#they cross eyes with bbh

[truly-deceitful]

once you enter the qsmp there's no way out

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[eomayas]

closure • bbh

pairing: toxic exbf!baekhyun x exgf!reader, toxic relationship, exes to fwb (?)

genre: SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI!!!!! angst

synopsis: reader sees her ex boyfriend looking to get closure and gets something else

warnings: pwp, p in v, riding, swearing, mild breeding, fingering, dirty talk, name calling (baekhyun calls you his ‘little slut’), baekhyun is a meanie

an unimpressed expression overtakes his features as you ramble on, intertwining your fingers nervously. baekhyun licks his lips and let’s out a heavy sigh through his nose, causing your eyes to flick up towards him. this is boring him.

“i just want closure,” you say finally, dropping your hands into your lap and sitting up straight. you look over at him to see the left corner of his mouth drag upwards. baekhyun licks his lips and shakes his head slightly, looking over at you boredly.

“yeah? you want closure?” he asks mockingingly, a devilish grin on his face. you huff and cross your arms over your chest at his dismissal. why he even showed up, if he was just going to make fun of you, doesn’t make sense but you don’t say anything. rather, you start rambling again, not leaving him enough room to interject.

you trail off when you hear his seat lean back and the zipper of his jacket being pulled down. “and i just feel like you never listened to me…” you look over at him with furrowed eyebrows. his chair lies flat and he tosses his jacket into the backseat. his fingers pull at the strings of his sweats and your lips part “what are you doing?”

“you want closure, right?” he asks, and you nod hesitantly. baekhyun gestures at his crotch, practically saying come get it, and you scoff, your face and neck heating up.

“you’re an ass,” you mutter, looking away from him. baekhyun shrugs and eyes you, looking you up and down and taking in your appearance: short-shorts and a loose crop top.

he clicks his tongue and rolls his head to the side to look at you. “last time you wore those, i blew your back out,” his eyes linger on your thighs and you cross your legs instinctively. “so if you want ‘closure’, i’ll give it to you.” you rest your chin on your knuckles and look out his car window, biting the inside of your cheek.

it’s pathetic how you quickly you succumb and crawl on top of him. you’ll regret it later but right now you have one goal in mind, and you’re going to achieve it.

you settle yourself on top of baekhyun and sigh, resting your hands flat against his chest. “you just gonna sit there?” he asks, running his hands up and down your thighs. you bite your bottom lip and look around through the windows. “i have tinted windows, y/n.” baekhyun says, and you can tell you’re testing his patience.

you don’t say anything, just lift your hips up and pull your shorts off. baekhyun pulls down his sweats only, letting them pool around his ankles. not many words are exchanged as he pushes your panties to the side and drags two fingers up your slit. bakehyun dips his fingers into your entrance and you let out a sigh as your gummy walls swallow up his fingers. he pumps his fingers in and out of you, focusing his eyes on your face and the expressions you make. you respond to him so well, but he also knows your body like no other, regardless of how much time has passed between the two of you.

“baek,” you whine, slowly moving yourself up and down on his fingers. he shakes his head at your desperation, but let’s you fuck yourself on his fingers.

“you missed me, huh,” he mutters, pressing on your clit with his thumb. you bite your bottom lip and let out a moan that serves as your answer. hell, the way you’re clenching around his fingers is enough confirmation for him. “still my little slut, huh?” baekhyun teases, a smirk on his face. your face burns with embarrassment, and you evade the question with a squeak of his name. “huh? answer me, y/n.” he says, grabbing your face with his free hand.

you look down at him, mouth agape. breathy pants escape your lips, and as much as you wish you could say ‘no’, you definitely still are. probably always will be, his little slut, that is. if he called you and told you to be on your knees waiting for him, you’d definitely consider it.

“y-yes!” you mewl. baekhyun smiles and slips his thumb into your mouth. you wrap your lips around the appendage and start gently sucking while you keep up bouncing on his fingers like it’s actually his dick.

“still a good girl too. if you wanted to get fucked, all you had to do was call,” baekhyun says, starting to pump his fingers again. you whine, your words muffled by his thumb that he doesn’t move to pull out of your mouth. that feeling builds in the pit of your stomach and you halt your movements to let baekhyun put in the work instead. he keeps his thumb in your mouth as he works his ministrations on you, getting you to your climax.

you fall apart on top of him, holding onto the door to keep your body upright as you call out his name. baekhyun pulls his fingers out of you and sticks them in his mouth, sucking your arousal off. it’s way too initimate, though you don’t say anything; you just keep panting above him as you try to regain your breath.

baekhyun doesn’t give you much time to collect yourself and yanks you upwards so he can pull down his boxers and let his semi hard dick free. he holds you against his chest with one arm while the other strokes his member a few times. “cmon, y/n,” he grumbles, guiding your body to position over his dick.

you huff and brush hair out of your face before lowering yourself onto him. he should be the one doing all of the work. “just like that,” he encourages once you start to find a decent rhythm. you hold onto the headrest for support, your chest pressing flat against his. baekhyuns hands grip onto your ass cheeks and he pulls you up and down on him, his pace much faster than youre capable.

“b-baek! wait,” you cry, the feeling in your legs disappearing due to their weakness from his pace, the stretch, and your previous actions on his fingers. “shit!” you mumble when he moves his hands to your hips instead.

“you’re telling me you can’t take it?” he asks breathlessly, sliding a hand up your shirt. you ignore him and focus on rolling your hips. “it hasn’t even been that long. i bet you missed this dick, huh?” you roll your eyes, fed up with his mocking, and cover his mouth with one of your hands. you briefly consider sitting on it, but given that you’re in his car it would not be comfortable.

baekhyun furrows his eyebrows and pulls your hand away, trying to bite your fingers when you try to hold your hand down. “get in the backseat,” he says, all but pushing you off of him. he bites back a moan when you slide off of him, taking a string of arousal with you. he can’t help but stare at the mess you’ve already created, not necessarily giving a shit that it may ruin his seats.

you ungracefully climb into the back, laying down on the seats and spreading your legs for him. baekhyun is right behind you after adjusting his seat so he can give the both of you ample room. “desperate,” he chuckles, slipping inside of you quickly. he hovers over you and the necklace he wears dangles over your face, swinging back and forth every time he rocks into you. “all you wanted was to fuck. you dont want fucking closure.” he grunts and you cry out his name, putting a hand on the back of his neck and pulling him down to you so you can kiss his neck.

he pounds into you, his pace not super fast so you can feel everything, likes he’s trying to remind you what you’ve been missing since you called your relationship off. and yes, maybe you wanted to fuck him and needed an excuse, but you truly did want closure for the way he started treating you in your relationship. you don’t know if you’ll ever get it—not if every time you try to speak to him it ends up with your ankles by his ears.

“baekhyun!” you cry as his thrusts become erratic. you’re close, and can tell that he is too with the way he ruts into you. “i-i’m cl-close!” you hold onto his arms to anchor yourself to something, and you can’t prove it, but you feel like he flexes on purpose. it could be a coincidence, since he’s holding himself up, but knowing him it’s most likely the former.

“fuck, m-me too,” he pants, moving as much as he can to angle himself differently. he prods at your g spot and your eyes roll back, nails digging into the skin on his biceps. “i missed this. ‘m gonna fill you up.” you mouth falls open and you clench around him in response, making him choke out a moan.

it’s not long until you both finish and he comes inside you like he said he would. he fucks his come back into you, marking you, claiming you as his though how could you really be anybody else’s? when baekhyun pulls out of you, you whimper at the loss of contact and the emptiness. “i’m not going anywhere,” he says, leaning over the middle console to grab napkins from the glove box.

he comes back and cleans himself off and then you. baekhyun pulls his boxers back on and rests against the back seat as you lean over in search of your shorts. baekhyun can’t help himself when he slaps your ass, rubbing the spot and doing it again. “baekhyun!” you reprimand, falling back into the backseat, shorts in your hand. “stop that.” you say, slipping your pants on, avoiding his gaze.

you two sit in silence, your arms crossed over your exposed midriff and your eyes gazing out the window. you can feel his eyes on you, which is why you’re actively avoiding him but not quite asking him to take you back home. “i miss you,” he says softly. you snort and turn to look at him, not really believing his words. “i’m serious.” baekhyun adds, a slight pout overtaking his lips.

“we just fucked in the back of your car, of course you miss me,” you say, shaking your head at him.

“fuck, y/n, why are you always like this? how are you going to tell me how i feel?” he scoffs, glaring over at you.

“because i know you! you won’t give a shit in a few days, and that’s fine, but don’t pretend like these are honest feelings,” you say, rubbing your forehead. “you miss our sex, sure, but you don’t miss me.” baekhyun sighs and rolls his eyes, mumbling ‘whatever’ before jumping over the seats and getting into the drivers spot again. he pulls on his sweats and starts the car, glancing at you in the rear view mirror.

“get up here. don’t be weird,” he grumbles, letting the car idle until you crawl back into the passenger seat. “next time you want to fuck, just say that.” baekhyun glances at you and you ignore him again, resting your elbow on the window and staring forward.

baekhyun rounds the corner to your apartment building and pulls in front of the entrance. you slip your feet back into your sandals and get out, slipping your phone and keys into the waistband of your shorts. “did you get your closure?” he asks before you shut the door.

“fuck off,” you say, slamming the door and heading back inside. baekhyun laughs to himself and speeds off, feeling very satisfied with himself. it’s why he texts you three days later at 9pm and asks ‘wyd’, and you don’t hesitate to drop your pin.

#exo imagines #exo scenarios #exo x reader #exo x you #exo smut #baekhyun imagine #baekhyun x you #baekhyun fic #baekhyun scenario #baekhyun oneshot #baekhyun x reader #baekhyun fanfic #baekhyun smut

[icequeenbae]

You Bet Your Ass (m) | BBH

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Established Relationship, PWP, slice of life, fluff, smut

Warnings: explicit content, unprotected sex, anal (m receiving while being a drama queen about it), sex toys (picture fluffy tail butt plugs)

Word Count: ~3.6k

Summary: Baekhyun realizes that betting his ass for a petty argument with his partner was moronic. He is a man of his word though. He will follow through.

© Please do not copy/ post on other platforms without permission.

Author’s note: Yay, it’s time to celebrate another milestone!! Thank you guys for joining me on this wild ride haha I hope you enjoy this little somethin’ bbhorny times detected lmao This would be a little different rip Baek's ass but I just wrote that on a whim in a couple of days and thought it’s great for the occasion. Let me know if you enjoyed it!

Tags: @k-vanity  @exo-writers-net @bbh-net @superm-net

Baekhyun’s eyes were rounder than the moon when he realized that he was wrong.

You were having a very out of the blue argument just the other day, and the fatal words had escaped his mouth.

‘Can you bet your ass that you’re right?’

It wasn’t even a real issue to fight about. The reason you got so fired up over nothing was alcohol, of all things. Neither one of you was willing to let it go and leave the other one having the last word, so...

Baekhyun fucked up.

‘When we confirm that I’m right, I’ll shove the fluffiest puppy dog tail butt plug up your ass and have you call me master.’

Baekhyun royally fucked up.

‘Might clamp your cute little nipples too.’

Baekhyun dug his own grave.

‘Or I will shove it up yours and have you eat your words.’ You simply rolled your eyes at him then, and to a clueless spectator it could seem like you’d forget about this petty argument by tomorrow.

But there you were the next day, standing right in front of your bed and drilling Baekhyun’s bloodless face with your eyes.

‘I told you it wasn't Bugatti. It’s number two on the list.’

Baekhyun was almost glad that you enunciated that, because he couldn’t see the screen in front of him. He stayed still for a bit, as if his soul had fled from his body, leaving him behind as a lifeless shell. His head was a vacuum, and his usually quick-witted mind was failing him at this crucial point of his existence. A few more moments passed before he slowly looked up at you, like a bashful child.

‘Heh,’ he laughed awkwardly, and you only offered him a perfunctory smile. ‘Rolls-Royce Boat Tail is more expensive? It seems like I’ve- made a mistake?’

‘You were totally wrong.’ You responded mercilessly, making him shudder.

‘Babe-’

‘Oh no. Forget it.’ You raised your palm, cutting him off. ‘I had to listen a-a-all night how ‘fun’ it’s gonna be for you to see me all fluffy-tailed and roughed up.’

‘I said no such thing!’ Baekhyun shrieked, quickly catching himself as you gave him a look. ‘Babe…’

‘Did you not?’ You huffed, crossing your arms on your chest. ‘I assume you also do not recall running your mouth about my nipples?’

Baekhyun licked his lips nervously and swallowed.

He remembered. He remembered how he initiated his own demise. Was he for real? And for such a nonsensical argument too…

Baekhyun dropped on his knees right in front of you, and you almost jumped from the sound of him crashing on the floor so dramatically.

‘Y/N-ie, I was in the wrong.’ He said, hugging your legs. ‘I’m sorry.’

When your ass is on the line, nothing would be beneath you, not even begging, right?

However, this did not faze you at all. You were so used to his antics that it only made you even more determined not to let him off the hook.

‘Oh, but Baekhyunie… What should we do? You’ve already purchased the device for the execution.’

This was the reason why Baekhyun avoided drinking as best he could. He didn’t just get himself into the most ridiculous entanglements, he also acted whimsically on his urges. Say, going to a specialized shop to buy the fluffiest looking tail butt plug and a pair of fluffy ears to match. He went as far as to tell the poor cashier that he was going to put it to very good use.

Well, he didn’t specify on whom.

‘Worry not, my love. I got some nipple clamps and a collar to complete your-’

‘Ba-abe-’ He muttered desperately into your thigh, hugging your hips even tighter. ‘Please, I can’t do it…’

‘Why is that?’ You huffed, although unable to resist the temptation to ruffle his soft blonde hair with your right hand.

‘I just can’t,’ he whined childishly, offering no reasoning.

‘It’s funny how you assumed that I was gonna do it the second we ‘confirm’ that you’re right. And now you’re a groveling mess at a mere thought, and I’m supposed to be the better man?’

Baekhyun knew you were right.

He also knew that if he whined for a bit longer, you would probably leave him be. But your words left a bitter taste in his mouth. He was pretty obnoxious about this when you made the damn bet, and he was the one who initially suggested the punishment. And he was so sure he was right that he didn’t even try for a second to step into the loser’s shoes. He didn’t think it through, and now he had to stand by his word and meet his fate like a man. This was only fair to you. Maybe a little less fair to his butt.

You craned your neck forward to peek when Baekhyun became silent for too long. He did make you kinda angry earlier, you weren’t gonna lie, and you were almost determined to make him suffer for it. But he was still your partner, and you loved him. So, when you noticed that he was getting way too stressed about it, your hand moved smoothly to pet his hair calmingly.

‘Baekhyun-ah…’

‘I’ll do it.’ He said curtly.

His voice sounded small and dispirited, and it took you another second to catch his meaning.

‘Huh?’

This time, he made an effort to sound more confident.

‘I said, I’ll do it.’

~

That exchange took place last week. And he still couldn’t do it.

He made an unenthused attempt on that very day, actually. Made a huge mess on the bed, trying to utilize massage oil to get himself ready. Instead, he simply oiled up all of the sheets, and his entire body, and didn’t manage to get the butt plug anywhere near his ass. He was screeching and wailing and groaning – all that without getting it even 0.1 inch in.

You felt like watching it was worse than just doing it yourself.

‘Babe, just give up. I don’t want you to suffer like this.’

‘No. I said I’ll do it, so I will, I just need to prepare. Shall we reschedule for Saturday?’

He had probably hoped that Saturday would never arrive, but it did. And even then, he had yet to muster the courage to take on his punishment with dignity.

But it’d been an hour, and you were getting tired of watching him huffing and puffing, crying about the injustices of life and his poor asshole. He was buck naked the entire time too.

‘I’m also cold… Why is it so cold in our house? Can’t we afford heating? I should try and earn more money…’

You sighed.

‘Baekhyun, it’s not gonna work.’ You stretched your arms and legs before sitting down next to him. ‘Either quit it or let me do it for you.’

‘You? Do it for me?’ He shook his head. ‘Impossible. I’d like to preserve at least some dig-’

‘Lie flat on your belly. Right now.’ You ordered strictly.

‘Yes, ma’am.’

You smiled at his sudden obedience. He obviously trusted you to help him get it over with, but preferred to be strongarmed into doing this. To preserve some ‘dignity’.

‘Just relax, baby. You’re way too tense.’

Climbing on top of him, you poured some of that massage oil onto his bare back. You ran your palms up along his spine smoothly, and Baekhyun grunted like an old man.

‘God, you are just one giant knot.’ You muttered, putting a little more force into it.

Another muffled grunt escaped his mouth, this time sounding a bit more like a moan.

‘Here, here, grandpa. You can entrust yourself to me. Both your back and your butt.’

He grumbled into the pillow, and you could not make out his words. Instead, you went up his shoulders to knead the back of his neck. This spot was always sore, and he did not surprise you by suddenly going tense and groaning loudly before deflating into a lax mess.

‘You know what, Y/N…’ He mumbled between sighs of contentment. ‘You can fuck me in my ass right now and I won’t object.’

‘That’s the plan,’ you giggled, satisfaction washing over you just from seeing his reaction to your touch.

Of course, you knew all of his spots, both physical and emotional. It did not take you long to turn him into a whimpering puppy. The only thing missing was the tail.

‘Seriously though,’ Baekhyun spoke up hoarsely. ‘I think I’m getting hard.’

You tugged your shirt off and leaned onto his back, allowing him to feel your half-naked body.

‘Good for you,’ you purred into his ear, chuckling as he squirmed.

Hand snaking under his abdomen, you found yourself squeezing his length.

‘You’re not ‘getting hard’, baby. You are hard,’ you hummed, giving him a couple abrupt pumps before running your oily fingers over his lower stomach. ‘Let’s get you ready.’

Baekhyun whined and hugged his pillow, while you crawled towards the edge of your bed to get the discarded lube. When you shuffled closer to him again, you couldn’t resist slapping his cute round butt.

‘Ouch!’ He yelped just for the sake of it.

‘Don’t be so sensitive, sweetie,’ you mocked him lovingly.

‘You mean!’ He answered sulkily.

‘I am very nice! And I wouldn’t start a quarrel with me if I were you. My finger’s about to be shoved up your ass quite literally.’

He was whinging again, but quickly recollected himself, throwing a blue glove at your face.

‘At least use this.’

‘Are we playing doctor?’ You teased him lightheartedly.

‘Y/N, I’m gonna die. I’m literally dying.’

‘Okay, okay.’ You capitulated, putting the glove on. ‘Drama queen.’

It wasn’t like you were a pro in this either. He was the one who had put you in this position, not that you’d asked to do this. However, you did use the time in between his last attempt to pop his anal cherry and today to gather some helpful information. So, you were intending on using it to your benefit tonight.

‘You will like it more than me, that you can count on,’ you reassured him.

‘I seriously doubt it,’ he grumbled before jumping up. ‘Ah-ah-ah, what are you doing, I’m not ready!’

‘Sorry, I poured too much lube by accident,’ you smiled sheepishly. ‘Lie back down before it gets smeared all over the sheets.’

He kept complaining under his breath but obeyed.

‘Can you like… perk up your butt a little?’ You asked, trying to find a comfortable position to start.

‘No.’ He shot back unapologetically. ‘I’ll die.’

‘Why do you keep dying before anything happens?’ You reproached him. ‘You are such a pussy.’

Baekhyun turned his head around dramatically to glare at you.

‘What?’ You stared back. ‘Did I lie? Am I wrong?’

He turned back to his pillow and slightly repositioned himself, bending his right knee.

‘Good. Arch your back a little too.’ You pressed on his lower back, and he grumbled again.

‘You hate my guts, don’t you?’

‘I love you a million, baby.’ You replied with a smile, barely containing a schoolgirl giggle from locating his asshole. ‘Wow, I didn’t expect you to prepare. How neat.’

‘Shut the fuck up,’ he replied, also laughing despite his embarrassment and frustration.

You traced his butt cheek with your index finger before rubbing his anus lightly.

‘Oh shit-’ He tensed up under the pad of your finger, and cursed again.

Giving him some time to adjust to the light strokes, you kept spreading lube over his sphincter.

‘Are you still dying, hon?’ You inquired. ‘Try to relax.’

‘I can’t believe I’m doing this,’ he gurgled into the pillow he kept holding onto.

‘We can stop if you-’

‘Just get it over with! And then I can proceed and finalize my death.’

‘What an honorable man,’ you noted sarcastically. ‘If you squeeze your butt like that, I won’t be able to do anything.’

He huffed like an intimidating hedgehog, and then sighed, giving up the last of his pride.

‘Okay. Just please don’t rip my ass.’

‘Have you seen the size of this plug? You’ll live.’

As soon as he relaxed enough for you to try something, you probed at his ring of muscles again. Praising him for keeping it more or less slack, you were able to insert one digit.

He was now only communicating in breathy curses, so you added more lubrication before slipping your finger out and inserting it back in just as carefully. It took a while for Baekhyun to get used to it and stop resisting the intrusion, and you were beginning to feel more and more like a doctor performing a procedure on him.

‘You’re doing great, baby. Two fingers in.’

‘Y/N… I can’t do this…’ He muttered feverishly, and you knew he didn’t mean it.

Frankly, he looked like he was simply in denial about enjoying this. But he had no idea that you would not rest until you found the most intriguing spot. It was the only reason you had agreed to the whole thing. You were curious about what would happen if you located it and stroked over it gently.

Like so.

‘A-a-ah!’ He jolted, and squeezed your fingers almost painfully.

‘What?’ You asked, unsure about his reaction.

‘That- what was that?’ He muttered, gripping the pillow case with his fist.

‘Did it hurt?’

‘It hurts now… But not before.’

‘It wouldn’t hurt if you relax! And I think it was your prostate. Didn’t know it’s that sensitive though.’

‘My wha-’

‘Can I stroke it again?’ You asked, enthusiasm reignited in you, despite getting rather stiff from the position you had to be in.

‘No! Leave my prostate alone,’ he barked, yet perked his ass up higher.

‘Getting mixed signals here. Should I read your ‘no’ as a ‘yes please’?’

‘Y/N…’ He whined, and you circled his spot again. ‘If you do, I think- I think I’m going to-’

‘Die?’

