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loudstan · 1 year

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Too Young

(Sequel to Presenting)

Summary: You thought avoiding Jisung after what happened during his first rut would make the problem go away (SPOILER ALERT: it didn't.)

Pairing: Werewolf! Jisung x Witch! Female reader

Warnings: smut, some angst, reader is slightly older and ridiculously stubborn, me simping for best friend! Jaehyun

That was probably the fifth time Jisung tried to call you today. And you still didn’t have the guts to pick up, glaring at your phone on the desk until the call was lost and the screen went off. You sighed in relief, but it didn’t last long; a soft buzz and a notification popping up catching your attention.

Jaehyun: Heey…

Not a minute later another message came.

Jaehyun: What r u doin this weekend?

You opened the message absentmindedly and replied.

‘I’m busy’

Jaehyun: oh ok

Jaehyun: no big deal

You should have finished the conversation there instead of asking…

‘why what’s up?

Jaehyun: nah its okay if youre busy

And now you felt like shit. Jaehyun had been an amazing friend to you for years and you had just lied to him because you were too embarrassed to face him and the rest of his pack after what had happened with Jisung.

‘No, Jae´

‘What do you need?’

´Tell me´

You bit your lip and waited but his answer never came, and being a huge overthinker, you found yourself dialing his number. He picked up after a few seconds.

“Hello?” You hadn’t heard his voice in a while. It caught you by surprise.

“H-hey!” you croaked, your own voice hoarse due to the lack of use. When was the last time you had actually talked out loud?

“Hey, you!” you could hear his smile even if you couldn’t see it, and it was contagious. “How have you been? It’s been a while…”

“I’m good,” you lied. “Just busy…and you?”

“I’m alright…” he said but he didn’t sound too great. There was a hint of tiredness in his voice, and maybe worry? You knew each other so well you just knew he wasn’t okay.

“Jae… what’s going on?” you asked.

“I don’t know. You tell me,” he breathed out. “What’s going on?”

“...What do you mean?” you murmured, but you had an idea of where this was going.

“Well, you stopped showing up for movie nights like a month ago,” he started what felt like would be a long list of complaints. “Then Jisung disappeared for a couple of days, which he apparently spent with you, and when he came back he was a fully presented alpha-”

“Fuck…,” you sighed, because this was going exactly where you thought it would.

“And he looked so happy,” Jaehyun continued. You heard a can being opened and him gulping down a couple of sips of whatever liquid was inside that can. “Calm and collected, like he had suddenly figured out his entire life. He even smirked at me like he was mocking me, so I assumed… I thought that you two- you know…”

“I’m sorry, Jae…,” you finally said.

“Why?” he asked after a few seconds waiting for you to continue. “Why are you sorry?”

“I shouldn’t-fuck,” you sighed, frustrated. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

You heard Jaehyun take a few more sips of his drink on the other side of the line.

“...So, you two-?”

“Yeah,” you admitted. “We spent his first rut together. I’m sorry.”

“Again, why are you sorry?!” he raised his voice only slightly, and then as if he could see you flinching, he lowered his tone again in a calming manner. “What’s there to be sorry for?”

When you didn’t reply for what could have been an entire minute, he spoke again. “Let me see you. We can talk properly then.”

“Jae-”

“Y/N, please?” he pleaded. “I haven’t seen you in so long- I miss my best friend…”

“I miss you too…” you said.

“Then let’s hang out. Just the two of us, if you don’t feel comfortable meeting the others yet.” he offered.

You smiled. That seemed reasonable.

“We can do that,” you accepted. “You wanna come over?”

“Mmm… I’ll tell you what,” he countered cheekily. “Since you always complain about me making a mess and not helping you clean up when I show up, let’s get an airbnb for the weekend.”

“Jae.”

“Y/N.”

“That’s such a waste of money,” you deadpanned. “Just come over and help me clean. It won’t kill you to pick up a broom once in a while.”

“Can’t hear you, I’m booking an apartment,” he declared.

“Jaehyun!”

“Booked!”

You gasped and then groaned. “What the fuck, Jaehyun?”

“Stop whining and have a movie weekend with me. You owe me for leaving me abandoned in this cruel house full of men,” he reproached. “I’m bored, and I miss you, so I’ll see you at 8PM.”

And he hung up just like that. Leaving you wide eyed and with less than an hour to get ready and go to the address he sent you. Quickly, you took a shower, without even bothering to dry your hair and wore the most comfortable pair of shorts and hoodie you found, grabbing some extra clothes and putting them in your backpack before getting going. The airbnb wasn’t too far from your place, and you mentally thanked Jaehyun for being considerate, but all gratitude was gone when he opened the place and greeted you impolitely.

“You look like shit,” typical Jaehyun.

“Fuck off,” you said, walking past him to get in the cozy apartment he had unnecessarily rented. You probably did look like shit, to be fair; dark circles under your eyes, your skin looking dull and your wet hair sticking to your forehead and neck, you probably weren’t looking your best. But he didn’t have to say it like that.

You had barely stepped into the living room when you felt Jaehyun’s arms wrapping around you from behind, catching you off guard.

“I’m so sorry,” he said before you had the chance to ask why the sudden hug.

“It’s fine, I’m not mad. I know I look like shi-”

“No, not because of that,” he interrupted you and you heard him sigh behind you. “I was the one who told you Jisung had imprinted on you.”

“Jae, what-” you tried to turn around but he hugged you tighter, so you stayed still. You knew how awkward he was when it came to apologizing, so he probably wanted to avoid eye contact until he was done speaking.

“Because of what I said you felt pressured into spending his rut with him,” he continued, his voice barely above a whisper. “It’s my fault that things got awkward-”

“Jaehyun, no,” you stopped before he could spill any more nonsense and grabbed his hands firmly but gently, motioning for him to let go of you before you turned around. “This is not your fault.”

“You’re my best friend,” he said, lowering his eyes in guilt. “And I misread the signs. I thought you had feelings for him-”

“You were right,” you admitted, gently lifting his face. “I feel something for Jisung.”

Jaehyun blinked a few times, then his brows furrowed as he tried to process what you had just said.“Then why are you avoiding him?!”

“It’s…,” you sighed and turned away, walking towards the kitchen. “It’s a lot to take in…”

“...Go on,” he encouraged you as he helped you reach some plates from the upper cabinet and placed them on the counter.

You sighed. “Why don’t we eat first?”

“I’m not hungry,” he argued, but he didn’t sound convincing. He was always hungry, so you just raised a brow and stared at him until he gave in. “Fine, I’m a little bit hungry, but we still have to talk after we eat.Should we order something?”

“What are you in the mood for?” you giggled.

“Uh… pizza? Chicken?” he asked, seemingly deep in thought. “Both?”

You laughed out loud and nodded. “Both it is,” you agreed. “No need to order, though.”

“Wha-?” he looked away from his phone where he was already opening the delivery app and his attention was directed towards a dim light surrounding your hands. In a matter of seconds, the plates in front of you were filled with a variety of delicious-looking food that had Jaehyun stuttering incredulously. “No way! When d-did you…? Wow! I thought you could only materialize liquids!”

“I’ve been practicing,” you said coyly.

Jaehyun immediately grabbed a slice of pizza and shoved it into his mouth,closing his eyes and moaning dramatically. “Marry me, Y/N, I swear-” his offering got interrupted when he choked on the food he was so excited to eat, coughing while you patted his back,

“Don’t be ridiculous, Jaehyun!” you nagged him playfully as he finally calmed down. “You still have to meet your mate, so stop asking random people to marry you.”

“I don’t just ask random people!” he defended himself, before eating another piece of pizza like he wasn’t choking seconds ago. He just didn’t learn. Zero survival instinct. “I asked you! I trust you! You literally made food appear like Jesus-”

“Jesus multiplied food, he didn’t just materialize it,” you were laughing hysterically now.

“You’re even better than Jesus then!” he continued, glad he was making you laugh after so long without seeing each other.

“I’m not gonna marry you, Jaehyun,” you finally said when you were able to control your laugh. “I’m Jisung’s-,” you gasped and quickly covered your mouth when you processed what you had just said.

Jaehyun smiled knowingly. “I can see that,” he said pointing at the mark that your hoodie failed to hide. “Seems like it’s official.”

You blushed and let out a frustrated sigh. “I really fucked up.”

“I still don’t get it, Y/N. You two like each other-more than just like, actually- so why are you acting like this?” he asked you softly.

“I feel-...I feel like I t-took advantage of him, Jaehyun,” you said, staring at the food that was getting cold. “It was his first rut. He couldn’t control himself.”

Jaehyun snorted and you glared at him, wanting to know what was so funny.

“Look, Y/N… with or without rut, I’m sure he loved fucking you- Hold on! Put that down! Hear me out!” he yelped when you grabbed an empty plate and aimed at him threateningly, your expression unamused at his crude choice of words. “Y/N, he’s wanted you since I first introduced you to the others years ago. I know it. All of us know it.”

“How can you be so sure?” you asked slowly, putting the plate down.

“Well, I-... I have seen things.” he said.

“What type of things?

“Remember that shirt you left behind the first time you stayed at my place for the night? The pink one with a small heart on it? I was gonna wash it and give it back to you.”

“I liked that shirt…” you mumbled, slowly picturing the mental image of the forgotten shirt. “But you said you couldn’t find it, that it wasn’t at your place.”

“I lied,” he admitted. Normally he would avoid eye contact in situations like these, but now he was staring right into your eyes, like he wanted- needed- you to listen to him carefully, to understand, to take his words seriously. “Jisung has it.”

You opened your mouth, but no words came out.

“After you left, I asked the pack if they had seen the shirt and I described it in detail, but everyone said they hadn’t seen it. Jisung’s face was red as a tomato, staring at the floor and squirming in his seat..I didn’t think much of it at first, but when I found the shirt under his pillow weeks later…” Jaehyun let out a soft chuckle and shook his head at what he thought was a funny memory. “I knew if he didn’t find it where he left it, he would panic at the thought of someone discovering his secret. I didn’t want to embarrass him so I left the shirt right there and didn’t say anything.”

“Maybe Chenle put my shirt there as a joke,” you argued, but deep down you knew Jisung himself had willingly kept your shirt.

“That’s not all I’ve seen. I see how he looks at you; his pupils dilate while following your every fucking move like he’s on drugs. I’ve seen him smelling your hair when you aren’t paying attention, licking his lips while looking at yours-”

“Jaehyun-”

“I’ve heard things too,” he bit his lips and raised his eyebrows suggestively, hoping you would get it, but you just stared back at him blankly. “I’ve heard him moaning your name late at night more times than I can count.”

“Oh my god, Jaehyun! Shut up!” you hissed, scandalized.

“It’s not like I want to hear, Y/N,” he hissed back, imitating your tone. “Werewolves just happen to have incredibly good hearing. If I heard it, then trust me, the entire pack heard it. He wants you like crazy, Y/N. The rut just gave him the courage to act on it.”

You felt yourself blushing and your heart beating faster at the newfound information. Part of you was happy to know that it hadn’t just been his rut, but that didn’t solve everything.

“He’s too young. It’s just wrong,” you argued exhaustedly.

“...Seriously? That’s what made you run away from the poor guy?” Jaehyun asked incredulously. “His age?”

“He’s not ready to make a lifetime decision like that-”

“No, Y/N. Stop babying him,” Jaehyun wasn’t going to accept that as an argument. “Yeah, he’s a bit younger than you, but so what?! He is an adult! And he presented as an alpha-”

“He just presented-”

“What difference does it make? Whether he presented yesterday, last month, or last year doesn’t change who he is. He is a man, Y/N and he knows what he wants.”

You gulped and cleared your throat awkwardly. Jaehyun normally wasn’t this stubborn; he always let you have it your way and win every argument, but he wasn’t backing down now. You didn’t want to continue this conversation anymore.

“Jaehyun, I came here to see you. I don’t want to fight,” your voice shook slightly as you spoke. “Can we just watch a movie together?”

Jaehyun didn’t want to fight either. And he especially didn’t want to make you cry, he just wanted the best for you and Jisung, but he could tell the conversation wasn’t going anywhere. He would have to find another way to help you.

“Let’s watch Barbie,” he proposed, hoping to make you laugh again. You rolled your eyes and suppressed a smile, which was enough for him. You spent the evening joking, laughing and watching movies, complaining about the characters and the plot holes while cuddling like in the old times. You felt comfortable in your friend’s arms and soon started falling asleep while he caressed your hair. Jaehyun was whispering something, but you were too tired to pay attention.

“Forgive me,” you thought you heard him say before you surrendered to sleep.

When you woke up a couple of hours later, Jaehyun wasn’t next to you; his side of the bed was cold and the TV screen displayed that Netflix message asking if you wanted to continue watching. Everything was in silence.

“Jaehyun?” you called out sleepily.

“He is not here,” that voice did not belong to Jaehyun. You jumped slightly and looked around trying to find the source of that voice, your eyes slowly adapting to the darkness around you.

“J-jisung?!” you breathed out when you finally spotted him sitting on a chair in the corner of the room, his features barely distinguishable under the little rays of moonlight that managed to enter the room.

He just stared back at you tiredly. Like you, he looked like he hadn’t slept well in a while.

“W-where is Jaehyun?How did y-you get in?” you asked nervously.

Jisung’s gaze darkened, his fingertips digged harshly into his knees and he clenched his jaw before reaching for his phone in his pocket and unlocking it. After scrolling down a couple of times, he stood up and walked around the bed, making you squirm cautiously at his behavior. He stopped next to you and showed you the screen of his phone, the light hurting your eyes slightly.

There it was: a message from Jaehyun with the exact address you were in and the code he needed to open the door, followed by the words ‘she is here.’

“W-what…?” you mumbled dumbly, reaching for your own phone and finding a message for you too.

Jaehyun: sorry Y/N but u 2 need to talk

You scoffed incredulously. “Fucking traitor.”

You slammed your phone on the nightstand and sighed, your eyes meeting Jisung’s once again. His unreadable expression made you incredibly nervous.

“W-when did you get here?” You were the first to break the silence.

“An hour ago… or maybe two,” Jisung replied, dark eyes still boring into yours.

“Oh,” you shifted awkwardly on the bed. That meant he had been watching you sleep the entire time. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”

“I didn’t want to scare you,” he mumbled, his fingertips playing with the hem of his hoodie. “I’m not dumb. I know you’re avoiding me. I just wanted to look at you a bit longer and then leave before you woke up,” his voice got smaller as he reached the end of that sentence.

The way he was showing himself in such a vulnerable and hesitant state made all the negative feelings you had been feeling the last couple of weeks come back stronger than ever; guilt, shame, anxiety and fear. Jaehyun was right; you had to at least have the decency to talk to Jisung and solve this issue once and for all.

“Jisung,” you called out, making him flinch slightly. “There’s something I have to tell you-”

“Could you take a shower first?” he suddenly blurted out, like he had been holding it in for a while. “You reek of him,” he quickly explained when you gave him a perplexed look.

Your first instinct was to argue back; to tell him that he had to get over it and that this conversation was more important than his wolf being possessive. But after a moment of thinking, you decided to fulfill his request. You had already done enough damage, and you were about to hurt him even more, so the least you could do was make it a bit more comfortable for him.

“Sure,” you said as you got up from the bed and made your way to the bathroom, grabbing some clothes from your backpack as you walked past him. “See you in a bit.”

He let out a soft ‘ok’ before you closed the bathroom door and leaned against it, your legs shaking slightly. You had forgotten how alluring his voice was, how pretty his eyes were and how soft his lips looked. As you felt hot water run down your skin for the second time that day, part of you wanted to just beg for his forgiveness and kiss him until your lips were swollen, but then again, that little voice in your head told you you shouldn’t and that you had to end things with him. Or at least that was what you intended when you exited the bathroom and joined him in the living room.

“Put this on,” he offered you the hoodie he was wearing earlier as soon as he saw you. Suddenly a cold shiver ran down your spine and you finally noticed that Jisung had opened all the windows- probably in an attempt to get rid of Jaehyun’s scent.

“I’ll just go get my own hoodie,” you replied, but he quickly shook his head.

“No. This one,” he insisted, practically shoving the hoodie into your arms. “Please,” he added when he sensed your hesitation. You sighed, and put it on, again telling yourself it was the least you could do for him.

“Listen, Ji-” you started saying, but as soon as you finished putting the large hoodie on Jisung’s arms were around your waist, bringing you incredibly close to him as he rested his head on your shoulder, nuzzling into the crook of your neck affectionately. An unintentional pang of pleasure clouded your mind when he rubbed the mark on your neck slightly and you couldn’t help the way your body relaxed, baring your neck for him. Jisung hummed appreciatively and gave your neck a long lick that made you whimper before you remembered what you were going to say. “J-jisung-”

“Hmm?” he acknowledged with a kiss on your neck before he got back to scenting you..

“I’m-” you bit your lip and gathered the courage you needed before speaking again. “I’m sorry I’ve been avoiding you.”

He tightened the hold his arms had around you, fingers digging into your flesh. “It’s okay,” he assured you quickly through shaky breaths. “We’re okay.”

“It’s not okay,” you sighed and tried to put some distance between the two of you, but he didn’t budge. “I- I should have done this sooner-”

“I said we’re fine,” he repeated, this time his voice was firm. “We’re together now.”

“But we´re not- we shouldn’t b-be…fuck,” you groaned and took a deep breath. “What happened between us- it was a mistake.”

There. You said it.

The hug you were captive in loosened up and Jisung lifted his head, taking a hesitant step away from you. His brows furrowed in a puzzled expression that soon turned into one of anguish, his glossy eyes telling you that was the last thing he wanted to hear right now. You felt like absolute trash.

“...Why do you say that?” he asked, his voice cracking.

You did your best to ignore the way your chest throbbed at the sight. “It w-was your first rut and I-”

“Fuck,” Jisung turned around and threw his head back, walking a few steps away before he hunkered down on the floor like he was in physicall pain. “FUUUCK!”

You didn’t dare to move nor say anything else. It was the first time you had heard him raise his voice and it reminded you of the severity of the situation you were in. You had fucked up badly.

“Of course!” he said as he slowly stood up, facing you again, his face pure of torment. Heartbroken. “Of course you would never want to do all that with me,” he laughed bitterly.

You clenched your eyes, his words hurting more than you anticipated. “Jisung, I-”

“You just felt sorry for the late presenter who was humping your pillow like a loser,” he spat angrily.

“That’s not true-”

“And here I was thinking I had a chance with you,” he continued rambling,panting heavily. “That you may actually like me back-”

“I do!” you bursted out, finally catching his attention. “I do like you,” you admitted as tears rolled down your face. “I like you s-so much,” you ended your confession with a sob and covered your face with your hands. “I’m so sorry.”

For a whole minute the only noise that could be heard in the living room were your mournful sobs and Jisung’s heavy breathing.

“...You lost me there,” Jisung finally broke the silence. “I don’t get it,” he walked towards you cautiously as you wiped your tears desperately. “If you and I feel the same, then why-... why are you saying it was a mistake?”

“B-because you-,” you tried to compose yourself and speak properly, but your body and heart simply weren’t in the mood to listen to your brain. “You’re too young and-”

“What?!” Jisung asked like you had just said he was a vampire. You tried to hide your face again but he grabbed both your wrists and pulled them to your sides, his eyes looking for yours. “I’m too what?!” he repeated.

“Too young…” you barely whispered, looking away.

“Too young for what?” he spoke through gritted teeth. “To date? To make my fucking choices? To fuck?!” he continued, slowly cornering you against the wall. “Too young for you, noona?”

You inhaled sharply when your back bumped into the wall and he pinned your hands on each side of your head. “J-jisung, we s-shouldn’t-”

“Why?”

