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wen-kexing-apologist · 8 months

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Can I ask, why do you love BL romance better than het romance? What makes them better? I did not mean anything negative, and I know everyone have their own like and dislike but I want to know your thoughts....

Also what do you think that made Asian MLM (BL manga/manhwa/manhua/tv series/movies) romances better than western MLM romances?

Hello! Yes you are more than welcome to ask :) I truly, truly love getting asks in my inbox and have been having so much fun with the fact I’ve actually been getting some recently! Warning this is long (but i have TL;DRs for everything)

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I think the fastest answer for me is that I am queer, and therefore I find I have a lot more enjoyment and interest in watching queer stories compared to heterosexual ones.

Also, I find a lot of heterosexual romances to be steeped in misogyny, and have low-key or high-key abusive dynamics. And again, do not get me wrong, there are plenty of queer shows where there are abusive dynamics in play, but it is much harder for misogyny to be committed between two men than it is for misogyny to be placed on a male/female pairing. (I love GLs cause, you know…women, but there are a lot more complex dynamics going in to stories written about two women and those can get much trickier for me, and unfortunately many narratives love punishing lesbains with death so.... Anyway, I’m trying to stick mostly to BLs since that is primarily what this ask is about.)

Additionally, I love BLs more than heterosexual romances because of how BLs treat men. Men in heterosexual romances, especially in the West are extremely masculine, often unable to be in touch with their emotions, jaded, misogynistic, they have to be extremely muscular, and we almost never see femme boys or men.

BLs have such a vast range of men, they have twinks, they have femmes, they have gym bros. They have the clowns, and the super masculine boys. There are shows that let boys be boys, be stupid, and stinky, and fucking gross (hey Pat from Bad Buddy), they let boys be angry and aggressive and express their emotions that way (Sean and Yok’s fight in Not Me, Han Baram and Im Hantae’s conversation in the boxing ring in Sing My Crush, Lom and Nuea in The Wedding Plan, Patts in La Pluie), they let boys fight and wrestle and play (Bad Buddy, My School President, Moonlight Chicken, Only Friends). I love queer stories that let men be gay and ensure through the story that that never undermines their masculinity. I love that there are shows that focus on the progress older men can make in their relationships (What Did You Eat Yesterday?) THEY ARE ALSO ALLOWED TO CRY!!!!

And though it is still kind of rare, Asian BLs actually do have femme boys, and while I am sure femme boys exist in Western shows, I think Pose and fucking Glee are like…the only two shows with queer people that I have seen in the last decade that have an femme boy representation at all. On the flip side, I love how often GMMTV puts their boys in drag and that doesn’t even have to be in a queer show. I also generally love the fact that most of the male actors in Asian BLs, and again, especially in Thailand embrace their femme sides in photoshoots and whatnot, that they wear earrings, and jewelry, and makeup and they look hot as fuck, because it helps me with my own gender identity. I feel and see myself much more masculine (and have less dysphoria) when I have an earring or a necklace or makeup on, now that I have seen so many boys do the same.

TL;DR: I am queer, and heterosexual romances are frequently misogynistic, and men are extremely masculine and rarely allowed to be soft. Asian BLs give us a very broad range of masculinity, but often let boys be boys while also kissing boys. And actors embracing their femme sides helps me feel more masculine when I lean in to my femme side.

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As for Asian MLM romances compared to Western MLM romances, obviously this is not a cut and dry thing, not all Asian BLs are going to be better than Western BLs but I find I have a tendency to enjoy Asian BLs/queer media more for a few reasons, generally in order of most to least important for me:

Reason One- Family

This may seem somewhat surprising because the first, and honestly biggest reason I tend to like Asian BLs more than Western BLs has much less to do with the queer aspect. It's actually the family dynamics. I think Western media very frequently has a tendency to be very binary in their portrayal of family dynamics, if family is at all included in Western narratives the relationships that characters have to their family is either almost wholly good, or almost wholly bad. You either have a very abusive household that a character is trying to avoid or flee, or you have a traditional, happy, nuclear family, and when characters have a strained relationship to their family, I have noticed a lot more narrative support for leaving that family behind. But for the most part, family does not play a huge role in most Western shows (and, wild concept to me, it’s part of why I think shows like Succession are so successful, because that is all about complex, fucked up, and loving relationships within a family).