‘Come…’

You oh-ed in surprise. Not that you didn’t do your research, but the pace of this was unexpected.

‘Not yet. There’s one little thing left.’

You slowly slipped your fingers out of him, making him groan.

Finally, the intricate sex toy was in your hand, ready to be deployed. In several modes too, but your wrought-up partner didn’t need to know just yet. Thus, you had placed an important appliance under one of the pillows earlier.

After holding it for a few moments to make it comfortably warm – Baekhyun was a whiny little bitch, after all – you spread a sufficient amount of lube on it to make sure it’d fit easily.

Baekhyun could be heard cursing again.

‘Okay, come to momma.’

He emitted a growl, which thinned out into a whine.

You sat next to him and stroked his butt cheeks. Now that you were thinking of it, he would look pretty good with a fluffy tail. You didn’t know you had it in you, but now you certainly felt aroused at the thought of pulling at it as he fucked you. Wouldn’t that be just perfect?

‘Shit, it’s cold!’ He complained as soon as you pressed the metal body of the plug to his hole.

‘You are very high-maintenance, did you know that?’ You complained right back. ‘Take it if you wanna finish tonight.’

‘Why do you hate me so mu- a-ah-’

The plug slipped into him with much less resistance than you’d anticipated, and all that was visible now was the tail.

‘How is it?’ You asked, genuinely curious. ‘Baekhyunie? How does it feel?’

He kept breathing through it for another minute, and then managed to retort.

‘Like it doesn’t belong there…’ He tried to glance at his poor ass, but gave up halfway. ‘My life is a joke…’

‘I bet it is.’

He made an effort to glare at you.

‘Get over here.’ His angelic blond hair made him appear much less menacing than he wanted to.

You stretched out next to him, but not before removing the rest of your clothes to become equally as naked.

‘Fuck.’ Baekhyun cursed, burying his face in your breasts. ‘Remind me to never argue with you again, ever…’

‘I thought you were having fun,’ you ruffled his hair a bit, while he was letting you.

‘Yah. The pain in my butt hole isn’t really aligning with my idea of fun.’

You shoved him back slightly to get him off your chest, and groped his ass. The disturbance made him flinch, although not entirely displeased.

‘How would you react if I told you that this cute fluffy thing actually has a pretty handy remote?’

The blond looked confused, but only for a second – before you gripped at the base of his ‘tail’ and angled it.

‘Ah! Fuck this shit!’ Baekhyun moan-yelled, confirming that the toy was damn near his spot.

Chuckling at this, you leaned in to kiss his bare shoulder and reached under the pillow in the search of the said appliance.

‘There it is.’ You showed Baekhyun the remote. ‘I bet this will be nice.’

You clicked once, not giving your partner a chance to say anything.

‘Oh shit-’ He jolted in your arms, and clenched his jaw. ‘Y/N…’

‘I know, baby. I won’t ramp it up much.’ You promised, pressing your index finger to one of his nipples.

The tiny bud was firm, and you could see Baekhyun shiver from the touch.

‘Should’ve clamped them in the beginning…’ You mused, gradually increasing the vibration of the toy. ‘Does this feel alright?’

Baekhyun moaned in response.

‘I’ll take that as a yes,’ you snickered.

He didn’t let you laugh for much longer though, grabbing your waist and pushing you back down. Opening your legs roughly, he got between them and instantly pressed his hard cock against your labia.

‘Fucking hell-’ He gritted out, as soon as his hips snapped forward, disturbing the plug inside him.

‘This is kinda hot, I’m not gonna lie,’ you sighed, stroking his lower back. ‘Move or I will level your ass massage up again.’

‘Fuck no, I already feel like I could come…’ Baekhyun replied quickly, slowly retracting his pelvis before swaying it into you. ‘Shit, Y/N, it just feels so weird-’

‘Weird but nice, right?’ You lowered your hand to tug on his ‘tail’ again.

‘Oh god please-’ He sighed, dropping his head on your shoulder.

You could feel him shake every time you adjusted the toy. It was definitely affecting his prostate, and the sobbing he tried to muffle by your skin only confirmed it.

‘Babe,’ he moaned, renewing his slow thrusts into you. ‘You want my death or what?’

Snickering at his words, you playfully scratched his upper back with both hands.

‘Faster.’ You replied simply, grasping the remote again.

Baekhyun focused on delivering upon your request, and you physically shuddered with him. The vibration was quite literally driving him mad, so he was soon groaning in both pain and pleasure. His speech was incoherent, and you weren’t sure how many times you had clicked the button, but you could hear – almost feel – the vibration ripping through his tight muscles and abusing his prostate.

You knew his hips were moving on their own, more out of instinct rather than intent, but it was all fine. At this point, you just wanted him to finish. The buildup left both of you a complete mess, and the craving you had in you now was more of his euphoria, not yours.

‘I’m c- babe I’m-’ He tried to speak, but the intense sensation overwhelmed him to the point of squealing.

Readily clutching the remote, you pressed the button several times to avoid overstimulating him instead of prolonging his pleasure, and he still allowed a high-pitched whine to escape. He was trembling and writhing on top of you, and you could feel the hot creamy wetness pooling at your own entrance. The visual stimulation sent you into overdrive.

‘Fuck, Baekhyun-’ You moaned, eyes closing shut as you joined your partner in the oblivion.

~

It was at least half an hour later that you were finally able to untangle yourselves from each other, and free Baekhyun’s abused asshole. Not without him grunting and grumbling the entire time, of course.

‘Shit. I won’t be fucking sitting down for a fucking week.’ Your partner complained in a tired voice, flinching as his sphincter constricted again after the plug was removed.

‘Lying down is better anyways,’ you hummed, planting an impish kiss onto his butt cheek.

Baekhyun muttered something incoherent, and you were sure there was more diffident cursing in there.

You scooted closer to him and stroked his hair lovingly. Suddenly you realized that you did not employ all the inventory you had prepared.

‘Damn, we forgot about the ears and the collar too!’ You gasped. ‘Well, you can always wear them next time…’

You shrugged, trailing off, and turned to him, anticipating his reaction.

Baekhyun’s face assumed the most scandalized expression.

‘Next time?!’

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A/N: Thank you for reading! Please comment and reblog, it is important to me and I appreciate your feedback💜 As usual, my asks are open~

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[mothboyhalo]

The evil part of me want the trial to happen about bbh kidnapping Ron. Not just so bbh finally crosses the line to show unhinged (cause let’s be honest he’s holding back so so so much and is more like tip toeing the line atm) but so that the rash decision to make a very public deal about it backfires in an unintended way. Like Ron dosent want to go to the federation again since he has in a sense gained individuality (big no no in feds eyes) special guest truthing bbh in that he won’t get a huge sentence/ an admin/ghost would free him. While Ron would get the Walter bob treatment, AND in order to even explain the reasons for the trial then Tubbo would have to outright expose Fred as continuing communication and showing individuality. Having (unintentionally) leaked classified information while he’s already been reprimanded for talking to Tubbo. That would have unintended consequences lol.

The other side of me want them to find Ron an Bbh living a cottage core life and them just going what. While baghera contemplating life cause codependency symptoms she sees in both.

#qsmp #qsmp bbh #badboyhalo #qsmp baghera #qsmp tubbo

[exosmutfactory]

Only Forever 008

Originally posted by byunvoyage

How long could you wait for the love of your life to decide you are his as well? How many times could you witness all his best moments of winning over agencies and the amount of clothes left overnight from his daily one night stands?

Main Masterlist | Bookclub zone | Chapter 8✓

networks — @/superm-net @/bbh-net

pairing — Baekhyun x You

word count — 3.7k

genre — model! baekhyun, playboy! baekhyun, friends to lovers! romance, angst, fluff, smut (eventually)

[ This chapter contains: a conversation, a night out, and a night in 🌻 ]

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Chapter 8

You got me so high

“Let me get this straight.” Shea takes a long sip of her tea, staring you down from across the living room. She sits back and crosses her legs, her intense gaze and her arched brow leaving you feeling chastised even before she says what she is about to say.

“Let’s recap so that I make sure I got everything straight: you went on vacation together, skinny dipped, rubbed each other down under the pretense of ‘needing sunscreen’, came back home, got drunk, kissed him, many times, went on a date, got head, finally talked about everything with him and now you’re freaking out?”

You flush at her words despite your best efforts. Well, when you put it like that… You cough, hastily sipping your own herbal tea to give yourself time to respond. She hit the bull’s eye as always; her words are brief yet her message is effective. Leave it to Shea to get straight to the point; all facts and no bullshit, compiling your problems into a concise and cohesive way that eases up your worries, even if just a little, from how confidently she breeches the issue. “Yep,” you reply after a moment. She’s got everything down and out in the open, after all. What else is there to say?

—a lot, but you can’t even begin to put your feelings into words.

“That’s pretty ass backwards,” May mumbles from your left, followed by the quiet sounds of her munching on food and the crinkle of plastic containers.

“May!” you exclaim at her words, turning to her in surprise. You immediately freeze when you meet her gaze. The look in her gray eyes has you sliding down on the couch as if you could disappear if you tried. The bubbly woman has paused in her quest to sample the newest flavor of donuts from your favorite pastry shop downtown to regard you with an unwavering stare, similar to the woman sitting elegantly across from you both. You know it’s serious when your normally cheerful friend has stopped mid-bite to give you a pensive glance, studying the expressions on your face like an abstract painting hung up in a gallery. Very fitting, considering the fact that you feel very much like a well-preserved piece of organic material being pinned against a wall underneath your best friends’ pointed stares.

—Okay, maybe you are being a little dramatic with that statement. Just a little bit.

…

You rub the back of your neck, resisting the urge to wipe away the bead of sweat lingering on the edge of your eyebrow. Okay, okay, I take it all back. I feel hella intimidated right now.

‘Intimidated’ is the perfect word to sum up how you feel about this entire situation.

“She’s right. It is ass backwards,” Shea sighs, making you snort despite your racing heart. “But you guys talked it out, at least.”

“Yeah…” you trail off, looking at the far wall in the room as if it could give you all the answers to all the questions that you have in your heart yet can’t even decipher in your mind. Your hands curl tightly around the warm cup of tea in your hands, trying to slow your breathing by inhaling the familiar lemon and ginger scent. Citrus and spice. Just like—you stop that train of thought right in its tracks, but it’s already too late. The damage has been done. The memory of messy black hair and soulful brown eyes plays vividly behind your retinas.

Inhale. Exhale. You hold your breath for a moment and sigh deeply. Really? Is this who you are now? You have a lot going on in your life lately between school and work. There always seems to be so much to do in so little time. All the long hours bent over counters and laptops. Your bathroom sink has been added to the mix as well. The bags under your eyes call for a half-hour dedicated to concealing your sleepless nights in front of the mirror. Are you really about to add your social life to your endless list of stress too? I mean it wouldn’t be the first time — but you haven’t had it this bad since high school!

Shea’s voice pulls you out of your thoughts before you can fall into that rabbit hole. Seriously, the last thing you need is to dive into those memories right now. Thank you, next.

“But you still have questions?” Shea states the obvious, reading you like an open book.

Yeah, 7 years of friendship will do that to you. All you can do is nod slowly. You can play cool and nonchalant all you want. You’ve always worn your heart on your sleeve. Even if you mask it behind a dozen layers of steel, one good hit to your feelings and all your walls shatter like fragile glass. If anyone knows that, it’s the two other women in this room. There’s no point in hiding how you feel. “He’s so- I don’t know how to put it… Guarded?”

Shea nods in understanding and May lets out an exaggerated sigh followed by a quietly uttered “men” in a voice full of disdain.

“I can see both sides,” Shea admits, forever the voice of reason in your friend group. “The Fashion Industry is cutthroat. It is in everyone’s best interest to keep their personal lives separated from business.”

“But she is his personal life!” May interjects, emphasizing her point with a wave of her hands.

“I’m his girlfriend, not his entire life, May,” you gently remind her. You rarely jump in when she gets this fired up, but even if you’ve daydreamed about being the center of Baekhyun’s world in your youth, you knew better than to think that in your 20s now. 

“Yes, which is why I can see why he’s cautious about where and how you guys meet up together.” Shea goes to take another sip of her tea but then pauses. “However, there is a difference between trying to keep your relationship private and safe behind closed doors, and trying to keep you held back at arm’s reach in an emotional aspect.” A brief look of irritation passes over her beautiful features, but the expression is gone in a flash.

“That’s what I’ve been thinking,” you mumble, worrying your bottom lip with your teeth.

“Yes, but is that what you have been saying?” Shea pointedly raises her eyebrow, taking a long sip of her tea. Even May takes a ridiculously long time chewing on the sprinkled donut in her hand, her gray eyes piercing into the side of your face.

“...No.” You’ve known Baekhyun since you were kids, but there is still a lot about him you don’t know about — especially in a relationship context. Wait, has Baekhyun ever had a serious girlfriend before? Maybe one, or something close, but you can’t remember her name…

“You have to communicate with him, girl.” Shea sighs.

“Yeah, Baekhyun is amazing, but he isn’t a mind reader,” May points out, her cheeks puffed up with a honey-glazed donut.

“You… have a point.” Of course they do, as usual, but you’ve never been good at having these types of conversations. You’re learning. You’re trying your best but things still manage to fall through the cracks and it never seems like your efforts are enough.

“What is stopping you from communicating with him...? Has he been giving you the cold shoulder?”

Your eyes widen in horror at the dark expressions that flicker over your friends’ faces. “No!” you nearly shout, not wanting them to go there. “I-it’s not that at all.” They have good reasons to make that assumption based on your past, but it isn’t like that now.

“Then what is it?” May tilts her head, peering at you with curiosity.

“What is the issue?” Shea reiterates, her eyebrows furrowed in deep thought.

Again, they do have a point and make a pretty strong argument. But why are you so anxious? It’s just Baekhyun. Baekhyun, who protected you when you couldn’t look out for yourself. Who pushes you to be a better version of yourself every day, not just for everyone around you but for yourself as well. Even when he isn’t around, he is forever on your mind. Living rent fucking free. It frustrates you as much as it comforts you to constantly be thinking about him. He is one of the few people who has stuck by your side for all these years, through the thick and thin… and dammit, the thought of losing him keeps you up at night so often that you might just die a little inside — if you aren’t already.

“You’re scared.” Shea’s strong and crisp voice rings across the silent living room without an ounce of doubt.

“I…” you take a deep breath, running a shaky hand through your hair. “Yeah.” Once you admit it aloud, it feels so much more real. You hold onto the cold cup of tea in your hands for dear life, hugging it to your chest.

The dead silence in the room is crushing until Shea stands up from the couch. “Alright, cancel all your plans.” She’s already on her phone, crossing out the list of errands that she mentioned about completing earlier today. “We’re going out tonight.” 

And that’s how you find yourself at the newest club in town hours later, skipping the mile-long line outside thanks to May and her networking connections.

“Oh?” The happy-go-lucky woman acted surprised when you mentioned the odd look on the bouncer’s face before he hastily let you three walk in. “I may have tapped that,” May admitted in a cheerful tone, hiding her coy smile behind the glass in her hand.

You and Shea locked eyes and hid matching smiles, sipping alcohol-free drinks. That bouncer was quite the looker though…

What can you say? Great minds think alike — you’ve all been friends for almost a decade for a reason.

Let’s make it clear though; you only came out here tonight to let loose and spend quality time with your friends and only your friends. Girl’s night only. After this, you all will most likely go back to Shea’s place and crash on her comfortable couch until the morning. But right now? You indulge in crowd-watching, your eyes zeroed in on the dancefloor.

You lean back on your barstool and cross your legs, observing the suave men and seductive women going full out during a popular pop song. The flashing lights and disco balls make the nightclub look like something you would see in a 70s Motown music video. You’re not surprised that Shea wanted to check this place out. It’s lively with a nostalgic feeling in the air, plus the juice they serve is great and the DJ has played nothing but back-to-back bangers all evening.

You spot May in the middle of the dancefloor, dirty dancing with a tall woman in a little black dress. The stranger’s classic attire contrasts with the neon green dress that your bubbly friend manages to pull off flawlessly. You can hear May’s twinkling laughter from all the way over here in the brief transition between songs.

At least she’s having fun, you smile. The sight reminds you of that one time you told Baekhyun that you don’t dance, which was a half-truth. You have rhythm; you know how to read the room and catch a vibe. But that’s the problem, you get too into it and then the next thing you know some guy’s jealous girlfriend is pouring her drink down your dress because her man decided to glue himself to your backside like a leech — but we digress.

Your smile slowly fades with a deep sigh. There you go again. Like clockwork, once you think of Baekhyun you can’t get him out of your mind. You made sure to text him earlier today to tell him that you would be out with your friends tonight. Doing it made you feel uneasy, but it was necessary, right? Aren’t you supposed to let your significant other know when you are going out to a nightclub in your not-so-freakdum-but-not-completely-modest-either dress with your best girl friends by your side?

You don’t know. You don’t know and hours later you are still worried about it.

It’s not like Baekhyun reacted badly to you telling him. He told you to be safe and have fun, the usual reaction when you told him the same thing in the past — he has a life-long habit of showing up unannounced at your place — but that’s the problem. It was the same as usual. The usual as in how he responded back when you were just friends, not boyfriend and girlfriend.

Does he not care? What if he doesn’t? What if he does? — your endless stream of worried thoughts is relentless tonight.

Honestly, the fact that you keep thinking about it has you upset. It’s girls’ night! You’re supposed to be having fun, yet here you are, sitting alone at the bar, sipping at a drink that is more melted ice than citrus juice while worrying about whether you’ll go home to a screaming match in the morning, which is absurd! Why is your mind so set on comparing Baekhyun to the partners of your past?

Your ex’s face flashes through your mind, a vivid image of his face as he gave you that ultimatum: him or Baekhyun.

Oh brother. Fuck it. You clench your teeth and order a fruity cocktail. You need to be buzzed to get through the rest of the night after that memory pops up. Actually, scratch that — you need to be buzzed and shake off this feeling of dread. So you take your drink, chug it, set the empty glass on the counter, and make your way to the dancefloor to meet your two best friends.

Shea’s red bottom heels and May’s gray eyes reflect the club lights, leading you straight to them through the crowd of sweaty bodies. You smooth down the front of your loose yet form-fitting dress and stride right up to them. They take one look at you and pull you closer with one goal in mind: dance the night away until your makeup smears and you want to kick your heels off.

♡—♡-♡—♡—♡-♡—♡

A few days later you find yourself at Baekhyun’s door. You’ve only seen him once since the day you established your relationship. The summer months are always jam-packed with runway shows and elite events, but as the end of August draws nearer, he gets a few days off before the fall fashion season gets its claws dug into him.

Your baggy t-shirt slips off of your shoulder and you don’t bother readjusting it. It’s no use anyway, the oversized material will just fall down again like it has the other 100 times you’ve fixed it. You smooth down the front of your athletic shorts that sit loosely around your waist yet snug against your hips and thighs. Normally wearing an all-black outfit this time of year would be a death sentence, but with a cold front blowing in from the ocean, the nights have been cooler lately. Pair that with your slip-on running shoes and you are the embodiment of casual — which is ideal, considering the fact that you saw a camera flash on your walk into the apartment building.

You shuffle on your feet, nervously shifting your weight from side to side while having a staring contest with Baekhyun’s front door. The oakwood merely stares back, and if an inanimate object could judge you, you believe that his door would be at the top of the list from the number of times you have come here for one young adult crisis or another. Just remembering the amount of petty stuff you’ve bothered him about at 1 a.m. over the past 2 years has you flushing. God, why? Of all men to fall for, why did it have to be your best friend who knows practically everything about you?

Suddenly, the door opens and Baekhyun regards you with such a knowing look that you find the answer to your question within 15 seconds flat. This man knows you better than you know yourself in so many ways, and the familiarity in that, the comfort of being known for who you are and not what you can be is such a relief on your weary shoulders. You don’t have to make pretenses with him. He knows it all.

As a friend.

It strikes you right in the heart at that moment while you look into his warm brown eyes that reflect the brightly lit hallway lights, shimmers of stars sparkling in those soulful irises that you could spend lifetimes admiring. Baekhyun has accepted you as a friend time and time again. Through thick and thin. For better or for worse. But… will he do the same with you now? As the woman he is committed to?

“Hey.” Baekhyun’s low timbre pulls you from your thoughts. Just a single word from his lips has you filing away your worries to think about later. You take a good look at him as he braces his arm on the wall and leans against the doorframe. He’s wearing a black t-shirt that matches your own, but while yours is oversized, his fits snugly on his broad shoulders and defined biceps, stealing your breath away. Not like you have much breath in the first place when you’re standing in front of him, but still. Between that and the sweatpants resting low on his hips, you have half the mind to turn on your heel and run back home. Home date be dammed.

“Hi,” you utter in a small voice before hastily clearing your throat and standing up a little taller.

“I noticed you standing out here.” Baekhyun leans closer, his brown eyes scanning over you like an X-ray machine.

“Oh,” you reply, as smart as always under his unwavering gaze, “yeah, yeah I was.”

He hums and you think you are scot-free until he opens his mouth again. “Care to elaborate?” he tilts his head, his eyes dancing in amusement while he backs out of the doorway.

You sigh loudly as you step into his apartment. Dammit, you can’t get anything past this man. “I… might have been debating on whether to run away or not,” you admit in a guilty murmur, readjusting the collar of your shirt.

“Why? If I may ask.”

His words make you freeze in the middle of taking off your shoes. Baekhyun doesn’t usually ask if he can ask a question. He just asks. You glance over your shoulder at him, your running shoes still in your hand, and something about his earnest expression and the way his hands are in his pockets makes you lower your guard.

“I’m lost,” you admit quietly, struggling to maintain eye contact. “I know that we established our relationship and what we are to each other but I…” you take a shaky breath, running a hand through your hair. “I don’t know where to go from here. I don’t know what I’m doing. Please tell me what dating and a relationship means to you because I-I,” your voice cracks as you stand up and look at him with a helpless expression. “I don’t want to mess this up.”

You bite your lip in an attempt to mask your vulnerability, surprised by how open you were just now. Usually, you would brush things off and downplay your stress and worries, not lay out all your cards on the table like this. It makes you feel raw and exposed. A sensation that you hate from all the times you’ve been dismissed in the past. If expressing fragile emotions was a chess game, you would keep your strategy under lock and key. But right here, right now, you’re willing to take that risk. Like your friends told you before, how will Baekhyun ever know what you are thinking if you don’t tell him about it? You just hope that he will take you seriously.