“I just don’t w-wanna take a-advantage of yo-” before you could finish that sentence Jisung was kissing you firmly, soft lips moving against yours. Your heartbeat accelerated when he nibbled on your bottom lip softly, as if asking for permission and letting out a frustrated groan when you didn’t let him in. You turned your head to the side and spoke again. “Jisung I can’t-”

“Shut up,” Jisung growled, letting go of your hands to grab your jaw and forcefully make you face him, his other hand sneaking around your waist. “Just shut up. I don’t wanna hear any more nonsense,” he warned you and crashed his lips into yours again, nibbling and licking insistently for you to part your lips. When you refused to give in again, his hand went from your jaw to the back of your head, grabbing your hair and tugging enough to catch you by surprise, using the soft gasp he elicited from you as an opportunity to finally deepen the kiss. He moaned into the kiss and massaged your scalp gently as an apology, and you felt your eyes roll to the back of your skull, finally daring to kiss him back, all will to fight slowly evaporating from your body. When he broke away from the kiss, you caught yourself feeling utterly disappointed.

“Are you done being impossible?” he asked, pecking your lips softly. “Done making things unnecessarily difficult?” the next kiss lasted a bit longer, his hands finding their way to your hips. “Where did you even get that ridiculous idea, hm?” he pressed his hips into yours, immediately reminding you of his size. “You think I’m some innocent kid, is that it?” he challenged, rutting against you firmly. The effect was immediate: you felt yourself melt into a puddle at the touch you had been craving for weeks, letting out a soft moan, much to Jisung’s delight. “Yeah? You missed me?” he chuckled against your lips, pressing himself against you harder and making you whine desperately. “Then you should have picked up your phone, no? Texted me back? Opened the door when I showed up?” He kissed his way from your jaw to your neck, sucking harshly. “All because you felt guilty? Guilty for what? For making my biggest fantasy come true?” he growled against your neck, making you tremble.

“Jisung-,” you gulped when he grabbed your shorts and panties and pulled them down unceremoniously. “S-slow down. Let’s think-”

“Don’t wanna,” he simply said as he finished undressing your lower parts. “I’ve had plenty of time to think. I’ve been thinking about this for years, noona,” he pulled his sweatpants down along with his boxers only enough for his hardened cock to be released, bobbing and hitting his covered lower abdomen. “The more I think of it, the harder I get.”

You could feel yourself drooling at the sight of Jisung slowly jacking off in front of you as he observed you with hooded eyes.

“You want it?” he teased you, his hand circling the tip of his cock and squeezing slightly, hissing. You could only nod dumbly. “But you think it’s wrong, huh?” he quirked his eyebrows and you nodded again. He rolled his eyes and pressed his body close to yours again. “Because I’m too young?” he cooed. Again, you nodded, like it was the only thing you knew how to do. He hummed, not stopping the constant movement of his hand on his dick, while his other hand made its way between your legs, sliding two fingers along your pussy and spreading your wetness to your clit. “Then why are you this wet? Aren’t I too young to make you this wet, noona?”

You closed your eyes, embarrassed. “J-jisung, please…” you begged, without being sure of what you were begging for. He slowly inserted both fingers into your entrance, both your jaw and his falling open; yours due to the stretch and his for the anticipation of being surrounded by you. He moved his fingers carefully inside of you, searching for that one spot he had found last time-

“AH! J-jisung oh g-god!”

Found it. He smirked and stole another kiss from you before quickly massaging that spot in a ´come here´ motion, along with stroking his cock lazily.

“Jisung f-fuck, fuck oh-!” you didn’t know what to hold onto, and ended up pulling at his shirt with trembling hands. Sensing how close you were, he put his own pleasure aside, releasing his own member and using that hand to draw smooth circles on your clit. “JISUNG-” you gasped and threw your head back, surrendering to the intense orgasm Jisung had built up for you. You didn’t know if it was because of the mating mark, but only Jisung could make you feel like this. You worked on controlling your breathing as Jisung retracted his fingers from you gently, and opened your eyes right in time to see him bring his soaked fingers to his mouth, licking them wantonly and moaning in delight. For a second his eyes gleamed a reddish tone that made your blood run cold.

“Don’t worry,” he said as if he knew what you were thinking. “It’s too soon for me to have another rut. Especially when my last one left me so…,” he licked his lips. “...Satisfied.”

“O-oh,” you replied, trying your best to form a coherent sound, but your legs chose that moment to give up on you and your body started sliding down the wall. Luckily, Jisung was fast enough to reach for you and hold you firmly against him.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice showing a hint of nervousness as he tried to look for an answer in your unfocussed eyes.

“Feel weird-” you managed to answer, letting him lift your weak body and guide your legs around his waist, pressing you against the wall once again. When his hot cock rubbed against your sensitive pussy your entire body trembled and you moaned into his chest.

“Noona,” he cupped your face with his palm, holding your weight with one arm like it was nothing. “Weird how? What do you feel?”

You shook your head weakly. You didn’t know how to explain the way your body responded to Jisung, making your limbs weak, your chest warm, and every nerve tingling with pleasure, something in the back of your head telling you to submit to him. Jisung bit his lip before he decided to look for your neck, giving it experimental nuzzles and licks like a puppy trying to comfort its owner. You moaned out loud and bared your neck for him, giving him as much access as he wanted.

“A-alpha,” you moaned, shaking in his arms. Jisung’s eyes lighted up with a hint of red again, and stared at you expectantly. “Make it b-better, alpha-,” you sobbed desperately.

Something in Jisung snapped right in that moment, inhaling sharply and kissing you fiercely, his hips rutting against you roughly and creating a friction that had you gasping into the kiss.

“It’s okay, noona,” he assured you while his hand slid between your bodies to line himself up against your entrance, pressing only slightly in an attempt to make you open up for him without forcing it, although it felt like torture for you. “Alpha will take care of you,” he declared before the head slid in, making both of you moan loudly. “Feels good, yeah? Feel how good alpha fills you up?” he panted when he managed to bury himself completely inside of you.

“S-so good,” you stuttered brainlessly, letting him bounce you on his cock and against the wall.

“Still think this is wrong?” he asked in between kisses. “Still think I’m too young?”

He slowed down his thrust to a stop when you didn’t reply, distancing his upper body from you enough to see your embarrassed face. “You do?!” he asked incredulously. You looked away and he scoffed. “Am I not enough of a man for you? Even after I marked your pretty neck as mine? Even when you can barely take my cock?” he thrusted into you sharply as to emphasize his question. “Get rid of that stupid thought, now,” he ordered you, his eyes showing a red hue again.

“I-I’m trying-,” you hiccupped with difficulty as he fucked you intently. “It’s n-not that e-easy-”

“Let me help you,” he hissed and just like that you suddenly didn’t feel the wall against your back anymore. You shrieked and hugged Jisung more tightly out of fear of falling on the floor now that you didn’t have the wall as support. Jisung walked a few steps back, with you clinging onto him like a koala, before he grabbed your waist with both hands. “Let me show you how much of a man I can be.”

Before you could complain about the possibility of you being too heavy for this, or him losing balance, or all the ways this could end up badly, he silenced you by lifting you up and slamming you down back into his cock with ease, reaching deep enough to make you choke on your saliva.

“Could someone who is too young do this?” He snickered and kissed your neck before he started moving you up and down his cock with ease, as the muscles in his forearms tightened and his veins popped up attractively. You didn’t even know strength could turn you on like this, but when Jisung used you like you were nothing but a fleshlight you felt another orgasm approaching you fast. “Tell me, noona,” he hissed. “Am I n-not a man to you?” he fought the need to roll his eyes back in pleasure to see your wrecked face.

“Al- alpha,” you tried to reply as you felt your orgasm so close you could barely speak. “Y-you a-...you’re a m-man fuck, alpha, alph-AH!” you sobbed as your vision went blank and your walls clamped around him, making him moan and tremble, hugging you tightly against his chest, where you could feel his heart beating through the material of his shirt.

“Say it again,” he demanded, his hard cock still inside of you contrasting the romantic nature of the way he was hugging you.

“Y-you’re a man,” you admitted, feeling weak after the mindblowing orgasm.

“Say you’re mine,” he spoke again.

“I’m…,” you sighed as he kissed your mark softly. “I’m yours, alpha.”

“Now tell everyone,” he ordered, catching you off guard. Who was he talking about? Did he mean telling the other members of his pack? Telling your friends? Introducing him to your parents? As you were trying to understand what he meant, he started walking towards the balcony, walking past the window and standing there in the cold night, where all the neighbors could see you. “Now.”

“J-jisung, what are you doing?” you slapped his chest weakly until he put you down. You were glad his hoodie covered you past your thighs and he was fully dressed- except for his cock on full display- and tried to hurry him back inside before someone saw you both, but Jisung quickly grabbed your hips and turned you around against the balcony railing, pressing his body against you. “Jisung, n-not here!”

“I want the world to see,” he murmured like he was in a trance. “I want them to hear how good you are for alpha,” he purred, lifting the back of your hoodie just enough for his cock to rub against your ass.

He was crazy. There was no way you were going to do that. Or so you thought, but the moment he slid himself back into you with a shameless moan, all caution was forgotten, and you could only think about how good he was stretching you and how sweet he sounded moaning against your ear.

“Noona,” he moaned into your neck, his hips speeding up to a constant rhythm. “Say it again,” he pleaded, his hands feeling you up like a madman, wanting to memorize every curve. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m y-yours,” you whimpered, your fist tightening around the railing and enjoying the way his cock twitched inside of you at the words. “I’m yours, Jisung, p-please I’m- oh! Oh god, Ji I’m yours, I’m yours I-” you moaned when he cursed and his hips stuttered.

“I love you, n-noona,” he sobbed, digging his fingers into your hips to keep you in place to take his unruly thrusts. “I love you, I love y-you so much so, so much ah! Ah, fuck, ah!” he panted heavily as the base of his cock started inflating into what soon would be a huge knot. “D-don’t try to run away from me a-again, noona,” he pleaded? Warned? “I won’t let you. You’re n-not going anywhere-fuck! This pretty pussy’s all mine,” definitely a warning. “I’ll fuck you so good, noona, hhm? Breed you every day, keep you so f-full you w-won’t have any more stupid ideas in that pretty head of yours, y-yeah?”

You moaned so loud you knew someone out there had surely heard. But you couldn’t care anymore; the only thing in your mind were Jisung’s filthy promises and the stretch of the knot he insistently tried to push into you were making you delirious. “Y…yeah- oh fuh- ugh fuck yes, a-alpha!” your slurred words were barely understandable, too cock drunk to express yourself properly. “Fuck me s-soh aaah! so g-good- wanna… want you inside of me all d-day.”

That’s what did it for Jisung. He rammed into you harshly, his knot finally inside of you as his cock jerked, continuous gushing of cum making you feel full enough for a small bump to form in your belly.

“You’re squeezing me s-so good, noona.” Jisung panted deliriously while licking your neck. “Taking all my cum, yeah? Milk me up some more, hmm?” he asked, one of his hands finding your clit and rubbing it quickly as you moaned and squirmed against him. “Yeess, noona, just like t-that, come on, cum for me, cum for alpha-” he demanded, relishing in the way your walls contracted round him.

“A-alpha!” you whimpered when your third orgasm of the night hit you, shaking uncontrollably as Jisung released another spurt of cum inside of you. “love y-you, alpha…” you croaked out weakly. Jisung purred a chant of ‘love you too, love you so much, noona,’ as he gave the mating mark one last kiss and slid out of you when his knot shrunk enough to allow it, cum immediately sliding out and down your thighs as Jisung carried you back inside the apartment.

Jisung laid you down on the sofa and disappeared into the bathroom, coming back right after with a wet towel that he used to carefully clean you up, gently apologizing whenever you would flinch in oversensitivity.

“You came a lot…,” you commented absentmindedly.

“Oh that’s probably because- uh, I haven’t come since the last time I saw you,” he confessed, shrugging.

“What?” you yelped. “That was like three weeks ago! Why didn’t you uh–... you know,” you ended vaguely by making a crude gesture with your hand that had him laughing out loud.

“I tried,” he explained when his laugh calmed down. “I would start jerking off, but my hand didn’t feel as good as yours, and it wasn’t as soft and warm as…,” he eyed you up hungrily. “...As all of you. So I would get frustrated and give up.”

“That sounds like torture,” you say.

“It was,” he admitted. “But I feel much better now.”

You hummed and then you both fell into a comfortable silence.

“Are we-” Jisung bit his lip nervously, going back to his reserved persona like he hadn’t just fucked you out in the open. “Are we okay now?”

“Yeah,” you replied tiredly. “More than okay.”

“...Will you give us a chance, then?” he asked hopefully.

"Will I get my shirt back if I do?" you asked cheekily. "The pink one, with a heart on it," you added when Jisung gave you a puzzled look. Then you saw his eyes widen and his face blush a record shade of red.

"Who told you?!"

"Jaehyun."

Jisung groaned dramatically. "Look, noona. I'm not a creep. It just smelled so good-Fuck! That's what a creep would say-" he tried to defend himself desperately.

"Jisung," you called for him, giving him a tender kiss. "What do you need the shirt for if you can have me anytime you want."

His eye color matched the blush on his face at your words as he licked his lip tentatively. "Anytime I want?"

You nodded and kissed him again, feeling him smile into the kiss.

Then a thought crossed your mind and you broke to kiss, gasping in realization.

“We’re gonna get a noise complaint. Or a complaint for public indecency. We’ll get banned from using airbnb.”

“Under whose name is the reservation?” Jisung asked

“Jaehyun’s.”

“Then I honestly don't care,” he said nonchalantly as he leaned in to kiss you again.

#nct smut #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct drabbles #nct dream smut #park jisung x reader #park jisung smut #jisung smut

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(Alternative title: Not so Secret admirer)

Pairings: Bakugou Katsuki x Fem! Reader

Genre: Romance (Enemies to Lovers?)

Warnings: Slight cursing

Summary: When catching the eye of one of your most prized possessions, you remember the romantic story and reasoning behind it.

A/N: Thank you so much for all the love on my last post! I really do appreciate every single like, comment, and reblog! Now that I think of it this is kind of a Valentine’s Day post…but who cares I’m only one month late!

Having a Pro Hero boyfriend was a bit of a struggle you had to admit. Don’t get it wrong you loved the attention from the various amount of people who shipped you and Bakugou, and the feeling of protection and safety when you’re snuggled up in bed with your human explosive, but that was the thing. Waiting to get that affection from your partner was such a long process, especially on days with outrageous villain attacks.

You picked up your phone rotating it to the side to checking for the red line identifying that the phone was possibly on silent mode. It wasn’t. You turned on your phone and scrolled down your notification banner; Snapchat notifications, TikTok notifications, and other unnecessary announcements. You went to settings to check your notifications. Your messages seemed to be on. You opened the message app and clicked ‘Dynamite 🧨💥🧸’ only to see your chain of texts still on delivered. Sighing you lazily scrolled through your texts then studied his name above them. You remember for months Bakugou had questioned the teddy bear emoji. You placed down your phone as your eyes trailed over to the teddy bear on your side of the bed. An cute almond brown bear holding a red heart that had the words ‘Be mine?’ printed in cursive on it.

You grabbed it and snuggled it, the fur on it tickling your nose, and the scent of your boyfriend lingers on it. You remember your first look at this bear. It was all the way back in second grade. Everyone was passing out candy and cards into everyone’s boxes for Valentines. You had finally gotten around to the last desk and dropped your last card in. When you got back to your desk there it was; the bear sitting on your desk with a card right beside it. You didn’t even bother to open the card yet, you just went straight for the plush. “H-hey who gave this to me?” You asked loud enough for the students to look back towards you. They murmured and questioned but the kid that caught your eye was Bakugou. The one who didn’t flinch by your question, nor turn around and face you. Just continued to eat his candy in a careless manner. You had a hunch it was him because he did the opposite of what everyone else did, but why would he get something so meaningful for you?

Back even when you were younger than second graders, you and Bakugou had never had a good history. As it seems to be known Bakugou and Izuku Midoriya, your green haired friend did not get along as kids. Whenever Bakugou would pick on him, the classmates felt bad but they didn’t want a piece of Bakugou so they just stood to the side and observed. Until you came along. Bakugou still remembers the day the teacher introduced you to the whole class. He stared at you as the teachers endless babbling continued.

“Oooh looks like somebody’s in love!” One of Bakugou’s friends teased him as the other clammed his hands together and proceeded to make kissy faces in the air. “What!? No I don’t, and I’ll prove it!” Bakugou replied quickly. He waited for the teacher to Exscuse you to go sit down on the carpet before he spoke, “Hey newbie! Why don’t you just step aside cause I bet you’re really weak!” Bakugou shouted. “Bakugo-!” The teacher started before you interrupted her, “Not weak, just stronger than you.” You replied calmly. Some of the class laughed while Bakugou gritted his teeth in anger. “Yea yea whatever, you haven’t heard the last of me.” He muttered but to your surprise he left you alone. And since he left you alone that meant he was back to only one target. Midoriya.

All day you watched Midoriya being stepped on by Bakugou and his crew. “Hey Deku you should just give up now. You don’t even amount to me!” This kid would say proudly while showing off his quirk. ‘What’s this kids deal?’ You thought. Finally recess came around and you sat down and played in the sand box with this other girl. You were enjoying your time not long before commotion broke out behind you.

“You’re being mean Kacchan! Leave them alone!” The green haired boy yelled. ‘Kacchan…?’. You stood up from the sand box, the girl in there with you questioning you. “Deku what did I tell you about trying to be a hero? It’s not gonna work, at least not against me.” Bakugou replied punching his fist together. Izuku trembled but stood his ground as Bakugou and his friends approached him. He reached for Izuku’s shirt before you screamed, “NO!” Everyone stopped in their tracks.

“You again,” Bakugou said “What do you want?”.

“I want you to leave him alone!” You replied. Bakugou stood silent with a puzzled look on his face. “What this loser?” Bakugou said moving him by his shirt. “He’s not a loser, you are! Now get away from him!” You replied. Bakugou blinked than let go of Midoriya. “Whatever, you two can hang out and be two quirkless losers together!” Bakugou almost shouted. He walked away, his two friends trailing behind him. You turned around to go back to the sandbox before hearing, “Hey, thank you!”.

Ever since that day Bakugou’s always seemed to have a bone to pick with you. You thought he hated you, little did you know this boy was absolutely fascinated by you. No one’s ever had the courage to stand up against him nonetheless succeed. His ego wasn’t as big as it would be in middle school (in the future) but he still had his moments. Yet he wanted to impress you. He would never admit it. Like ever. But he would give anything just for five seconds of your attention. So he would do stupid things. And when I say stupid things, I mean very stupid things. Like insulting you. Why he thought that was a good idea, you will never know. Litteraly trip on thin air just to see your reaction. And then there’s the normal stuff guys do to get a girls attention; talking loud, acting different when you’re around, and sending his friends to talk to you. But still not enough. You were too busy hanging with that Deku kid to “notice him”.

“Katsuki we came to the store to buy Valentines for your classmates so that’s what we’re going to do!” Mitsuki, Bakugou’s mom said dragging Bakugou by his arm. Mitsuki had gotten a email from the school that they had a Valentine’s Day party in for the second graders in the classroom. She wanted her son to be involved in the classroom more often, seeing his ego was growing she knew he had very limited friends.

“But I don’t want to.” Bakugou pouted trying to walk back to the exit of the store. Mitsuki struggled against her surprisingly strong son but dragged him back to the shelf.

“LISTEN, Katsuki! We’re just going to grab a stack of decorative cards and candy and then we can leave ok!?”, Katsuki pouted at this. He turned her back on her with his arms cross whilst her mom asked him questions she knew he wasn’t going to even respond to. “Ooh these are cute, how about these? Ooh but these ones come with stickers. What do you think?”. Bakugou began roaming the isle looking up and down the shelves. He scanned and studied the objects but there was this particular one that caught his eye. It was a cute little cuddle sized bear. It held a heart with fancy writing that spelled ‘Be Mine?’.