Whereas, in Asian media, far more frequently family and family dynamics play a huge role in the character’s lives, behaviors, and can influence the story. And because filial piety is such an important aspect to many Asian cultures, you get a lot more interesting parent/child relationships out of Asian media than you do with Western content. And I am a white Westerner, but I am fundamentally, culturally a Southerner and despite no longer being a woman, I will never shed the mantle of Eldest Daughter. And that has resulted in a sense of family responsibility and piety that ends up making it very very easy for me to understand the motivations of the characters that remain loyal to their family even when their family is asking for things from them that run counter to their own desires or happiness (I’ve actually had this conversation a lot with @waitmyturtles about the intersections of Southern culture and Asian culture).

And similarly, I find that a lot of Western media with queer characters at least in the time frame that I have been able to find content with queer characters is either wholly homophobic, or wholly accepting. And do not get me wrong, we get family dynamics like that in Asian BLs too, but we also get parents who are upset about their child’s queerness, and will voice that, and yet who still take care of their children. I’m thinking of the film I watched just the other day called Margarita with a Straw where the main character’s mother can barely look or talk to her daughter when she comes out, but because she is disabled, her mother is still there preparing food for her, bathing her, etc. because even if she is upset about her child’s queerness she can’t stop taking care of her. And those aren’t dynamics I often see in Western media.

I don’t see relationships like Sawismol and Wang in Western media, where a mother can look at her child and say, out loud that she is disappointed, and to be upset, and to still, despite everything, be the person that her son goes to for comfort when he is absolutely devastated, and I don’t see Western parents sitting there and performing that comfort even when they are disappointed in their children’s queerness.

TL;DR: Family dynamics feel a lot more built out, realistic, and complex in many Asian BLs/media that I’ve seen, than they do in many Western shows. Until I started watching Asian media, I had not seen the dynamics I have with my mother or my father played out on screen.

Reason Two- Casual Trans Inclusion

And, as a trans person myself, part of what makes Asian BL shows, Thai shows much more specifically, so important, interesting, and influential to me when compared to Western BLs is the casual inclusion of trans people. Like, that is just something Western media is barely ready for. It’s not non-existent. We have and have had shows like The Fosters, Sense8, Pose, The Owl House, and Heartstopper that have some trans rep. But a lot of those shows have a hefty component to them that shows the struggles of being trans.

In The Fosters we have to watch Cole nearly die trying to get his hands on testosterone, in Sense8 we have to watch Nomi be kept as a medical prisoner and stripped of her autonomy and almost lobotomized, in Pose we are constantly exposed to the very real dangers that trans women of color experience including murder, in Heartstopper we are spared from having to witness the transphobia Elle went through, but it is mentioned. I think the only one of these shows that doesn’t have some element of struggle because a character is trans is The Owl House and let us not forget that Raine Whispers goes through fucking hell in that show. And these conversations, and the demonstrations of struggle to just survive and thrive despite that is vitally important in a society that is pushing closer and closer towards genocide against trans people. Stories that show the struggles of trans people exist for the sake of realism but also serve as an attempt to try to garner empathy towards trans people by cisgender viewers.

Thailand does have stories where a trans character experiences transphobia (3 Will Be Free, The Warp Effect, Secret Crush on You), but they also have so many stories where trans people are literally just vibing. Do you know how revolutionary it was for me when I watched KinnPorsche and saw Yok, and she was happy, and beautiful, and fun, and her entire plot centered around her running that bar, flirting with boys, and playing surrogate mother to Porsche? Or just to see trans women existing, who aren’t even central to the plot, but are just there? (Payu’s secretary at the auto shop is a trans woman, Golf Tanwarin was at the inclusive cafe in The Eclipse, Golf Kittipat had an illustrious career as a music producer in My School President). Like that shit is SO important to me, and I never, never see it in Western media.

TL;DR: There are many Thai shows especially where trans people just exist, and they have plots that aren’t always centered around them being trans. Which is revolutionary, coming in as a trans Western viewer where the majority of trans rep in Western shows makes me eventually have to watch trans people suffer.

Reason Three- Passion Projects

The film industry is huge and pervasive in Western culture, and in the US especially, and with that comes big budget projects that stretch out as long as they can squeeze a cent out of a fan base. As a result you get shows that are too long, you get shows that ruin their premise in the last season after five to fifteen years of dragging the shambling corpse of a story along. And again, do not get me wrong, there are plenty plenty of Asian BLs that are cash grabs, that are terrible, where the actors aren’t really in it. But, most BLs in Asia are one season, they get in, they get out, and you forget it if it’s bad, or you hate it forever if it’s objectively bigoted. But the time commitment to terrible pieces is a lot shorter.