Baekhyun calls your name, his voice no louder than a whisper. He steps closer to you and cups your face in his hand, his brown irises gazing over your features. “You’re overthinking this,” he murmurs, brushing his thumb over the apple of your cheek. “What does dating mean to me?” he tilts his head before kissing your cheek. “Spoiling you, taking you on dates, exploring places we’ve never been to before.”

Your skin tingles and flushes as he brushes his lips over your cheek and kisses the tip of your nose. “What’s a relationship to me?” Baekhyun pulls away slightly to look into your eyes and your breath hitches at the fond expression written all over his handsome features. His lips brush over your temple before he presses a lingering kiss to your forehead, slipping his fingers into your hair as he cradles the back of your head in his hands. “Spending time together, holding you close, and talking with you like this when you get stuck in your head like the little idiot you are.”

“Hey!” you immediately protest and pull away from him, giving him a halfhearted glare.

“Come here.” Baekhyun chuckles and takes your hand, interlocking his fingers with yours. His brown eyes shimmer brightly like midnight stars while he guides you further into his home and to his living room. You gasp at the amount of snacks scattered across the coffee table and one of your favorite movies on the TV, waiting in the streaming service queue. And you gasp again when Baekhyun plops down on the couch and pulls up onto his lap, wrapping his arms around you. His citrus shampoo lingers in his hair, his clothes smell like French vanilla, and the mint on his breath leaves you speechless when he firmly presses his lips to yours.

In that moment, you finally let yourself relax, leaning back against his firm chest while taking a bite of the candy he holds up to your mouth. Baekhyun’s eyes crinkle with one of his rarest sweet smiles and you just live in the moment and block out the rest of the world for a while.

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A/N:

Hello! I’m up to my chin with schoolwork, but I pulled a few all-nighters to get this chapter done and I’m pretty satisfied with the outcome. This chapter will serve as a bridge between the first 7 chapters and the next 20+ chapters. And yes, there will be multiple parts to chapter 8 (those decimals shall strike again!) I just really needed to add more character and thought behind showing our OC’s thought process because for 3 whole years she even had me confused and I’m like??? Girl me too lmao.

This author’s note probably makes little sense (2am type of brain power right here) but I just want to say thank you for all the support you loves and readers have given this story. Thank you, Infinity team! Part 2 of chapter 8 will have more fluff between our couple, so look forward to that! See you next time~ (^-^)

#baekhyun smut #supermnet #bbh-net #exo x reader #baekhyun fanfiction #baekhyun romance #baekhyun x reader #baekhyun fanfic #baekhyun ff #baekhyun x you #exo baekhyun #exo romance #Only Forever

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i just like hearing you talk about your fics. tell me more about any of them (=ↀωↀ=) <- giving u a stare like a cat

waow. thatsa lotta stars. i will do. three. my three most recent. because i have commentary about all of them.

i recently put up THIS FIC for the mcytrecursive. the title is from "whose eye is it anyway???" by jhariah (which i recently heard live!!!) bc that entire song is about revenge and what happens when you try to get it. important lyrics here are "If it’s an eye for an eye then we all go blind / If it came to it would you cross that line?" which generally just explains quackity's whole thing of getting revenge against techno for punching him out at wilbur's funeral (a fight which HE started, in the first place), and the lines "And the weight of your crimes weighing on your mind / Is it a knife or a lie is it in your back? / Is it all I need? Is it all I have?" which imo really is what eret's whole deal is in this fic. she's haunted by what she's done and is doing everything to try and not be that person, and maybe by helping others she can help! but. no. no, instead, her ex-boyfriend gets murdered in her living room and she has to call his CURRENT boyfriend to come pick up the body. lol.

i participated in the dsmp rare pair big bang and wrote a canon-setting courtly love au, because if there is one thing i have a special interest in, it's middle and early-modern english literature. the thing i want to talk about the most with that fic is all of the allusions to literature and all the characters eret gets compared/compares herself to. she is repeatedly compared to Tamora from Titus Andronicus for marrying her enemy's leader and becoming a pawn in his political game while also using him in return, which is kind of seen as a betrayal to her prior people; to lady macbeth for the way she is Fucking Haunted by her crimes; and to criseyde from Troilus and Criseyde for her role in her relationship specifically with quackity, in which she kind of winds up betraying him by not choosing to run away with him during/after manberg/pogtopia. she also gets compared to queen gertrude from hamlet for marrying the enemy king, at which point she fully just quotes the play because i love that trope.

and finally. ive been doing a sweeney todd au. the one thing i REALLY want to talk about most with this is a MAJOR spoiler for the final chapter, though i've been dropping hints here and there throughout (go 2 the comments comment on my fic read it please). instead, i will discuss why people are american in a fic that takes place in Victorian England and how everyone has a Full Name in that fic.

bbh: full name is b. addison halo, "bad" to his friends, and he stowed away on a sailing ship bound for london when he was a teenager

schlatt: actually he doesnt have a full name, but he came to london after running away from NYC 30 years prior to the start of the fic because he was doing Crime in his 20s

ranboo: full name is Ranboo Love, first name is chosen. in london because he decided to become a sailor at 16 and see the world. unsure if his surname is gonna come up, but if it doesnt, that's okay because neither does anthony's and he's the anthony character

dream: full name is reeve taken, "dream" to his friends. based on the french word "reve" meaning "dream." came to london 20 years ago after inheriting his grandmother's pie shop. originally from virginia!

quackity and foolish arent actually from north america in this fic but arent english - foolish is egyptian and q is spanish, neither of these things will probably come up Ever.

tubbo's full name is Tybalt.

#reshes answers #reshes fic #click those links! read my fics! ask me stuff and give me comments! i love attention <3 #latter two fics are shippy. be aware. #and what do these fics have in common? #all of them include at least one c!eret rarepair. thats right.

[astatinu]

Code Corruption AU

Alright, here is my idea for the Code Corruption AU!

This concept came to me after BBH started theorizing that the code is a virus like entity, that it infected the technology and processes of the Federation, and thats why they wouldn’t address the code existence for a long time. (This AU also came as an idea to me cause I was wondering what BBH’s skin would look like in different color schemes and I landed on neon green lol)

So we know that the code can hack Federation broadcasts and the quests, but what if it could infect players?

I’m not writer so bear with me on this.

Bad is walking to a broken down Sofia to check on her once again after an odd code appearance. It had flown around the Ninho while taking pictures of the rooms again. This time it had taken a special interest in Dappers room, but luckily Cellbit and Fit had blocked off the windows before it could take more pictures. Why was it trying to gain more information? First Leo now Dapper?

The same blue crash screen lights up the deep slate room around him. He felt a pang of sympathy for Maxo, losing his daughter had taken a toll on him recently, he’d not seen him around as much.

A trapdoor opens and closes behind him, his axe halfway out of its sheath. The red stone to the satellite dish is still active when he checks on it… what was that?

“Sophia? Blink the lights if you can hear me please.”

Nothing happens. Bad searches the room for any shimmers of invisibility potions, but finds nothing around him. Perhaps it’s the environment down here, but the hairs on the back of his neck raise. He feels eyes on him.

He teleports back to Ninho, and picks up Dapper. Late into the night the two theorize what the code is planning.

The next day Bad is exploring out in the ocean with Dapper, the quests call for an ocean dungeon raid so he’s finding fresh ones for the other parents. The water soaks to his knees on top of a monument as he marks down the coordinates for Forever and Richas to use later.

Bad looks up from his communicator as he feels the same eyes on him from Sophia’s room. He turns behind him and yells in surprise, the code is hovering just blocks above his head.

“Hey-! You- muffinhead!” He draws his axe, ready for a fight. However, the code simply floats, not doing a thing. Bad takes the opportunity to notify chat that the code is making an appearance, and teleports Dapper to Ninho.

Even after notifying the others and getting Dapper away, the code floats there, unmoving. The neon green numbers slowly trickle up into the air, like its waiting for something. A stone of dread builds in his stomach, usually it would have dropped an item representing an egg by now, or at least flown around.

Just as the thought crosses his mind to leave, the code takes out a vine whip with blinding speed and catches Bad around the middle. He can’t reach his communicator as the code speeds off into the sky with him in tow.

Bad is not seen or heard from again for days despite his friends efforts to locate him.

Dapper is about to raise hell itself to get his dad back.

(I’m going to make this multiple parts so that these posts don’t get too long!)

#qsmp #qsmp badboyhalo #qsmp bbh #code corruption au #also let me know if these tags are improper to put in the qsmp main tag

[idiocymybeloved]

Dear Diary

A school DSMP au of Dream’s villain origin story

Characters: Dream, George, Wilbur, mentions of Sapnap and BBH

Ships: Dreamnotfound and Georgebur(romantic or platonic, depends how you take it)

TW: Implied D3@th and M#rd3r

Cross posted on Wattpad

Dear diary, 

Today was my first day back at school after a week-long suspension. Nothing out of the ordinary happened, a few kids laughed at me, I sat alone at lunch again, but at least I didn't take my temper out on anyone. Progress I suppose. 

However, this time, I didn't walk home alone. 

The new kid, the one who moved in next to me a few days ago, recognized me. He followed me home casually, he didn't seem to know anything about me or my issues. Fine by me. I invited him over to my treehouse on the old tree in the backyard. 

He loved it. I spent the afternoon with him. His name's George, and he and his family of 3 moved to this little dinky town from NYC. He's colourblind, has two cats, and loves dandelions. And I mean loves. 

George's really nice, he liked the treehouse. He liked the big old tree. He liked our small house. He liked me. 

I hope he comes over again tomorrow, I like having a friend up in the treehouse.

- - -

Dear diary, 

I failed my math test today, and my mom gave me a whole lecture about it. 

I was lucky George(who got an A+ may I add,) was willing to help me study. 

We had fun. We spent the day in my tree house again, eating snacks as he brought me through all the old material and new material too. He makes me laugh and taught me more than the stupid teacher every could, or would. 

He's not like anyone I met before, and he doesn't treat me like I'm a scary animal. 

He treats me like I'm a human.

A friend. 

I don't want that to ever end. 

- - -

Dear diary, 

Two weeks of talking with George and we're officially best friends. He follows me everywhere; to school, during classes, recess, back home, and only leaves if his mom forces him back. 

I like him.

- - -

Dear diary, 

A few girls walked past our table today. They pointed at me and started laughing. I felt my ears burn and my vision turn red. I was about to say something when George stood up for me, yelling at them to shut up. 

I can't believe someone would do that just for me. 

- - -

Dear diary, 

Hi, sitting in detention while writing this. 

I know, I've been trying to do better and control myself but those girls from yesterday started to pick on George when they found out about his colour blindness. 

He looked so ashamed, I couldn't help but get mad. 

I think I scared them enough, they shouldn't come to bother us anymore. 

- - -

Dear diary,

I'm angry again. George kept getting picked on. 

Is it because of me? Is everyone mad at him for befriending me? 

They think I'm insane, don't they?

Anyways, after school, I still had my lunch money because I didn't feel like eating so I bought George some cute little glasses from the convenience store. They didn't do anything, but they sure looked cool. 

George looked more confident in them. 

I felt proud. 

- - -

Dear diary, 

Detention once more. Woo. 

My old friend, Sapnap, stepped on the glasses I bought for George and I yelled at them, or 'went ballistic' as Mr. Halo said. 

I could care less about that, that's not the point. As I came out of detention, George was still there as usual, waiting for me to go to our treehouse together. 

But as I got closer... I realized he wasn't alone. 

George was laughing and chatting eagerly with a boy in our class called Wilbur. When he saw me, he obviously came running back to me, ready to go home. Wilbur raised an eyebrow at me, looking somewhat ticked. I just rolled my eyes at him. 

- - -

Dear diary, 

Something's up with this Wilbur character. He keeps following me and George. 

We sat together as always, but it felt like Wilbur was always there, cracking jokes to George. It made my ears burn again. Everytime I tried to speak, he dismissed me with a wave of his hand and kept talking to George. 

George's my best friend, not his. 

Who does he think he is?

- - -

Dear diary, 

I am so done with Wilbur. 

I just want some time alone with George, like it was when we first met.

But he keeps butting in, and of course George is eager to let him come along. I guess I should be happy that George made a new friend. 

Except for the fact that this new friend literally hates my guts. 

Wilbur ignores me, pushes past me and keeps glaring at me when I get George's attention at all. Like dude, chill out a little. 

My ears burn and my jaw works every time he does that. 

Just leave us alone...

- - -

Dear diary, 

Nothing's the same anymore. Or everything's the same again. 

George went to Wilbur's house today, without me. Me? I went to my treehouse and tried to do the math homework but I can't focus on anything without George now. 

I miss him so much...

George, you're my best friend... right?

- - -

Dear diary, 

George's not the same. 

He still goes with me after school, sure, but in school? It's always Wilbur. He follows him and his posse, and Wilbur talks to him all the time. What about me? Am I just cast away now? 

George... come back. 

- - -

Dear diary,

George's not coming back. 

I messed up. 

I'm sorry...

- - -

Dear diary, 

Please.. Just make it stop. 

I didn't mean to scare George the way I did. I didn't mean to yell at him. It was instinct, I was just getting a little annoyed that everything's about Wilbur. Your new best friend. 

Please... I'd do anything to go back to that one night. Because now, everytime I look at George, he's regarding me with fear, remorse, panic as he clings on to Wilbur who seems to hate me even more now. Everytime I look into his eyes, I see nothing but dark anger.

A look I know way too well. 

George I'm sorry... I'm sorry I hurt you.

- - -

Dear diary,

It's my treehouse. 

Mine. 

I don't need anyone else and I never did! It's MY treehouse, George can leave me alone and I don't care at all! Go have fun with Wilbur, I don't care. 

It'll just be me and MY treehouse again. 

Because this'll always be mine. My treehouse, and there's nothing you can do about that. 

It's mine. 

Not ours. 

Not anymore. 

- - -

Dear diary, 

Everything hurts...

My insides seem to burn, everytime I look at them. Everytime I look at George, I see all my mistakes, all the ways I hurt him. 

And that Wilbur... 

It's all his fault. I hate him so much. He caused all these problems, if it weren't for him, I'd be fine. Screw Wilbur. 

I wish I could just erase him off the face of the earth. 

- - 

Dear diary,

...what if I could? What if I could get rid of him? For good?

Would that fix everything?

- - - 

Dear diary, 

It's going to work.

- - -

Dear diary, 

Hi, I'm sorry I've been gone for 3 days. It's been... quite hectic. 

Wilbur is gone. 

Ha. My plan worked. 

I didn't realize the repercussions of it. 

I didn't realize George was in his house at the same time. 

And I most certainly didn't realize that it wasn't Wilbur who I originally killed. 

...I don't want to talk about it. 

- - -

Dear diary,

The newspaper, television, school gossip... all they can talk about is the sudden disappearance of him. 

All I hear and see 24/7, is him.

Just shut up, okay? I didn't mean to...

I'm scared diary.

What do I do? 

I just wanted George back...

- - - 

Dear diary,

WHY CAN'T EVERYONE LEAVE ME ALONE?

CAN THEY ALL JUST SHUT UP! I'M SORRY, OK? JUST LEAVE ME BE I DON'T NEED ANYONE AND I DON'T WANT THEM TO BE HERE! 

MOTHER, TEACHERS, PEERS, THEY ALL ARE WORRIED FOR ME! IF YOU'RE WORRIED, JUST LET ME BE. 

- - -

Dear diary,

Mother's gone. 

I've been sitting in the treehouse for the past hours. I shed no tears for her. 

I definitely shed more tears for George. 

I still imagine him hugging me as I fall asleep in my treehouse. 

- - -

Dear diary, 

Now what? 

I can't go back to school.

And this new craving inside of me... it's driving me insane. 

What if I ran away? Would anyone care?

- - -

Dear diary, 

I thought about it more. I need to leave with a bang.

- - - 

Dear diary, 

The deed is done. 

Thanks for being there with me through it all diary. 

But I'm not coming back. 

Don't worry, soon you'll hear about me as the ruler of the world. 

I'll be back. 

Signed, 

Dream. 

#fanfic #wattpad #angst #tw death #tw murder #dsmp #dsmp au #dream #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #wilbur soot #dreamnotfound #georgebur #i like gb underrated ship #this isn’t the usual stuff ik but I had this and I had to post today #And I didn’t have time to draw smth #And I didn’t post yesterday sorry

[aike-pandas]

Fixed! Anyways have my small ideas because I’ma Swaggy loser [AU their in our world as their C!’s

Mini Lil guys 🥺

BBH:

he hugs your fingers and pretends he’s hugging his giant s/o and prefers to ride in your bag/backpack

Wilbur:

he honestly loves your hair and how it’s his blanket. He prefers to ride on your shoulder/hand

Dream:

CUDDLE BUG, definitely loves your giant lap, likes to nap there, and definitely rides in your pockets

Q:

he likes to fly up to your face and kiss your nose. he loves to ride in your shirt pocket

Karl:

more snuggle bugs, he loves to be in your bed and just swim in your smell, he rides in your bag like BBH.

SapNap.

he’s a little feisty guy and burns his name into your stuff :/ but it’s hardly noticeable, again on your shoulder.

George:

he also likes your bed, and rides in your shirt pocket to take naps <3

Foolish:

He’s the size of your hand 🥺 but he likes to dance with your fingers like. He’s so tiny and you can easily spin him but you let him spin you just AAAAAAA, definitely loves your Shoulder for a ride

Okay like- This is adorable- and I'm going to write little scenarios for this as well.

If they boys were in the real word!

*Friendly reminder this is with their Minecraft personas! I don't write about CCs.

Read rules before requesting~°♪

Note: No pronouns used. GN reader.

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“Dream”

You searched for the whereabout of the little masked man. But he was nowhere to be found... Yet. You heard a tiny chuckle near you, it definitely was his laugh.

—Dreamie, is that you? –you asked, sitting on your knees so the little boy went closer to you. —Come on Dream, stop hiding from me.

The little one popped his head off next to the couch. He had a cute tiny smirk crossing his face.

—Sweet song! Sweet song! –the little one ran onto you, just to climb your legs. —Did I surprise you? –he asks, holding your hand that's giving him pats in his head.

—Yes Dream, you surprised me. –Giggles are heard from your mouth, making him grin while getting closer to you. —Now, how about we go outside, little guardian?

—Yes! >:D

“GeorgeNotFound”

The afternoon was nice and calming, honestly you needed it after all the work you had in the morning. Your concentration leaded onto the tiny mushroom boy that was sleepy over your cat, who was giving you the little creature in his loin.

—He fell asleep on you again, huh? –you couldn't help but giggle at the interactions your cat and George had. —Here, let me grab him.

Your hands grabbed softly the tiny creature just to put him in your chest pocket, the place he loved to be aside from your bed.

—Y/n...? –his little mumbling reached your ears, making him smile once your eyes landed on him. —Hello Mushroom. –he greeted you, snugging more in the little pocket.

—Hello Gogy, did you slept well? –he tired nod, just to fall asleep again, this time in the pocket. —Asleep again, such a sleepy mushroom.

The three of you passed the afternoon resting. It was calmly.

“Sapnap”

—Sapnap get down from there! –you exclaimed, watching the little tiny blaze-hybrid hanging from the roof lamp.

—Look Y/! I can fly! –he laughs, happily motivated by adrenaline.

—Get down from there you little arsonist! –you sighed. Dear he was hard to have.

The little boy went down, to ended up laying in your couch. His bright smile softened you, even though the little s-it used to burn his name of everything that meant your ownership. You couldn't lie, you loved the tiny creature. You held him softly in your hands.

—Don't do that again Sap, I could lose you if you fall too high onto the ground. –you mumbled, letting him snuggle in your neck. He was a very sweet panda when he wanted. —Promise?

—I promise Y/n!

“Badboyhalo”

The cutest little demon creature... Is the most clingy been you have ever met.

—Bad, sweetheart, could you please let me go? –you asked, watching the little ball cuddling in your hand, who shook his head while clinging more. —Oww please? My sweet demon?

—No! Warm! –he pouted.

—Bad ;w; please.

—No❤️

“Quackity”

You were laughing at the tiny duck hybrid that was flying away from your cats. They seem to confuse him with a bird, and they want to eat him.

—Y/n! Help me please! Q-Q

—Come here, Q, I'll save you. –you grab him carefully, letting him be near your chest. —There, you're safe now.

—Thank you! –he exclaimed happily, snuggling onto you.

You both passed the rest of the afternoon watching TV, but now he was safe in your arms.

“Karl Jacobs”

The sweet little baby boy was sitting in the top of your bag, since you promised to take him out in a ride. He looked at you, who was making sure you guys had everything you needed.

—Okay little one, I think we have everything! Ready to go? –you asked looking at him, who grinned while energetic nodding.

—Let's go! Let's go! –he giggled.

You could have die of cuteness there and now. But you had a ride to take this little gentleman on.

“Foolish”

He was playing with your hands, having little dances with you. You couldn't help but chuckle at his actions, he was really adorable.

—Foolish, aren't you tired of dancing? –you smiled, watching the little shark creature put another song to dance with.

—Nope! :D –he giggled.

You smiled at that, letting him dance with your hand for the 10th time now.

He was really happy, and so were you.

“Wilbur Soot”

You sighed, not being able to move your head since you had a little Wilbur Soot sleeping in your hair. How dare he be so cute?

You knew you weren't able to move, if you did you'll wake him up, and he would be a little mad Wilbur. And no one wants a little mad Wilbur.

—*yawn* Y-Y/n? –he mumbled, slightly waking up.

—Morning little psycho. –you greeted him, chuckling at the ticklish feeling of his little hands going down on your hair.

Wilbur went and cuddles you on your chest, getting warm in your hands, which were holding him so he didn't fall.

You and your little psycho were happy like that.

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*Hallo! Sorry if it's short I did it in a rush- and both imagination and motivation took vacations as well. So, hope you enjoyed this!

#dreamsmp #dreamwastaken #dream #sapnap #george not found #georgenotfound #quackity #badboyhalo #bbh #karl jacobs x reader #karl jacobs #foolish gamers #wilbur soot #dreamwastaken x reader #georgenotfound x reader #sapnap x reader #bbh x reader #badboyhalo x reader #foolish x reader #wilbur soot x reader #112 spam fics

[baekhyuq]

"Get You Alone." Baekhyun(M)

Chapter 1: Nervous.