After about 5 minutes of shopping Mitsuki was done, but when she was she caught her son eyeing this bear. She stood behind him for a good two minutes before he turned around a noticed her. “Jeez! Mom what do you want?” He asked after being startled by Mitsuki. “Do you want me to buy that bear for you?” Mitsuki asked him. At this Bakugou cocked an eyebrow up at his mom. She never usually buys the stuff he wants in the stores, she’s more of a work for it and earn it type of mom. “Why?” Bakugou asked. “Oh I don’t know, possibly for a little crush you might have at school?” She asked him smiling. At this Bakugou’s ears lit up. “NO I DON’T!” he shouted. “You might want to watch who you’re yelling at Katsuki.” Mitsuki replied very calmly but scary enough for him to simmer down.

After the back and forth between the mom and son they walked out of the store with grocery bags, Mitsuki’s hand held with Bakugou and Bakugou’s free hand carrying a teddy bear.

Bakugou sat up in his room staring at the bear on his bed. He got up and opened the door out of his room to peak on the kitchen counter where a couple extra cards laid on the counter. He took one and a sharpie that was next to it and snuck off back to his room.

And that’s when you received your bear by a “secret admirer”. You weren’t 100% sure it was Bakugou, but you didn’t care. You cherished that bear. You took it everywhere with you, airplanes, vacations, sleepovers, it didn’t matter what the occasion. Even in 6th grade when you had pajama day at school. “You still carry around that stupid bear?“ Bakugou asked. “How do you know, have you been watching me?” You asked as he scoffs, “Besides I think he’s cute.” You replied hugging your bear as Bakugou grunted but exscused himself quickly because he felt his cheeks burn. You ask him about it later but he just pushed you away. But Bakugou knew you wern’t the type of girl to push situations away, you wanted to get to the bottom of everything.

The questions you asked him for months seemed so intrusive to him after a while he was thinking about just telling you the truth so you would leave it alone. But by then his ego was to big.

As the years went on the drama between you came to a rest and finally you two became somewhat friends. And somewhere along the road some what friends became best friends (with crushes on each other yes). Now you were in your last months of U.A and had been known of the school’s best couple for years now. And yet still through the entire way you had the bear.

You remember the first time you had a sleepover with your boyfriend in your dorm. You had just came out of the bathroom brushing your teeth to see Bakugou (in his black tank top 😩) with your teddy bear. He hadn’t noticed you there, but you over heard him muttering to himself, “She till has this huh? Commitment.” He said, then placed the bear down. He turned around to face you and slightly jumped “WHAT THE HELL!?” He screamed as you giggled, “What is up with you and my MOTHER sneaking up on me all the time!?” He said, still he grabbed you and pulled you into his arms.

You always think about the story of you, Katsuki, and his bear in your free time. But your thoughts were interrupted by heavy foot steps outside the apartment door. The keys jingled for a while before the door was unlocked and your boyfriend trudged in. He closed the door and locked it behind him, then headed straight to your room where he knew he would find you.

“Baby!” You said groggily still holding on the bear. Bakugou grinned a bit before pulling you off the bed and locking you into his arms. He then proceeded to kiss you longing for the taste of you all day. “How was your day Suki?” You asked him as he snorted, “Nothing special down at the agency pretty slow day if you ask me. But I’m glad to be back at home with my baby for our special time together.” He said kissing your neck as you sighed with pleasure. You could do this all day but you knew Bakugou had to get in the shower, he absolutely refuses to get on the bed dirty.

Once he finishes showering he slides into bed with you. You have SpongeBob playing in the background, Bakugou learned not to question it when once you had a six hour fight about it.

Your still snuggled up with your bear when Katsuki finally pops the question. “What is up with you and this bear?” He asks as you turn over and face him. “Because you gave it to me.” You reply. “Yeah yeah, but how did you even find out?” He asked. “Dunno. Maybe it was justa gut feeling? Or the the amount of times you made it obvious, it could be that too.” You teased. “HAH? So you’re getting smart with me huh dumbie?” He responded. “Just a little” you giggle. You pull yourself closer to Bakugou and close the gap in between you.

“I love you Suki.” You say earning a kiss on the tip of your nose. “Mmm love you more baby.” He replied. “I have something special for you…” you said smirking. “Oh really?” Katsuki asked grinning leaning more on you by the minute. You hummed in agreement before reaching behind you and grabbing a pillow and hitting Katsuki Bakugou smack dab in the face.

Your giggling became continuous laughing as Bakugou’s smirk turned into a frown then into an evil grimance. “Alright, since you want to play that way.” Bakugou started before grabbing a pillow and swinging at you. You quickly dodged it and ran around the room, Bakugou chasing you close behind. After about two minutes he caught you and picked you up. “NOOOO!” You screamed while laughing before he threw you onto the bed and the game was over.

“God I can’t wait to make you my wife.”

BONUS:

For those who are curious what 2nd grade Bakugou’s note read, here it is:

“Here’s a bear you deserve it. You work really hard and you seem nice. I hope you enjoy this. Happy Valentines Day.” - Secret Admirer.

Such a sweetheart am I right 🥹 ?

#bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #boku no hero academia #katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #Bakugou oneshot #enemies to lovers #bakugou x yn #bakugou x you #oneshot

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ye-olde-trojan-horse · 10 months

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a cup of coffee

from @jegulus-microfic's prompt, coffee [545 words]

The receptionist slides a key card across the table and James pockets it, desperate to get to the hotel room after a long flight.

Tired.

James has trouble keeping his mind wandering at the best of times; when he’s tired, let’s just say he has zero control. Like, at all. So, it’s no surprise that shortly after he collapses on the bed (which, for the record, feels like the softest cloud EVER), James ends up scrolling through his message history with Regulus.

It’s the first time they’ve been in the same city since ending things. Or sort of ending things; James still isn’t really sure what happened.

How did we end up like this?

Strangers. Lovers. Then strangers once again.

The thing is, James also has zero control over his impulses; he’s tired… sue him. He clicks sends before even registering what his fingers are doing.

[james] i’m in town staying at the gascogne hotel

[james] meet in the lobby for coffee??

In truth, he doesn’t expect a response— it’s too far into the night to be reasonable for a coffee catch up.

Besides, Regulus has no reason to reply. So why would he?

~~~

It’s late, probably too late for Regulus to be going for a stroll sober and alone, but he’s always found it easier to clear his head under the stars. Sorting through the tangle of thoughts, he assigns each one to its respective box— life is less complicated when it’s compartmentalised.

His phone chimes; who the fuck is messaging at this hour? Regulus sighs, it’s probably just Barty with some meme they felt the need to share but upon looking at the notification, Regulus stops dead in his tracks, paralysed.

They haven’t spoken in two months; the last thing James had said was that he needed Regulus. But Regulus doesn’t like needing people and he doesn't like people needing him. So, he had disappeared.

Two months he’s been trying to swim, wasting his life and breath on people who don’t deserve it, trying to move on from whatever it was that had been between them.

But-

Are we as hopeless as I think?

Maybe, there’s still a thread he’s hanging onto.

[regulus] I’ll be there in twenty minutes.

~~~

James is on his second coffee, trying (yet again) to keep his thoughts in check but the concoction of caffeine and daydreams always lead back to Regulus. He puts the steaming cup down, looks up and suddenly is caught in freefall. Regulus hovers beside the armchair opposite, like he’s too afraid to sit down and commit to a conversation.

Silence wraps around Regulus like a coiled serpent, its fangs poised to strike, making James uneasy as their shared history replays in his mind. They lock eyes; memories both bitter and sweet, resurfacing.

“Can we talk?” James asks, fidgeting nervously with his fingers.

Fuck, this is a mistake.

But something soft seems to flicker across Regulus’s face, even if only for a moment. It looks something like hope, a fragile flame, desperate to be coaxed to life.

“Sure,” Regulus nods, taking a seat.

James draws in a deep breath and lets himself relax a little; maybe, they can work this out.

Because Regulus is choosing to be here.

Meeting him for a cup of coffee.

(based on this song ☺️)

#jegulus #jegulus microfic #regulus black #james potter #regulus black x james potter #starchaser #starchaser microfic #microfic prompt #marauders era microfic #Spotify

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cocogrrrl · 8 months

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hello! can i request for a Michael (the tall goth kid) with a reader who has an ethereal aesthetic and appearance i think that would be so cute bc of their different looks and vibes😍😍

grace

hcs and drabbles of michael with an s/o who has an ethereal fashion sense!

michael x gn!reader no cws wc: 849

an: guess the horror movie i referenced in one of the drabbles who ever gets the right answer gets my love /lhj

I’m writing this off of the assumption that an ethereal appearance is grace, silky satin, white pearls, and all that jazz!

Michael isn’t big on PDA, but I feel like whenever he touches you, he does it so gently. He holds you so delicately in his hands like you’re a Faberge egg. Your graceful appearance only furthers this.

You break down the cold exterior he presents. It’s a side that even some of his friends haven’t seen—or at least aren’t used to seeing.

You were cuddled up against Michael’s side. You two were watching some shitty horror movie from the 80s—a common occurrence for the two of you. 80s horror movies weren’t your usual taste, but Michael introduced you to some really good ones like The Thing and Videodrome. The movie you two were watching was some apocalypse horror about some scientist who makes a deadly parasite. Frankly, the only reason you wanted to watch this movie was because Demi Moore debuted in it. “This is so weird.” You said, face contorting into an expression of disgust as you watched the slug-parasite burst out of someone’s face once more. “Yeah,” he replied, finding your repugnance rather humorous. “This feels really Italian for some reason. Like, I know it’s American, but it feels like nothing there is in its right place.” “Mhm,” you hummed, burying your face in his side to cover the trashy imagery before you. You didn’t wanna watch more, all the gore was too much for you to handle. Michael seemed to pick this up since he gently grazed his fingers over your jaw, causing you to look up to him. He pulled you by the chin ever so delicately and nudged your nose with his to take your mind off of the crude scene before you two even for a moment.

He tries to match outfits with you!

Nothing that’s too on the nose, but something that goes along with what you’re wearing, you know?

He’ll message you in the morning, asking about your outfit of the day, and he’ll check his wardrobe if he has anything to go with it.

Whenever you two match, he loves to show off!!! He’s willing to actually not ditch classes and roam the school during breaks so that others can see that you two are matching. :3

As you were getting ready for school, you heard your phone buzz. michael 🤍 hey what are you gonna wear today? you im not exactly sure yet but i definitely wanna wear the flowy pants i bought last saturday when we went out :D michael 🤍 alright With that, you shut your phone and continued going through your wardrobe to find the best possible top to go with your pants. An extra layer of pressure was added now that you was going to match outfits with Michael. You didn’t know just what to wear. A few minutes later, your phone rang with a notification again. Michael sent you a photo of himself with his outfit for the day. Attached was an “Is this okay?” to which you promptly replied with an affirmative yes. His outfit now sparked your creativity, and you now had something to base off on now.

He can and will spoil your ass!!!

Expect him to give you the most stunning and thoughtful gift you’ve ever received on a random Tuesday.

Why’d he do that? Nothing. Just felt like it.

“Hey, YN,” Michael called out to you in the hallways as you grabbed a few books in your locker, tapping on your shoulder. You turned to meet the face of the voice. “Hmm? Oh, hello, dear.” You grinned, pushing yourself on your toes to give him a kiss on his cheek. You saw him holding back a blush and a smile to your touch. “What is it?” You continued, asking what he approached you for. It wasn’t usual for him to go up to you like this—at least not before class since he usually got to class either super early or super late. “I wanted to give you this.” He said, handing you an ornately-decorated handbag. Your eyes lit up in excitement. You knew one thing from the gift so far—you were definitely gonna keep the bag. It was too pretty to throw out. “Can I open it?” “Yeah, yeah. Go ahead.” He nodded, resting himself on the locker adjacent to yours. The gift, or rather gifts, stunned you. What was inside was a pearl necklace, a flowery brooch, and a gorgeous poet’s shirt. “Michael… Why’d you get me this?” You said worriedly. You didn’t like the idea of him spending his money on you—especially if the things he got were pricey. “Why shouldn’t I? I was out with my friends yesterday at some antique shop, and I saw that. I knew you’d love it.” He smiled, quietly chuckling at your reaction. “You didn’t have to.” You replied, a pout on your face. “But I wanted to.” He reassured, placing his hands on your arms. “Well, thank you then.” You hummed, burying yourself in the crook of his neck.

#cocogrrrl's writing #south park fanfiction #south park x reader #michael x reader #michael x y/n #michael x you

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elenavr13 · 1 year

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Concealed Pain

Engineer Mark x Captain

Warning: Brief description of injury

*Post-ISWM*

*The Captain is late to a meeting which is unusual for them. Mark’s worry only escalates when he hears that the Captain was at the scene of a recent explosion.*

MARK’S POV

“Where’s Captain?” I inquire at the meeting with Burt & Mack. We are suppose to explain our new-found way of generating electricity & give reports on how the engineering side of the colony is doing to Captain but they haven’t shown up yet. Mack shrugs his shoulders in response to my question.

“Last I heard they’re with Gunther, new defense system,” Burt explains.

“They’re not usually late for a meeting though. I wonder what must be holding them.” We anxiously wait for an excruciatingly long five minutes, still no sign of them. I turned my tablet on & send them a message reminding them of the meeting. They reply fairly quickly, saying that they are almost finished & will be over in a minute. With assurance that they haven’t forgotten, I relax in my chair only to jump when a huge boom shakes the building we are in.

“What the hell was that?” Mack yells, startled by the explosion.

“The new world holds many a danger, some not so much a stranger.” Burt utters. Despite knowing him for years, his words still befuddle me first time I hear them.

Mack continues before I can think through Burt’s words. “You didn’t rig something to blow, did you?”

“No, I didn’t.” I answer.

Mack relaxes back in his chair, already bored of the conversation. “Then it was probably Gunther messing with some new contraption.”

Fear sinks into my stomach. “Shit, shit, shit.”

“What?” Mack demands. Why does he have to be so dense?

“Captain’s with Gunther.” Without waiting for a response, I leap out of my seat & run straight to the door. It isn’t hard to find where the explosion took place; there is a huge plume of smoke rising from a singular building. Halfway there, I get a notification from Captain requesting for the medical team immediately. My heart rises to my throat while my mind floods with undesirable possibilities. Finally I arrive at the scene. The whole facade of the building is in pieces. Medical team scatters the ground, searching the debris & building for injured crew. As I scan the red uniforms, a white shirt catches my eye. Then I notice the dark grey outfit of Captain. They are supporting Gunther as they follow one of the medics. “Captain!” By the time I reach them, Captain has already placed Gunther on a stretcher & the medic begins bandaging his wounds.

“Mark, you showed up fast.” Captain acknowledges.

“I came as soon as I heard.” My breath is heavy from running. “Are you okay? Are you hurt? Where are you hurt?” I grip their shoulders as my eyes dart across their body, scanning for injuries. Panic seizes my heart when I notice just how much blood covers their uniform.

“Mark, I’m fine.” I don’t believe that.

“Where does it hurt? Captain, please, I can’t lose you ag…” My hands trace their figure frantically.

“Mark,” Two ungloved hands place themselves on either side of my head, forcing me to face Captain. *Captain takes their gloves off so they don’t get blood on Mark.* “I’m not seriously wounded. You have no reason to panic. I only have minor scratches & burns. It’s nothing I can’t handle & this,” they gesture to their clothes. “isn’t mine. I’m okay, really.” I nod, taking in what they are saying. My mind trusts & believes them but my body is still shaken. It takes me a few minutes to finally calm down. I remain by their side, observing their every move to guarantee they are in fact unharmed. As I follow them to their quarters so they can clean up, I can’t help but notice a limp in their step.

“Are you sure you’re okay? You’re limping.” My throat is tense & dry but I do my best to sound normal.

“I fell on my ankle wrong. That’s all.”

“Did you get it looked at?”

They avoid my question. “I promise it’s not a big deal. It’ll be fine by the end of the day.” Their smile attempts to reassure me but it doesn’t work.

“If you say so,” I stand outside their room as they clean up & change into clean, comfy clothes. They need rest & I am going to make sure they have everything they need before leaving to get my own work done. When they come out in their uniform, it surprises me. “Shouldn’t you rest?”

“I have a colony to run. There’s no time to rest.” I want to argue but they notices & continues before I can say anything. “Either way, I’m fine. You don’t have to worry so much about me.”

“I just…want to make sure you’re okay. You’re my friend & it’s the least I can do since I hurt you.” All the memories of all the universes I hurt them in surge into my brain.

Their hand settling on my shoulder pulls me from my horrid thoughts. “That was nearly a month ago & I’ve already forgiven you.”

“I just don’t want to see you hurt again.” My hand subconsciously reaches for their other hand which just so happens to be the one with the big scar carved into its palm from the warp crystal. I rub my index finger against the soft scar tissue.

“I- I know.”

*time skip*

Captain follows me in jumping off the platform. When their feet meet the ground, they wince & stumble again. I reach out but they catch themselves before falling into my arms. A dark spot on the outer thigh of their uniform draws my attention. At first I think it is a smudge of oil but curiosity gets the best of me. I brush my fingers against it.

“What are you doing?” Captain asks. I disregard their question when I notice the warm, sticky liquid on my fingers is red –not a blackish-brown like oil & grease is.

“You told me you weren’t hurt. You lied to me.” I wave my red fingertips in front of Captain’s face.

“It’s not that bad.”

“It’s not bad? Captain, you’re bleeding. No wonder why you have been favoring your right leg.” I sit them on the platform so they aren’t standing on their wounded leg anymore, also so I can get a better look at their injury.

“Mark…”

“What were you thinking not telling anyone about this? What could possibly more important than your health?” My eyes bore into theirs but they remain quiet. With no response, I begin typing a message to send to the medical team on my device. Before I manage to send it, Captain swats my arm with the tablet on it away.

“It’s a lot more important to tend to those actually injured than someone with a small stab wound.”

“You can’t put everyone else before you.”

“I’m the captain. I’ll do what I think is best.”

“I know you think this is for the best but I also know that you don’t know how to properly treat a wound & if you don’t get this treated properly, it’ll get worse.”

“I’ve been through a lot worse & survived.” Captain argues. Why do they have to be so goddamn stubborn? “Look, I’m sorry but I can’t fail my crew again. I need to be strong & that means I can’t show pain.”

“Can’t show pain? Captain, you can’t do this by yourself. You taught me that.” Tears begin forming in their eyes.

“But I’m not allowed to be weak or vulnerable. I am who everyone looks up to. I…” They trail off & tears fall down their cheeks. “You said you don’t want to see me hurt.”

“I- I didn’t mean it like that.” I sigh. “I care about you & while I don’t want to see you in pain, I really don’t want you to feel like you have to hide it & endure it by yourself. Everyone is here for you. I’m here for you. I regret not being there for you in the past but I’m here now.” Their head droops to the floor. I take it in my hands, running my fingers through their soft hair & stopping just over their ears. Then I lean down & place a gentle kiss on the crown of their head. “I mean it. I really do.” I mumble into their hair. Since they took a shower after the explosion, it smells lightly of (favorite smell). They have always liked that smell. “Is it okay if I take you to the medical bay? You can punch me in the arm if it makes you feel better.” They do exactly that. “Ow, now I need to go too.” Their laugh cures my arm & brightens the room. “Come on, let’s get you patched up.” They wrap their arm around my neck & I place mine around their back, grateful that they finally granted me permission to care of them.