That said, when you have a low budget, and a story you want to tell, it makes my love so much more. Because it means the crew, the writers, the director, and often time the actors are there because they want to be there, because they like the story they are telling, because they have a story they want to tell. It’s part of why I love shows like The Eclipse so much, because that show was made with a budget mainly comprised of pocket lint and hope, because Golf Tanwarin had something they wanted to say. Most if not all of Aof Nopparnach’s shows give genuinely, inherently queer stories that speak to queer people. Jojo Tichakorn makes pieces that are so full of queer lenses you could never deny the inherent queerness in his shows, even if the story is primarily focused on a straight person/relationship (Mama Gogo). There are so many shows in the Asian BL world where you can just tell that everyone is having fun. LIsten, Fish Upon the Sky is an extremely problematic show, but for me it felt like everyone had a great time goofing off on that set. You can tell EV-ER-Y-BOD-Y in the cast of Mama Gogo was having the time of their motherfucking lives.

I also think the West is very self-congratulatory and tends to hold themselves as the standard of televisions and acting, when I am over here watching Asian BLs with some of the strongest acting from young people I have ever seen, and having it be written off because its a) low budget b) gay and c) in another language. Like, when I try to get people in to BL I start with shows like KinnPorsche (which I know drives @bnegiyo mad) cause it has a much higher production value than many other Asian BLs without being prestige and therefore can’t radically alter the perception of what BL is (hello ITSAY/IPYTM and 180 Degrees), Thai BLs especially. And I figure that is the only way to show someone the level of absurdity and camp that comes from a lot of BLs, while also maintaining their interest because it has a higher production value, so that if they end up enjoying that they are more willing to watch the low budget shows.

TL;DR: Many Asian BLs are pretty low budget, compared to like any Western show, which I find to mean we have more stories in Asian BL that people actually want to tell. (there are still very many shows that people seem to just kinda show up for, or get bored with partway through [looking at you Tee] but.)

Reason Four- Abundance

There are

Many

Asian

BLs

Here's a fraction of my watch list

I have watched 81 in roughly the last year, and there are so many more on my Plan to Watch list, and there are more coming out all the time. The West has given me like…two, maybe three. And when we do get good queer shows in the West, they are frequently canceled before completion. Especially if they are on Netflix.

We lost Sense8, fans had to fight for Out Flag Means Death to get renewed, The Owl House got cancelled by Disney after giving their main character a girlfriend, ND Stevenson had to write two ending to She-Ra and fought tooth and fucking nail to get the gay one, Legend of Korra had to save the gay kiss until the end just like She-Ra had to. If you want to get depressed here is a link to an article ‘50 TV shows with Lesbian, Bisexual, and Queer characters cancelled after one season’. Because most Asian BLs are meant to be only one season, we actually get complete stories, rather than ending with unresolved tension, or cliffhangers.

TL;DR: there is a metric fuck ton of Asian BLs

Reason Five- Sex

The West, especially the US, tends to have a very puritanical view of sex (which makes sense because the Puritans were some of the first colonizers…I mean colonials…to murder everyone and occupy…uh, I mean settle the United States (I would also like to place blame on the Italians and Spanish [hey Columbus] and their Catholicism AND PROTESTANT CALVINISM that also influenced the pervasive societal views of sex and especially gay sex in the United States).

With ever increasing homophobia and transphobia, so many shows are trying, in my own personal opinion, to garner empathy, sympathy, and acceptance for queer characters by cisgender and/or heterosexual viewers by making their queer characters flat, two-dimensional, virginal, perfect people. But homophobes and transphobes consider holding hands to be just as grotesque and inappropriate as full on porn. With Western, and especially US based, views of sex, many queer characters are sanitized, sex scenes are rare, and if they do exist at all they are usually in shows that have mature ratings.

That is not the case with Asian BLs. Like, do not get me wrong, there are plenty of pure, virginal, don’t kiss, barely touch BLs out there, but because there are so many BLs, there are also plenty of shows with lots of physical intimacy and multiple make out scenes that aren’t maturely rated, as well as plenty of maturely rated shows that have multiple sex scenes AND CAN INCLUDE KINK WHICH LIKE!!!!! I rarely see in the Western media I’ve watched. Hell, Sense8 is a sexual liberation show that includes multiple orgies, but there is not even a hint of any other kink (besides whatever Dani, Lito, and Hernando have going on).