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Single Dad!Bbh

Word count: 5k :]

Mini Playlist:

Cloud 9 - EXO

Get You Alone - BAEKHYUN

Privacy - BAEKHYUN

Summary: You meet your friend’s father for the first time.

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The day was a bit chilly, it was cold enough you could wear your sweater. “It’s pretty cold across campus Y/n.” Sofia says watching you refuse to put on any jacket. You hated wearing thick clothing you became hot so easily. But you were cold…you still refused.

“Sofia, you know how I am. Now are we going to ditch this place for lunch or what?” You playfully roll your eyes at her with your arms crossed over your chest.

Sofia smiles before linking arms with you, “Well of course darling, my stomach is practically digesting itself.” You both always met up for lunch after your classes, opting for the cheapest place in town which was a small sandwich shop.

They were a small store yes, but that didn’t mean their food wasn’t the best you’ve ever tasted. Their sandwiches were mouthwatering you would skip your own funeral to buy one.

“I can’t believe mid terms are coming up so soon..” Sofia said with a mouth full of meatballs and bread.

“Don’t talk with your mouth open, didn’t your dad teach you that?” You scolded her before taking a sip of your drink. It was warm in the shop thankfully. Your arms became a little cold being outside. “And mid terms won’t be a big deal, you study right?” You asked.

Sofia became quiet avoiding your eyes.

“You don’t study for midterms? Sofia who raised you, because id like to have a talk with them.” You gasped, clutching your chest dramatically to make her let out a laugh.

“I know I know, Its a bad habit really. I just can never focus, I have no self discipline, I need help.” Sofia sighs pouting, resting her head on her hand.

“You know you could’ve asked me sooner! Id love to help you study, this is your education we’re talking about Sofia. This is college not high school anymore. We can’t get away with just a barely passing grade. You can ask me for tutoring anytime.” You smile watching her turn her gaze to you, a smile forming on her face.

“God you sound like my dad, I bet if you both met you’d be best friends.” She scowls hitting your arm lightly.

You raise a brow at her, “Isn’t it crazy I’ve never met your dad before? After how many years of being friends?”

“Wow you’re right, it’s never crossed my mind to introduce you two. He’s always been out or busy with work when you would come over. I mean he’ll be home this evening now that he’s working from home. We could have study date and watch Netflix afterwards.” Sofia latches onto your arm making kissy faces at you teasingly.

“Sounds like a date then.” You roll your eyes at her childishness. “I need to pick up my textbooks and shower before then.”

“That’ll be fine, i'll have time to clean up my messy room, you’ll never catch me lacking.” Sofia says pointing a finger at you.

You push her finger back to her personal bubble, “Alright mr. clean, i’ll see you later.”

“See ya Y/n.” She smiles giving you a half hug.

You pack your textbooks in your backpack, you were curious to what Sofia’s father would be like. You rubbed lotion on your legs and arms, freshly out of the shower. You desperately needed it after being in the cold, drying your skin. You threw on a pair of comfy shorts and a long sleeved shirt. You didn’t want to get too hot inside incase the heat was on. After slipping on your shoes and locking your front door you text Sofia you’re on the way home.

“Drive safe, xo” She replied.

You rolled your eyes at how she always cared for you and treated you like her girlfriend. Your close friendship made a lot of people on campus believe you two were girlfriends, It made you and Sofia laugh so hard your stomachs hurt. Good times.

You soon pulled into Sofia’s driveway to see her car and a black Audi parked beside each other. You raised your eyebrow, you knew Sofia’s dad was wealthy but you didn’t expect him to drive such a nice car. You exited your car carrying your backpack to the door, ringing the doorbell once. The door opened after a few seconds revealing the most handsome man you’ve ever laid eyes upon. Your brain went blank as he spoke. “Hello, you must be Y/n?” He smiles at you greeting you friendly.

You could only nod, unprepared to speak.

“Welcome in, Sofia is in the shower. She mentioned something about cleaning her room before you got here.” The man says as he allows you inside his hand on the small of your back guiding you to the living room. You stiffly walked dumbfounded, Sofia was always one to do things at the last moment, this is the worst time she could’ve chosen to do so.

“So Y/n, Sofia told me you were offering to help her study?” Sofia’s dad asks standing in the doorway between the kitchen and living room. He walked toward the kitchen to the sink filling a cup of water.

“Y-Yes” You clear your throat before continuing. “She confessed she never studied for her midterms, I don’t want her to fail her classes it’s too important.” You say all in one breath you feel like you need to take the biggest gulp of air.

“Yes, she always puts things off till the last possible moment.” He says bringing the glasses into the living room, sitting them down on the table in front of the couches. “Here’s a drink, come sit. Sofia will probably be a moment, knowing she runs on a schedule of her own.” The man rolls his eyes at his daughters thought process.

You nervously make your way to the couch, sitting across from him, you put your bag next to you, it sinking into the couch from its weight.

“God, what do you have in there, bricks?” He gestures to your backpack.

You look between him and your bag before you speak “Oh, I brought my books along with a few drinks. I didn’t want to make studying boring…” You trailed off, not wanting to hear how more stupid you would sound.

“Drinks? Well let me see then.” He has an amused look on his face.

Your eyes widened a bit, you didn’t ask really if you could drink in his house, so disrespectful of you. “Im so sorry, is it okay to drink here, Mr…” You didn’t know his name, you would feel awkward calling him Sofia’s dad. “Byun.”

“Mr.Byun.”

“Yes.”

“Huh?”

“You asked me a question, my answer is yes.” Mr. Byun has an even more amused expression covering his face, an eyebrow raised in your direction. “Have you been drinking already dear?”

You’re so embarrassed, your first impression in front of Sofia’s dad is going to shit. You’re to nervous to speak correctly or even keep up with the conversation.

“N-no! It’s only wine I-“

“Y/n, it’s okay, I was only joking.” He laughs taking a sip of his drink before standing up. He walks over standing in front of you, pulling the drink out of your backpack. He reads over the bottle before looking to you, “Not a bad choice.”

“Y/n!” You hear Sofia’s voice and you turn your head to find her in her pajamas. She see your cheeks are red and runs over to you placing her hand on your forehead. “Are you getting too hot? Do I need to turn the air on for you? You’re wearing a long sleeve maybe that’s why.”

“Is it too hot in here?” Mr. Byun asks, and eyebrow raised at you. His voice was low.

“Y/n get’s warm easily, she hates wearing coats, even when it's freezing she will refuse.” Sofia huffs, taking your hand and pulling you with her. “Come, i'll lend you a shirt.”

Sofia gives you one of her night shirts, it almost covers your shorts you feel more comfortable away from whatever scene that was in the living room. You wanted to disappear instantly in front of her father.

“Feel better?” Sofia smiles.

You nod.

“Alright, let’s get this shit over with I despise studying.” She groans pulling out her textbooks and highlighters.

“Let’s begin, it’s probably going to be a long night.”

“Ugh.. I need a break.” Sofia whines for the tenth time. “No Sofia, self discipline remember?” You scold her tapping your highlighter on her book. “We aren’t even studying the hard subjects, this is the more simple material.” You try to encourage her.

She whines again, “Fine.. But we need a snack break at least.” She tries to convince you. You’re also getting hungry so you agree.

“But after that right back to studying.” You point at her.

“Yeah yeah, mama’s hungry.” She brushes you off before making her way to the kitchen. You follow her reluctantly.

The kitchen was lit up by the light from the t.v in the living room. Baekhyun was watching some sort of show, you’d never seen it before.

Sofia looked through the freezer grabbing a popsicle, “Want one?” You nod, it could cool you off even more. You become excited when Sofia hands you an orange popsicle.

You open the wrapper and begin to taste it, “Hmm, it has cream in the middle too?” You ask, and Sofia nods. These were the best, especially the middle.

Sofia wonders into the living room staring at the t.v as well. “Is this the show we’re supposed to be watching together?” She gasps, hitting her dad’s shoulder.

“Yes, I didn’t feel like waiting Im so hooked I need to know what happens.” He says turning around to face Sofia.

Sofia pouts, “Well Im not going to let you watch it without me.” She says plopping on to the couch. “Come over here Y/n.” She pats the seat between her and her father. You mentally screamed at Sofia wanting to rip her throat out. This was supposed to be you both studying not watching a t.v show with her fine dad.

“You can sit between us.” Mr. Byun smiled, scooting over to give you more space.

You sat down sinking into the couch, wanting it to swallow you from this scene. “Oh are those good?” You hear Mr.Byun ask, referring to the popsicle you were eating.

“Yeah, the middle is the best part though.” You say before eating some of it again, it really was the best flavor combo in a popsicle.

“Oh really.” Was all he replied before putting his focus on the t.v.

The show was actually very interesting, it was a horror slash thriller show on Netflix. You were kind of hooked to the screen, forgetting all about studying. There was a stinging feeling on the side of your head as if you were being stared at. You didn’t want to look to find Mr. Byun looking at you. But you quickly glanced anyways, seeing his head resting on his hand, staring up at the t.v. He turned his head to catch you looking. He flashed a small smile, his dark hair pushed back out of his face. He was unbelievably good looking, so good looking you didn’t want to be perceived by such a man. You were too into the screen to notice his knee touching yours when he shifted in his seat. Your face became warm, you hated being suffocating in thick fabric but right now all you wanted to be was covered. You were too scared of being rude and moving your leg so you sat still as a statue the rest of the show.

“Wow. That episode was such dog shit.” Sofia said, standing up and stretching, “Im going to the bathroom, i’ll be right back.”

You died once more. Why does she keep putting you in these awkward situations.

“I can practically hear your heart beating, Y/n.” Mr. Byun comments, looking over at your frozen form. He could see the goosebumps on your skin. He noticed your nervousness ever since you’d stepped into the house. He found it very entertaining.

“I-i-“ You mentally facepalmed.

“You don’t have to be nervous around me, I’m just Sofia’s dad I’m not interviewing you for a corporate job or something.” He laughs, placing a hand on your leg. “What’s got you so nervous?”

You definitely couldn’t tell him it was because he looked like a dilf. You opted to lie. “Im not sure, maybe it’s just the weather.” You cough. Ignoring his hand on your knee.

“Hmm, the weather affects you this much?” He asks, watching your eyes dart around the room and not at him.

“Yes.” You answer.

“Are you cold?”

“Yes.” You lie.

“Here.” He slips off his cardigan and places it over your legs. “You must be freezing, with goosebumps on your legs.” He smiles.

Your cheeks redden at the gesture. When was Sofia coming back?

“So what it is that you study Y/n?” Mr. Byun leans forward resting his head on his hand.

“I uh-Im an Art major.” You answer trying to find confidence in this conversation, being this much of a wreck was going to make you look stupid.

“Oh really? That must be hard but a lot of fun at the same time. I took at least one art class in college. My teacher didn’t think I would make anything of it because I, to put it bluntly, sucked. I would have to sell my body before I could sell my art.”

His comment made you double over laughing, your hand covering your mouth. “Im so sorry, that’s such a mean thing to say.”

“She was right though, I ended up becoming an engineer major. She knew I wasn't going far in that class.” He joked some more, laughing himself.

“Art is for your own interpretation, there is not one right way to create it.” You say, playing with the loos thread on the cardigan. “It’s not right to tell someone they ‘won’t make something out of it’.”

Mr. Byun looks at you for a moment, you’re finally looking at him. He smiles, “See.” He says “I told you, you had nothing to be nervous about. We’re having a perfectly normal conversation.” He squeezes you knee, before letting it go.

A small smile finds its way on your lips and you blush, preying he can’t see it.

“Ugh. Im too tired to study, we should just have a sleep over and study tomorrow.” Sofia whines, walking back into the living room. “How about it?”

You look at her and she’s using those pleading eyes, that are so scarily similar to her father’s. Now that you’ve met him.

“Fine, I guess.” You roll your eyes, her childishness never ceases to amaze you.

Sofia let you use their guest room, which had a t.v you hated sleeping without any noise. You soon fell asleep after your head hit the pillow, the light from the t.v lighting the room lowly.

You woke up with a dry throat, needing water. You sat up from the bed before making your way to the kitchen. You dragged yourself to the cupboard to find a glass. The only glass of course was on a shelf too high for you to reach. You sighed and reached for it, barely grazing it. A hand reached up and grabbed the glass, causing you to gasp scared to turn around.

“You’re up late.”

Of course it was him. You slowly turned to face Mr. Byun, his hair messy from sleep and his eyes squinting from waking up. His gray t-shirt hanging from his shoulders along with his black sweatpants, he looked like an ordinary man. He looked absolutely delicious.

“Yeah I got thirsty..” You explain looking from him to the glass in his hand.

“I actually came for the same reason. My throat felt dry.” He laughed lowly, you felt it in your stomach. “Sorry the shelves were built high.” He apologizes, his voice deep from sleep. He grabs another glass and fills them both with water before handing you a glass.

“Thanks.” You mumble, taking a sip. It felt nice going down your dry throat.

“I thought you got warm fast?” Mr. Byun gestures to his cardigan you accidentally took to the guest room and actually was wearing. “It must be cold.”

You forgotten where it came from, “I didn’t actually mean to keep it i'm sorry.” You begin to take off the sweater before he stops you.

“It’s okay, you can wear it. Don’t catch a cold.” He smiles, pulling the cardigan back onto your shoulder.

You thank him again, trying to finish your water asap so you didn’t have to be in front of this gorgeous man.

“You’ll choke drinking that fast.” Mr. Byun raises an eyebrow at you.

“Sorry, really thirsty.” You try to play it off, forcing a laugh.

“Y/n.”

“Yes sir?”

Mr. Byun furrowed his brows at you, taken a back by your choice of words. “Y-you don’t have to answer like that.”

“Oh, okay.” You’re oblivious to the affect you have on him.

“Why are you always nervous?” He asks once again. “Your body language is always off. It’s strange, I just want to know what’s bothering you.”

“Im not sure I can answer that question.” You whispered to yourself. But he heard you.

“Why wouldn’t I? I mean we’re all familiar with each other at least.” He smiles down at you, your heart skips a beat almost putting you out.

“I genuinely don’t think it is a good idea to tell you.” You say timidly, “It’s inappropriate.”

“I understand.” Mr. Byun sighs, “Whenever you’re comfortable you can tell me.” His smile appears again. “Well, sweet dreams again Y/n.”

“Goodnight.”

Sofia noticed your weird behavior the next day, you were distracted while studying. She would ask you a question and you would stare blankly at your textbook unresponsive.

“Y/n.” Sofia snapped her fingers in your face.

You jolted, looking toward her direction. “I'm sorry.”

“This is the fifth time, what is up with you?” Sofia sounded genuinely concerned she’s never seen you like this before. “You keep zoning out, staring at your books. Is there something wrong, do you need to talk?”

You thought about it for a second before shaking your head. “No I’m good, just a little tired I guess. I didn’t sleep that well.” You tried even convincing yourself.

“Hm, okay but if you’re too tired to study we can quit for now and go watch a show in the living room with my dad.” She offered.

“No!” You blurted out too fast, “I mean no I’m good, we really need to study midterms are in two weeks. Don’t you want to pass these?” You tried to save yourself.

“You’re right, I’m just so bored of reading ughh.” Sofia groaned before leaning back on her hands. You inspected her face, it was so crazy how she took after her father.

“You’ll be fine, we’re almost done-“

“Really!”

“With this chapter.” You glared at her as she groaned once more. “Sofia this is the work you put in for college.”

“Fine fine, okay.”

You both read through your highlighted textbooks taking notes in your notebooks. Sofia would asks questions about a certain subject and you would try to answer to the best of your abilities. After about two hours, Sofia ended up drifting off to sleep, drooling on her books. You shook your head before standing up and putting away both of your studying materials. You scrolled through your phone, feeling sleeping as well, trying to fight the tiredness. You also ended up closing your eyes and succumbing to sleep.

“Hey, Y/n.” You felt a hand gently shake your shoulder, and a voice calling out to you. You opened your eyes, looking up to see Mr. Byun. He put his finger over his lips as if to tell you keep quiet. “Follow me.”

You furrowed your brows, he offered you a hand helping you stand up before leading you outside Sofia’s room. “Is everything alright?” You ask once outside the room. “Did anything happen-“ You’re cut off by Mr. Byun coming closer to you.

“You don’t have to play coy with me Y/n.”

“Excuse me?” You’re taken back as to what he is referring to. “Im confused.”

“I know how you see me. Why you’re nervous around me. I don’t want you to feel that way, so I thought maybe addressing it this way would make you less nervous.” Mr. Byun looks you in your eyes with his hands in his pockets.

“I-I how did you know?” Was all you could muster, your face grew red and your words stuttering.

“I could sense the tension between us grow whenever we were alone. You know when people get nervous in front of their crush and they start acting exactly how you are right now?” He’s smiling. Smiling..

“Im sorry, I understand it’s inappropriate-“

“You don’t have to apologize Y/n. Those type of feelings are normal..” He steps closer before hovering by your ear, “I never said your feelings weren’t reciprocated.”

You felt goosebumps cover your arms and chills shoot up your back. “W-what?” Your eyes staring directly in his, scared of his reply.

“Y/n how blunt do you want me to be.” He laughs, he takes your chin between his fingers, tilting your head up to face him clearly. “I like you too.”

Your eyes are wide and you’re afraid you’re shaking with how overwhelmed you feel right now. “I feel like i’m going to pass out-“ You manage to say before you almost fall to the ground fainting.

You gained consciousness waking up to see Mr. Byun and Sofia sitting on the edge of the bed you were in. “Y/n!” Sofia exclaims.

“You’re awake.” You hear Mr. Byun say.

“You passed out earlier are you okay?” Sofia holds your hand poking out her bottom lip at you.

You almost forget you know how to speak, “I'm fine, i'm fine.” You assure her.

“You must have been tired and hungry, so you just fainted.” She says rubbing her hand over your forehead. “We should have lunch now.” She says looking toward her dad.

Mr. Byun nods, “What would you girls like?” “Let’s order pizza.” Sofia pleads, if you never knew a foodie before you do now. “I’ve been craving it all week.”

“That’s fine with me, Y/n are you okay?” Mr. Byun asks, smiling down at you.

You nod, unable to make eye contact with him without turning red.

“Alright, I’ll go make a call.” He says before exiting the room.

Sofia’s scrolling through her phone before she groans, “Ugh I need to run to the school in a bit. I need to pick up some of my books I left.”

You sit up, rubbing your head feeling a headache coming on from being hungry. “You’re always forgetful.”

“Yeah yeah, I know… Later we need to finish that show we were watching last night. I really want to end it so I can start something else.” She shuts off her phone before standing up, offering you a hand. You take it, following her downstairs to the living room. Mr.Byun was on the phone in the kitchen, his hand on his hip with his backside toward you.

“Dad, I have to go pick up my books from class. I’ll be back in 15 minutes tops.” Sofia says as you plop down on the couch in the living room, gluing your eyes to the screen.

“While you’re at it you could swing by the pizza place and pick it up for us hm?” He says walking back into the living room.

“Sure thing.” Sofia says slipping on her shoes and grabbing her keys from the table by the door. “Be back in 30 then.” She jokes, before closing the door behind her.

“Are you okay?” You hear Mr. Byun say, the tone in his voice was concerned.

“Yeah I’m fine, Mr. By-“

“Baekhyun.”

“Huh?”

“Just call me Baekhyun, calling me by my last name while we’re alone is too formal.” He says, standing behind the couch you were sitting in.

“Oh okay, Baekhyun.” You test his name on your tongue. Even his name is handsome, fitting for such a man.

“Listen… About earlier, I didn’t mean to overwhelm you. You could have seriously hurt your head if you would have fallen.” Baekhyun sounds sad to you, it makes you turn around to see him standing behind you.

“It’s okay..” You say shyly thinking about how Baekhyun confessed to you in the hallway outside of his own daughters room. Such a weird thing to think about, if you and Baekhyun actually dated you would be Sofia’s step mom. You wanted to spit out laughing. You? A mom? No way. Let alone dating your friends dad.

“I kind of enjoyed it.” Baekhyun says “Holding you in my arms.”

You can feel your cheeks begin to heat up. “I can’t tell if I’m dreaming.” You whisper to yourself, turning around to pinch your arm. It doesn’t work so you pinch your thigh. You’re still here in Baekhyun’s house.

“What are you doing Y/n?” Baekhyun leans over you, looking down.

“It’s so hard to speak to you.” You confess, “You make me too nervous to even keep up a conversation worth anything.”

Baekhyun is surprised, this is the most you’ve spoken since you came into his house. “I think you’re doing a great job right now.” He rests a hand on your shoulder before he begins to play with your hair.

You feel chills run down your back at his touch. You’ve never been with a man before, never had a boyfriend, only flings with some college guys. Being touched like this is something foreign to you. The feeling of Baekhyun’s hands playing with your hair soothe you enough to calm your nerves. Your body lessens its tense state and you feel more comfortable, not seeing Baekhyun’s handsome face in front of you.

“Feel better?” Baekhyun asks, his voice quiet enough not to scare you. He wants to see you open up to him, and he’s okay with waiting.

You nod, in the silence between you two, your stomach growls. You mentally facepalm, you were so hungry.

“Aww that was cute.” Baekhyun laughs, “Come here you need to eat a snack or something till Sofia comes back.” He leads you to the kitchen, opening their pantry. “Hmm…we have cheez its? I could make you a bowl of granola and yogurt. It’s simple enough for your empty stomach.” He looks back at you over his shoulder.

You nod, not caring what you ate, you just wanted food. Baekhyun smiles before searching for a bowl, emptying a cup of yogurt into the bowl before pouring granola over the top, he stuck a spoon in the bowl and offered it to you. You take it, and scoop a spoonful into your mouth. Your stomach growls again and you frown at it embarrassing you again.

“How are you so cute.” Baekhyun’s leaning on the counter, leaning his chin on his hand.

You chew slowly, just staring at him. What should you even say? You’re always at loss for a response when it comes to him. “Thanks for feeding me.” You sit on the stool at the island, enjoying the snack.

Baekhyun watches you eat, until you finish, a smile on his face. He doesn’t know why he’s even smiling, maybe its the fact he’s feeding you and you’re enjoying it. The intimacy of making something for someone interested Baekhyun.