*The explosion caused a piece of metal to lodge itself in Captain’s leg. Despite knowing that they shouldn’t remove it, they did so anyway just so no one would see they were harmed. They then helped the crew members that were severely injured. That is why their uniform was covered in blood. No one could tell the difference between their blood & the blood that transferred to their clothes. While cleaning up, they attempted to bandage it. Mark only noticed it once it bled through their bandage & uniform.*

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sturthepotofmadness · 1 year

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Shattered EarthSpark

Atlas Meridian stepped into the cave, his chocolate brown hair slicked back as usual and his deep brown eyes observing. He wore the usual garb for explorations like this: a two piece thick charcoal grey leathery outfit with black boots, gloves, and a clear visor that covered his face and part of his hair, along with a belt with many pockets. However, his left arm wasn’t covered by the outfit, stopping just after the shoulder due to the mechanical nature of his replaced arm. The cave was a strange slate color, standing out a bit from all the other rocks that lead up to it. Water seemed to puddle in the crevasses and low dents of the cave, filling them up yet never seeming to move or go beyond their confines. Every now and again was a strange bubbly gem of sorts, almost like Energon with blue food coloring packed into an 3D oval shape.

He didn’t know how the Decepticons-- what a strange name-- missed the Cybertronian signal from the cave. Even that Autobot they picked up-- Orion? Optimist? One of the two-- didn’t notice it. The scientist wondered before, even just for a few moments, if they were purposely avoiding the signal, but reasoned that it was a rather strange signal, hard to tell it was even Cybertronian to begin with. However, that didn’t sate his and the other scientists in GHOST’s ranks curiosity about the thing. Getting the superiors to go through with it was simpler than expected, but he supposed it wasn’t unusual. Anything Cybertronian in the wrong hands could cause disaster. His old... colleague, Alex Malto, sure was a good example of that.

Atlas continued further into the cave, his robotic arm already lifting up as his still flesh one flexed in excitement. His hand moved to the false arm and clicked a button, activating a holographic screen. Atlas looked at the screen to make sure he entered the right inputs, then stopped as the connection was finalized. He said into the hologram, “Doctor Meridian to Base Spike, do you read?”

A bit of static followed, then he read, [Doctor Charon to Doctor Meridian, can do! Anything interesting yet?]

“There’s a strange crystal that appears like a blue or teal version of Energon, but I haven’t gotten too far in,” Atlas replied.

He could almost feel his colleague vibrating in place. [Oh wow, Energon that isn’t only blue, but also crystalline? That sounds amazing! Make sure you collect samples!]

Atlas approached one of the strange orbs and grabbed it. He tugged at it for a few moments, then it broke free. He observed it as he replied, “Of course.”

[Here, I’ll mute so you don’t get distracted and we’ll still be able to see what’s going on!] Dr Charon said, then the noise of a mute signal going off and the hologram automatically deactivating. A brief notification appeared in the visor, but it quickly dismissed itself to the corner of his vision.

Atlas turned the orb in his hands around for a few more moments, only finding it to be the same on every side, save of the few pieces of stone that still clung to it. He put the strange orb into a pocket, making sure it was shut before going further into the cave.

It continued to be more of the same. Slate blue stones and the blue orbs. The only difference was that the cave was continuous lit with blue light, but it was unclear where the light was coming from.

After a few minutes, the cave opened up to a massive room. A pool of the same strange water nearly covered the entire room, the only dry bits being the center and the path up to it. Thirteen stalactites hung from the ceiling, though eight of them appeared to be forcibly broken by an overpowering force, the other five left alone to grow, nearly touching the pool. The stalactites, the ceiling, and the walls were all the same slate blue. However, the strange teal orbs seemed to have become no more bigger than specks, seemingly dragged of what they held. In the center of the room was a pedestal with an ocean colored stone covered with teal speckles sitting atop it.

Atlas approached the stone, a curiosity in his eyes. He lifted his gloved hand to touch the stone, then moving his hand across it. There was no reaction.

His robotic arm moved so he could pick up the strange stone with both hands. The moment his robotic palm touched the odd stone, the artifact went haywire. It suddenly glowed green, the pool quickly gaining the same glow. A tendril of light popped out of the stone, quickly wrapping around his robotic arm as behind him, two of the stalactites began to glow. Atlas barely had time to react, shock erupting over his face, then the two stalactites shattered with a head-splitting noise and he was forced to tuck his head into his metal shoulder and pressing his gloved palm against his other ear, squeezing his eyes shut.

A few moments passed and all the noise and simulation calmed down. Atlas opened his eyes, blinking slightly as he repositioned his upper body. The glowing had vanished, but the robotic arm seemed... changed. It didn’t change much, but there was a strange tugging feeling that now emanated from it, along with a purplish blue orb sitting on the back of the robotic palm. A quickly glance in the visor showed the connection was still up, and he moved his arm away from it.

He bumped into something and quickly snapped around.

Staring into his eyes was a Cybertronian of some sort, a strange scent coming off it and with oddly blank colors with bits of teal glow. After a moment, he recalled what the scientists of GHOST were told about young Cybertronians, better known as ‘sparklings’. This was some sort of sparkling. Its bright red eyes stared into him, its feminine shaped armor flared out somewhat.

“Curious,” the being said, its voice wispy, yet feminine and sounding like there was a growling undertone. “You’re not... scared. Unlike the wimp that dares call us a twin.” Its optics glanced to the side, causing Atlas to look over as well. As he did so, he took notice of the state of the shattered stalactites. They were reduced back down to the ceiling, now much smaller points. Those were unlike the other broken stalactites, where seemed battered and torn into.

On the other side of the pool, clinging to the wall, was another sparkling, though it seemed taller and on the masculine side, despite its plating squeezing onto itself. It didn’t speak, its blue optics, terrified with a field to match.

“So... why are you nOT TERRIFIED?!” the sparkling suddenly screeched, its plating flaring as its voice box crackled with the sudden change, the growl suddenly more prevalent.

Atlas didn’t move, instead muttering, “Fascinating.”

The sparkling seemed to doubletake at that reaction, causing the more male sparkling to attempt an approach. The femme glared at the mech, causing it to stop.

“Fascinating...? That’s what you see us as?” the femme sparkling questioned, a strange surprise in its wispy voice as the growl died back down to an undertone.

Atlas, under his breath, added, “Earth-born Cybertronians? Terran Cybertronians? Would they be any different from Cybertronians from Cybertron?”

The femme seemed to stare as the mech finally approached. Somewhat quietly, with a scared, shaky, terrified voice, the mech sparkling asked, “W-W-Who are you?”

Atlas snapped out of his mutterings, then looked at the mech sparkling and said, “My name is Doctor Meridian, but you can call me Atlas.”

Both of the sparklings stared.

A tug of full terror seemed to radiate from the strange feeling now in his robotic arm as the mech sparkling trembled and he said, “I-I-I’m Thrash.”

The femme sparkling lean forward, a bloodlust radiating out from the other strange tug (he just noticed, there were two ‘strings’) that matched in her optics, then she said, “We are Twitch.”

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suau-projectmatriarch · 1 year

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Chapter 6: Gone

[TRIGGER WARNINGS: Swearing, Threats, Gruesome descriptions of blood, Grief, Implied major character death, detailed depictions of devestaion and mourning the loss of a loved one, implications of gruesome violence, detailed descriptions of panic and anxiety]

Connie paced the dark carpeted floor of her dorm room, muttering to herself as she rubbed her arms. Daniel got up from Patricia’s office chair with a worried expression, placing a hand on Connie’s shoulder.

“You alright, Connie?” Daniel queried with an anxious tone. Patricia seemed as worried as both Connie and Daniel combined as she fumbled with her sleeves, glancing at her phone every now and then.

“He should have been here by now…” Connie muttered, more to herself than anyone else. She paused, then looked up, glancing out the window. With a heavy sigh, she slouched into a sitting position on her bed, bouncing her leg as she lowered her head and ran her fingers through her hair.

Patricia sighed and placed her laptop beside her. Getting up from her bed, she sat down next to Connie, hugging her. She knew she and Daniel were worried, but Patricia also knew she couldn’t even begin to imagine how Connie felt at that moment.

“He’s not responding to my texts, I-I haven’t tried calling him yet, but…” Connie trailed off, anxiety twisting her gut and drying out her throat as she tried to think of all the logical reasons Steven wasn’t here yet.

“Maybe he’s in traffic? Maybe the weather? Phone died on him? I don’t know, there could be millions of reasons more likely than him getting hurt.” Patricia reassured as she pulled out her small purple phone, pressing the power button to check for messages. Daniel nodded in agreement, then walked over to the window, crossing his arms as he stared out at the parking lot a few feet away from the dorm building. Connie knew Patricia was right, but she just couldn’t shake the sinking dread in her chest.

As Patricia scrolled through her phone, Daniel opened the blinds and peered outside the window, pressing his palms against the windowsill as he leaned over. He watched the cars drive by, squinting his eyes, trying to find Steven’s Dondai in the massive wave of traffic.

“Yeah, he’s tough. Half Diamond, right? He can take care of himself, he’s done it before. Many times, actually.” Daniel chimed in with a small chuckle, eyes still glued to the intersection.

Connie nodded, rubbing her arms again. Patricia stood up, walking over to her desk. Connie slumped backward onto her blanket and pulled out her phone. As Connie pressed her finger against the power button, dread and anxiety sank deep into her chest when she noticed none of her notifications were messages from Steven. She was Connie Maheswaran; she couldn't help but worry. Overthinking and planning was a trait of hers. The trip to Jayhawk was the first road trip Steven had gone on all by himself. Yes, he was tough, he could always shake off the violent, stray anti-gem person with ease, but he was still vulnerable in a sense, even with the powers of a gem monarch. Closing her eyes, Connie silently prayed that Steven was safe.

Fifteen painstakingly slow minutes passed as the trio grew more paranoid for their close friend's safety. Connie had texted Steven a few times and even tried to call him. Daniel and Patricia did the same, but no reply. Connie’s anxiety was skyrocketing now. No reply from Steven was NEVER a good thing. He was usually pretty quick with replying, and history had proved that when Steven did not reply, something was happening. As desperately as Connie tried to calm herself down by thinking of reasons Steven would not reply that weren’t life-threatening or world-ending, this was Steven she was talking about. She just couldn’t shake the feeling. It only festered and made her even sicker.

Unfortunately, the anxious paranoia among the three proved justified when Connie got a call from her phone. At first, she immediately sat up with a hopeful expression, thinking it was Steven. But it wasn’t Steven’s phone number calling her; it wasn’t even a phone number at all. It was a direct call from the Diamond Line code that Peridot had implemented into Connie’s phone, so she could call reinforcements off-planet if it was necessary or the other way around.

But that was only the first red flag she noticed. Once she answered the call, she tilted her phone as a pink holo-screen emitted from her phone’s screen. The image on the holo-screen was of Spinel. But she had a worried expression on her desaturated pink face, and her dark pink pigtails were droopy, a telltale sign of Spinel being upset. Connie felt a lump in her throat when she saw the horrified look in Spinel’s eyes. Connie answered the call, and Spinel was already speaking in a desperate tone of voice, with black tears welling up in her eyes.

“C-Connie, listen friend, W-we need ya back at Homeworld. R-Right now. I know you have ya, college, or whateva it’s called… B-But you need to see this.”

Daniel and Patricia exchanged worried looks as Connie nodded with a determined look in her eyes. Her knightly instinct took over, overpowering her fear as she braced herself for a fight. As terrified as Connie was, she knew she had to act, especially if Spinel’s emergency involved Steven and why he wasn’t responding. Connie swiftly grabbed her sword from under her bed and an emergency backpack she always had on hand just in case, turning to Daniel and Patricia before leaving.

“Hold down the fort for me, guys. I’ll be back.”

Daniel and Patricia both nodded with worried expressions and quickly went to their laptops to keep an eye on Steven’s activity. Connie didn’t look too excited either but she swore that she would help when she could. It was a job she took seriously and was dedicated to, no matter what. A role she fulfilled with pride and power.

Connie hurried down the stairs of the dorm building, swerving around other college students as she made her way down the halls and through the double glass doors leading into the dormitory. Lion was already waiting for her under one of the trees in the courtyard. Lion always had a sixth sense of these things; Lion knew when he was needed and stayed by his allies' side.

“Alright buddy, we gotta get to the Homeworld warp.”

Lion huffed as his pale pink mane began to flow to a nonexistent breeze and nodded as his eyes and hair glowed white. Stretching open his mouth, he roared as loud as he could. Pink waves of energy shot out from the back of his throat, forming a swirling pink portal over the dormitory’s garden. With another huff: Lion leaped into the portal before it shrunk in on itself, leaving the passerby college students and pedestrians both bewildered and terrified.

A similar pink portal opened up in the greenhouse connected to Steven and Greg’s home. Lion and Connie popped out of the portal, soaring through the air before landing right next to the baby blue, crystalline warp pad embedded in the floor at the far side of the greenhouse. Lion’s mane and eyes stopped glowing white as the portal closed. Lion wandered over and climbed onto the warp pad, flicking his tail as he turned his head and glanced at Connie. Connie pulled out a small blue warp whistle from her backpack, taking a deep breath before blowing into it.

A few moments later, Connie and Lion were on Homeworld’s surface, stepping off of the Diamond Throne Room’s warp pad. Hopping off of Lion, Connie patted Lion’s head with a small smile.

“Thanks, Lion. You have earned your naps for today.” Connie said with a chuckle before kissing Lion’s forehead. Lion yawned and settled down, curling all four paws underneath his fuzzy chest before closing his eyes and curling his tail around his body.

Connie glanced at the shimmering floors of the Diamond Throne Room, feeling a lump form in her throat. She took a deep breath in through the nose, and exhaled through the mouth as she turned to face the Diamond’s thrones. Four large crystalline thrones sat atop gorgeous white stairs. Connie curled her fingers into tight fists, taking another deep breath before walking forward. Looking around, she arched a brow, noticing there was no one in the giant gem-made room. This room was usually filled with a crowd or two… Where was everybody?

Connie tensed, gripping her sword handle as she slid her left foot back, grounding herself and lowering her body when swift footsteps echoed throughout the hall. She squinted her eyes, creasing her brows as she scanned the room for anything suspicious. Her expression softened however, once she noticed a familiar pink gem running towards her from the entrance behind Blue Diamond's throne.

“Connie! Thank the stars-” Spinel yelled from across the room as she hurried over to Connie, stopping dead in her tracks mere inches away from Connie.

“Spinel! What’s wrong?” Connie responded with a worried tone. She stretched out her arms for a hug. Spinel usually liked to hug people as a greeting gesture, but this time Spinel’s hug only lasted seconds; when it usually lasted minutes, accompanied by a few cheerful hellos.

“I-I’m sorry, Cons, I don’t have time to explain- Just follow me and stay close,” Spinel said under her breath, speaking only to Connie as her anxious gaze darted around the room. A team of Amethyst Guards, Bismuth, and Peridot burst through the door leading to the entrance behind Blue Diamond’s throne with panicked looks on their faces.

“SPINEL! You can NOT just run off like that in a situation like- Connie!” Peridot exclaimed and immediately hurried up to Connie’s side, grabbing her hand and practically dragging the poor human along with her.

“No time to explain, we gotta go and we gotta go now . White called us all for an emergency meeting, and considering what was hinted in her message, I wouldn’t be surprised if this room was rigged as a trap. Lion!” Peridot whistled and yelled across the room, but Lion was already sprinting his way towards the small huddle of Gems, catching up to them in no time. He stayed at the back, glancing around every now and then as they dashed through the building.

Connie stumbled and stuttered over her terrified questions as the Amethyst guards and Bismuth surrounded her, Spinel, and Peridot. Connie reached out her free hand and held Spinel’s hand in an attempt to calm them both. The feeling of dread, fear, and impending doom was too strong now. It made her head throb and her chest tighten to a sickening degree. Something was wrong. VERY wrong. The Amethyst Guards and Bismuth already had destabilizers and their personal gem-summoned weapons at the ready, and even THEY looked scared. Bismuth was a tough gem, and Connie had never seen her scared before. But Bismuth barely said a word the whole time.

As they sprinted through the abandoned halls of the Diamond’s castle, Bismuth led them through a back alley route that led directly to White Diamond’s room.

White’s room was a room that Connie had never seen before. It was similar to all the other Diamond rooms, as expected. But the difference was the blinding white coloration. Although, there was one spot in the room that wasn’t white. At the center of the room was a pool of fresh crimson and pink blood. The scent of iron and decay hit Connie as soon as she stepped foot in the room.

The smell in the air made her recoil as she clapped her hands over her mouth in a desperate attempt to filter out the putrid stench. Amethyst guards joined their fellow quartzes, guarding every wall and entrance to the room. Agates and many other powerful gems lined the walls, weapons at their sides. But everybody in the room, even the Agates, were shaking with pure terror in their eyes at the grim sight before them.

Greg, the Crystal Gems, Lapis, hell even the Off Colors were surrounding the devastated diamond on her knees in front of them. White Diamond was knelt down beside the puddle of blood with a blank look on her face, blood slowly seeping through her fingertips as she clutched something in her shaking hands as if it were her lifeline. She glanced at Connie, then to Greg. Her right hand folded over her left: she gave Connie and Greg one more glance, the broken, glazed-over look in her darkened gray eyes sending shivers down the human’s spines. Finally, her gaze rested on the Crystal Gems as she wordlessly lifted her right hand, revealing a gruesome, disturbing image.

Resting in her ghost-white palm were fragments of a pink gem. Chunks of pink-hued diamond smashed to pieces and coated in blood. But not the blood of a human. The blood was pink and red. The blood in her hand was Steven's. And the broken gem resting in White Diamond's hand was Steven's gemstone. You could barely even tell it was a gem from all the blood. But the mixed hues of crimson and fuchsia pink were a telltale sign that the blood belonged to Steven.

Before: the room echoed with terrified whispers, gossip, and questions about what the hell was happening, but as soon as White uncovered the blood-covered shards, a heavy, deafening silence settled in the room.

“We found Pink’s Gem in the throne room. Broken and covered In blood… She’s gone.” White spoke with an empty voice, blankly staring down at the carnage nestled in the crook of her palm.

Connie’s eyes stretched open wide; as her body trembled and buckled from the weight of the realization, rage, despair, and depression that hit her harder than a comet smashing into the surface of the earth. She had a feeling this situation was about Steven, but she did not expect the news to involve her best friend being mercilessly crushed to pieces.

Connie fell to her knees, her sword slipping out of her backpack and hitting the floor with a loud clang that made everyone, Gem and human, visibly flinch. Her vision blurred as the horrified screams, crying, and yelling from Greg and the Crystal Gems became muffled, tears streaming down Connie’s face.

Connie looked down at her shaking hands as tears streamed down her face. She was in such a state of shock her brain hadn’t even processed the horrifying news fully, but her body was shutting down. She felt a bile rise in her throat as she clenched her teeth, squeezed her eyes shut, and pressed her hands into her ears, desperately trying to block out all the mortified and devastated screams from Greg. Lapis, Bismuth, and Peridot immediately ran up to Connie’s side, trying to get her attention and calm her down but to no avail. Peridot, Bismuth, and Lapis struggled to keep themselves composed, shaking and crying as much as Connie was as they tried to reassure her.

“MY SON! THAT’S MY SON- PLEASE- PLEASE NO… NO!”

Garnet, Pearl, and Amethyst tried to hold Greg back from running up to White, but they were struggling too. White cracks were rapidly spreading across their light-composed bodies. Greg eventually gave up, falling to his hands and knees as he sobbed so hard a bone-splitting migraine began to form. He had yelled so much that his voice was shot, and all he could do was mumble and sob into his hands as he leaned over and broke down.

“Not my son… M-My son isn’t g-gone, P-Please tell me he’s-” Greg begged and choked through sobs, squeezing his eyes shut and shaking his head as Pearl and Amethyst tried to comfort him. Garnet clenched her teeth, curling her fingers into tight fists as light enveloped her hands and morphed into her gauntlets. Her visor cracked and shattered, poofing out of existence, her petrified, tearful gaze morphing into frenzied rage.

“Who did this…” Garnet muttered angrily under her breath, her hands trembling with how tense they were.