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Meanwhile, The Warp Effect has fucking puppy play, Bed Friend has pet play, Laws of Attraction which has a couple pretty chaste kisses shows handcuffs to at least imply kink, there’s a ball gag and a fucking leash in Big Dragon, I haven’t seen it but Unforgotten Night has a lot of BDSM themes in it, Rain and Payu have a dom/sub dynamic going on, we have daddy kinks abound, I also haven’t seen this one but I know there is some belt bondage in War of Y. And even if it isn’t shown, kink and bondage specifically are often referenced in passing in shows with sex.

Also, there are very very very few Western shows I have seen that treat sex workers kindly, and Jojo Tichakorn is right there giving us sex workers as main characters multiple times in a row. Taiwan has great physical chemistry, the very few things I have seen from the Phillipines are so fucking queer, Japan even when they aren’t including sex at all have some extremely queer narratives, and when they are including sex? Holy fuck. South Korea is developing, but I have liked what I’ve seen so far, and it’s been fun seeing very rapid progressions in the level of physical intimacy characters are allowed to have, Thailand has been making a name for itself.

TL;DR: There is a very broad range of physical intimacy in Asian BLs from no sex to lots of sex, but the abundance of content means I am seeing more shows with gay sex in them in like…a month or two, than shows I have seen in the West with gay characters at all in like…the past year. (This is of course, subjective, don’t ask me for real numbers).

And, you know, in case this response wasn’t long enough, the amount of queer content, the types of stories being told, the rapid and continued development of BL is super interesting to observe in its own right. Sure, it may be driven by marketability and sales, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t some truly important, realistic, vital, and beautiful pieces of queer media being created and shared with the world, a lot of which is much more accessible to audiences than Western media. I go heavy on the Thai shows in part because they are available for free on YouTube.

I also think the West seems to think that having gay marriage is the be all, end all of queer inclusivity, and that they do not realize that countries without gay marriage are creating some of the most realistic queer content out there right now. The West has a lot it can learn from Asian BLs, but in my opinion, we’ve got our heads too far up our asses to be following their lead.

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bunniekittiee · 6 months

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Imagine Bi-Han’s S/O and Tomas sharing a strong sibling(in law) bond, they became their other half who enjoyed sharing their one braincell. I just thought it would be funny and that Tomas is fun to get along with.

I can definitely see that! I have written a few headcanons about Bi-Han's s/o and Tomas interacting (like finding the ocelot named Jia), as well as ones with Kuai Liang. I go into their relationship more here, but I am happy to go more in depth with Tomas and Bi-Han's s/o. I just wrote for fem. reader because it was a bit easier that way and I got less tongue-tied, but it can be read from any angle.

Bi-Han's S/O and Tomas' Relationship

Bi-Han's s/o usually keeps him in check when it comes to his brothers, especially Tomas.

She knows that Tomas is mostly targeted by Bi-Han's rage, especially for no reason. So, she does her best to keep Bi-Han's comments to a minimum.

Tomas always shrugs Bi-Han's rude comments off, but he is happy to know that someone else cares and wants to change it.

Kuai Liang steps in, but he definitely does not do it as often.

Only when Bi-Han is being extremely cruel.

Tomas is the brother that is absolutely down to go out and anywhere of her choice. He is just happy to be out and get a break from the Arctika.

He knows that it is their home, but it is never wrong to get a break every once in a while, right?

They tend to go out as often as possible, and sometimes Kuai Liang will join! It just depends, he is a bit of a homebody.

Tomas takes her out to Madame Bo's often and they definitely get special treatment.

Liu Kang's champions were not informed that Bi-Han had married, so they assumed she was Tomas' s/o.

Tomas did get a little embarrassed and had to tell them that she was Bi-Han's wife. And Johnny was in complete shock.

How could anyone marry the Ice King? (hehe)

Sometimes they will get mistaken for being a couple when they are out somewhere, but they learned to just ignore it.

They don't tell Bi-Han just in case he does get angry and puts a stop to their outings.

But Bi-Han trusts Tomas and his s/o, and he knows that his wife deserves a break from the Arctika. It can be endearing sometimes, and he understands this.

However, he knows how stupid they can be, and that's what can worry him a bit.

One time, Tomas had accidentally told a lady congratulations on being pregnant when she wasn't, and he was nearly skinned alive.

Y/N thought it was absolutely hilarious as Tomas was berated and they both had to run in the alley way in order to escape the angry woman.

They both still laugh about it to this day.

"I would have made the same mistake! I really thought she was." She had told Tomas, so he felt less bad.

Tomas does like the chisme, so if Bi-Han's s/o has any info about the champions or people they know, he wants to hear about it.