“You’re welcome.” Baekhyun says taking your dishes and washing them in the sink.

“You don’t think it’s weird?” You ask Baekhyun, who’s back is to you.

“What’s weird?”

“That we like each other.”

Baekhyun lets a smile spread across his lips again. “Yes, very. You’re a bit younger than me, but also my daughters friend. I would be delusional to think this wasn’t strange.” He laughs, setting the dishes on a rack to dry. He takes a cloth to dry his hands, turning around to face you again.

“What do you like about me?” You rest your head on your hand, interested in his response.

Baekhyun walks closer, staring into your eyes curiously. “You have such a beautiful voice. You barely let me hear it but it is soothing. Your eyes are sweet and look very full of life. I liked the combination I guess.” He says, smiling when he sees your eyes struggle to keep eye contact.

“That was sweet of you.” You clear your throat, Baekhyun was so close you could feel his body heat radiate off of him. “I thought you were very handsome… then finding out you were also funny.”

Baekhyun chuckles, “You’re very kind, thank you.” He quiets for a second, looking down at your hands in your lap. He shakes his head again, before giving you space and walking off into the living room. His head is filled with the sound of your voice saying his name. How could this be when you two have only known each other for less than 24 hours. He was absolutely crazy about getting to know you and see the real you. Not the you that was too afraid of him to speak.

You watch as Baekhyun walks off, watching his backside. His broad shoulders were defined by his thin gray t-shirt. He was such an attractive man. You couldn’t wrap your head around how attractive he was. The way he walks, his speech and wording, the smiles he shows you, his voice. His voice was heavenly, the perfect tone.

“There must be something on your mind?” You ask, spinning around on the stool to watch him, your eyes scanning his back.

“Hm, you could say that.” Baekhyun teases.

“You’re pacing the living room, you must be thinking about something.”

“If I tell you what do I get in return for such secrete information?” He stops walking, his hands slide into his pockets.

You furrow your brows, secrete? Would he tell you something personal? “I…i’ll give you a kiss.” You say quietly.

Baekhyun heard you though, he turns around, seeing your figure sitting uncomfortably on the island stool. “Come here.” He beckons you with a slender finger.

You slide off the stool, your feet landing on the ground. You walk towards Baekhyun, stopping a foot away from him, unsure. “Yes?”

“You want to know what Im thinking about?” He looks down at you.

You nod slowly.

Baekhyun comes close, leaning down beside your ear. “You.”

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Not All Monsters (Monster AU!Technoblade x abused!child!GN!Reader) (Part 1)

First series on my blog. I do want to add warnings that the reader is abused. If this may trigger you or bothers you, feel free to ignore this story.

Part 2

Philza sighed as he sat the paperwork down. He had been tasked a child who was deemed an 'unscareable'. The child had multiple high class monsters assigned to them. Eret, a demon whose known for his glowing eyes and shapeshifting, came back to the monster realm, sat the child's file down and said "Get a better monster." Sapnap, a magically gifted beast, attempted to scare the child into submission with hallucinations only to be shot down in a matter of seconds by the kid. Dream, a literal dream demon, came back crying for fucks sake.

Someone knocked on the door of Phil's office. He glanced up, seeing the brutish build of Technoblade and Tommy, who was an apprentice Scarer, entering his office. "New kid or is this the same one that had Dream crying?" Phil sighed as he rubbed his temples. "I have no idea how they're doing this. I've sent several high class monsters to scare this kid, and they're just sending them right back as if they're just flies!" "Maybe you should send me or Wilbur to them?" The boar monster said, the gold nose piercing flying up with every huff from his nose. "I literally just sent Wilbur tonight." Phil groaned. Tommy, the odd little winged Tanuki, picked up the file of the child and started reading it out loud. "Y/n L/n, age 5. Fears: unknown. Lives with their mother. No known father." The young apprentice's eyes widened at the pages of the failed attempts of mosnters. "They were assigned BBH? And made him quit? This is the kid that made him quit?! What the actual hell is wrong with this kid?!" The blonde yelled. Phil sighed as he buried his face in his hands, before moving to brush his hair back. "I don't know what to do anymore. I've sent every single monster I know at them. I called in favors with retired monsters and this kid didn't even flinch!" Techno crossed his arms. "Send me to the kid." "Absolutely not!" "Why not?" "We're supposed to scare the kid, not kill them. You work with adults, scaring them to death." Phil stated. "What does he mean scaring them to death?" Tommy piped in. "The things humans call 'heart attacks' is just adult class monsters scaring them. Unlike you, rookie, I'm a high class monster." Techno shot back. "I'm not sending you to this kid, let Will handle them." "Wilbur's a teen class monster, I highly doubt he'll scared them. Bad was an Adult class monster." "Wait, what's the difference?" Techno shot the apprentice a look. "Didn't you go to school for this?" "Yes...?" The pink haired boar monster groaned, face palming. "Adult class monsters, like me, specialize in scaring adults. Teen class, deals with teens. Kid class, handles kids. Then there's baby class, which should be obvious on what they handle. Then there's the grades, A grade is a high class, having a good balance of everything. B grade is a little bit more weak, usually loud noises or any kind of sounds. C grade is just normal stuff like fears of reptiles or similar. D grade is just easy shit, you know, bed wetters and such. Now S grade monsters, such as Phil and soon to be me, we can do everything and anything." Techno explained. "So what class am I? And Wilbur?" "Wilbur's a teen class B grade." Phil provided. "He ranked up? Nice." Techno stated. "And you're probably a D grade." "I AM NOT!" "Your files say D grade, baby class." Phil stated, raising a brow at the apprentice. Techno smirked, his tusks gleaming. "Shut up you pig." "How original, let me know when you can come up with something original, you feathered rat." Phil cleared his throat, gaining the bickering duo's attention. "Sorry Phil." "Sorry da- PHIL! FUCK!" "Ha! Loser." "Shut the hell up." "Are you two done?" Phil challenged. "Did I interrupt something?" The three turned their attention to the new male in the room, a phantom monster. "How'd it go, Will?" The male shook his head. "I couldn't even find the kid, they weren't in their room." Phil's brows furrowed. "Not there? You sure?" The phantom nodded. "I checked everywhere in the kid's room, their closet, under the bed, the bathroom even. Nothing." Phil sighed. "You sure the medical information was correct? They might be one of the dying kids." "It's correct." Techno rolled his eyes. "My turn, I'll show you how to scare a little brat." The male huffed. "Don't let your pride get ahead of you, Techno." "I'm not!" Phil sighed and handed the file to the boar monster. "Try not to kill the kid." "No promises." The towering male said, before leaving the room to go home. He had to study every little detail of the file before tomorrow's shift. You gotta work smarter, not harder, right?

Techno glanced at the file, the light from his desk lamp creating a glare across the photo of the child. "Why are you such a difficult kid?" He sighed. He picked up the photo, a small h/c haired, e/c eyed child staring back. "What's your deal, kid?" The male asked the photo, obviously not going to get a response. Techno sighed before setting the photo down and gathering the file together. Tonight, he had to scare this kid. He couldn't ruin his perfect record. Brushing his fingers through the pink curls of the mane he called hair, he walked from his home to the his job.

Upon entering the Fear Factory, he was immediately annoyed by Tommy. "I bet you can't scare them!" "Shut up Tommy." "You know I'm right, you big piggy bitch!" "Says the one who hasn't even gotten his first job." That shut the teen up. Techno got to his station as Schlatt was downing a bottle of alcohol nearby. "Whatcha got tonight, piggy?" "None of your damn business, like usual." "Aw, don't be like that." The faun hybrid taunted as he made his way over. "C'mon, I bet I can give you some tips!" "I don't need help, goatman." Schlatt rolled his eyes as Techno opened the file to put the information into the machine that would take him to the human world. The faun hybrid leaned over his shoulder, reading the file. "Oh, you got the tough kid. I had them about two weeks ago." "How'd that go?" "The little shit had the audacity to look at me and throw a book at me." Techno smiled slightly. "You got bested by a five year old? How appropriate for what used to be an S grade Adult class." "Shut up, ya runt. I still have my tricks." "Sure you do. What do they have you dealing with tonight?" "John Kerry, 47 year old veteran. Guy beats on his wife and kids. Claimed that while he was in the military that he met and fought the Devil. Pathetic, honestly." Schlatt stated. "Is Tubbo shadowing you tonight?" "Nah, the little runt's shadowing what's his face. The green guy with the mask?" "Sam? Really?" The faun shrugged. "Works for me, honestly. He gets along with Sam's apprentice. That tall kid." "That's Ranboo, he's my apprentice." Techno said, setting the file down. He started fixing his appearance to be the 'Blood God' the humans knew him as. "I thought Tommy was your apprentice." "He's Wilbur's apprentice." The taller monster stated. Schlatt laughed at the statement. "So pathetic, like him?" "Watch your mouth. Those are my brothers." "My apologies, mister Blood God." "Just get out of here and let me do my job." Techno said as he started on the crimson war paint he wore on a regular basis. "Alright, fine. You're no fun." "I take my job seriously." "Boring! Live a little, pinkie." "Whatever." Schlatt walked off to his station to get ready. "Hey, the vet you had a while ago. Whatcha do to get him to die so quick?" "Bullet wounds, took up a human appearance and then showed my true form." "Nice. Mind if I steal that trick?" "If you actually read the report on what triggers your assignments, maybe they'd curl up and die faster." "Nah, where's the fun in that? Do you think pulling the Alien chest thing might be too much?" "It's your assignment. Do what you want." Techno huffed, setting the brush aside. "I'm going." "Good luck, Blood God." "Don't need it, I have skill." The male pressed the button and opened the door, sending him into a closet.

He carefully opened the closet door and glanced around the room. He wasn't expecting the room to be bare, save for a bookshelf, a dresser, and bed. Glancing at the bed, there was the little brat in question. He smirked, getting down on all fours. A low rumble echoed from his throat as he made his way to the sleeping child, or what he thought was a sleeping child. The kid sat up, making Techno stop in his tracks. A sniffle made his ears perk up. He hadn't even done anything and the kid was already crying? How long has it been since he had a job with a child? He got up slowly, resting in a crouch as he stared at the kid who was staring right back. He tilted his head, the child mirroring his actions. The corner of his lip perked up for a split second. "Are you here to try and scare me?" The kid asked. They seemed to be quite timid for a monster scaring child. "Perhaps. Are you scared?" He asked. "Am I supposed to be?" "Very. You should be very scared." He watched the kid wipe their face. "You don't look scary. You look hurt." Techno raised a brow at the child. "Hurt?" They nodded. He stood up, his true height showing. The child's gaze followed him. "You're tall." He ignored the statement and made his way to the child. "What's your name?" "Don't worry about it kid. Now, are you scared yet?" "No." Techno sighed. "My mommy's scarier." "She is?" The kid nodded. "She drinks these nasty bottles and yells at me." Techno wasn't expecting that. "Yells at you?" The child nodded. "How come?" "I don't know, she just gets mad at me." Techno nodded. A moment of silence passed. "I'm a bad child." "Who says that?" "My Mommy." Techno's brows furrowed. Something wasn't adding up. This kid had numerous monsters leaving, some even crying, but they were so meek and timid. He crouched beside their bed. "What's your name, runt?" "Y/n." Techno knew this already. "Y/n, do you know what I am?" "A monster?" Techno nodded. "I'm a very bad monster." "Bad like me?" "How are you bad?" "Mommy says so. She throws things at me when she says that." The male started to question if this kid was being abused. "Does she hit you?" Y/n nodded. "Y/n, where's your dad?" "I don't know. Mommy said it's my fault he's gone." Techno winced at the statement. "Where's your toys?" "Mommy says I don't deserve toys."

Abuse. Had to be.

Techno sighed, before glancing at the window. It was almost morning. "Are you going to leave now?" "I have to." He said, standing up and starting for the closet. "It's okay. Everyone leaves." The male stopped in his tracks. "Will you be back tomorrow?" "I... I can't promise that kid." "It's okay, mister pig. I don't blame you." Techno winced. "I'll see if I can come back." "Okay. Bye mister pig." "Bye, runt." Techon stepped into the closet and back into the monster realm. He raised a brow at the crowd of monsters. "What do you want?" "Did you scare them?" "No, I studied them." He barked. Techno made his way through the crowd before breaking into a run, going straight to Phil's office. He slammed the door open, the three males inside jumping at the loud sound. The boar slammed his hands on the desk. "The kid's abused." "What?!" "How do I get a human license?" Techno asked. "A WHAT?!" Phil shot out of his seat. "Techno, what are you going on about?" "I want a human ownership license." "One, that isn't what those are called." Phil sighed, sitting back down. "How do I get one?" Techno repeated. "You'd have to get someone older than you to vouch for you," Phil started. "Then you can-" "Someone not related to you." Techno groaned, brushing his hands through his hair. "Do you know anyone that can personally vouch for you?" "No. Wait!" Techno spun on his heel. "How old is Schlatt?!" "You're going to trust Schlatt to vouch for you?" "It's better than nothing, Phil." The winged male sighed. "I'll get the paperwork, but you have to have proof that you can handle this kid, Techno. You can't just snatch every human child." "Phil, I can prove it." Phil's gaze flicked to Wilbur and Tommy. "You two, out." They groaned, but obeyed.

Phil locked eyes with Techno. "Why are you suddenly wanting this kid?" "Phil, they're like me." Phil flinched at the statement. "You know they won't be human the second they come into this realm. Once they're here, they can never go back. We can't have another repeat of the the 'Bigfoot' incident." "That was your generation, this is mine." Phil sighed. "I'll get the paperwork, you just need the kid to agree." "So... blood pact like you did with me?" "If that's the way you want to go, you could do the ink mark." "Ink mark?" "Tattoos, in a way. It has to be something they can draw." The boar male nodded. "You're going to go back tonight, aren't you?" "I promised them." "What happened to no promises?" "Shut up Phil."

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The Daisy Oracle

Pairing: Baekhyun x fem!Reader

Genre / Themes: Fluff, soft angst, a hint of spice, established relationship

Description: In the days leading up to Baekhyun’s enlistment, you find yourself dissecting every word of his and he’s been saying...all the wrong things.

A/N: To accommodate this anon request, the story does not take the “BBH public service worker” route. Dear anon who requested this, i sincerely hope this fic gives you the comfort that you seek. even though i tried to publish this as soon as i could, i hope it doesn’t feel rushed! :)

Word count: ~ 2k

You always had a hard time keeping up with Byun Baekhyun.

On a typical Thursday evening, when you, everyone you knew, and their families, zombified by the obstinate demands of the week, trudged towards the promise of an invigorating weekend, Baekhyun looked and acted like one of those puppies in one of those picture perfect 'family is everything' movies. Always eager. Always happy.

That is not to say that the weight of living eluded him. He'd have his moments where everything seemed rather dull and tedious but Baekhyun always bounced back quicker than most.

In the month leading up to his enlistment, when you'd hoped for your own sake and his, that he'd mellow under the soul crushing burden of an impending temporary separation, his puppy quotient shot through the roof instead. But you didn't have the heart to utter a single word that bore the abominable might to dull his sparkle.

Instead, you revved up your own. Or at least...tried.

He booped your nose and said to you over dinner one evening, "You don't have to pretend, you know?" causing you to flip the switch on him, "What would you rather have me do? Cry?"

Truth be told, you were mad!

Mad at the world. Mad at the laws of conscription, most of all. How could they take this...this...stupidly adorable, angelic, happiness shaped man with a divine voice, endearingly droopy eyes, jelly lips, plump cheeks, and the most delectable nose away from you for such an agonizingly long stretch of time?

"It would be nice," he quipped, looking into the distance as if lost in a deep thought, the faintly heavy texture of his tone nudging you out of your rueful reverie.

Head tilted to the side, you blinked at him, mouthing a confused, "What?"

"Hello! Earth to --! I said, If you cried a little...every now and then….it would make me feel - it would make you feel - "

These callous utterances of his would not only exasperate you endlessly but also shove you back into the despairing hurricane of emotions you’d been trying to quash for his sake and yours.

So you glowered at him in response and he quietly went back to his soup, leaving you to your musings.

Blinkering your attention to the sumptuous spread before you, you wondered why you struggled to push something that appetizing down your throat. Everything tasted either a little too bland, or a little too spicy, a little...unusual and not quite right. Which was strange considering the only reason you loved this restaurant was because they hadn’t changed their menu nor their recipes in decades.

You craved the comfort of the known especially on days like these when the world felt bizarre - inside and out.

“This fillet is too dry,” you whined, washing down your last bite of the salmon with cider.

Brows furrowed, Baekhyun drew his “No ~” out in a question.

“And overly seasoned,” you winced, persistent in your complaining while pushing your food around.

“Here, try the Gyeran Mari,” said Baekhyun, lovingly placing two neat rolls of your favourite banchan into your rice bowl.

Eyes locked with his, a smile teasing the corners of your mouth, you quipped nonchalantly, "You know what? I cannot cry even if I wanted to."

"Really? Why's that?" He inquired with a quirked brow, cheeks puffed with silken tofu.

Waving your phone at him, you replied, "All these airpod head comments online - "

"Yah yah yah!!!" Breaking into a fit of roaring laughter, he lunged at you and pinned you to the floor. Cupping your face in his hands, he kissed every inch of the exposed skin of your face and neck, making your giggles fizzle into a soft moan the moment his lips met yours.

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"Leave the laundry to me. Go get your things in order for next week," you said to a dumbstruck Baekhyun as he felt the jute laundry basket that you'd picked out together over two years ago, swiftly changing hands from his to yours.

When you heard neither a word tumble out of his mouth, nor the sound of his feet padding down the hallway, you stopped dead in your tracks, turned around to face him and spluttered a mortified, "What?"

"No, no, it’s nothing," he mumbled, lips forming a toothsome pout.

Resting the laundry basket against your hip, you groused, "Just say it."

Soft baby pink lips stretched into a wide, gremlin-like grin, he teased, "If I knew enlistment would make your lazy ass pick up some of my chores, I would've enlisted a lot earlier!"

Feigning annoyance, you rolled your eyes in response and turned on your heel to rush to the washer dryer.

In a week’s worth pile of unwashed clothes, stood out a beige t-shirt that he’d worn for not more than an hour last week. It was relatively clean and needed a wash simply because he had no use for it in the following months. You buried your face in the velvety smooth fabric of the oversized garment, yielding to Baekhyun’s lingering saccharine yet woody scent. The dam of your pent up emotions broke loose at the last four words that had recklessly rolled off his tongue. You bit down on your lower lip to suppress it's quiver but the tears in your eyes gave it all away when you turned around to find him standing by the door.

You accepted his unspoken apology with an understanding nod as he nestled you up to his familiar, comforting warmth. And while he gently cradled you in his strong and steady arms, you poured your heart out into the crook of his neck.

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Dressed in cozy black and grey sweats, Baekhyun stood before you, lips pursed, eyes wide, anxiously wringing his hands while swaying from side to side.

"So?" His brows shot up in anticipation of your reaction while you chewed on the insides of your cheeks to keep yourself from breaking into an insensitive fit of laughter.

Crossing your arms over your chest, you managed a feeble, "Looks alright,", feigning your best businesslike demeanour.

A confused Baekhyun’s gaze flew up to his forehead as he gingerly ran a hand over his head. Features contorted in a frown, he remarked, "Prickly."

Then you could hold it in no more.

Instantly convulsed with laughter, you crashed into bed while Baekhyun simply stood there, hands on hips, patiently waiting for you to -

“Let it all out!” He exclaimed loudly while you continued your antics, fully cognizant that the discomfiture in his tone was merely for effect. Baekhyun continued, “I don’t get what’s so funny.”

You threw your hands up and apologized, panting, “Okay, okay...I’m done,” only to break into another fit of giggles immediately after.

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The room was bathed in a subtle gold haze from the bedside lamp as you lay resting your head on Baekhyun's chest, the rhythm of his heart calming the storm within yours. He brought your hand up to his rosebud mouth and trailed gentle kisses along the tips of your fingers before lacing them with his.

"It's not that bad...it's...it's kinda cute, actually. Makes your ears stick out," you whispered against his taut and smooth skin.

"I don't know, I feel a little...different. I've never been bald," he uttered the last word hesitantly as if it were some sort of a deathly curse.

"Being born with hair and all - ,” you remarked casually, cuddling even closer and Baekhyun instinctively strengthened his grip on you.  

The looming presence of the words left unsaid magnified by the second and you prayed a futile prayer... wishing fervently for the time to stop.

“I wonder what our kids will look like. Do you think they’ll be born with hair on their wee little heads and have huge ears like I do?” asked Baekhyun before you could lapse into another silent reverie.

Your heart threatened to leap out of your chest at the incessant carelessness on his part and you only managed a dispirited “I...don’t know" in response.

“Come on! Humour me for a second -”

“Alright," you said with a deep sigh, deciding to indulge him but not without first bracing your heart against these beguiling castles in the air, "hmm.. I...I don't know but I want them to have your eyes."

"No!” Baekhyun protested, “I want them to have your eyes!"

"We're not having this argument again..not today." You tried to subtly release yourself from his firm grasp to fill your lungs with the air he’d snatched with promises so enticing that they made you tremble with fear to even wish for their realization but the more you tried to pull away, he drew you even closer....your darling quicksand.

He laughed, blatantly ignoring the embarrassment flashing across your features having been caught off guard by this unnecessary pop quiz. Eyes welling up with tears, you wondered whether this turmoil was some wicked sorcery of your own heart...or did Baekhyun, in fact, not care at all.

"But don't you think this house is a biiiit too cozy for a big family?"

"We won't have to worry about any of that for a while I believe," you muttered before lambasting him, "Okay Byun Baekhyun that's enough! Stop acting like you won't come visit every few weeks! And- and stop looking at me like that!"

Your expression softened the moment his eyes locked with yours.

Baekhyun sat up with a start. Brows furrowed in confusion, he guffawed, "I'm just wondering how someone this intelligent can be so thick in the head sometimes!"

Immediately sitting up to face him, you nearly squealed, "What do you mean?”

Shaking his head, he let out a deep exhale. Mumbling incoherently, he drew a key from underneath his pillow and lightly flicked your forehead with it. Chuckling at the very apparent bewilderment on your face, he grabbed your wrist and thrust the key into your hand.