“WHO DID THIS!?” Garnet yelled with desperation and anger in her voice. She flinched and yelled in pain, her visor disappearing as her body began to crack, distort, then split into two separate entities made up of misshapen light forms with a Ruby Gem on one and a Sapphire Gem on the other. The glowing white lights morphed into Ruby and Sapphire with deep white cracks on their bodies. Sapphire froze the ground around her as she sobbed, while the floor around Ruby went up in flames.

“DID YOU DO THIS?! I’LL SHATTER YOU! I’LL SH-SHATTER… I-I’ll…” Ruby stuttered, trailing off when she felt a cold hand on her shoulder. It was Sapphire, but her eye wasn’t on Ruby. Her gaze was fixated on the blood. She was shaking with a hand over her mouth. Ruby immediately sobbed and hugged her. Pearl and Amethyst hugged each other, sobbing, seconds away from poofing as deep white fissures continued to spread across their quivering bodies. Neither of them had the strength to even speak. Lapis stood up, her teeth clenched, a dark shadow over her eyes. Tears ran like waterfalls down her navy blue complexion, pure rage in her darkened eyes that shot daggers at White Diamond.

“White. Answer the fucking question. Who did this to Steven?" Lapis growled through gritted teeth as water shot out from her back, morphing into wings. Volleyball, who was behind White, stepped forward. The cracks over her eye had spread, and she had a sorrowful expression. Holding up her hands in a defensive gesture, she took a few cautious steps closer to Lapis, who glared at her.

“W-We don’t know what happened, Lapis… M-Me and White walked in here and found P-Pinks Ge-”

“Steven’s Gem . ” Lapis interrupted with a snarl and a manic look in her eyes. Volleyball flinched and trembled in response.

“Y-Yes, Sorry, S-Steven’s gem. I-It was broken and covered I-In that… Awful smelling s-substance.”

“It’s blood, Volleyball… It’s a liquid inside of humans that carries n-nutrients across their body a-and keeps them alive.” Peridot interjected with a shaken voice, eyes glued to the bloody gem pieces.

“I-If they lose too much, then…” Peridot shuddered, breaking down into tears as she gripped her wrist and lowered her head. Lapis only grew angrier, but Volleyball body-blocked her from White, desperately trying to ease the water gem’s irritation.

“L-Lapis please, I was with her, W-White did not do this.”

“THEN WHO DID?! WHO ELSE HAS THE POWER TO SHATTER A DIAMOND!?” Lapis yelled, making Volleyball recoil in fear. Amethyst was the first one to go. She shook her head and screamed in pain, pressing her hands against her ears as the cracks on her body eventually overwhelmed her. Pearl reached out and grabbed Amehyst’s gemstone before it hit the floor, hugging it close to her chest as her body disintegrated into white clouds.

“PEARL! AMETHYST!” Ruby yelled, dashing forward and catching their gemstones. Sapphire fell to her knees, looking down at her shaking hands. How could she not have seen this? Why couldn’t Sapphire see anything else? She couldn’t focus, couldn’t look forward. She could only focus on the enraged and devastated thoughts swirling in her gemstone: and her lover’s embrace as Ruby hugged her tight with Pearl and Amethyst gemstones in her hand.

Peridot was the next one to poof. She shook her head, falling to her knees and hands as she cried out before the sorrow destroyed her completely, but her choked sobs got cut short when her body crumbled under the sheer weight of her anguish. Bismuth rushed forward and caught her gem, but the poor weaponsmith was moments away from cracking too. Bismuth held Peridot’s gem close to her, putting her free hand on Greg’s shoulder, but she couldn’t say anything. Words only got caught in her throat, coming out as ever-flowing tears.

Volleyball shook her head as tears formed in her eyes. “L-Lapis- P-Please-” Volleyball begged as White Diamond’s Agate’s stepped forward, aiming their destabilizers at Lapis.

“This wasn’t us. I-I promise. I swear to the stars, w-we wouldn’t let this happen.”

Lapis growled, her chest heaving as her eyes filled with tears once more. She sighed in defeat, looking down at her hands with devastation in her eyes.

“W-We think it’s a warning, L-Lapis… Someone killed Steven and p-put his broken gem on display for all of us. We found it, right in the c-center of White's room.” Volleyball stuttered, desperately, practically begging, glancing over to White. White was quiet with tears in her eyes, shaking like a leaf in the wind as she stared down at the pieces in her shaking hand.

“... Then we find the one who did this. We find them, and we take them out.” Connie muttered through heaving breaths and sobs. Spinel peeked out from her hiding spot behind Lion; and walked up to Connie’s side, kneeling beside her. Connie sniffled and broke down again, hugging Spinel. She was angry and terrified, but most of all, she was heartbroken. Steven was the first friend Connie ever had. The reason she grew into the badass woman she is today. The first lover she ever had. And now he was gone. Just like that, in the blink of an eye.

She hugged Spinel tighter as the memories flooded back into her head. Memories of them as kids battling monsters, rescuing people, singing, dancing, fusing, and messing around. Meeting him was the best thing that ever happened to her. It didn’t matter what had happened when he grew up. The proposal, the corruption, they’d been through heaven, hell, and back together. Steven wasn’t someone she ever thought she’d take for granted, but the moment Connie realized he was gone, Connie knew that she did. Regrets, nostalgia, rage, fear, and depression stacked up at that moment, hitting her harder than anything that had ever harmed her in the past. And it hurt her a thousand times worse. No monster, sickness, injury, or emotion was as excruciating as the pain she felt at that moment.

It took the group a whole day to calm down and recuperate. Greg was upstairs with Priyanka, Doug, and mayor Nanafua. The Crystal Gems and the Off Colors mobilized on the beach, trying to think of a plan. Connie was with them, but her mind was far off. Her eyes, head, and throat hurt from screaming and sobbing, and she was barely awake. She stared off into the ocean with an exhausted, glazed-over look in her eyes. Amethyst rested a hand on her shoulder in a silent gesture of reassurance.

“Nanafua will help us with funeral preparations. But we need all hands on deck at all times to track down the one who took Steven.” Garnet said finally, cutting through the tense silence. Everyone nodded in agreement.

“We don’t have anything yet… But we can’t give up. We can’t just let this slide. Steven will not die in vain.” Bismuth added with a shaky voice as more tears welled up in her eyes. The group nodded once more with expressions mixed with enraged determination and sorrow. Pearl clutched the fabric of Steven’s old t-shirt in her hands, rubbing her thumb over the faded star pattern. Furrowing her brows, she squeezed her eyes shut to let out the last bit of her tears before she lifted her head and glared at the floor with seething hatred.

“I will not stop until we find those monsters,” Pearl growled, looking over at Bismuth while shaking with tears in her wide enraged eyes. From their facial expressions alone, it was clear that everyone shared Pearl’s malevolence toward Steven's assailants.

“I think we know who to start with.” Garnet spoke up, rage in her voice as she looked over at the sunset.

“Nanafua, the president, and the military have eyes on the 2nd Armada. But we all know who has the power to shatter a being as powerful as Steven. And it’s the Diamonds themselves.” Garnet said finally.

Lapis growled and shuddered. Peridot gently held her hand, looking up at her with worry in her eyes. Lapis sighed and crossed her arms as Bismuth nodded in agreement.

“We will pull together a group to investigate Homeworld. But I think some of our allies need some rest first.” Bismuth commented dejectedly, looking over at Connie, who hadn’t even noticed Bismuth was talking about her.

Garnet walked over to Connie, kneeling down in front of her, gently taking her hands in her own after removing her visor. She stared at Connie’s hands for a moment, taking a deep breath in through the nose and out through the mouth. All three of her eyes met Connie’s two dark ones, tears welling up in both Garnet and Connie’s eyes. Connie was seconds from bursting into tears once more, but she fought the tears as hard as she could. Squeezing her hands, Garnet gave Connie a small reassuring smile.

Connie finally got the hint, and glanced over to Bismuth with a determined look in her eyes.

“No. I can take this. I need to-” Connie was interrupted by Garnet framing her face with her hands. Connie felt Sapphire and Ruby’s gems on either side of her face, the cold, hard, glassy surface making her flinch again. Her eyes filled with tears again when she faced Garnet. All three of Garnet’s eyes had tears in them, but her smile was warm enough to break through Connie’s fragile tough facade.

“I can… I-I can…” Connie began, but choked on her sobs as tears ran down her cheeks. Garnet closed her eyes, and pressed her forehead to Connie’s.

“Steven loved you. With everything he had. Everything. But you need time to grieve, Connie. A living being such as yourself can only handle so much pain before they break. You’re family to us as well, love. and we can’t lose you too.” Garnet said genuinely, her voice breaking a little. She pulled Connie into a tight hug, kissing the top of her head as more tears began to flow. Amethyst, Pearl, Lapis, Peridot, and Bismuth hugged Garnet and Connie, lowering their heads as they embraced their family.

“And you know him. He’ll be rolling in his grave if he knew you tore yourself apart to try and avenge him.” Lars said with a sad smile and tears in his eyes. Rhodonite and Padparadscha hugged Lars, Fluorite lowering her head as she spoke.

“Yes indeed. He won’t rest easy knowing you are under duress, my dear.”

Connie chuckled, wiping away tears from her eyes. Everyone else did the same.

“He really would.” Pearl added with a sad smile on her face. Bismuth chuckled once more with a sniffle, wrapping an arm around Pearl’s shoulders.

“He will live on. In our memory, our hearts, our gems, and in everything he built and stood for. Every gem he saved. Every human he saved. He won’t be forgotten. We will put him to rest, and those who dared to hurt him will face retribution.” Garnet said as she squeezed Connie’s hands once more, looking up at her face-to-face. Connie smiled and nodded, sniffling as she wiped away more tears.

“Steven will be avenged, and he will rest easy, we’ll make sure of that. I promise” Garnet whispered to Connie, squeezing her hands one more time before the group took a moment of silence in respect and memoriam.

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let-the-bands-take-c0ntrol · 1 year

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12 Days of Holidays: Day 7

Calum HoodXFemale Reader

Warnings: pure fluff, winter weather, dating apps, crowds of people, tinge of angst

The music was loud and yet you couldn’t focus on the group that was performing on stage. Your mind drifting towards Calum and the weekend you had spent with him and his friends. It wasn’t necessarily a real kiss you had given Calum, but it had been enough for the two of you to act a bit awkward around one another. His messages became less frequent after the ski trip and you found yourself missing the conversations you two had. Granted holidays were approaching fast, and he was probably busy with family stuff, but you haven’t even received a random meme or “hey” from him. Maybe you were wrong to think there was something more between the two of you.

“I say you should just get back on the dating apps,” your best friend, Mika, shouted over the music. She slid a mug of spiked apple cider over to you, and bumped your shoulder with hers.

“Yeah you’re right,” you sighed, already pulling out your phone to dust off your old dating profile. Your gaze scanned over the room as you deleted a few pictures to replace them with newer ones. “This group isn't so bad,” you mumbled. Mika nodded in agreement, glancing over your shoulder to peek at the pictures you had chosen.

You found yourselves at the holiday festival a lot in the past few days. There were things to do and each night was something new. Tonight the city had decided to go all out with food vendors, art walks, and a stage for people to show off. Local groups from all over were performing and even some of the people weren’t musical talents. There were around twenty rounded tables surrounding the area of the stage and you and your friends had claimed one smack dab in the middle. You were happy to finally have a calmed down day. Between ice skating, holiday parties, and skiing, you were starting to get drained with this holiday season. You were starting to warm up to this time of year and it was all because of Calum, now you weren’t so sure.

“What about him?” you questioned, showing your phone screen to the few of your friends that were listening in on the conversation.

“Oh definitely a fuckboy. Look at that pose!” one of your friends laughed. You swiped left, muttering comments under your breath. After a few minutes everyone else got bored with your task, their attention turning towards the stage again. You could see a few of the men on the app in the crowd around you. The idea of meeting any of them around now would just be mortifying. Your eyes widened in surprise when you came across something you weren’t expecting: Calum’s own dating profile. An uneasy feeling washed over you and you clicked on his profile out of curiosity. You knew why you were back on the dating app, but for some reason seeing Calum’s own profile made you upset. You two were single, and you weren’t together so you knew you shouldn’t feel this way, but yet you did.

“Fuck it,” you muttered to yourself, swiping right on his profile. You liked Calum and since you two hadn’t been talking for the last few days there was no harm in you wanting to match. And you did. I had only taken a minute for you to get a notification on it and your heart began to hammer in your chest when you received a text message from Calum.

Are my eyes deceiving me or did we just match on a dating app?

Another message came through and it was the emoji eyes. You couldn’t help but laugh at his message. Taking a second to collect your thoughts before responding back.

Actually my finger slipped, I meant to swipe left. . .

You placed your phone in your pocket, choosing to play a bit with Calum. You weren’t going to allow him to get off that easily. He was the one to have left you on read to begin with. “I’m going to roam the food trucks, you want to come with?” Mika asked, getting bored with the magic act that was currently going on.

“Food sounds great,” you replied, feeling a multitude of buzzes in your pocket.

Ha ha, you’re so funny. . .I’m glad we matched though

I wasn’t sure how to ask the last time we hung out, but since we matched it gives me the chance. Do you want to go on a date?

Shit, did I misread our encounters?

Y/N?

You shook your head in amusement. Calum’s cool was cracking and you could tell from the messages. Normally you were quick with replying to messages, so you knew he might’ve been on edge when just two minutes went by from the first text he had sent.

Sorry, I’m out at some festival. So our matching wasn’t just coincidence?

Course not-so what do you say?

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tirsynni · 1 year

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Small RL update: things are improving but don’t expect to see much of me until January. I’ll provide more of an update then. In the meantime, expect actual fic updates soon. I’ve taken some of my self-care time to organize them, as well as organize a priority list. As always, if you interested in a commission or just have questions about a fic, poke me. I uninstalled all of my social media apps and have no plans to reinstall them for the rest of the month (and no plans to reinstall some of them), so reaching out to me via email or BMC/Ko-Fi would probably get you the quickest response... or replying to this, as I receive email notifications of replies.

Now onto the real reason for the post. I haven’t even been reading fics much lately (things have been too crazy and stressful), but one of my goals is to read fics and get better at commenting. SO! Please enjoy this short list of recs, several of which I need to catch up on and all of which I need to leave a comment on.

All of these recs are for Resident Evil. Here soon I plan on delving into Legend of Zelda again to help energize my LoZ bunnies, and when I do, I’ll make another list.

Piers/Leon:

call me (tell me what you feel) by fonulyn

Author description: “Yeah, I’d like that,” Piers said, voice low. He’d sounded a little distracted already, but Leon had chalked it up to him being tired too, as they’d both had kind of a rough week. Yet now that he paid attention to it, there was no mistaking the way Piers was breathing more heavily than usual, even as he tried to sound as steady as he could.

And that was all it took for Leon’s brain to finally connect the dots.

“...are you touching yourself?“ he asked, a bit disbelieving, a bit amused, a lot intrigued. And way too loudly, considering that now it wasn’t only that one woman giving him annoyed looks but like three other passengers too.--

Or the one wherein Leon is stuck at the airport. At least he gets a nice phone call with Piers.

My Notes: This is a fic I don’t hear much about but it is so sweet and fluffy and hot. A nice, stress-free, smutty, playful read.

And its sequel!

thank you for picking up by BeesKnees/ @kneesofthebee

Author Description: Leon finally gets a ride home from the airport so that he can ride Piers at home.

My Notes: Author tagged it as “that good domestic shit” and I agreed. Very satisfying read in more ways than one. <3

There, unfortunately, aren’t many Nivannedy writers, so definitely check out their works. @fonulyn has written most of them for the fandom, with a special shout out for her self-indulgent series. @kneesofthebee also wrote the awesome if you're still bleeding, you're the lucky ones, which is one of the rare fics touching on the events of Raccoon City and people reacting to it in the present.

The ship needs more love, so please check it out and don’t forget to comment! (Seriously, please, please always comment. A big goal of mine over the holidays is to catch up on fics and comment and reread favorites and make sure I commented on them and/or leave an additional comment on them. If you’re the type to not comment, please check out the above link. If you still don’t feel the need to comment, let me know so I can recognize you for the entitled person you are and make sure not to interact with you. Thank you.)

I’ve done a more thorough list here! These are just the fics which caught my attention now.

Krauser/Leon

guess who's back (Krauser's back) back again (aka post-RE6 reunions) by fonulyn/ @fonulyn

My Notes: Krauser survives RE4 and reunites post-RE6 with Leon... who isn’t necessarily the happiest to see him. There’s angst and porn and blood (because it’s Metaltango), and I love this series because it has Krauser being rough and tough without going overboard and deals with the aftermath of RE6 and the emotional/moral issues of the pairing. The porn is also hot.

can't help but follow in spite of going insane by fonulyn/ @fonulyn

Author’s Description: “Consider it done?” A sudden voice cut in, and Leon saw Krauser freeze immediately. Then Krauser did the unthinkable and turned on his heels, exposing his back to Leon. Not that Leon was going to do anything about it right now. He’d rather take in the new player who had just entered the field. Saddler stood on the ledge where Krauser had earlier taunted Leon with his mutating arm, looking down at them. Or, looking at Krauser, specifically. He looked… disappointed? “That is what you told me, soldier, is it not?”

Krauser squeezed his right hand into a fist, his shoulders tensing. It was as if every single molecule of his being was trembling with how he was holding himself back, and Leon could’ve sworn he could hear Krauser’s teeth gritting from where he stood. He did not say a word, but he didn’t need to, as Saddler went on. “Then why is our American friend still breathing?”

Or the one wherein Krauser takes too long to kill Leon and Saddler intervenes.

My Notes: Another one by fon because I’m going down my bookmarks for this one. This is how I wish that scene ended. I’ll forever feel cheated that we lost Krauser and like to imagine this version instead.

Between Ruins by Grimmy88

Author’s Description: A request for helpfulmango on tumblr - Metaltango with a/b/o dynamics set within the Krauser boss fight in Resident Evil 4. Involves dubious consent.

Krauser is envious, spiteful, and completely enraptured with Leon from their first mission together to the events in Spain. Leon is an omega unlike any other-- not submissive but obstinate, cocky, and independent. Krauser wants him as much as he'd wanted power and strength, and now that he has the dominant plagas strain inside him, he's going to claim him.

My Notes: I’ve recced this before and I’ve said this before, but while I’m not a big fan of ABO, I love how this author wrote these two. It contains some of the things I love about this ship -- that they’re both badasses and their ability to be rough and badasses with each other. -- and these things are hard to find in this pairing. Too often it’s just rapefic or dramatically reducing the badassery so important with these two.

I previously did some fic recs on this ship here! This is a rare ship which needs more love so definitely check them out!

I wish I could include more for this pairing. @fonulyn helps keep the Nivannedy ship alive and active, but while this ship has some amazing art, outside of kink writing, Metaltango doesn’t get much attention and not much has recently happened in this ship. Woe.

Others

(Chreon) Shake This Frost Off of My Bones by AnchorsOutAtSea

Author’s Description: After the events of Resident Evil Village, Chris Redfield finds himself in possession of Rosemary Winters with no clue as to what his next move should be. Turning her over to the government could lead to her being treated more like bio warfare than a child, and hiding her whereabouts could cause a chain reaction of catastrophic events.

What Chris really needs is someone he can trust, especially once he realizes Umbrella is more involved than he initially thought. His sister Claire knows exactly who he can trust, special agent Leon S. Kennedy.

Unfortunately, Leon has no idea what he’s getting himself into.

My Notes: This and the first Nivannedy fic I listed is what inspired this post. It’s a WIP I got into and fell out of, not because of the fic, but just because RL kicked my ass and I pretty much stopped reading fic for a while. I need to catch up and leave some comments, but in the meantime, it’s an incredibly solid fic and well-written enough to almost make me forget how pissed i am that RE veered so dramatically away from everything in RE7 and RE8.... almost.