There have been many late-night tea times when Bi-Han was swamped with work, and they have both stayed up late talking about other people.

Kuai Liang is not a big chismoso like Tomas, but sometimes he will join.

Tomas is down for spa days, and they will both do face care and meditate together.

When dealing with Bi-Han, it is definitely needed.

Tomas has painted her toes before, and he slathered them with nail polish.

It was like a bad art project, and it made a horrific mess.

Her and Tomas both have a habit of finding random animals, more so after they found Jia. Some of them they take in, others they can't because Bi-Han won't allow it.

An ocelot you can tame, but a bear?! He thought they were absolutely out of their minds.

They came across a baby cow one time, and Tomas was run over by its mother.

Bi-Han's s/o was worried about him, but she did fall over laughing after he got up and looked like he had seen a ghost.

"Her udders were in my face!"

That did not help her laughter.

One time, a cockroach scurried near them, and they were both sent into a screaming mess.

Tomas was full on screaming like a girl. Bi-Han was pissed at first until he saw what it was.

Because they interrupted his work, he left them there to wail about the cockroach that was nearing them.

Kuai Liang had to set it free outside for them to calm down.

Bi-Han did not get laid that night.

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bangchansgirlsblog · 2 months

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i couldnt really think of a fic req but i got sum inspo lmaoe

leeknow and reader (male reader if you can, if not jus do gn reader) went to one of han's parties at a club and lee know was feeling mischievous that night so he decided to act like a brat which ended up in a bit of a fight where reader asks why hes acting like that, he shouldn't be acting like bcs theres other guests they dont know and lee know protests saying that he can do whatever the fuck he wants and that reader is being annoying and stupid saying that reader shpuld stop controlling him, blah blah blah and then it ends up with reader punishing him, edging him for god knows how long and when he finally gets release hes getting overstimulated and reader wont let him get any cock unless he begs for it<3

basically submissive bratty leeknow (i have a dom reader typa obsession and punishments and i like seeing ppl cry so idk🏃💨)

PLSPSLSPSLS do this one! (get sum rest first tho!!)

- 143 anon

Punish me

Paring: Male!reader x OT8 (mostly leeknow)

Warning: toxic relationship, crying, alchohol

My first ever malereader x ot8 storyy 😆hope you enjoy! 🩷

Everyone knew about Leeknow and Y/n. There was no surprise there. The way they both looked at eachother would give it off quite immediately. They were genuinely perfect for eachother but the only problem was that leeknow fed off of how vulnerable Y/n was and he enjoyed to make his life a living hell.

“Yo what’s Leeknow’s deal?” Han had pulled Y/n to the side. He quickly looked over at leeknow to see what he was talking about and there it was. On the other side of the room where Leeknow stood there was a guy, a shorter guy who was touching all over him.

“I don’t know,” Y/n shrugged and straightened his bow tie. “I really don’t know,” he frowned and looked up at Han.

“Hey, look. Don’t let this ruin our night okay? It’s our launch party. We need to have fun,” Han grabbed a glass of champagne and handed it to him. “Drink and let loose, it’s his loss anyway,”

“What would I do without you Hyung,” Y/n groaned and gave him a smile.

“I don’t know, probably be bawling your eyes out. My little baby,” he teased the younger boy by pinching his cheeks before they heard someone clearing their throat.

“Y/n. A word,” leeknow stood there with his hands tucked on both sides of his suit. His eyebrows furrowed and his posture tall and intimidating.

Fuck.

“Han, hold this. I’ll be-“ before he could even finish his sentence leeknow had already grabbed his arm and was leading him through the crowd.

His grip getting tighter and tighter as they made it outside to the balcony.

“Leeknow? Baby your hurting me,” he whimpered as he tried to remove his hands out of his grip.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Leeknow growled as he towered over the petit boy.

“What do you mean leeknow? I haven’t done anything! You’re the one flirting with other people,” Y/n’s voice quivered as tears started to fill his eyes.

“You always do this, then blame me when I talk to-“

“Han? Yes because Han wants you. Isn’t it obvious? All the boys do,” he run his hands through his hair as he got closer.

“Leeknow, no they don’t and even if they do

, it doesn’t give you an excuse to treat me like shit,” he defended himself as he looked up at his lover.

“Do you even love me anymore?” Leeknow spat. He gasped at this and a tear quickly run down his cheek.

“That’s not fair leeknow and you know this! I do,”

“Then be a goodboy for me and behave. Understood?” He wiped the tear off of his cheek before slowly lowering his head and kissing Y/n.