Puzzled, you merely blinked at him, unable to form words.

"I bought the place that you liked,” he stated matter-of-factly but an unmistakable spark of excitement danced in his eyes.

“No, I don’t get it.”

“All that house hunting wasn't for Baekbeom." Baekhyun used air-quotes when he said house hunting and gave you a sly smile. Despite the telltale exhilaration in his tone...you were still pretty confused. Baekhyun and you had spent almost all of your weekends this year property hunting with his brother and sister-in-law. They’d said they were looking for a bigger place since the Byun family was to “expand”.

“But - I thought they were talking about themselves! I-”

“You what?”

“I can’t believe I fell for -”

“You walked right into it, Ma’am!”

“But you all made it sound so convincing!”

He coolly quipped, “A quality I would like all four of our future children to possess.”

Baekhyun’s grand gesture knocked the wind out of your lungs and you were suddenly flat on your back. Lying down next to you, he took your hand in his and sneakily slipped a ring onto your finger. A silent tear rolled down your cheek as all of the emotions that had been simmering inside you clawed at your throat rendering you speechless and breathless. Despite that, you managed the courage to meet his eyes only to find them brimming with tears. With his hand on your cheek, Baekhyun closed the distance between you and whispered, "I love you," against your lips before pulling you in for a deep kiss.

"I love you, too," you responded, nestling into his cozy frame.

"Yah! Don't get all emotional with me!" Baekhyun teased while gently stroking your hair. Voice down to a whisper, he continued, "I'm just getting everything in order...like you’d asked me to," before placing a chaste kiss on the top of your head.

You always had a hard time keeping up with Byun Baekhyun.

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[judeboogaloo]

Dream Ref page + headcanons  Uhh c!Dream used to be a manhunt celeb, so he used to be actually be interviewed on television before starting up the land of the Dream SMP. 

[ID: 3 digital drawings all done with a pixel brush of the character Dream, from the Dream SMP. The First image is labed “ DREAM SMP DESIGNS - DREAM” in blocky font and features an image of a full body shot of a masculine figure standing at three-fourths perspective. He is wearing a white mask with a smiley face drawn on, a green hoodie, grey-purple cargo pants and brown hiking sneakers. He also has on a white chest harness, matching axe hip harness, and white hiking gloves. To the right of the drawing, there is a list with 7 bullet points, all featuring more information about the design. They are as listed: “Covers himself head to toe consistently while in public, including gloves; only ever dresses ‘normally’ during rare press interviews”, “Has a chest harness/backpack that functions as his inventory. The front connecting strap also serves as a place to connect a go-pro camera for filming”, “The insides of his hood has a thick black mesh, similar to a pith helmet (the mask goes on top of the mesh)”, “Wears a hip harness for his main weapon. An axe.”, “His mask is actually quite heavy since its made of polished quartz, so he uses curse of binding to keep it on during manhunts. Filming always ends directly after Dream dies so he doesn’t respawn on camera without it.”, “He has multiple copies of his masks and preserves one after every manhunt as either keepsakes or future auctionable items.”, “Triple-knots his shoelaces (Like a weirdo)”. To the left of these bullet points there are two small illustrations of a front-view and a back-view of the a small whtie chest harness with a tiny backpack attached to the back. The backpack on the back is styled after a minecraft chest block. 

The second drawing is labeled “SHAPESHIFTING - DREAM” in the same blocky text, with a description underneath, “Dream is able to shapeshift to a minor degree, (compared to Quackity and Karl) only able to change his facial appearance and smaller body attributes like physical density, scars, and hair. Shapeshifting requires active concentration for Dream and he can easily fall into the uncanny valley because of odd facial expressions or unnatural facial proportions. It's easier to mimic faces he's already seen in real life and with enough stress, he's unable to maintain a human face at all.”. Underneath this description, there are 4 profile shots of different faces with a corresponding caption underneath. The first face is of a white androgynous man, with a slim nose, dark brows and wavy blonde hair that curls around his thin face. The age of the face is not easily perceptible but he looks to be youthful. He has a disinterested look in face and his eyes are strangely big and pupils are void black. There are no imperfections on his skin besides the two beauty marks on his chin and the one beauty mark underneath his right eye. This face’s description reads “One of Dream's earlier faces that he used for private business meetings. The eyes are completely black because he wasn't able to make them green. It was notably scuffed on its proportions and would unnerve his coworkers, which he found funny. Dream no longer uses this face but enjoyed the challenge of creating moles.” The second face is of a masculine young adult with green eyes and broad lips. His face is marred with a lip scar, a mild sunburn, freckles, a nose bandage, and a left eyebrow slit. He has a blonde undercut and light brown eyebrows, curved upwards in a sympathetic expression. His description reads “One of the faces Dream used on the Dream SMP, specifically made throughout exile. While this appearance has been changed consistently, Dream has always kept freckles on this one. This face is used the most frequently and has the most exposure, permanently sunburned from all the time Dream spent on the beaches of logstedshire. Curiously, this one has slowly morphed to look almost similar to Tommy's face, passing as a possible relative. Whether Dream did this intentionally or subconsciously isn't known.” The third face is an older white man, around his late twenties or thirties. He has long light brown hair, streaked with blond that crosses in front of his very pale face. He has patchy stubble and hollowed cheeks, implying that he is possibly sick or starved. His dark purple eyes are curved in a dull expression and the palette overall is very desaturated. The description underneath reads, “ The face Dream's been seen using in prison during BBH's visit. Originally, Dream had made this face as a "rugged" older look for himself but its beauty has decayed in prison, malnutrition creating a sallow look and pitted eyes. He made his hair longer in length to braid continuously in prison to occupy his time but wasn't too concerned about the color. His eyes are the same shade as the obsidian.” The last face is a completely dark face that looks almost like the silhouette or shadow of a normal person. There are no distinguishing features to the outline other than the outcropping of short hair, swept to the left. Inside this dark shape, there are eyes roughly where they should be, with green and black swirling pupils. There is no nose. In place of a mouth, there are two rows of bright white teeth but no visible gums or lips. The face has an indescribable emotion and the caption underneath reads, “Dream’s actual appearance.” The third image is a canvas full of smaller doodles of Dream, both in his human transformations and as his shadowy true self.]

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[exosmutfactory]

Only Forever—Interlude

How long could you wait for the love of your life to decide you are his as well? How many times could you witness all his best moments of winning over agencies and the amount of clothes left overnight from his daily one night stands?

Main Masterlist | Bookclub zone | Pre-Chapter 7✓

networks — @/superm-net @/bbh-net

pairing — Baekhyun x You

word count — 1.0k

genre — model! baekhyun, playboy! baekhyun, friends to lovers! romance, angst, fluff, smut (eventually)

[ This chapter contains: a conversation 💕 ]

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Interlude

Life can pass you by in the blink of an eye. Seconds turn into minutes. Minutes flow into hours. If you aren’t careful, you'll lose track of days and weeks at a time.

Unfortunately, that’s how you feel after this new development between you and Baekhyun. You spent the last few days running on little sleep and a concerning amount of coffee to make it through your pile of assignments and vigorous work routine. Wake up. Work on school stuff. Take an extra shift. Sleep. And repeat.

If you had a choice, you would work fewer hours and take fewer classes at once. But you need to graduate on time. You need to pay your bills. If you had taken on an extra job like you usually do for winter and spring breaks, your bank account wouldn’t be looking so bare right now.

Like 98.99% of the rest of your country’s population, you don’t have the luxury to “relax” or a rich relative to rely on. You have to grind for every single extra penny you can make until you earn your degree to work the high-paying job of your dreams. That, or die trying.

You sigh, sharply sucking in a breath when you roll a stiff shoulder. After a particularly long shift yesterday, you woke up with most of your body screaming in agony. You’re just a young adult but damn if your bones aren’t already creaking from countless hours of hard labor. How many months ‘til graduation again? You aren’t getting any younger out here. You’d much rather put your blood, sweat, and tears into a career that you are passionate about, which brings you back to the present.

Sitting stiffly in the secluded corner of an upscale coffee shop, you wait impatiently for your companion to arrive, already wincing at the price of your drink and a small pastry. When is my next shift? You can’t help glancing down at the calendar on your phone, regretting all your life choices.

“Hey,” an all-too-familiar low voice floats into your ear, interrupting your thoughts.

You look up into warm brown eyes, taking in the man in front of you. Baekhyun’s hair is neatly parted in the middle, an endearing curl to the ink-black strands swept across his forehead. You blink a few times at the expensive sweater he is wearing, you can only imagine that it is made out of a thin material when you know how smotheringly hot the weather is outside today. “Hi,” you greet him dryly, regarding him with what you hope is a serious expression as you watch a look of surprise cross his handsome face. “We need to talk,” you continue, cutting to the chase, hyper-aware of his unwavering stare. “...What was that the other night?”

Baekhyun sets down his drink on the table, tentatively sitting across from you, brown eyes catching the sparkling rays of sunlight. “The other night?”

Your hands twitch as you hold onto your own mug for dear life. The confusion on his face, as if—

You choose not to linger on that because the last thing you need right now is to overthink before this conversation even begins. “You came to my apartment,” you remind him, trying to hold his thoughtful gaze, your heart racing in your chest. “In the middle of the night.”

“Yeah?”

“And kissed me.”

Baekhyun takes a sip of his coffee, licking the cream left on his lips from the overflowing lid. He regards you quietly for a moment, tilting his head. “...was I not supposed to do that?”

You resist the urge to hide your head in your hands. This is going nowhere. “You said we would talk about this,” you explain, gesturing to the space between the two of you. “Not show up at my place, make out for 5 minutes, then just-” you flush, but you have to get this through to him, waving your hand more to get your point across, “run back out the door.”

“I had a flight.” He justifies, and you can only groan in embarrassment, looking away. This awkward conversation is going to be the end of you.

“I know.” He literally sent you a picture of Big Ben in all the giant clock’s glory in the middle of your cramped study session—okay, time to change tactics.

“Just… Talk to me?” you look up at him, meeting his eyes. You immediately lift a finger before he can respond, recognizing the furrow between his brows and the frown on his parted lips. “I don’t expect you to quit your job. Just- communicate with me more, please? So we don’t fuck this thing up?” Any more than I already have… Because you’ve had enough relationships where the lack of communication ended up being the main reason for all the bad fallouts.

The thought must show on your face because Baekhyun’s eyes soften, his warm hand covering yours. “I know, I’m sorry. I said we would, I just-” He shakes his head, looking down at the table, raven bangs falling into his eyes. “I had to see you that night, but it was unfair of me. You can’t just-” He cuts himself off when his gaze drifts somewhere over your shoulder. Baekhyun bites his lip for a moment before meeting your gaze again, his expression pinched and jaw set in resolve. 

You watch him warily, shifting slightly in your seat to see what he’s looking at. All it takes is another flicker of his eyes to a nondescript man lingering at the front of the coffee shop for you to pick up on what he’s trying to say without words. Because even in a place like this, with highly trained waitresses and baristas, your conversation is limited.

The reminder stings in your chest. Yeah. There goes another nail on the coffin: just because you caught Baekhyun’s interest doesn’t mean social media and paparazzi are no longer an issue. It is a very big issue. Very. In fact, earlier Baekhyun had instructed you to walk into this establishment from the back entrance because he knows that a handful of camera-crouching goblins are stationed at the front door.

...

Yep. Reality never fails to bite me in the ass.

But looking up at Baekhyun’s earnest expression, you can’t stay mad at him.

Part 1| Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | PRE 7✓ | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 |

A/N: 

I made a goal to focus on this story this year, and like all my plans go, trouble finds me in 3’s. A lot of family heartbreak (relationship wise; I can’t trust anyone but my mother anymore) in November, my girlfriend and I broke things off the same day the family troubles struck, and at the beginning of this month, I lost a 5 year long friendship because neither of us was ready to be in a relationship yet they wanted to accuse me of things and tie me down right after I finish school. You can guess why writing best friends falling in love is hard on me lately… but if there’s one thing I have left, it’s my stubbornness, so I will do my best. It’s just hard.

Anyways, many lovely readers wanted these love birds to talk things out, so I hope this (short, smh-) chapter clears things up a bit!

—a bit, ‘cause I wouldn't be a writer if I didn’t write flawed characters :'D always be prepared for disaster to strike.

Thank you for all the lovely comments and support last chapter. I'll reply to everyone when I can. I love how y’all think!!! This all seems too good to be true, doesn’t it? 🤭 You all make these late nights spent writing worth it 🥰💕💕💕

Bye~~~! See you next time!

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[7wanderingpaws]

Mess We Made - first (m)

Pairing: Baekhyun x reader

Genre: arranged marriage au (not bbh), doctor AU, highschool AU (first chapter only), university AU, fluff, ANGST

Words: 9.4K

WARNINGS: mature content, unprotected sex, cheating (not bbh), terrible family relations

Quick A/N: Finally, the anticipated full story for this drabble is coming! This will have more chapters! I am a bit self-conscious about this one. But I think it is a good challenge to grow as a writer. Hopefully it worked. Please let me know what you thought? ^^

Plot: You were willing to put the both of you through suffering without realizing you might hurt Baekhyun's feelings in the process. Even though he was yours, you were never his. And he would not stand in the way anymore.

tags: @byunfirstlady​ (hope you dont mind the tag; you were interest and since its been ages I tagged you to let you know 🥺 if you want to be tagged/untagged please reply to this post)

parts: first -- second -- third -- fourth (final)

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Mess We Made, part 1

“Psst,” you heard from your right side as you walked through the corridors of your high school. Before you even managed to look in the direction of where the sound came from, a hand grabbed you, swiftly bringing you into the darkness of the corner, the cold wall pressing into your back. Baekhyun came into view with his breath-taking smile as his lips hovered over yours, stretched out in a mischievous smile. “It's me.”

Instantly, you grinned, mimicking his wide smile. “I was looking for you.”

“Well, I found you first,” he whispered, and leaned in, pressing his lips to yours in a gentle manner.

He had been your boyfriend since the second half of the first year in high school. You were now both seniors, ready to graduate and enter your chosen universities. You both chose the same one, the idea of not being able to see each other too ugly to risk going to different schools.

You felt Baekhyun's hands slide down your sides, reaching the hem of your short uniform skirt and his feather-like touch made you squirm and laugh right into his mouth. He followed suit with giggles. “It tickles,” you said, and looked into his smiley eyes.

He hummed, though didn't stop his wandering hand as he massaged the upper part of your thigh, the touch sending trembles down your legs, your heartbeat growing frantic. “But you like it. When I touch you there.”

Your breath hitched in your throat, growing red. “Yeah. But only when it's you.”

These final months in high school were those moments when boys were becoming very horny, the skirts of the uniforms girls had to wear driving some of them crazy. Baekhyun, thankfully, wasn't as affected, though you were thinking if it was because he already had access to you. You would tear his head off if he tried to touch another girl, but he just wasn't that type of a guy.

Same went for you, too. Baekhyun had a sharp gaze and if he saw a guy trying to lift your skirt up, he would just deal with them in his hapkido language, and nobody wanted that. Baekhyun was a literal martial arts superstar of the school. And also a terrible nerd. He was cool and nerdy. What a combo.

While that was him, the smiling, mischievous boy many girls grew a humongous crush on, you were the more unfortunate one, though many would immediately disagree. A daughter to a huge business company, money was something that was never an issue, to put it lightly. Having your own personal driver, needing to attend pilates classes to keep your form, visiting a dermatologist at least twice per month, eating small portions… everything that would scream rich, was basically you, as much as you hated it.

The reason for your hatred was simple: you didn't belong to Baekhyun's world. Likewise, he didn't belong to yours. But how would that define anything, when both of you were literally all over each other at any given opportunity, feelings too strong to fight them? Did social status really mean something? Baekhyun was studying hard to become a doctor, wanting to bring children to this world, and he had one of the best grade averages in the entire institution. Meanwhile, you, of whom it was highly expected of, didn't have it like him. Studying was not exactly your forte, and you ended up following your parents requirements of applying for business school, so that you would study something that was running in the family. As long as they did not intervene in your relationship with Baekhyun, you would accept and agree to anything. But Baekhyun was untouchable. No matter what would happen, it couldn't, by any means, include him and you always made sure about it.

“'Cause you are mine,” he murmured in your ear seductively, and you melted in his arms.

“That, I am. Always,” you replied breathily, standing on your tiptoes to crash your lips on his before anyone could catch you not spending the break outside of the building.

You just wanted to spend time with him before your family would whisk you away from him, like they always did. Rarely have you had the power to decide your free time, sitting at your father's meetings, mothers cocktails, boredly listening to conversations about money transactions that made you feel uneasy.

“Plans for tonight?” he asked as he gave your thigh a final squeeze before letting go, patting your skirt back down to its normal form.

You hummed, leaning back on the wall lazily, your chest pushed out. “Grandparents are coming over. From mother’s side,” you said, already tired at the idea of the dreadful encounter.

Baekhyun nodded, though you could sense he was a bit disappointed. He never said anything, though. It was safe to say he was used to the way things were working with your family. After all, it had been two years by now. Two years of your relationship. And with each passing moment, the both of you seemed to grow even fonder of each other. He never complained. He loved you.

“Sorry,” you sighed again, closing your eyes for a moment when you felt his palm on your cheek that forced you to open them again, his gaze gentle. He leaned in, nudging you with his nose.

“There is nothing to be sorry about, love.”

“Of course there is,” you replied passionately. “I really want to spend more time with you, Baekhyun.”

“You will. We will be together. Once university starts-”

“Can you understand that you consume my thoughts every second? And when I am not with you, the time just drags and it's like a small hell because I cannot see your face-”

Baekhyun kissed you, interrupting your small outburst. You moaned quietly, shyly, bringing him closer by his tie. He played with your lips, teasing you with his tongue, but he wouldn't go further than that. You were in school and as much as he was mischievous, he wouldn't go that far. “I love you,” he whispered.

You smiled brightly. “I love you, too.”

“And I will wait for you no matter how long it takes, okay? Don't feel sorry. I should study anyway,” he shrugged nonchalantly as if it really weren’t a big deal.

You smiled proudly while massaging his ear with your hand. “Always responsible, my prince.”

Just like you knew he would be, your driver was waiting for you, his face typically devoid of any emotions as you trudged to the school gates, ignoring the snickering gazes of students scattered around the entrance. Baekhyun was with you, hand in hand and just before you would reach the car, you stopped to kiss him goodbye. 

“Text me,” you demanded, looking into his eyes.

He nodded, and his long hair fell into his eyes. “I will.”

Not wanting to let go just yet, you took the opportunity and brushed his soft hair out of his eyes while he gently gazed into yours. 

“Promise me you won’t go against your parents,” he said suddenly, his voice quiet and hushed.

You focused on him, slowly retreating your hand from his hair. “What do you mean?” you asked, despite having a very good hunch. He knew your family very well, if not from what you have told him already, then from the experiences of when you would bring him home to study together and his parents would be cold and heartless, especially to you, not accepting your relationship with Baekhyun at all.

He sighed and looked somewhere else for a moment, letting the surroundings absorb in his mind before facing you. “I don’t want something happening to you. It just seems to me that the more you go against them, the more they will push you, mentally or physically. And I don’t want that.”

His worries made you feel warm. Someone actually cared for your well-being, unlike other people you were blood-related to. “I will be a good girl, hm?” you murmured, hearing your driver opening his door to get out, obviously impatient. “I will obey. For you.”

Baekhyun nodded and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “That’s the talk. Now go, before Mr Lee loses his cool,” he said, stepping away from you and nudging his head towards your driver who already opened your car door, obviously urging you to hurry.

You pressed your lips together and waved at your boyfriend one more time before turning and sliding inside the car, the door shutting loudly behind you, voicing the driver's dissatisfaction with your attitude.

Even if you wanted to wave at Baekhyun, you knew he wouldn’t see you. The windows were completely black.

You were dressing up for the dreaded dinner when your mother entered your room. Without knocking, of course. She looked at your dress of dark-red colour combined with a cute black bow on your back. The A skirt was hugging your curves just the right way and the hem stopped in the middle of your thighs that were covered in black stockings. Stylish, you thought.

“Slutty,” was what she said, frowning, her forehead wrinkled into three layers of skin. “Change it.”

You looked at her from behind your shoulder, sending her a poker face before facing your mirror again. “I like it. I won’t change it.”

Your mother sighed, crossing her arms over her chest. “You’re ridiculous. Who are you dressing up for? Your lover boy isn’t coming tonight.”

“And whose fault is that?” you fired back, hating whenever they as much as mentioned him. He was too good to be pronounced in their mouths. “It ain’t mine, mother. So stop irking me!”

“Watch your tone,” she said in a low voice before sighing deeply and shaking her head. “Listen. Your grandfather and grandmother will be here soon, so change. You know they are very conservative.”

“I’m not even showing skin,” you muttered, frustrated.

“You’re still a high school student. You aren’t supposed to be looking like this.”

Swiftly turning around, you walked to her slowly. “I’m not supposed to be having a chest? A butt? I am still growing, you know. Out of all people, you should know.”

“You have those because you eat more than you should and thanks to your boyfriend you are more horny than it’s okay for someone your age which leads you to have a big appetite,” she deadpanned. “So cover yourself up. This is not a strip club.”

Your mouth fell open, complete disbelief widening your eyes. She must have not been serious. But you knew she was, so what was more annoying was the fact that you still got angry and you still fought back, despite knowing their preferences for years. You tried to ignore the sting in your chest when she talked about food and about the way your body naturally worked. You were a hormonal teenager. Why couldn’t she understand?

Quickly remembering the promise you made to Baekhyun, you collected yourself and, although in pain, you nodded. But before you could answer, your mother continued: “Besides. Given the nature of our get-together today, you do need to look more responsible.”

That made you frown in confusion. “What does that mean?”

She smiled, though it was rather smug than anything else. “You will find out soon enough.”

“Mum!”

“Change,” she commanded, something dark flashing in her eyes before she walked out of the room.

Annoying tears burned in your eyes, and you quickly grabbed your phone, wanting to complain to Baekhyun, but he beat you to it and you found messages from him sent only a couple of minutes ago that immediately pacified your wild emotions.

i’m thinking of you ❤️ always

even now

and even now

and now too

gorgeous 😘🥰

You smiled through your tears, the need of wanting to be with him growing by tenfold. He melted all the negative emotions you had in yourself and you sat down on your bed, your eyes scanning the texts, the emoticons, and then the picture you had for him. He was being silly on it, wearing your sunglasses and pretending to be a girl group member looking seductive.