(Carlos/Leon) put the world down for a second, son by BeesKnees

Author’s Description: “I thought I'd give the fighting a try but then I realized that I'm good with people in a way that most of you aren't, and you lot never remember to take care of yourself. So, here I am. A friendly, charming face who can cook, do basic first aid, and am handy enough with a gun to keep the safe house safe, if you know what I mean.”

Leon gets sent to Carlos' safe house after Spain.

My Notes: An ultra-rare pairing and one of my comfort reads. It’s one of the first I found in the fandom and is definitely on my list to see if I commented on it. If I did, it’s one of my go-to comfort fics, so it would be worth a second comment. I love the combination of badass + exhausted Leon in this fic and how it shows that yep, he’s no longer the rookie he was in RE2, and he is comfortable enough to show it.

(Wesker/Leon) More Sinned Against than Sinning by Androdamos

Author’s Description: Fascinated by his potential viral immunity following his infection in Spain, a resurrected Albert Wesker abducts Leon S. Kennedy to his laboratory for experimentation purposes. He doesn't expect Leon to be a charming and formidable sparring partner who lacks the coyness of most of his captives.

When Wesker learns of Chris and Leon's relationship he quickly develops feelings of jealously he doesn't quite understand. He has the resources so he might as well kidnap Chris too and sort it all out. His façade of control slips and the limits of his strength are tested when Leon realizes that his captor is just as much a captive as he is.

My Notes: Another WIP I started following and then fell out of due to RL winning its war on me. Not normally a pairing I enjoy, because people tend to twist one or both of the characters to make the ship work, but I enjoyed this writer’s take and how the characters still remained forces to be reckoned with. I haven’t caught up with the last few chapters but hope to do so soon.

This is a short, absolutely not comprehensive rec list based on me reminding myself to take some time to read/reread/catch up with some fics and make sure to comment.

My plans changed (quite dramatically) for the next two weeks, so I have far more time than originally planned. Hopefully I can both get caught up on fics/comment-writing and updating my own fics.

#personal #slightly #enough to tag #fic recs #nivannedy #metaltango #chreon #carlosxleon #weskerxleon

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My Cheating, Amnesic Fiancé

Chapter 33: Jeon Jung-Hyun

Considering how much light Yoongi had shed over the whole Park Yi-Jae and Jungkook situation, one would have thought you would see Jungkook differently. Which you did. Only, not in the way you would have expected from yourself a month ago - when you hadn't gotten to know Jungkook’s amnesic self, and presumably the self he had been around the members of BTS.

Perhaps even the way he had been with Yi-Jae.

No, you weren't angry with Jungkook. Despite his previous attitude toward you, you felt for him.

But you didn’t act upon that notion.

In fact, you couldn’t deny the feeling that some kind of barrier had been erected between the two of you. Ever since that evening with BTS, when you had been struck with the realization that your presence, soon, would be obsolete in Jungkook’s world, the first few figurative bricks had been laid. And while you kept straight-faced - as did he - you couldn’t help but feel him slipping ever so slightly out of your reach.

And toward his dreams.

Almost a week had passed since you had met secretly with Yoongi. Jungkook had left everyday to practice with his group members, coming home later and sweatier with each passing day. He had told you as well as his hyungs that he would pull through, but seeing his already weary face grow ever wearier by each passing day, you asked yourself whether it was truly worth it. Whether he could afford risking his health over his career - or not.

Whichever the case, you knew what Jungkook’s reply to that would be. So you refrained from getting involved, focusing on your studies - and trying to ignore Se-Eun’s inquisitive but silent gazes - instead.

It was another Friday afternoon already, and you were on your way home from university, stuck in traffic with Jong-Yeol, who was crooning along to the radio quietly. You were browsing through the frontpage of a celebrity news site - something you had made a habit out of lately, for obvious reasons - and had found an article about ESStar’s comeback teaser trailer when an unknown number called you. After first gesturing for Jong-Yeol to lower the volume on the radio, you pressed your phone to your ear and answered.

“Hello?” you said.

“Greetings,” replied a male voice, stiff and somber and unfamiliar. “Have I reached (Y/F/N)?"

You frowned slightly at the almost official inquiry, briefly considering the chance that you had been contacted by some kind of seller, despite your phone company’s insurance. “This is she,” you said, hesitance tinging your voice.

“Ah.” The person let out a curt hum in understanding. “I take it you haven’t heard from your father yet. Perhaps I called too early.”

“What? Who--” you began, when you felt the metal of your phone vibrate between your fingers and your cheek. “Uh, just a moment,” you said into the lower end of the device, temporarily backing out of the call to check your notifications. It was a text from your mother.

*16.01 - Your father had an incident today. We’re currently at a hospital, which is why I haven’t been able to call you. Tell Jung-Hyun we won’t be able to make it to Seoul.*

Eyes wide, you furiously texted back, a deep dread curling within your stomach.

*16.01 - Incident? What the heck do you mean by that?*

A response came immediately, suggesting your mother had been typing it beforehand.

*16.01 - We had synchronized our flights, but we had to cancel ours at the last second. You’re an adult now, you should be able to handle a situation like this, easily. I’ll hopefully be able to call later this evening for an update.*

Before you could grow even more agitated, and type in a reply your teachers definitely wouldn’t have approved of, your mother sent you another message.

*16.01 - I’m sorry for putting this on you, (Y/N). And don’t worry about your father. He will be alright.*

You heard a faint “Excuse me?” from the phone, which brought you back to the situation at hand. After sending your mother some angry but concerned few choice of words, you pressed the cool surface of your phone against your ear again.

“I forgot to read his message. I was at school.” You shook your head at the lie as you hoped to shake away your fear as well. “I’m sorry, I’ll get to you as soon as possible. Are you at Incheon?”

“Ah, yes.”

“To Incheon,” you told Jong-Yeol, who frowned but nodded to show his comprehension. “It’ll probably take at least two hours in this traffic,” you then said apologetically into your phone. “Probably more, though.”

“It is alright.”

“Yeah, okay. Sorry, still.” You swallowed, cutting yourself off. “See you soon, I guess.”

“Goodbye.”

He ended the conversation. You reclined against the seat with a long exhale, your arm falling to your side. Jong-Yeol glanced at you through the rear-view mirror with an inquisitive look, and you explained the change of plans.

And then it was time for you to call Jungkook.

“Mh?” He answered almost immediately. “Make it quick, I’m in the middle of a match.”

You rolled your eyes. Sometime during the week that had progressed, Taehyung had pointed out Jungkook’s passion for a computer game you had occasionally heard of, only due to its creators being famous for making StarCraft. You had hoped it would reignite an old memory, but to no avail - Jungkook hadn’t reacted at all. Still, he at least seemed interested in the game, much as he once was.

“I’ll be home late today,” you said, biting back both the frustration and the overwhelming sense of worry that bubbled up over the newfound situation. “I… I am on my way to Incheon to pick up Jung-Hyun-oppa right now.”

You had considered telling Jungkook immediately of your father’s “incident” that apparently was dire enough for hospitalization, but thought better of it. He had enough on his plate already. Despite this being one of your worst nightmares come true, you didn’t have to make it worse by subjecting Jungkook to that same nightmare.

“Jung-Hyun?” You could practically sense Jungkook stiffening through the line. “He’s here?”

“He is,” you said intelligently, in lack of a better response.

“Is he staying with us?”

It was odd, how it warmed inside your chest at the way Jungkook had said “us”. It was odd, how you would have given him a harsh retort, or perhaps snorted and made a sharp joke in response just over a month ago.

It was odd, how your heart was aching with longing for someone you knew you would do best to stay away from. If not for you, at least for him.

He had a life to return to. He was returning to that.

“I don’t know,” you answered, scratching the side of your nose. “But you’ll have to eat dinner on your own, probably.”

“I’ll wait.”

You smiled a little, glad that Jungkook couldn’t see your expression. “Suit yourself,” you said as casually as you could.

You heard him snort lightly. “Tell him I said hi,” he said.

“Don’t you want to meet him?” you asked with a frown. “At least for a moment.”

“As much as I do,” he said cryptically, “I don’t think it’s a good idea. Not right now, at least.”

“How come?”

“I need to make sure I don’t do or say something… rashly."

Your frown deepened. “About what?”

He paused, and you sensed hesitance in the silence before his reply. “Your marriage,” he then said bluntly. “Among else.”

You almost dropped your phone, inhaling sharply at Jungkook’s words. Jong-Yeol gave you a concerned look, which you did your outmost to try and ignore.

“Jungkook,” you started.

“Don’t, please. I already know what you’re going to say. And it’s not about… you and me, so don’t even go there. I’m merely going to be the best kind of friend - and future brother-in-law - that I can be.”

Your jaw slackened. You hadn’t given a single thought about how you and Jungkook’s relationship would change with the marriage. Too busy focusing on the practically forced union whatsoever, the fact that Jungkook would become family, your brother , was… inconceivable, to say the least.

“I mean, it isn’t every day that someone I know gets married. Least of all my brother.”

“Why the wait then?” you found yourself asking.

He didn’t respond for a long while. You merely sat there in the back of the latest Audi model, cursing your quick tongue yet admittedly waiting, expecting… something.

“Don’t worry about it,” said Jungkook finally. “I’ll see you later.”

“Okay,” you said in forfeit, despite knowing both of you had done well over stepped across the hazy boundaries of you and his relationship. “Bye.”

“Yeah.”

Jungkook hung up before you, and you lowered your phone to your lap. You needed to get your feelings in order, and you needed to do that before reaching Incheon. You were tired after the day, but the frantic beating of your heart pumped fresh adrenaline into your system.

Adrenaline, which was caused by the nerve-wracking prospect of meeting your new fiancé, and in the backdrop of your father’s incident and Jungkook’s reluctance.

Jeon Jung-Hyun. The age difference notwithstanding, you and he had never once been particularly close. Jung-Hyun had always kept his distance from the rest of his family - and thanks to Jungkook’s explanation, you now knew why - meaning you rarely saw him anymore than once a year while growing up, namely during Chuseok or the Chinese New Year. In fact, the last you had heard or seen from him was at least five, six years ago, after which he left for Harvard and then directly to the military. Consequently, and if your memory served you correctly, this meant that Jung-Hyun hadn’t seen you since you were around fourteen.

And of course, you couldn’t forget the most important part - you two were engaged, or to be engaged. You weren’t sure whether he knew about the grand plan of your inheritance or not.

But oh well, did it even matter by now?

So, to say that it was a nervous two hours and a half journey to Incheon airport would have been a grave understatement. You were frantic, and almost as jumpy as you had been on your ride to the hospital the night of Jungkook’s accident. Without the protection of your jacket, your hand would have ended up scratching up the skin on your arm by the time you spotted the grand airport.

Forty minutes - and a call and a hectic search - later, Jong-Yeol drove up to one of the many entrances and exits available for non-commercial use. You gazed out of the tinted car window, but couldn’t see any familiar figures in the flood of people passing in and out of the automatic doors. You were just about to call when Jong-Yeol pointed someone out.

“Over there,” he said, “inside the smoking booth to the left of the exit doors. Do you see him?”

You took off your seatbelt to lean forward into the space left between the two front seats, leaning your weight onto the compartment connecting them. “Where?” you asked as you surveyed the area.

Jong-Yeol gestured toward a smoking booth where a handful of people stood inside. “There. The tall one, in leather jacket.”

Your eyes narrowed as you found and scrutinized the figure. You couldn’t see his face, at least not from your angle. “I don’t know if that’s him… has he always been that broad-shouldered?”

“The military can do wonders to bodies,” said Jong-Yeol dryly. “Try calling him.”

“Okay.”

Setting your phone on speakers, you regarded the person intently from where you were, the monotonous dialing tone filling the silence of the car. The figure in the smoking booth shifted his weight from side to side on the second peep , and you watched him exit the booth after first extinguishing his cigarette. He wore a worn backpack slung over his left shoulder, and readjusted his grip of his additionally burdened suitcase before he uncovered his phone and held it up to his right ear.

“Hello?” It was the same stiff, somber voice as before.

“We’re here,” you said, leaning back into your seat. “In the black Audi to your right.”

He had been gazing in another direction, but now turned as he had been instructed. You couldn’t really discern any significant features from that distance, but your heart jumped a little at how a pair of eyes incredibly similar to Jungkook’s surveyed the car.

“You’re looking right at it,” you said, hoping you sounded encouraging and… well, normal.

“Alright.” His mouth moved. “I’ll be right there."

The guy started walking toward the car, and you nodded to Jong-Yeol, who went out to meet him and help him with his luggage. You should have probably went out to meet him as well, but you had reached a point of anxiousness in where you couldn’t even look in his direction anymore. Instead, you stared out of the window on your side of the rear passenger seats. With your hands balling into tight fists, you listened to the thuds of luggage moving into the trunk, accompanied by the muffled voices of Jong-Yeol and the owner of the stiff voice. It took longer than expected as the thuds faded but their muffled voices did not, but then again, Jong-Yeol had always preferred the older of the brothers.

Then, finally, the left door to the rear passenger seats opened.

It was with an easy sigh that someone slumped down onto the seat. The smell of outside, leather and travel, mixed with a foreign combination of expensive cologne and smoke wafted to your nose. You wrinkled it. Then, forcing a smile to your lips, you tore your eyes away from the darkening spring sky and glanced to your left.

Jung-Hyun had a facial structure that appeared more mature, masculine than his baby brother, with a broad jaw and just as large, but much straighter nose. His cheeks had since long lost the purity and roundness of childhood, and his naturally thin lips, which were set in a straight line, signaled the loss of the naivety and overconfidence of adolescence. Jung-Hyun’s cropped, black hair was unstyled, and a light stubble shadowed the area around his mouth, toward his ears. But despite not having seen him for years, there was a strong sense of familiarity to his features. Anyone, with but one look, could see that Jungkook and him were close relatives. It was particularly noticeable in the way their eyes were set and the color that they were.

They almost reminded you too much of Jungkook.

“Jung-Hyun-oppa,” you said, probably overly cheerily. “Long time, no see.”

In contrast with both pre-amnesic and post-amnesic Jungkook, Jung-Hyun glanced at you without much emotion at all. There was not a single drop of friendliness, or hostility. His brown eyes were much more analytical than his brother’s, however, and there was an evident moment of scrutiny from his side, where he regarded you from head to toe. It went on for so long, you started feeling self-conscious, as if your casualwear and regular hairstyle and makeup somehow wasn’t worthy Jung-Hyun’s presence. It was outrageous, you knew. But you couldn’t remember the last time you had felt as unsure as you were just then.

“(Y/N),” he said finally, his somber, stiff voice balancing at the very edge of politeness. “It’s been a while.”

You opened your mouth to respond when Jong-Yeol abruptly entered the driver’s seat, cutting you off. Resisting your urge to scratch your arm, you waited until Jong-Yeol had turned on the radio before you refocused on Jung-Hyun.

His eyes hadn’t moved even a centimetre from yours during that small but significant span.

“I hope you didn’t have to wait for very long,” you said as you shifted in your seat. The Audi wasn’t a humongous city jeep or some sort of big car like that. It was slender, built for style and luxury, and so, the proximity to Jung-Hyun couldn’t have been farther than an arm’s length. “Do you… have you had dinner yet?"

“Yes.” Jung-Hyun turned away from you, aiming his attention instead toward the passing view of the outside.

You almost let out a breath of relief. “Ah, okay. Do you have a place to stay?”

“I’ve booked a room at a hotel in Jangchung. Jong-Yeol is taking us there right now,” he added before you could probe for further information in order to instruct Jong-Yeol yourself.

“We won’t be there until twenty-two, at least,” you said and, before you could stop yourself, went on. “Though later, if you want to meet Jungkook first.”

As much as you respected Jungkook and acknowledged that the complicated relationship you two had hardly needed more pressure, you felt as if though you owed his brother an opportunity to meet him. In addition to that, Jungkook, with his amnesia, probably didn’t remember much of Jung-Hyun, apart from him having departed for Harvard during one of his flashes of remembrance. But since Jung-Hyun was his family member, perhaps he could aid in reawakening Jungkook’s memories. It wasn’t the kindest thing you could do, but you and Jungkook were on a time leash - and you had already spent a month without much progress in regard to Jungkook’s recovery.

“No.”

Roused from your reverie, you shook your head, your tone incredulous. “Wait, what?”

Jung-Hyun didn’t look at you. “I have a deadline for a vital document this evening.”

He had brought with his backpack into the rear passenger seat, and no sooner had the words left his lips when he, all of a sudden, unpacked a laptop without a particular brand from it. He placed the computer onto his lap and his eyes sank deep into whatever had appeared on screen.

Surprised by his callous reply and following action, you were left wordless. You didn’t pry, however, afraid that you would disturb him in… well, whatever that document might entail. As far as you knew, Jung-Hyun wasn’t employed at a company - or even at all - but that might be because he had been freelancing while overseas. He was probably going to be scouted by Hyundai or even Samsung again, which meant whatever the “document” consisted of, probably was of a huge importance.

Instead, you left the silence where it lay, leaning your head against the rear window as you listened absentmindedly to the familiar, background noise that was Jong-Yeol’s humming and the radio. You closed your eyes, and although it felt as if a mere few seconds had passed, you found yourself roused brusquely by Jong-Yeol, who had parked in front of a tall building with a fountain outside, the name of the hotel branded above its heavy-looking entrance doors.

Jong-Yeol called your name again, then peered in through the opened car door by the driver’s seat, standing firmly with both feet outside. “You’ve drooled,” he said as he spotted you, and tapped himself on his chin.

“I have not,” you blurted, your hand immediately flying up to cover your mouth. Your skin was safely dry.

Jong-Yeol snickered. “Right there. Wipe it off and hurry up. Jung-Hyun’s having a smoke right now, but is leaving right after.”

You glanced to your left, which, sure enough, was empty. “I’ll be right out.”

He nodded and shut the car door as he stepped away from the vehicle, starting toward the rear.

After making sure you hadn’t actually drooled, you unceremoniously freed yourself from your seat. You opened the door on your side of the rear passenger seat, leaning out with your eyes still a bit bleary and with a faint numbness across your right cheek. The cool air of Seoul was unmistakable, as well as the trace of cigarette smoke coming from nearby. The thudding of luggage toward the back of the car attracted your attention, and you began rising - but was interrupted when your pocket vibrated.

The screen of your phone displayed your mother’s name. In addition to that, you spotted on the notification wall one missed a call from Jungkook in addition to two texts from him. It was already 21.59, but you couldn’t spare time to reply to Jungkook. Sleep had done nothing to melt the block of ice that was the concern you had for your father. You weren’t even hungry.

“Mom,” you said loud enough for Jong-Yeol and Jung-Hyun to hear, and then closed yourself inside the car. “How’s dad?” It felt as if though there was glass embedded along the insides of your throat as you gulped, the wave of the motion hurting with every inch it traveled down your windpipe.

“He’s alive and well.”

Your mother’s voice was uncharacteristically mild, which only proved to make the ice block harder. “You’re not lying to me, are you?”

“Of course not,” she said disdainfully, his tone sharpening in an instant. “Don’t be ridiculous, (Y/N). Your father is fine.”

“Can I talk to him?”

“He’s asleep, snoring like only he can.”

You heard an unfamiliar few noises in the background, and furrowed your brows. “You’re still at the hospital.”

“Indeed, we are.”

“What happened?” you demanded.

She sighed. It was a long sigh, bordering on a forceful exhale - and you knew it was bad.

“Your father had a heart attack.”

You inhaled sharply. “And you call that a mere incident?” you asked angrily. “He could have died! Why didn’t you tell me immediately?”

“Don’t be dramatic,” said your mother.

“I do think,” you began indignantly, “that a heart attack warrants me one of the few poor opportunities I might ever have to actually be dramatic. How is he?”

“He’s as fine as one can be after something like that.”