With a final look, you nodded to yourself, determined to follow what you had promised. 

Changing into a white shirt politely tucked into a black pencil skirt with your hair strictly tied into a knot, you looked like any worker in your father's company; not standing out, conservative and a little bit numb.

Only one thing was eating you away as you made your way downstairs to the huge dining hall, your parents already  welcoming your grandparents whose eyes gave you a strict look over. 

The nature of this dinner. 

What could that be?

All of the dinners had something into it. Your parents never did anything just for the sake of doing it. If there wasn’t something profitable in the action, they would never bother. But what did they want from your grandparents?

“Oh, finally you decided to show up. What are these manners, letting your old folks wait for you, hm?” Your grandmother’s words sounded like crow’s wailing. Annoying, terribly annoying. 

“Excuse me. Had to dress up properly for your company,” you replied in a calm tone, not paying attention to her nagging. You walked up to them and bowed politely, respecting them.

Your grandma scoffed, frowning at you while your grandfather’s eyes crinkled up a bit in a small smile, though he didn’t say anything besides nodding once to acknowledge your polite greeting. 

“Let’s just sit, shall we?” your father voiced, motioning to the prepared dining table adorned in a cream table cloth. “Before the food gets cold.”

“Yes, yes, we have things to discuss anyway,” rasped your grandmother as she sat down.

Your father was at the head of the table while your mother and you sat on his right, your grandparents on the opposite site. You ended up facing your grandfather for which you were thankful. He was one of the less evil. In fact, he barely ever showed any interest in the happenings around the dirty business your family was involved in.

Now that you thought about it, you didn’t know about him and your evil grandma. You had been secluded from any warm interaction since young age, so you never even bothered asking how they met and how they fell in love. How did grandfather even deal with someone like her was beyond your understanding.

Once your mother started talking in her superior tone, you concluded that your grandfather still managed to raise up someone like your mother. He probably wasn’t any better than the rest of the family.

“We have been in close contact with the rival company,” she started and you suppressed the need to roll your eyes.

Servants put all the food in front of you; seaweed soup, lots of side dishes, meat, fish, rice, rice cakes and corn tea. You usually liked the food but given you had to listen to another business talk, you lost your appetite.

“Their son is already in his thirties, so they requested the marriage as soon as our daughter is out of high school.”

You jumped in your seat, knocking your knee in the table rather painfully. You didn’t have time to curse and look at your mother, who continued talking as if nothing was happening: “Obviously we need to finish this deal before any more losses could happen to our business. Their company is overflowing with profit-“

“What are you talking about?” you snapped, not watching your tone that came out rude.

Your father frowned. “Your attitude is honestly disappointing. How can you talk to your mother in that to-“

“I am not getting married to anyone!” you shouted, growing hot-headed, your knee throbbing in pain. “I-I have a university to attend soon! How can I marry before getting a degree?! And I have a boyfriend-“

Your mother laughed drily. “How on earth can you even consider that boy?” she said, looking at you with utmost calmness. “He is just a middle-class boy.”

Your grandmother and father joined her in chuckles. “Don’t be silly,” said your grandmother. “It’s just a high school crush. It’s always about experimenting and not understanding what love is. Silly teenager stuff.”

“What do you know about love?” you asked doubtfully, turning to your grandmother with a death glare to which she returned it back.

“How dare you question your elders?! Calm down this instant and listen!”

If it were possible, fumes would be coming out of your nose and ears. You couldn’t believe what you just heard was true. It couldn’t be. You wouldn’t allow it.

“Besides,” started your father in a scolding manner, “you are not good at studies. We agreed to let you attend the university you chose, but your studies will be fruitless since you didn’t study as you were told to. You aren’t a man either,” he scoffed and gave a side eye to your mother who now froze. “But that isn’t your fault that you weren’t born a man. That’s someone else’s.”

Completely at loss for words, you fell back in your chair, devastated at what you just heard. Not only he degraded you, but he now attacked your mother.

In a sudden need to defend your mother as a woman rather than as your parent, you snapped: “It’s the amount of sperm that a man manages to put into a woman that decides the gender. If it’s anyone’s fault that I am a girl, it’s yours!”

Everyone went silent at what you just said, your father so shocked his mouth hung open. He blinked a few times, regaining his posture but you were already standing up. “I am not marrying anyone! I already have a boy-“

“So you do all the dirty stuff with this boyfriend of yours and that’s why your mouth is so nasty!” came your father’s voice like a thunder.

“She needs to break up with him. He is no good influence on her,” butted in your grandmother nonchalantly as she slurped her seaweed soup.

You snapped your eyes to her, and to your grandfather who was frowning down at his empty plate.

“I won’t break up with Baekhyun.”

“Then keep your delusions up. But once you're out of high school, the ceremony will take place,” said your mother resolutely, sending daggers your way. 

“I don’t want to do anything with your business,” you now said in despair. “I don’t want to own your company!”

Your father snickered drily in disgust. “You won’t own our company, daughter. You’re useless as it is, so we are going to merge the companies. That’s the only way we can save our hard work.”

You shook your hair. “No, I refuse!”

“You don’t have a choice,” shrugged your mother now turning back to her plate. “You can do whatever you want, but your fate is in our hands. That’s why,” she emphasized and looked at you, “for your own good, break up with your boyfriend. He is no good news. Save yourself the heartbreak. He is with you for the money anyway.”

You stood frozen, keeping the gasp in. Tears were spilling out of your eyes and you turned around, running back to your room, sobs leaving your mouth.

You always knew your family was a nightmare - cold, scary, emotionless. But this was too much for your young self.

All you wanted was warmth, safety and honest emotions.

All of those were what Baekhyun offered you.

He was more than just a boyfriend.

He was love.

That night, you didn't call Baekhyun, instead deciding to text him back to let him know that everything went fine. He was studying anyway, and if you wanted something, it was for him to become successful in a field that he was passionate about. Unlike you, who barely had any hobbies, let alone passions.

Finally crying yourself to sleep around 3am, your alarm went off too early in the morning, a strong headache first thing you felt as you turned off the blaring thing.

Sighing, you fell back on the comfortable pillows, their lavender smell engulfing your senses and momentarily offering a calming pat on your headache. Closing your eyes, you felt your eyes well up again, the idea of having to break up with Baekhyun just not adding up in your mind. How could you do that? Why would you deprive yourself of the only source of light you had in your life? For someone you never even met. Someone who seemed to be much, much older than you.

“I'm not doing it,” you whispered into the stillness of your room, your voice hoarse. Tears slid out of your eyes and down your sides until they tickled your ears. “I'm not.”

And with that, you faced your day; you washed up, put on your uniform, packed the necessary books and headed out, not saying your morning greetings, nor eating breakfast. Ignoring your surroundings, you went out not even waiting for your driver. You decided you will take the mundane route to school that day: bus and metro like Baekhyun did everyday.

“Hey, are you okay?” Someone’s fingers appeared in the line of your vision. Fingers all too familiar.

You looked up to see a worried Baekhyun, his shirt untucked and his tie loosen-up around his neck giving him the typical goofy, laid-back look that lived up very well to his personality. You managed to smile. “Yeah, just tired. Didn’t get to sleep much.”

“And why is that?” he asked, taking the closest seat to yours, looking around to check if the owner of the seat wasn’t there. When you pursed your lips, debating what to say, he added gently: “What is bothering you, hm? You know you can tell me.”

Releasing probably the nth sigh of that day, you closed your eyes for a moment before looking at him. “Let’s talk after school maybe. It’s not something to discuss here.”

Baekhyun nodded but you saw the rapid thinking his mind drifted off to. He could sense trouble, especially with your family. “Alright, let’s do that. But your driver-“

“He didn’t drive me to school, so he won’t be driving me from school,” you said in a monotone and Baekhyun raised an eyebrow at that.

“How did you come to school?”

You shrugged. “Like you do everyday. Public transport.”

Slowly, his mouth stretched to a soft, lopsided smile, his hand reaching out to caress your cheek with the back of his fingers. “Enjoyed it?”

You mimicked his smile, his touch easing up the tension you couldn’t get rid of since last night. “Yeah, thoroughly. Only you were missing. Then it would be perfect.” 

His smile only grew and you turned your head slightly, kissing his hand before he retracted it, keeping the eye contact while he kissed the same spot your lips touched on his hand.

You watched in small awe and you giggled when he added a louder smooch. “You’re unbelievable.”

He let out a laugh, standing up when the bell rang. “But you love me.” He squeezed your shoulder.

“That I do.”

After that, you couldn’t focus any more in any of the classes. Once again it was proved that you wouldn’t be able to even imagine your life without Baekhyun next to you. Yes, the idea of marriage was scary but you’d marry him. In an instant.

Finally coming up with a way to make something out for yourself and of that damn deal your parents made, you slipped out of the classroom as soon as the bell rang announcing the end of your last class of that day. Quickly pulling out your phone, you hid in the toilets and dialed your mother's phone who lazily picked up after countless attempts.

“What.”

So you were still in a war zone. “If I am to get married,” you started without further ado, “he can not touch me. And I won’t be breaking up with Baekhyun.”

It was silent for a moment before your mother let out a laugh. “Oh, honey. We do want you to finish university first before anything else will happen.”

She didn’t add anything more which confused you. “Okay, either way, I won’t be breaking up with Baekhyun.”

“Do whatever you deem correct. Though I bet he won’t like you getting married to someone else? Didn’t you always say how loyal he was?”

You grit your teeth. “Why do you suddenly care about his loyalty?” you hissed, pacing in the small toilet space. “That isn’t your business. You will always get what you want and I already said I will comply but on my terms.”

“Your terms are cheating on your husband? Or on your boyfriend? I really don’t know where this attitude comes from in you. Neither me nor your father are like that-“

Before she could finish, you burst out laughing. “What? You aren’t like that? Don’t be delusional, mother. You’re trying to marry me off for your own profit!” you exclaimed, raising your voice. “The only thing I am asking - no, I am going to do it whether you like it or not. I will be with Baekhyun. I’ll be with him until he breaks up with me.” Because there was no way you would do it.

Your mother was silent for a moment and then she sighed. “Do as you want. As long as you sign the papers…” she trailed off. “I have a meeting now. Let’s discuss once we are home.” And she ended the call.

You realized you were trembling only when you finally let your hand dangle next to your body, already tired from the fights. 

At least she didn’t say anything against the idea.

You took it as a positive sign.

You didn’t go home that night. Baekhyun suggested to sleep over at his house and you gladly agreed. It wouldn't be the first and certainly not the last time. His parents knew you well and you always felt their warm welcome whenever Baekhyun brought you home with him. His mother was a great cook and whenever you saw her, you were reminded of Baekhyun's kind smile.

“Are you staying for the night?” asked his mother with a laugh when you greeted her with a polite bow.

You smiled shyly, nodding and looking up at Baekhyun who was gazing down at you encouragingly. “Yes, if that is okay, auntie.”

“Of course! It's Friday night anyway. My son just keeps studying and not living his young life properly so please, be our guest.”

“Thank you,” you smiled and she said she would prepare a late dinner for you while you and Baehyun went to his room to change into something more comfortable.

“Could you borrow me some of your clothes?” you asked once in his room as you were working on unbuttoning your uniform's shirt and watched shirtless Baekhyun roam in his drawer for your favourite shirt of his.

“Here you go,” he said, coming up to you with the shirt and joggers, but instead of handing them to you, he just put them on the bed and mumbled a soft: “Let me.”

His fingers took over the unbuttoning process, and you closed your eyes at the feathery touch of his hands as he uncovered more skin. When he was reaching your stomach, he paused and you cracked your eyes open, finding him gazing at you intently before his eyes fell to the middle of your breasts that were exposed. He unbuttoned the last two buttons swiftly and then pushed his hands inside the shirt, dragging his fingertips over your hips and waist, tapping each bone of your ribcage until he slid his hands up to your shoulders, sliding the material off. “You want to keep your bra?” he asked, almost as if he wasn't breathing loudly, mimicking your rapidly rising and falling chest.

Shaking your head gently, you mumbled a soft no before he nodded in acknowledgement and with one hand unclasped the bra. He stepped even closer, your nose almost touching his broad and very naked chest. You felt his breath on your cheek as he whispered, pulling on the straps of your bra: “May I?”

Swallowing harshly, you nodded and looked up at him to find his fiery gaze intently set on you. When he pushed the straps off your shoulders and your bra fell to the floor, you shivered at the cool air hitting the hot skin as Baekhyun's fingers were back again, dragging them from your back through your underarms until he reached the sides of your breasts. His breathing was irregular, hot puffs hitting your face while you whimpered softly, egging him on to finally grab you.

“You're so beautiful,” he whispered shakily and you let out a loud sigh when he finally took a hold of your mounds, squeezing them gently in his palms.

You brought your arms around his neck, stretching the skin on your chest and you kissed him hungrily, the heat in your core growing almost painful for not being satisfied as you so badly wished you would be.

Baekhyun pushed his tongue into your mouth, going for a dirty kiss right away as he gave a final, stronger squeeze to your breasts before letting them go, bringing his hands down to your backside, bunching up your skirt in lust. He let out a satisfied moan when he grabbed the meat, his finger momentarily sliding inside and between your thighs. You were fast to break the kiss, needing air and also needing to whine because you needed him so badly.

His naked torso pressed now to yours, his hands cheekily teasing you and grabbing you, he was all about games.

“Baekhyun, the food is ready! Come quickly before it gets cold!” shouted his mother down the hallway, thankfully not coming to Baekhyun's room. You froze in his arms nonetheless to which he chuckled.

“Relax,” he murmured, pressing his face into your neck. “She knows not to disturb when my door is closed and you are with me.”

Letting out a breathy laugh, you let go of him just when he did.

“Once we are back,” he said, helping you put on his big t-shirt. “I will take care of that wetness down there. Seems pretty severe.”

You quirked an eyebrow, looking at the tent that was asking for attention over his joggers. “You sound so unaffected.”

He looked down just where your eyes were set and chuckled as if it was nothing. “Oh, sweetie, it's always like this when I'm with you. I just can't help it,” he said and leaned in, biting your earlobe. “You bring out the man in me.”

Everything was a long lost dream and you should have known it. Things you imagined and desired were not what the reality had in store for you, and it just made it more difficult for you to face Baekhyun. Even when you went on the last high school trip where you had the biggest fun, made the most exciting memories, sneaking behind the group to steal a small kiss, even all of that was not able to lighten up your damp mood. Somehow, it was possible for you to fake it, but you would have been dumb if you ever thought Baekhyun believed your words or smiles. He could sense trouble from miles and given the nature of your family, he was always well-aware of how many troubles could grow overnight in your household. He just wouldn't know the severity of the problem. And you weren't planning to tell him, just like you promised yourself and your mother, not until Baekhyun would break up with you.

And right now, it was your graduation day.

The D-day had come when you would have to say goodbye to all your friends, even the fake ones, and you would be a little closer to losing Baekhyun. Except you wouldn't know it would happen that fast.

“Congratulations!” squealed Baekhyun's mother who was fast to hug Baekhyun and you both at the same time, squeezing you to her chest. Your face was pushed into the colourful bouquet of flowers that smelled wonderfully - but from a distance. You tried to  squeeze your eyes shut but you just looked down, catching Baekhyun's worn-out converse sneakers.

Baekhyun snorted a laugh when he saw your face in the freezias, and gently pushed you away from his mother to protect you. As you straightened up, you managed to scrunch your face just in time to sneeze.

“Oh dear, I'm so sorry,” giggled Baekhyun's mother and even his father chuckled from behind her which made your heart warm up.

“It's alright, auntie,” you waved your hand, feeling your eyes watering up but you laughed nonetheless because - how could you ever be mad at such a sweet woman who was the only person on Earth to have the right to call Baekhyun hers? As much as you wished, you were nowhere near close to have the right for him to be yours. And maybe you would never be. “Looking at you, I wonder how was my son able to sweep you off of your feet! You're so beautiful!”

You smiled shyly and felt Baekhyun's soft gaze on you, ready to reach out for your hand before his mother pushed the bouquet into his arms. “This is for you, son, and this is for you, my dear,” she said, giving you one as well.

Just when you were about to thank her politely and bow, your mother's cold voice interrupted the merry atmosphere, your happy smile dying down as you turned to face her, your father and a- stranger? A man, to be exact.

“Here you are,” she said, sending a cold smile towards Baekhyun's parents, ignoring your boyfriend altogether. She stepped closer so she wouldn't be overheard, and muttered: “I guess your wishes will come true soon.” She leaned back and you followed her with your eyes as she stepped aside. “Mr Kwon, please meet my daughter,” she introduced you before continuing, “and this is Mr Kwon Minheob, your fiancée. Greet him properly!” she ordered but you didn't even process what she said.

Standing frozen, your arms were about to let go of the bouquet you just received were it not for Baekhyun who was fast enough to get the flowers out of your grasp. “Oh, that's great news! I'll take these for you!” he exclaimed with a smile and you looked at him with pure horror in your eyes. “Congrats by the way! I will miss you as my classmate!” he added and quickly bowed to your parents. “I'll see you around someday!” And with that, he turned and left.

In that instance, many things were swirling around in your brain - complete, utter shock, overwhelm, fear, heartbreak. What did Baekhyun just do? Why did he say that? And where was he going-

“Nice to meet you,” said the older male with a deep voice. You turned your stare back at him, hearing your heart beating in your ears. “What a pleasure to finally meet you. I have heard a lot about you and your studies. It is so nice of you to lower yourself and your status and attend a regular high school with ordinary people. I believe we will have a lot in common.” He finally uncrossed his hands from behind his back and you found a pastel pink bag dangling off of his somewhat thick fingers. “And this is my congratulatory present for you. Congratulations on graduating high school.”

Once again, you just stared at the bag, unable to make your own hand move and accept the gift with a polite bow like you were expected to. The only thing ringing in your mind was Baekhyun and him only. He found out much sooner than he was supposed to and you hated yourself because he was most probably hating you right now. What was worse - his parents were there, too. They all saw it when it all seemed like you were just about to stay with their son forever. Yet, your family, as always, ruined it all and you weren't sure if you would recover.

Looking up to the tall, grown man, it didn't take you a lot to know he was far from anyone you could have feelings for, ever. The words he just spoke, the malice he said them with, was everything you were standing for. Obviously, he was no one you could have things in common with.

Your father stepped next to you and, painfully, pinched your side, making you gasp and automatically reach out for the gift with a low bow. His fingers were squeezing your skin through your dress and it rushed tears in your eyes, but you blinked them away while accepting the gift and staring at the polished shoes of Kwon Minheob.

“Nice to meet you,” you mumbled, straightening up. The gift bag felt heavy in your hand but you tried not to pay too much attention to it. Eventually, your father also removed his hand from your back and he gave you a pressed smile, though you didn't look at him. “Congratulations, our daughter. Now we can go all to our house and have a good di-”

“I'm sorry, but I still have, eh, friends to greet and meet,” you said, “we also all agreed to have our last meal together as a class,” you added, looking up to meet your father's eyes. You weren't lying; the entire class wanted to meet and have chicken and beer. Preferably spend the time loudly somewhere in a good restaurant.

He shot you a dissatisfied scowl, but you held his gaze. “Until when? You won't be meeting them anyway, why waste time?”

“Exactly,” pressed your mother and smiled brightly at Mr Kwon, who kept observing you with quite an unreadable expression. “And we have Mr Kwon to entertain.”

Quite literally you thought you would start wailing right then and there; everyone was going against you, nobody seeming to listen to your words. Just when you felt tears prickle your eyes, Mr Kwon spoke up and surprised all of you.

“That is not necessary,” he declared, giving a curt smile towards your parents, “she is still young and should enjoy her classmates one last time. I suppose it will be difficult to do it once they all go their own way,” he said in a diplomatic voice, looking at you the entire time. It took a lot in you not to flinch and shudder under his gaze. “So go and enjoy, miss, and I will meet you soon to have a more private conversation with you.” You nodded quickly, though blood was already draining from your face at the idea of what he suggested. Mr Kwon turned to your parents. “I will leave you to entertain your daughter and I will reach out soon.”

Before anyone else could say another word, he gave a short bow and disappeared in the mass of people.

“You do realize-” your mother started, but you were fast to push the bag into her chest, not caring whether she caught it or not, and dashing for the direction that Baekhyun disappeared into.

Of course you were aware how much you would get scolded once you actually faced your parents, but right now you couldn't care less. It was better to get scolded, but losing Baekhyun or even making him hurt just the tiniest of bits made you resent yourself.

And so you pushed past crowds, stopping to say hi, keeping an eye out for any coconut head out there with a family that shone brighter than yours would ever shine. Just when you were about to lose it and start straight up crying in the middle of the crowd, you felt a hand intertwining with yours and you just knew. He didn't turn you around, but you felt his body behind yours and it was you who turned, facing him with a scared expression. 

“Baekhyun,” you whimpered. Seeing his kind smile made you want to slap him because why was he like that after what he heard?

“Hm? Want to tell me about it now?” he asked gently and combed your hair out of your face, his smile growing by an inch. “Pretty.”

You took a deep breath, shakiness overtaking your legs from unwanted pressure. “It isn't what you think it is.”

“Then what is it?”

“I don't want to marry him,” you said and this time, your tears rapidly grew in your eyes and were rolling down your cheeks. “I-I-I never… I mean, not yet. I did-didn't know he would come, I never saw him before and-”

“Shhh, calm down,” he hushed, bringing your face to his chest, hugging you to himself. “Let's talk about it another time.”

“No,” you said, hiccuping, “I am not losing you, Baekhyun.”

“You aren't.” “I'm not losing you,” you repeated, closing your eyes and pressing your face more into him, taking a deep breath of his scent, feeling up his warmth and presence. “I'm not losing you.”

He called your name gently. “It's fine. Don't cry, hm? You know I can't stand seeing you cry. I am not mad and I'm not going anywhere,” he whispered urgently into your ear.

“I just hate my family so much,” you mumbled into his chest. Baekhyun's shirt must have been stained by make-up by then, but neither of you cared. “And I don't want their terrible attitude to damage you.”

“It won't damage me. You are important to me, you. Look at me, hm? Look at me, darling.”

You sniffed and stepped away a little, tilting your head so you could see his kind eyes. He cooed, reaching up to run his thumbs under your eyes. “My little raccoon. Let's enjoy today, alright? Just us. And our classmates,” he added with a little laugh.

You smiled weakly, nodding. Anything Baekhyun wanted, he would get from you.

Your entire class hoarded into a chicken restaurant in Hongdae, the loud cheers and chatterings making many people turn in interest to look at you. You sat down around your girlfriends while you let, though reluctantly, Baekhyun join his pals. Even though you would exchange reassuring looks here and there, you still felt incredibly anxious about the incident earlier. In fact, you were so swallowed up by the idea of losing Baekhyun that you didn't  even think about the actual fiancée, Mr Kwon.

But instead of focusing on that, you decided to enjoy tonight, for you knew events like these won't be coming up for you anytime soon. If anything, your freedom was close to gone.

“I am going to start my own clothing brand,” started one of your classmates that was sitting next to you, munching on her piece of chicken meat. She went on spilling many details that didn't add up in your brain, though you listened carefully to every word she said.

“You don't have your degree yet,” you replied eventually and took a gulp of your coke.

“Funny, coming from someone like you,” she snickered, “you can decide you want to own an island and you will.”

You sighed, rolling your eyes but your classmate just shrugged.

“I can assure you she won't,” came in Baekhyun's voice. “I know it pretty well, since I'm her boyfriend.”

The girls exchanged looks. They all had a secret crush on him, so his words made them a little embarrassed. “Would you even marry her?” they teased.

“I would. In a heartbeat,” was his answer and you looked at him with huge eyes, your mouth that was slightly oily from the chicken hanging open, your heart frantically beating in your chest.

The entire table hollored and whistled, and you caught your boyfriend smiling proudly at you, eventually sending a confident wink. He tapped his mouth with his index finger and then pointed at you. You felt your lips stretch instantly, because you knew he meant “close your mouth”.

“Whew, you really are lucky,” muttered the girl next to you, changing the topic completely.

His hand was intertwined with yours once again as you were slowly walking along the Han river. Ttukseom Han river park was, as always, busy with young people. It gave a great view on Gangnam and Cheongdam that were lying on the opposite side, the city lights of the tall buildings reminding you how life revolved around money and basically anything that smelled even the slightest of capitalism. You found yourself despising all of it.

“Cat stole your tongue?” muttered Baekhyun playfully into the chilly air as he swayed your connected hands.

“Just… thinking,” you replied and made sure your sides were brushing.

He didn't reply, instead letting silence overtake again, but you knew he was curious. He wanted to, and deserved, to know.

“Did you mean it?” you asked, looking at the dark water.

“Did I mean what?”

“That you would marry me in a heartbeat,” you said softly, scared to actually pronounce those words. They sounded so unnatural, for some reason, despite them mirroring everything you ever wanted in life. “What you said during dinner.”

“Yes, I meant it and you know it, too, sweetheart,” he said, shaking your hand.

You smiled to yourself. If you wouldn't spill the beans now, you would probably never find the guts to talk about the main issue that was simmering like the water in a pressure cooker. “My parents want me to marry that man for business. Something along merging their companies or whatever,” you started. “I found out a while ago but I was fighting them. And then you made me promise to obey,” you sighed, feeling the well-known dread eating up your insides, “and I had to agree. But I don't want to.”

“So that's why you weren't yourself,” he muttered more to himself than to you, and he stopped walking so he could look at you properly. When you wouldn't meet his eye, too ashamed, he put his index finger under your chin and made you tilt your head up. “Why didn't you just tell me from the beginning?”

“Baekhyun,” you whispered in disbelief, “how could I? It isn't some news about apples growing backwards.”

He chuckled. “Well, you have to admit, that would make the headlines.”

You giggled, rolling your eyes. “You know what I mean.”

He let out another chuckle through his nose and slid his hand up so he could cup your cheek lovingly while thinking over his next words. “When are you supposed to marry him?”

You swallowed. “Maybe after uni? I … I never wanted to talk to them, so I don't know exactly… I insisted after university graduation.”

He hummed, running his thumb over your lower lip, his gaze focused on the way he parted your lips. “So, we have four more years?”

You pursed your lips, not liking the idea of having limited time with Baekhyun. “Of course not. I will always be with you.”

He sighed, and eventually dropped his hand on your shoulder; you tried not to feel disappointed. “I think this is more complicated than you think, love.”

“How is it complicated, Baekhyun?” you asked stubbornly. “I love you. I saw that man today for the first time in my life. How can I marry someone I don't know and barely ever saw? He is almost twice my age, Baekhyun. You know this is not okay and you also know it doesn't make any sense.”

“And you know business is anything but emotions,” was his fast reply.

“I don't care about their business.”

“And they don't care that you don't care.”

“Bu-but I just don't care! I will be with you behind his back and-”

“And how would that make me feel?” he fired back, now both of you slowly getting heated up from the small exchange of opinions. Baekhyun just asked something you never wanted him to utter. If you were to talk about him, of course, he was the victim. He'd become a secret lover; the forbidden fruit.

When you didn't reply, he nodded, his hand falling off your shoulder. “I understand.”

“Baekhyun, let's talk about this step by step,” you tried, reaching for his hand which he, thankfully, didn't retreat. “We still have a long time until any of those things could even happen. Maybe it won't happen - and I will try my best not to let it happen. But let it not affect our present. Please,” you added with urgency, looking into his warm eyes.

When Baekhyun was troubled or sad, his eyes seemed to become even more down-ward than they already were. This time, it was no exception and you wanted to reach out and make the wrinkles go away but you didn't. “Let me just think this matter through, alright?” he murmured eventually.

You pressed your lips together and nodded while you stepped close to him, snaking your arms around his waist. He gladly took you in, letting out a deep sigh as he hugged you to him and kissed the top of your head. “It will be okay.”

“May I sleep at yours tonight?” you mumbled into his shoulder after a moment of silence. “I just cannot imagine going back to that hell.”

He rubbed your back gently. “Of course. My mum is already expecting us. We shouldn't disappoint her.”

You leaned back a bit and stood on your toes to press your lips to his. “You're the best.”

And so, after walking a little bit longer and enjoying the faraway noise of the busy roads and nightlife Seoul, you slowly made your way back to the metro station, heading for Baekhyun's house, and your safety.

The both of you were lying on his bed, his parents long asleep, the quietness of the apartment giving you a sense of safeness. Baekhyun had a book open on his lap while you were doodling something you weren’t sure what was yet. Manual work seemed to preoccupy your mind enough and sadly, even with Baekhyun next to you, you couldn’t find your peace of mind. 

“Aren’t you tired yet?” whispered Baekhyun and looked at you, and on the paper to see what you were so focused on. “It’s already 1am. Your parents will want you home early-“

Your sigh interrupted him and you put down the pencil rather harshly as you sat up properly to face him. “Since when do you care about them? You know I will go home whenever I want to. I don’t care, so you shouldn’t either.”

“I don’t want you to get into trouble, okay?” he said back, his voice quiet but low. “There has been enough drama.”

“What worse can happen? They want me to let go of you. That is the worst punishment for me.”

Baekhyun’s gaze softened and he also sat up properly to face you. “I know. I can’t lose you either. And I wasn’t intending on that. I meant that they might lock you up and then I won’t be able to see you so soon, hm?” he murmured gently, his lips puckering with each word as he reached out with his hand to caress your cheek. You leaned into his touch right away. “I want to enjoy what we have now.”

You smiled gently when you recognized your previously uttered words and grabbed his hand that was cradling your cheek. “You know I would sneak out just to meet you if I were to be locked up.”

He rewarded you with a lopsided, handsome smile. “You shouldn’t, you little devil.”

You sighed and shimmied yourself closer until your knees were touching his. “Kiss me,” you whispered breathily, already eyeing his lips.

He observed you a little longer before his eyes dropped on yours. Softly smiling, he leaned in, now both of his hands on your neck to angle your face. The softest of touches was what you felt first before he pressed his lips harsher, moving his mouth against yours. Your hands snaked around his neck to urge him on while he opened your mouth and invited himself in. Without meaning to, you let out a satisfied hum that seemed to ignite Baekhyun because he pressed harder, slowly making you fall back on your back, head on the pillows.

He grunted as you spread your legs so he could settle himself there as your kiss grew dirtier, all tongues and teeth, battling for dominance. Your fingers were messing up his hair while his hands were touching you over the fabric of his pyjamas.

It was your whines and a couple of pulls on the hem of his shirt that made Baekhyun lean back so that you could undress in haste, both of you eager and very much horny. Finally feeling the hot skin of his chest press up against yours he was too eager and he already lined himself up at your center, needing the release without any foreplay.

“Just keep quiet, alright?” he reminded softly into your ear under which he placed the softest kiss before he started pushing in, your mouth falling open, but your juices doing a good enough job for his easy access.

You gasped rather loudly and he silenced you with a messy kiss, interrupting it with harsh pants on your mouth as his eyes were closed in focus, his forehead pressed against yours. You panted and tilted your head to chase his parted lips while he pushed himself in all the way, reaching the stillness that you very much needed.

Unable to take the pain, your eyes were squeezed shut, scratching Baekhyun’s back while the other hand fisted his blanket. 

“Just a little longer,” Baekhyun whispered urgently, lips against your forehead, repeatedly puckering them in tiny butterfly  kisses. “The pain will be all gone, I promise. I’ll make you feel like no one on this planet.” He moved the slightest bit, the friction making him hide his face in your neck and mouth at the skin.

Your heaving chest was pressing up against his and with his next movement, you felt the tingles of pleasure that he promised you just heartbeats ago. Giving Baekhyun the sign to move, he started rocking, already setting up a faster pace for he couldn’t wait any longer. Your influence on him was too strong, his emotions for you too overwhelming. In his eyes, you were so sexy, beautiful, sensitive, and absolutely alluring. It would be brutal if he had to hold back while having you underneath him.

Who did he try to lie to? He went absolutely crazy at the idea of him having to leave you for another man; some old dude who didn’t even know you. It might have been the reason why he grew relentless, pushing you into his mattress and snapping his hips, your face of pure ecstasy only fueling his passionate drive. He hated the entire situation. He didn’t want to share you. He never wanted to have a secret relationship with you. If he imagined a future, besides him becoming a doctor, it was your presence next to his the entire time.

Baekhyun was never one to be aggressive and stubbornly go against every rule, unlike you. In your relationship, he was the cold-headed one, the peace-maker, always fighting for what the brain said instead of the heart.

But right now, his heart was in despair, already feeling the beginning of a heart break. He thrusted into you with such passion you really couldn't contain your moans and he wasn’t sure he wanted you to keep quiet anymore. Let everyone know that you belonged to him.

He bit your skin just under your collarbones, tasting the sweat, and you gasped, fisting his hair which prompted him to grunt and reach your g-spot.

“Cum for me,” he whispered harshly, biting you again and then moving his face to push his tongue into your open mouth. “Cum for me and say my name.”

He didn’t have to tell you as you were already panting his name like a mantra that would bring you to heaven. Your walls were pleasurably stretched out, the throaty sounds he made bringing you over the edge. He followed soon after your breathy moans and your arching back that caused your breasts to press to his sweaty chest made him lose it.

His arms snaked in the space between your back and the mattress and he squeezed your body to him, hiding his face in your breasts that he mouthed and licked at sensually while feeling himself release.

With one last bite to your sensitive nipple, he moved to kiss you, your tired smile welcoming him. “I love you.”

You combed his hair away from his damp forehead. “I love you more.” But please don't leave me.

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Through Fire and Ice Chapter 2

(Technoblade x Reader)

Chapter 2

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Note: I’m slowly but surely posting these here, but there are a few more chapters posted on AO3.

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Phil stood at the head of a long dining room table in the middle of his house, Tommy, Tubbo, Fundy and Ranboo stood to the right of the table while Wilbur, Dream, Sapnap, and George stood across from them on the other side. Phil eyed them all, before clearing his throat.

 “Techno still hasn’t come back,” Phil spoke grimly, “Whether or not there is an end to the storm, I’m going out there for him, if he’s not back by tomorrow.” Silence hung in the air. Ranboo gripped on to the chair in front of him. He had taken a liking to Techno. At times Phil could understand why, they were so similar in so many aspects.

 “I’ll go with you,” Ranboo spoke up with a waver in his voice. Phil gave him a soft smile and shook his head. Ranboos green and red eyes flicked up to Phils for a split second questioning him, before he hastily looked away. Phil heard a soft enderman sound escape from Ranboo. He was taking the news about Techno hard.

“Ranboo, I need you here,” Phil said frankly, ���Techno can take care of himself. The man has the sheer willpower to keep living. I am going alone just in case the inevitable has happened and because I can cover more ground,” Phil motioned to the wings of the elytra. “This is where the rest of you come in…” Phil leaned forward his hands on the table. “I don’t think that this is a regular snowstorm.” His eyes flicked to Dream who had his arms crossed and his face covered by his mask.

 “Do you think it will ever stop?” George asked from behind Dream. Phil shook his head his eyes lowering to the pattern of wood on the dining room table.

 “Maybe?” Phil shrugged, but that was the coldest chill that Phil had ever felt. Not even the tundra felt that cold to him. “But I can’t ignore the fact that when the dragon was slain this started happening… In the middle of summer.”

 “Alright,” Dream spoke up. “You have us here, what would you have us do?” Phil thought about it for a second, his nails digging into the wood of the table.

 “We may have to go underground boys.” Phil straightened himself up, “I can build something to keep us warm underground, but first I have to find Techno.” Phil’s eyes flicked to each person in the room. “Ranboo, Tommy, and Tubbo, you will need to start a mine one big enough to hold as many people as we can,” Phil looked between Wilbur and Fundy, “I need you two to find and bring as much livestock, saplings, and seeds back to the mine” Both Wilbur and Fundy nodded. “Dream, Sapnap, and George are the rescue team for anyone out there.”

 “I can ask Antfrost, to scavenge around, maybe BBH will help him with that as well.” Sapnap offered leaning on the table toward Phil. Phil nodded.

 “We will need all hands on deck for this one boys,” Phil straightened up. “I would get started immediately. Make sure to stay warm.” With that the group nodded and scattered to do their tasks. Ranboo stayed back, his eyes trained on the floor.

 “What if Techno is gone?” He whispers. “I don’t want to forget him…” Phil’s heart ached for Ranboo.

 “He’s not, I promise Ranboo.” Phil was unsure, but it had been hours since they had departed from the desert. He had to keep Ranboo stable. “Techno and I have lived in tundra’s before, if anyone knows how to survive this mess it’s him.”

 “But this isn’t like any tundra I’ve seen Phil.” Ranboo clutched his memory book to his chest. His fingers twitching over the cover. “What if you get hurt out there too? Then you both won’t be here.” This caused Phil to put his hand on Ranboo’s shoulder.

 “I know the risks, Techno did too when he separated from us. I will find him Ranboo, and I will bring him back. That is a promise.” Ranboo kept his eyes to the ground.

 “You… Promise… Okay,” Ranboo let out a sigh. “Just know, if you don’t come back, I’m going after you too.” Phil thought about this for a second.

 “Alright… But I sure as hell am not leaving Kristin.” Phil squeezed Ranboo’s shoulder slightly. “I am coming back. I have to.” Ranboo nodded.

 “I believe you Phil.” He finally said after a second. “I’m going to go help the others with the mine now. You should rest up for tomorrow.” Ranboo waved over his shoulder and left to go find the others, leaving Phil alone with his thoughts.

 -

 You were still unconscious, Techno had wrapped you up in several blankets, because the cold was starting to get to him even with his fireplace on full blast, he couldn’t imagine how you felt. He thought you would have woken up by now, and it was starting to worry him that you weren’t waking up. He was lost in his thoughts. Resting an arm up on the mantle he watched the flames dance around the boiling cauldron of water. He had filled his bathtub for you a while ago and he was worried it would get cold at this rate.

 The rustle of the blankets could be heard, and he turned to look over his shoulder at you. You had balled up on your side. The blanket exposing your back which was still caked in blood. Your body was shaking, and he could see your eyes weakly open. He let out a sigh of relief and he turned to you, kneeling to cover your exposed back with the blankets. His fingers lightly grazed your back, touching some of the blood.

 ‘Slaughter.’

 ‘Kill her.’

 Techno flinched, withdrawing his hand from you quickly. Swallowing down the lump in his throat he made eye contact with you.

 “Who are you?” You managed to get out. When you spoke it invoked a coughing fit that made you dizzy. When you had stopped coughing you couldn’t stop shaking.

 “Technoblade,” He replied in his monotone voice acting indifferent to the fact that even the smell of your blood was causing the voices to come back. “Just Techno if you live.” You frown, not knowing whether he was joking or not.

 You gave your name as you coughed into the blanket; your lungs started burning.

 “Do you think you can manage a bath?” Techno asked. You nodded sitting yourself up. Your muscles started aching and you winced. Techno watched your every movement, you were definitely swaying a bit, you could feel it, and the movement made you dizzier and dizzier with each moment passing by.

 “I just need a moment.” You refused to ask him for help. You shut your eyes tight, hoping that would help your dizziness. Your nose was stuffed, and you had to rely on breathing through your mouth. You started to push yourself up off the ground. The blankets falling off your body, causing a shiver to run down your spine at the cold air rushing to your body. The muscles in your legs screamed at you to stop but you kept pushing through. Technoblade hovering over you as a safety net. You only got to two steps before you started falling forward. Techno dove for you wrapping his arm around your waist and pressing you to his chest.

 “You’re not getting anywhere on your own.” Techno towered over you. Watching you pout your lips out in determination. He could tell you were agreeing with him. His grip tightened on you, and he carried you to the bathroom with ease.

 ‘Look how pretty the blood looks on her skin.’

 ‘More.’

 He had to stop himself from shaking, this was proving harder to deal with than he thought.

 ‘You know you wanna.’

 The voices taunted him, and he wasn’t sure if you could see it in him. He let you grab a hold on the tub for stability.

 “Call if you need anything.” Techno was desperate to leave the room. You gave a little nod and with that he had strode out and shut the door behind him. He breathed a sigh of relief happy to be away from you. It wasn’t you but it was the situation you were in. He damned himself for not being able to control the voices.

 “I’m so weak.” He spat out, his nose wrinkling in disgust at himself. The urge to stab something was still strong and he made a move to the food he had prepared ahead of time to cook.

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 The water around you had turned to a rust color by the end of your bath, the heat was soothing, especially in the cold but it wasn’t long before the water started to run cold on you. Leaving you shaking in the water once more. You pushed up from the bathtub. Looking around, you find a towel sitting there with a change of clothes- his clothes. You sat on the edge of the bathtub drying yourself off, afraid you were going to fall. That would be awkward for both parties if you lost your strength again when you weren’t clothed. You felt your cheeks start to heat up from him catching you earlier.

 “You’re ridiculous,” You whispered while you internally screamed at yourself. You didn’t want to owe this man your life but here you were. Being in debt to someone wasn’t something you wanted to be in. You wanted to be alone, that way no one could use you. You were done with that. Or at least you thought you were. Your lungs burned and you felt another coughing fit sneak up on you. You spit up what you could in the sink. Your nose was still stuffed up, which annoyed you. The cold air rushing around your body was almost too much.

 You looked down at his clothes that he set out for you and sighed. When you put the brown pair of pants on, they were loose, and you were grateful for the belt he left for you as well. The white blouse was too big but doable. Stabilizing yourself on the wall you walked out of the bathroom to see Techno cooking steak potatoes and carrots. He motioned at a chair sitting next to the fireplace and you promptly sat down eager to get as much heat as you could. Before too long Techno had a plate of food in front of you.

 “How are you feeling?” He asked. Shrugging, you felt his eyes on you, he sighed and before you could stop him, he put the back of his hand on your forehead.

 “You’re burning up,” Techno said flatly, “Do you want me to waste all this effort on you just to have you die on me?” You felt a stab of guilt and shook your head. “You need to tell me these things.”

 “I’ll be out of here in a few days…” You looked him squarely in the eye. “I won’t be a drain on your resources for much longer.” The silence was deafening, and you both were left in a stare down.

 “That’s not really the issue here Y/N.” He kneeled so he was eye level with you. “Wasting resources is one thing, even in this… Whatever this is.” He motioned to the windows which showed the everlasting snowstorm. “I know you don’t want to die. So, let’s help each other out. I have places to be, places that are much safer than out there, you can stay there. I can’t get us there if you’re hiding things from me and making yourself even more sick.” You nodded averting his gaze.

 Stabbing your fork into a carrot, you sighed, you couldn’t taste most of the food you were eating, because your nose was stuffed. He huffed out and stood above you. Making a move to look out the window.

 “You’re acting like the snow won’t stop… Why?” Your question caused him to look over his shoulder at you. His golden eyes reaching your gaze. Before too long he was facing the window again.

 “…Just have a feeling, given the circumstances.” He didn’t want to tell you the full story, at least not now. When you didn’t question further, a wave of relief washed over him. The less you knew at this point the better. Some time had passed and the both of you had eaten. His eyes move over to the ruined blood-stained cloak.

 He bent down and picked up the clothing hastily throwing it out the front door onto his porch. Night had fallen over the world, the air still as the snowflakes were falling peacefully from the sky. The snow wasn’t too deep just yet, and there was still a part of him that hoped that the snow would stop. He had to wait and see if that was the case. He had only just stepped out of his house onto the covered porch for a second, and he couldn’t stand the cold. His thoughts were interrupted by your violent coughing. He turned to look at you. He had to find something to ease your sickness. He never got sick, and so he never needed to gather herbs that would help a sickness. That would be tomorrows job, going to the nearby village to see if the villagers were around to trade.

 He walked into the house closing the door behind him. Grabbing the blankets off the floor, he started wrapping you in them one by one. The fire wasn’t doing too much for you it seemed. He just had to watch you. Your body shivered next to him; your hair was still wet from your bath. He felt guilty for rushing you to take a bath, no wonder you were freezing. You had leaned into his touch unconsciously. Your eyes closed just a bit before your head started bobbing forward, you were fighting sleep.

 Techno sighed, picking you up and setting you on the ground closer to the fire. His bedroom was too cold to sleep in, so this was where both of you were going to sleep, until Techno figured out what to do. But there was a question looming in his mind.

 What was he going to do with you?

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