“Mom!” Your eyes widened with shock at the almost nonchalant way she had responded. “This is dad we’re talking about!”

“(Y/N), I--”

“Where did it happen? Are there going to be consequences? What can we--"

“Listen, (Y/N),” she cut off, her voice hardening into iron. “Your father needs someone to lean on right now. I have got to be strong in this situation. Can you understand that?”

“I can,” you said through gritted teeth. “But--”

“Then stop worrying,” interrupted your mother. “It won’t do your father any good.”

“It’s not like I can control my emotions!” you protested.

“Stop yelling into the phone like a little child,” she ordered wearily. “You’re the heiress of Phoenix Inc., a multimillion dollar company with thousands of employees across Asia. Do you realize the weight of your burden?”

Your mother’s choice of word, “burden”, startled you. Though your father, at rare occasions, voiced his displeasure over some business venture gone wrong, your mother never faltered. She had never expressed anything else than utter devotion to the company. Nevertheless, your answer came as rebellious. “Obviously,” you responded.

“Have some reason then, (Y/N), and some dignity and self-control.”

This stoked the furious fire burning in your chest, and you snorted in distaste. If only she - or anyone else in the world, really - knew how much you had honed yourself in the art of self-control, she would have never even considered saying what she just had said. But you swallowed your reignited wrath, knowing you had a duty to fulfill with Jung-Hyun. He had probably finished smoking soon, anyway.

“I’m hanging up,” you said coolly as you managed to rein in a majority of your anger.

“No, you aren’t. Have you met with Jung-Hyun as I told you to?”

“Of course,” you said venomously. You stepped out of the car, desperate for some air - even with the defile of smoke - and slammed the car door after you. You turned away from the curious look you got from Jong-Yeol, as well as the inspection of two familiar-yet-not-familiar, brown eyes.

“Good. That’s good. How is his report faring?”

You leaned against the car with a frown. “‘Report’?” you echoed.

“Yes, report.” She sounded irritated. “Is the line poor?”

“No, I heard you loud and clear,” you replied, still confused. “But why would you ask me to ask him about that?” The furrow between your eyes deepened. “Wait, how even did you know he’s working on something like a report?”

“He--”

Your mother cut herself off, but you heard her voice, muffled, as if though she was holding a hand over the phone or pressing it against some fabric, speak with someone else. It took almost a minute before she returned, her voice now a hundred times softer. It didn’t take a genius to figure out who she had been talking to.

“You’re making me wake your father,” she said. “He’s stirring an awful lot now.”

Though it was obviously meant to spite you, you couldn’t feel even a hint of anger or annoyance. “Sorry,” you said, just as gently as her.

“I’ll have him call you in the morning.”

Sensing the end of the conversation, you nodded. “You can call anytime. I’ll be awake.”

“Don’t be foolish, (Y/N).” Your mother snorted as kindly as one could expect your mother could snort. “I know your schedule. Rest.”

“I--”

“Rest,” she repeated. “And thank you for taking care of Jung-Hyun.”

“Speaking of,” you blurted, impatient, “what were you about to say? You knew about his report because…?”

“I have to make some important calls, (Y/N),” she said in her typical tone. “Ask him instead.”

“But--”

She had already hung up. With an infuriated groan, you practically shoved your phone into your pocket. You were tempted to kick the curb, or perhaps take a swing at the trash can by the fountain, or even yell - but you abstained. The physical health of your body notwithstanding, you couldn’t have your audience of two start to inquire about your mental health.

Because if they did, so would you.

“(Y/N).”

It came from directly behind you, and you hadn’t even heard him approach you. Fortunately, you managed to pull your face into what you hoped was a pleasant guise, even though you whipped about fast enough for anyone to realize your bewilderment. “What?” you yelped rather than said.

This close, you doubtlessly felt how his height allowed him to utterly tower over a majority of females. Jung-Hyun stared down at you. He was inhaling deeply through his cigarette, which, judging by its length, probably was his second or perhaps even third since Jong-Yeol had parked. His brown eyes regarded you for a beat extra, during which he slowly, almost intentionally slowly, lowered his cigarette and blew out the toxic, gray fumes through the right corner of his mouth. Strangely, you fleetingly noted that you couldn’t smell it as much anymore.

Though you couldn’t discern even a hint of sympathy or concern in Jung-Hyun’s gaze, you could almost sense his brain working, pondering, questioning… something. And that something, you couldn’t wrap your head around no matter how hard you concentrated. It didn’t help that the shape and color of his eyes were so incredibly similar to Jungkook’s, distracting you from truly thinking.

Jung-Hyun tapped the cigarette with his index finger, causing the gray pillar of ash to crumble and catch onto the wind. “You’re angry,” he said in his stiff, somber voice.

“It’s nothing,” you said as you raised a dismissive hand. “I should probably go though. You have your things?”

“I do.”

“And the document you worked on earlier…” You fumbled for half a breath as you struggled for a way to ask him in a non-obtrusive way. “How come mom knew about it?”

Jung-Hyun took another drag of his cigarette, then allowed the smoke to escape, again, through the right corner of his mouth. “It’s meant for her and your father to review.”

Your eyes rounded. “Don’t tell me…”

Jung-Hyun was silent, cigarette in mouth. In fact, he seemed to wait for you to continue, but you couldn’t. You were completely stunned.

“I’ve been offered employment at Phoenix Inc.,” he told you after his odd way of exhaling smoke. “The document was more of a report of my accolades and previous work experience. Along the lines of a CV, though much less formal, since I’ve already been included. It’s more of a way for your parents to see in which department I may put my skills to optimal use.”

“But why our company?” you wondered. “Samsung is a considerably larger fish.”

“You know the reason.”

Jung-Hyun suddenly turned around, seemingly satisfied with concluding the exchange at simply that. He went to grab his stuff, which Jong-Yeol guarded from eventually malicious passersby, but you hurried past him.

Unsatisfied with his dodgy answer, you stopped him by holding up a hand. You grimaced, as the stifling smell of cigarette smoke unexpectedly hit you like a smack in the face, as well as the very faintest of an unfamiliar but definitely male perfume.

“I’m so tired of people making all these grand exits,” you muttered, more to yourself than anyone else. “Now.” You cleared your throat, as you simultaneously tried not to breathe in the smoke from Jung-Hyun’s cigarette. “Explain, please.”

Jung-Hyun didn’t even blink. His tone didn’t change. He barely moved his lips as he replied.

“We’re getting married.”

And with that, he walked past you, took his luggage and headed toward the hotel entrance. It was in that moment you realized two things. Firstly, Jung-Hyun had intentionally approached you and remained in an angle which allowed him breathe out his cigarette smoke in the direction of the wind, thus carrying the smoke away from you. Secondly, you had actually met someone whose emotional state was more difficult to read than Yoongi or even Jungkook. Who would have thought, that it would be someone as close to your life as Jungkook’s older brother?

And that in this twist of fate that was Jungkook’s accident, that you would have to marry said brother?

Ah. Destiny - and the universe - had absolutely no mercy on you.

#MCAF #Ao3 #Wrienne #bts fic #bts x reader #bts fanfiction #bts jungkook

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5 with Rubber Soul where reader is dating Rubber Soul and they can't sleep so Rubber Soul helps them?

Rubber Soul x Reader

5. “I couldn’t sleep”

You had officially given up at two am.

Your body felt sluggish and heavy, a stinging weight pressing down on your eyelids as they clenched tight in frustration. Despite having gone to bed hours ago, you haven’t yet been able to actually fall asleep, and you couldn’t pinpoint the reason as to why. The room was kept cool and dark, everything clean and put away by the time you decided you were ready for bed. You hadn’t done or consumed anything that should have kept have you awake, and yet you simply remained walleyed within the dark confines of your room, exhausted but unable to alleviate the symptoms.

Lying here had long since grown uncomfortable, your body sore from each position you curled into, but the idea of actually getting up from the bed seemed far worse in comparison. The deprivation left your limbs feeling heavy and dense, and irritation was quickly overlapping with the ringing in your ears.

Frustrated with yourself, you rolled over and blindly patted the surface of your bedside table, almost knocking over a half-full cup of water in the search for your phone. If you couldn’t fall asleep then at least you could distract yourself in some way, the boredom was by far the worst thing that drove your irritation in the matter.

Although it was very late into the evening, technically very early into the morning, you knew that more likely then not that your boyfriend would still be awake. He didn’t have issues falling asleep as far as he told you, he simply liked the nightlife and ability to revile in it on his own time. He had no set schedule he followed, his responsibilities unknown and undiscussed between you two, so he often appeared to quite literally pop up at random from time to time whenever it suited him.

Surely he wouldn’t mind if you do the same just this once.

You clicked on his contact and pressed the phone receiver to your ear, listening the ring of the dial for a few moments before it suddenly beeped off. A quick glance at your screen showed that the call had been rejected. Perplexed, you made to call again before a text notification popped up under your boyfriends name, only saying “1 sec.”

You waited a moment, fully expecting the call but still startled by the sudden blaring of your ringtone amidst the enveloping silence of the room, dropping your phone on your chest in a momentary panic. Scrambling to retrieve it, you accepted the call and quickly put the phone to your ear.

“Hello?”

“Well hey there,” your boyfriends amused voice boomed over the line, almost inaudible over the steady hum of music and voices, “hold on just a sec, I’m almost outside.”

You made to apologize for interrupting his fun but you heard the distinct sounds of heavy movement as the music grew fainter in the background, despite being on a call with you he most likely had the phone away from his ear as he pushed his way out of the club and onto the streets,

“Alright, I’m outside,” he started speaking before the phone was within range, his voice trailing along the speaker in growing volume, “what are you doing up so late?”

“I couldn’t sleep,” you replied, the exhaustion evident in your voice, “-was bored and wanted to talk to you.”

“That so?” You could almost hear the smug expression in his voice. “That’s a coincidence, I was just thinking the same thing.”

“Yeah, sure sounds real boring over at that club,” your deadpan humor brought a snorting laugh from the other line.

“I know, that’s why I left.”

The faint whirling of cars occasionally buzzed over the receiver, the city still very much alive despite the time. Guess you really weren’t the only one that couldn’t sleep. Maybe you should have just gone out or something.

“You know, you sound sexy when you’re tired,” Soul thinks out loud, “you have that whole ‘low seductive’ thing going on, like, my knees are gonna start shaking over here. Really.”

“Bet,” you reply back, “I think if you saw me that’d be the farthest thing on your mind.”

“Well, we’ll see about that, ‘m almost there anyway.”

“Almost where?” You question him. He hums to himself without clarifying, only to suddenly drop the call at the same time something thumps against your window. You jolt back in alarm, almost ready to leap from the bed and make a dash for the door before you see a familiar face crawling through the frame.

“I have a door, you know.” Honestly the sight was a little amusing, at the very least expected from someone like him. “Besides, I’m pretty sure I keep that window locked.”

“Yeah, you do, I’m just really good at this sort of thing.”

You watch as he straightens himself up, the light of the moon illuminating his sharp features. His hair is slicked back and stiff, his clothing flashy and well accessorized. He had obviously planned on a long night out, and yet here he was standing within your bedroom looking like he could just as happy here as he could be at a lively event. He tosses he jacket and shoes towards a dark corner and motions for you to make room for him on your bed.

“So, want to hear about something I overheard near the ladies room down at the Tampico?”

You hum in amusement as you curl your arms around his torso, drinking in the smell of his expensive cologne and the sound of voice as he begins to list of some of the latest gossip he’s picked up on the town. The details of it don’t interest you so much as the experience of being told everything by him, the way he can’t stop himself from laughing at something he deems pathetically unfortunate or the smooth flow of his hand as it absentmindedly caresses your back. He isn’t even bothered by the eventual signs of your exhaustion creeping up on you, just letting himself carry on until you relax fully into him.

#jjba rubber soul #rubber soul x reader #jjba #jojo’s bizarre adventure #jojo's bizarre adventure stardust crusaders #agents of dio #shittys jojo writing

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anxiouslyfred · 2 years

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Connections - Anxceit

Summary: A world of various soulmate connections forming at different ages, The sides need to navigate each having multiple types of soulmate connections and finding each other. Janus and Virgil write letters to each other, unable to connect in other ways until they manage to find each other

Part of an ongoing eventual DRLAMP daily story with each part focusing on one ship

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Janus hadn't received a letter before the notification. They hadn't expected to, granted, but looking at the notification made them distinctly aware that they would have preferred to have received a letter first, even if they couldn't actually know who it was from.

It was their fourth soulmate to learn about, and the second that their parents wouldn't know of. Their school had already been talking about a penpal scheme that Janus had wondered about joining so they would just declare that as the reason for the letters they would be sending. The fact their their birthday was one of the few days when they'd be the one to collect the mail without it being seen as suspicious did make it easier to hide as well.

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5 letters with address stamped on over another were in the mail. Virgil blinked at the pile ey'd been given. Beneath a few birthday cards from relatives and an official looking envelope, there were 5 almost identical letters with eir name stamped.

Curiously ey put the birthday cards to one side, looking between the letters and the official envelope for a few moments before deciding to open the official envelope first.

Dear Mr Virgil Stewart,

This is your notification of a soulmate connection that allows you to send letters to the other party connected to you.

The address to direct your letters to so they can be directed to your soulmate is below along with a list of rules and limitations to what will show in the letters you send. If the other person is older than you any letters they've already sent will have arrived alongside this letter and going forward will be sent straight to you after your name is added to the envelope.

Congratulations on your new soulmate.

Sincerely

Personal Connections Officer

Thomas

It took a moment after reading the letter for Virgil to understand what was happening. Ey had a 4th soulmate and a lot of letters to reply to apparently. Hopefully eir soulmate would understand that ey're younger than them so couldn't reply before now.

Dear Soulmate,

It's my fifteenth birthday and I can only assume that you are not yet fifteen given I received no other letters alongside the notification, so hello. If I'm wrong, then I must be offended that you haven't decided to reach out yet, but I'm well aware of how parents can be regarding soulmates. I hope you are able to reply soon though.

I'm not going to tell my parents about having a soulmate connection with you. It's nothing to do with hiding you and a lot to do with their attempts to interfere with the other connections I have that they know about. I hope you have multiple soulmate connections too. I know it isn't always guaranteed that we will share multiple soulmates but that does seem likely to be the path of fewest disputes.

We might have a few arguments anyway. I've been told plenty of times that I'm deliberately contradictory and overly sarcastic. Apparently that's a personality flaw, although I fail to see why. It merely means the times I mislead someone are often more obvious for people to see than when they themselves do so.

I can't write for much longer but I'll try to get at least one letter sent each week if you don't reply.

From Your Soulmate.

Dear Silent Penpal,

Apparently I need to be speaking up more in class to get the attention. Considering I have a few teachers who deliberately try to ignore me that will be difficult, especially since those are the teachers who have just told my parents I'm not speaking up. Why must the adults of the world do one thing but request we do another when they are the ones responsible for it in the first place?

I'm not sure what else to write to you today, but hope that when you begin replying that will be easier. I'll have something to respond to at least.

Until then, My Hand is in the Air

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Dear My Darling,

I have visited an aquarium today. My parents were being insufferable and they constantly say I should be doing more with my days so I took myself out and decided the aquarium sounded wonderful.

Largely it was a chance to learn some more about the fishes and creatures of the sea, but the one in town also has a section for amphibians. I was hoping that the little frog I've had with me for years could be identified while going around it, but unfortunately, whether due to the incorporeal forms limitations, or simply lack of variety, I was unable to manage this. I do, of course, refer to a soulmate creature, rather than a living pet. Please do not suppose me an irresponsible pet owner who doesn't know the animal they look after due to ignorance.

I don't believe I told you before what the other soulmate connections I have are, but as I've just said, one is an animal, a small frog. The others are a timer counting down, which has a few years left until I meet them, and a ribbon. I've attempted to follow the ribbon numerous times since it formed when I was 13, but sadly am still bereft of meeting any of my soulmates.

Perhaps if we were all fish it would be easier to find each other and form our own little shoal, but then again, the ocean is a very large expanse.

Wistfully, Your Dreamer

…

Dear Stranger,

I wish you were old enough to write back to me. I wish I could find one of my other soulmates without waiting so long. I wish I could finally move out of this house.

Actually that last one will be coming true soon enough. I've been saving for years really. Distrust in my parents has only been growing since I turned 6 and had soulmates explained to me so the moment I understood living on my own would take money I began saving, taking on chores and since I turned 15 part time work when possible to be able to afford my own place. I think I'll have enough by the time I'm 17. Of course that's over a year away now, but it's soon. I have to believe it's soon.

I had an argument with my parents today. Somehow they've figured out I've been saving and are pressuring me to use my money to learn to drive as soon as I turn 16. I stand by that if they want me to do so, then they can pay for the lessons. It isn't like our family is struggling for money.

In fact, if I did know how to drive I'm fairly sure my mum would be trying to come with me every time I left the house, just in case I was going to follow the ribbon around my wrist. Getting away from them has to come first.

I hope wherever you are your family is more supportive of your independence, Dear.

I'll run to you one day,

Your Confidante

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Dear Soulmate,

I've been thing of ways I could tell you enough for us to be able to meet up. We're told from the beginning that letters breaking the terms won't be sent, and while I've definitely tried, those were returned. My parents tried to read them and when they couldn't scolded me for writing swear words or sexually explicit letters to a school penpal which was frankly amusing to listen to.

I believe I should be able to describe areas and let them get through however. I mean the letter about the aquarium trip got through and that did describe an exhibit that seems relatively unique to my town. Most aquariums don't have an area for frogs and other amphibians, did you know?

Perhaps when you are able to reply you can try describing where you live, or landmarks near it so that we can learn how close or far apart we live.

Yours Scheming,

Virgil read each letter immediately after the one above it, smiling at the connection with eir soulmate actually being a way to get to know them. The latest seemed to be written fairly recently too, and ey could just imagine eir soulmate being frustrated to have the letters breaking the restrictions returned to them.

Ey wasn't certain about what to say, even with 5 letters to reply to, but ey would get something on the page.

Dear Soulmate,

I'm not sure that there is anything I'd call a landmark in this town. It's exhaustingly boring. The museum is cool, I guess. It has an Egyptian exhibit with a few actual mummy's in. I always think the entrance is trying to look like an old Roman building with its columns and the shaping of it.

Sorry you've had to wait for me. I'm writing this as soon as I've read all 5 of your letters on my 15th. I do have 3 other soulmates too. One of mine is a timer connection that's got a few years to go still, and another means I can't see purple or green any more. The last one is their name on my wrist which I assumed meant they were male, my mom thought they were female so I'm not sure of anything beyond their name.

I'd be terrified of hurting a soulmate animal. They do better if you look after them, right? It sounds difficult looking after a whole other being. Convincing myself to look after me is difficult enough.

Sorry again you had to wait for me,

Your soulmate

It wasn't the letter ey thought eir soulmate deserved but ey didn't want to write too much, not with eir first letter. Maybe when they know each other better ey can write more. Besides, at least now they both knew each others first initial.

/\/\

No matter how much J had described of their home town, or how much they convinced Virgil to describe neither of them were certain where the other lived, even after years of writing to each other and moving away from their parents. Virgil knew that J had their own place and was working and studying still, as well as that they had met their other soulmates already. In fact J had even met the soulmate of one of their other soulmates according to their last letter.

Ey was grateful to finally be able to share the same.

Hey J,

I met my neighbour yesterday and he'd one of my soulmates too! The name on my wrist actually.

We spent a wonderful evening together and I think you'd really like his intelligence. I was struggling to keep up with some of the rants he went on.

Plus he could keep up with my sarcasm and said it almost reminded him of one of his other soulmates too. I wish I was as lucky as you and he have been over finding my soulmates.

It was just a short note sent off on eir lunch break, and ey didn't entirely expect a reply.

Ey definitely didn't expect to get a note even shorter than eirs the next morning, delivered just before ey left for work which was unusual for eir postman to manage.

V, That sounds like one of mine who had a similar story. Might have found you. If so, see you tonight. J

Virgil wasn't sure if it was good or bad to be found by J because ey'd mentioned Logan, but if that was what had happened, ey couldn't wait to finish work that night.

/\/\

“Janus, I don't see why you were so insistent on coming over but now refuse to come in at all. If you wish to meet Virgil, I'm sure we can wait in my apartment until ey've arrived home and have relaxed for a while.” Ey could hear Logan saying while climbing the stairs, too impatient to wait for the lift.

“I just want to know if ey're mine too, Logan. You know the desire to find your soulmates, just as well as any of us do.” The voice replying was smooth, deliberately calm Virgil thought as ey hastened eir steps.

The pair must have heard em on the stairs then since they fell silent, already watching the stairs when Virgil reached eir floor. “Hello?” Ey asked, tentative, curious.

“Hello, I'm Janus, Are these letters you've written?” The stranger stepped forward, holding out familiar pages covered in eir handwriting.

Some part of Virgil wanted to wrap this oh so familiar and known stranger in a hug immediately, but ey instead just hugged the pages, nodding. “You found me.”

“I did.”

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Dr. Miller - Pt 1

Orthopedic!Joel Miller x afab!Reader || W/C: 3.5k

Summary: You’ve been dealing with a pain in your hip for a few weeks now, and it’s time you visit a specialist to see what’s going on.

Warnings: Reader is able-bodied. No physical descriptions for reader, all neutral (“your thigh”, etc). She/her pronouns for reader. Your occupation is a writer (LOL😙). Reader has a weird hatred for doctor appointments. Slight clothing description, no sizes mentioned. Pet names (darlin, angel, girl). Canon divergent - no outbreak, medical professional AU. You and Joel are literally strangers… like… ya just met today. 18+ MDNI. Inherent power imbalance (doctor-patient relations)….doctor’s office….Lots of teasing/dirty talk...oral (f receiving)…“author chose not to use archive warnings” - I don’t want to say too much!!! But pls note that there is explicit sexual activity occurring!!... proceed with horny caution… Please let me know if I need to add anything up here!

A/N: I was talking to @javierpena-inatacvest about a doctor’s experience I had (IT WAS NOWHERE NEAR INAPPROPRIATE LIKE THIS LMAOO JUST TO CLARIFY), and then we started joking around about if Joel were the doctor that I saw. So, I wrote this👹. Also I must mention!! I wouldn’t have been completely inspired/motivated to write this if it weren’t for @swiftispunk’s gynecologist!Joel Miller series she put out a little while ago!! It’s fucking amazing and yummy, and if you haven’t read that yet, DO IT NOW! 🫶 Alrighty, I love you all, I hope you enjoy xxx

SERIES MASTERLIST || MASTERLIST || NOTIF BLOG

Your appointment with DR. MILLER is coming up! Please arrive 15 minutes prior to your appointment time: 4:00PM.

You got this text yesterday, grumbling to yourself about the fifteen minute early request. Why not just schedule the appointment for 3:45 then? you thought.

Doctor appointments were your least favorite thing on the planet, no matter the reason. So when your hip started giving you trouble these last few weeks, so much so that you began to walk with a limp, you knew you weren’t going to get away with time as your medicine.

You were pretty knowledgeable when it came to your body — that’s what years of not wanting to see medical professionals have trained you for — so with this particular pain, you knew you had to see a specialist. After doing some research to see which doctors took your insurance, you finally settled on a practice just ten minutes from your house.

You arrived at your appointment at exactly 3:45, filling out the preliminary paperwork in less than five minutes leaving you to wait for ten.

Around 4:01, your name was called by one of the nurses, directing you to a room with two chairs, a medical bed, a light screen on the wall to display x-rays, and a computer screen mounted to the wall with a shelf below for the mouse and keyboard. The computer screen was facing away from where you’d be sitting.

You settle yourself into one of the chairs, waiting for the nurse to start his round of questions only for the doctor to ask you the same thing over again.

“Can you confirm your name and date of birth for me?”

“Mhm,” you reply monotonously, stating your information back to him.

“Great, thanks! And what brings you in today?”

“Well, the last few weeks I’ve had this dull pain in my left hip. It hurts in any kind of position I put it into, and I haven’t really done anything out of routine to trigger this,” you explain, still pretty annoyed.

“And do you have pain right now? Can you rate it, 1 to 10?” The nurse asks as he types up your explanation.

“Mm, I’d say about a 6 right now. Though, the pain has gone up to a 10.”

The nurse hums in acknowledgment, clicking a few things on screen before he sets the computer into sleep mode. “Alright, I’ve put everything you told me in your chart. Dr. Miller will be in here shortly to review it over with you and get to the bottom of your pain. I’m sorry you’ve been dealing with this for a few weeks!”

His sweet and validating demeanor is like a slap to the face. He’s just doing his job, while you’re over here being not as sweet for absolutely no reason. You let out a deep sigh before you give the nurse an apologetic smile. “Thank you,” you say sincerely. “I really appreciate your help.”

“Just doing my job,” he responds with a smile, shutting your door softly to give you some privacy while you wait.

Maybe you’ve been a little harsh towards the people in this field. Yeah, you’ve had some shit experiences, and maybe that’s why you’ve always loathed appointments of any kind, but not all of them are that way. Some are simply just doing their job.

A few minutes pass, and a small knock to your door pulls you out of your thoughts.

“Hey, there, I’m Dr. Miller,” the man says, a deep southern drawl blessing your ears.

The moment your eyes drag up to meet the tall man before you, all words and breath are stolen from your lungs.

Oh, fuck.

Dr. Miller is fucking hot.

His eyebrows begin to furrow, staring at you a little longer before saying your name questioningly, followed by a “Right?”

Finally, you break out from your trance, realizing you’re utterly staring. Your eyes go wide, and you realize he’s been holding his hand out for you to shake. “Oh, shit..” you mutter to yourself. “Hi, yes, that’s me- sorry, Dr. Miller-” you ramble, cheeks on fire as you shakily reach for his hand.

A soft chuckle escapes his mouth, and God, your entire body starts to grow hot. “No worries, darlin’,” he smiles. God, his smile. What kind of water does this man drink?

You laugh nervously as your heart lurches in your chest from his name for you. Bedside manner, you think. He probably calls all his patients some kind of nickname. For comforting purposes. Right? You keep quiet, not wanting to let more words slip from your mouth in the case that you embarrass yourself more.

Dr. Miller logs himself into the computer, his eyes squinting at the screen as he reads the notes the nurse left behind.

“Few weeks… dull pain… left hip…” he whispers to himself. “Uh huh,” he says as he finishes reading. “And you’re sure you don’t recall doin’ anythin’ out of your regular routine?”

“No, Dr. Miller, I really can’t,” you grimace, hating that you really don’t know what’s wrong.

As he sits there contemplating, you can physically see the gears turning in his head, and it’s just about the hottest thing you have ever seen. He is just about the hottest thing you’ve ever seen-

“Wait,” he says, the lightbulb shining bright above his head.

“What?” You reply a little too eager for your liking.

“What do you do for work, darlin’?” He asks, scrolling through your chart once more to see if your occupation is on file.

The second he asks the question, you feel your face flush impossibly more, knowing damn well where this conversation is going.

You hesitate before you answer. “...I’m…I’m a writer…” you whisper, a defeated smile weakly plastered across your face.

His eyebrows raise, a silent smug uh huh already bouncing around in your brain.

“And do you, uh… you sit a lot? Don’t ya?” Dr. Miller asks, knowing your answer already.

“I do,” you admit, your hands going up to cover your face, your guilt.

“And I reckon you forget to take them breaks? Stretch out your body a bit, huh?” Dr. Miller has given up hiding his shit-eating grin at this point.

“You reckon right,” you mirror his sentiment.

“Mhm,” he hums. He waits for you to remove your hands from your face and you meet his eyes. When you do, he cocks his head to the side, gesturing to the bed. “Hop up there real quick, I wanna try somethin’.”

“Oh, okay,” you say softly, sitting at the edge of the bed timidly. His hands reach for your shoulders first, guiding you to lay flat on your back. “I’m gonna slide you closer to the edge here, so your legs dangle off. That okay?”

“Yeah,” you squeak out, your breath struggling to make its way to your lungs at the way his ginormous hands ghost the coast of your thigh.

At your confirmation, his hands secure themselves on the underside of your thighs, pulling you to the very edge of the bed, your hips nearly an inch away from being right against his own. You swear he can hear the rapid beat of your heart right now.

“Still alright there?” he asks. So attentive, you think. You catch yourself smirking, immediately placing your hand over your mouth. You give him a muffled mhm in response.

“Let me know if I’m hurtin’ ya at all, okay, darlin’? I’ll stop,” he tells you as he slowly begins guiding your legs open. He spreads your legs into a near butterfly position — you can feel the tightness in your hips slowly start to release. “Deep breath in and out, it relaxes your body more.”

And to your surprise, it does. You take one deep breath in, then out, and you can feel your legs fall even wider, your hip joint completely relaxed and not as tight as it was when you came in.

“Atta girl,” Dr. Miller beams, feeling the stretch. Your heartbeat floats down to the heart between your legs under his praise, and all you wish you could do right now is shut your legs in case of any wetness that’s bound to say hello any minute now because you are fucking soaked. You knew you should’ve worn underwear today, damn it.

He keeps you in this position for a minute, letting your body enjoy the freedom of pain. If he can feel your body beginning to squirm — and not out of any discomfort — he doesn’t say anything. Although he can’t deny the pretty intimate position he’s put you two into. And, you are quite beautiful. He couldn’t help the butterflies in his gut when he first walked in. And seeing you get all flustered with him? It was so damn cute-

“Why the left?” He blurts out, trying to get his thoughts away from the fact that he’s holding you open and can practically smell the arousal radiating from you — nevermind the tiniest hint of your wetness leaking through your sweatpants.

You track your eyes to his. His gaze was somewhere else before he met yours. “Huh?” You ask, too distracted to register his sudden question.

“You, uh- you say you write. And you sit. A lot. How are you sittin’ that it’s only your left buggin’ ya?”

“Oh,” you sigh. “Yeah… I probably don’t sit in very good positions…” you admit. His eyebrow quirks. You explain more. “…I sit…with my left leg propped up-”

“Jesus,” Joel cuts you off with a headshake. “Well, I mean. You’re pretty flexible,” he says as he, without thinking, squeezes your thigh. “Maybe you oughta incorporate yoga or somethin’ throughout your day,” he suggests.

The tiniest of gasps leave your throat at the sensation. “Yeah, maybe,” you reply breathily.

“Y’know what, let’s try one more thing, alright? How you feelin’, you okay still, darlin’?”

“I’m good, Dr. Miller,” you reply honestly, your head feeling like it’s floating already the longer you stay in his presence and his touch.

He smiles at you, his eyes warm with a hint of something else you can’t — or shouldn’t — pinpoint. He places both hands on your left thigh, one on the outside and one on the inside. “Alright, I’m gonna pull your thigh over your right one. Try ‘n keep your back flat on the bed. I wanna see how this stretch makes you feel. Again, darlin’, let me know if I’m hurtin’ ya.”

The second your thigh crosses over, a shameless moan leaves your throat — your legs crossing did absolutely nothing to ease your aching center, only stimulating the smallest but sweetest amount of friction to get you to break. “Fuck-” you gasp, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry- that was loud-”

You glance at Dr. Miller. He’s already looking at you, a pained look on his face. He’s tense. The grip he has on your thigh is tightening, but you don’t say anything. You don’t want to. “You don’t need to apologize for that, angel,” he coos. “It’s such a relief when you finally get that release, huh?”

“Ye- yeah,” you manage, your voice barely a whisper, your eyes transfixed on the way his hands look on your body. He’s guiding you back into your first position, the one that opens you for him.

“Yeah,” he repeats. “Ya just needed to be opened up a bit. Ain’t that right, angel?” He asks, hands fixed on the inside of both your thighs, dangerously close to where you desperately need him.

Your breathing is heavy, heart running a mile a minute. “Dr. Miller,” you whine. “Please,” your eyebrows furrow, eyelids fluttering shut on the high your body is giving you.

One of his hands scoot closer in, his thumb slowly starts to caress the outer part of your pussy. “What‘s wrong, darlin’? Are ya in pain now?”

“Mhm,” you whimper, hips bucking into his hold.

“Where, baby? Tell me where, let me fix it for you,” he says in a baby, almost mockful tone. You’re too fucking turned on to analyze how he’s speaking to you. All you know is that you need his fingers, his tongue, his cock — something, to fuck you right now.

You buck your hips once more, wordlessly showing him where. That won’t do for Dr. Miller. “Need to hear ya, angel,” he says, a mix of comfort yet stern in his voice.

“F-fuck-” you let out. You are not about to beg your doctor to touch you right now. That is wrong on so many levels. Especially for him. He could lose his license, his entire career, his-

“Touch me, Dr. Miller, please,” you whisper desperately, not wanting to be too loud in case anyone passes by.

A satisfied grin spreads between his cheeks. He taps your hip once, and you lift up, letting his fingers hook themselves in the hem to slide them off you. He whistles lowly at the sight, his head softly shaking in disbelief. “God damn, angel. This messy for me, baby?”

You nod your head rapidly, soft mewls of an affirmative leave your throat.

Dr. Miller pulls the rolling chair underneath himself and he sits, lining his face right up against your sex. His hands are fixed on the outsides of your thighs, keeping you open for him. He leans in and breathes deeply. His lip twitches. His eyes are on yours again, dark, pleading. “Tell me to stop,” he mutters.

“What?” you ask, dizzy at the notion that this man — your doctor — that you just met is mere centimeters away from your sex.

“Tell me to stop,” he nearly demands.

You shift your hips, bringing yourself closer to his mouth.

“No.”

“Fuckin’ christ, girl,” he snarls.

His fingers dig into your thighs, his face diving right into your core. He licks the entirety of you with the flat of his tongue, the slick building between your folds causing his eyes to fly back.

You’re no better as your hand flies to your mouth, biting into your flesh to stop yourself from moaning out. He can feel your body writhe in his grasp, your hips utterly begging to grind against his scruffy face and hooked nose.

Your fast-paced breathy whimpers mixed with the sounds of Dr. Miller’s slurping are all what consumes the room — consuming him, consuming you.

His tongue massages around your entrance before he finally pushes himself in, his nose pushing against your pulsing clit.

“Oh, Dr. Miller, yes-” you gasp out, particularly loud, at the action. You fully slap your hand over your mouth this time, immediately muffling the uncontrollable lewdness spilling from your mouth.

Dr. Miller reluctantly pulls his tongue from you and wraps his mouth around your bud, sucking and swirling his tongue against every sweet spot of yours, nearly yanking you to your mind-blowing high. One hand leaves your thigh and makes its way to you. He rubs his middle and ring finger in your arousal before he pushes his fingers inside of you, pumping at the same pace his tongue works your clit, and that’s what does it.

“Fuckfuckfuck-!” You scream out into your hand, biting into your palm with a sheer force you know your hand will suffer the consequences from later. He groans into your cunt, his vibrations sending further tingles up your spine. Your hips buck into Dr. Miller’s face once more, drawing out the pure ecstasy you never knew existed.

Dr. Miller’s head finally lifts off you, a blissed look written all over his shiny face. His fingers come to a halt and find their way into his mouth; Dr. Miller is very thorough in making sure he doesn’t waste a drop.

The action sends you clenching on nothing, and Dr. Miller’s knees damn near buckle at the sight.

He checks the clock on his watch, and he’s still on track with his timing. His hands mindlessly reach for his pants, but he pauses as he finally realizes what the fuck he’s just done and actually doing right now.

You notice his hesitancy, and you know it’s probably the more rational decision to just stop right here. To stop this from going any further. To let this appointment come to an end, go home, and search for a new doctor. But when your eyes drag down to the tenting fabric of his scrubs, all rational thought fades from your brain.

“Dr. Miller,” you whisper, bringing his attention back to you. You let your legs fall impossibly wider, allowing him the space to slot his broad body between your thighs. And just like that, his hunger is back.

He pulls his pants just enough to free himself, and holy fuck, is he huge. Thick and uncut, a slight lean to the right, and your mouth fucking drools. “Good god, you’re fucking huge,” you laugh nervously, your face hotter than the depths of hell.

He pumps his length once, a smirk forming at your comment as he makes his way to you. He lets it rest against your drenched folds, advancings his hips softly. His tip catches at your clit, your heart skipping a beat at the sensation. “Yeah?” Dr. Miller asks. “You nervous, angel?”

You look away from him, bashful at the question. “A little,” you admit.

His hand reaches for your face, his thumb and pointer finger grabbing on your chin to make you look at him. “It’ll fit, angel,” he reassures.

“You sure?”

“We’ll make it fit,” he tells you.

Withdrawing himself all the way back, he guides his tip to your entrance, settling his fingers to your clit, pulling more wetness from you to make this as easy as possible.

Steadily, Dr. Miller begins to push in, and right away, the stretch stings, a pained groan falls from your lips. He stops, his hands on your cheeks immediately.

“You okay?” he grunts, trying his best to stay composed at how tight you are with him barely inside you.

You open your mouth to answer, but something else — someone else beats you.

“Dr. Miller,” a nurse talks through the door, two knocks preceding their words. “Everything okay in there? Your next appointment just arrived.”

Calm and collected, like the head of his cock is not inside of you right now, he responds. “Just finishin’ up,” he calls out. “Gimme a minute.”

Both of you remain completely still, waiting to hear the footsteps walk away. After a beat, both of you release a heavy breath neither of you realize were holding.

Dr. Miller looks at you apologetically, both of you wincing as he pulls out of you. He pulls his pants back up in an awkwardly charged silence, tucking his shirt back in before he picks up your sweats off the ground and helps you back into them.

Without another word, he starts for the door.

“Dr. Miller…” you trail off, nervous.

He freezes, turning his body to you, but not meeting your face. He knows if he looks into those eyes, no one will be able to pull him from this room. “I’ve gotta get to my next patient, darlin’,” he tells you. “I’m sorry.”

The door clicks, and you’re all alone, the tears threatening to fall at the whiplash of emotional highs. You hear another soft knock, so you wipe your eyes away, your wishful thinking hoping that you don’t look as wrecked as you feel.

The nurse who took the intake questions opens the door. “You’re all set,” he says with a smile.

“Thank you,” you say as you gather your things.

Before you can reach the exit, a woman calls out for you. “Oh, wait up! Did Dr. Miller say when he wants to see you next?”

“Oh, um…” you pretend to recall. You two were a little too occupied with other things to get to that part of the appointment.

“No, he didn’t- I don’t think- I, um, I can’t remember,” you stammer, the flow of your beating heart roaring in your ears.

“That’s no worries at all, honey. You’re good to go, then, I’ll talk with Dr. Miller, and we’ll get scheduling to call you back, okay? Have a wonderful rest of your evening,” she tells you.

As soon as you get home, you plop into your bed, eyes stinging, pussy pulsing and wet, your heart full of every emotion under the sun.

You’re unsure of what to do or how to feel now, but one thing is for sure.

You need to see him again.

“Dr. Miller,” his nurse calls.

“Yeah, Dee, what’s up?”

“Your 4 o’ clock-” Dee repeats your name from the patient chart she’s looking at. “When did you wanna see her again?”

“Oh, uh-”

She speaks once more, her eyes fixed on the paperwork before her. “Her problems sound like a chiro’s issue, don’t they? Why don’t I just send a referral-”

“No,” he cuts off, a little too much power to his voice. He clears his throat. “Sorry- uh, I mean- no as in, I’ll treat her. She mentioned somethin’ else that seems more complex for one of them chiros, no offense to them. I just wanna check one more thing before I can diagnose and create a plan,” he explains.

“Okay,” she says without rebuttal. “When should we schedule her?”

“As soon as possible.”

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