“Can you do that for me?” He only got a whimper in response which made leeknow feel more powerful.

“Leeknow! Can I talk to you?” The guy that was hanging out with leeknow at the bar had walked over to them.

“Ofcourse you can sweetheart. Another drink on me?” Leeknow smirked once again before leaning in to kiss his younger lover.

Y/n felt pathetic and humiliated as leeknow walked away from him. His hands wrapped around the other.

That was it. He was sick and tired of Leeknow’s acts. He was done being the used one. He was tired of Leeknow’s games. What else do to than play fire with fire? Or is it water with fire?

He made his way into the ballroom where the first person he met was their leader. Chan.

“Hey Y/nnie!” The smell of alchohol filled his nostrils. “I’m drunk,” he giggled as he spun the younger boy around.

“Oh I can tell!” He teased, “shall we get more drinks?” Y/n asked.

“Yeah totally! Here, hold my hand,” at first he was hesitant but he could sense eyes on him. Burning the back oh his head and without thinking twice he grabbed Chan’s hand.

“Did I tell you how amazing you look tonight?” Chan said. Y/n’s cheeks turned red as he wasn’t so used to compliments from him.

“Thank you Chan, you do too.” He got a wink in response before Chan talked to the waiter.

“Hey, you don’t have a chair!” Chan frowned and looked around. “You can sit on my lap right? Just as friends…Ofcourse! I mean you don’t have to if you don’t want to-“

“Yeah sure,” he giggled in response to Chan’s rumbling. It was obvious he was nervous and now Y/n was actually believing what leeknow had said about his members crushing on him.

The two ended up having a good conversation back and forth and the drinks kept coming. He was for sure 100% drunk now…maybe more than Chan at this point but he couldn’t help it.

With the stress of leeknow constantly teasing him and tabloid ms finding out about his sexuality, everything was becoming too much.

Leeknow watched from a far. He was pissed off. He was so pissed off because Y/n was his. Always his. Was this his fault? Did he chase him away? He was so focused on his every move that he forgot that his whole plan was to make Y/n jealous not the other way around but why was he turned on and frustrated.

He watched the way Y/n was sat on Chan and the way his arms were wrapped around him. It was eating him alive that he didn’t even realize the glass in his hands had shattered.

“Sir are you okay?” A waiter near by gasped in shock and he quickly helped leeknow clean up.

“Yeah yeah I’m fine,” he shrugged her off and continued to watch Y/n from a far. He looked wasted but so happy. Too happy.

“Woah what’s going on here?” Han joined Y/n and Chan’s conversation. He chuckled and looked at the two.

“Hey Hannie!” Y/n slurred and got up to give him a hug but instead tripped over into his arms getting caught.

“You’re too drunk love,” Han told the younger boy. “Should I take you upstairs?”

“Oh? Already?” He winked at Han who was already turning red. “Leeknow won’t be happy with that,” he teased. Hans hands wrapped around his waist to be able to keep him up.

“I’m going to get him a room to sober up, tell leeknow if he’s looking-“

“Oh don’t worry his walking over here right now,” Chan interrupted and pointed at a direction.

Fuck. Y/n looked at the fuming leeknow and the position he was stood next to Han and decided to make a run for it.

“Han save yourself and run, I’ll run that way!” Y/n quickly said but before Han could understand, he had dashed the other way into the crowd trying to avoid Leeknow.

“Hyung what’s going on?” Han asked leeknow who had arrived.

“I’m going to punish that little brat is what’s going on,” leeknow had basically removed the buckle of his belt. He spotted the petit boy heading upstairs. He smirked at this. He really thought his boyfriend was that stupid? He basically had boyfriend senses.

Y/n was huffing and puffing as he closed the door behind him. He sat on the bed praying that Leeknow hadn’t seen him enter that room.

He let out a tiny sigh of relief but that was taken away when the door was broken into. Quite literally.

“What did I tell you princess?” Leeknow growled. His eyes were dark and full of last. He walked over to Y/n before lifting him with one hand and roughly kissing him.

“I don’t want to talk to you right now leeknow,” he frowned because he was still hurt from Leeknow’s little shenanigans from before.

“Yeah but guess what, you still mine and I don’t like the way you were acting out there,”

“I’m sorry baby. I swear it wasn’t even like that-“

“On your knees now.” Was all he said. His voice was rough and stern.

“But leeknow the door is open-“

“Let them see. Let me show them how good of a punishment I give you.”

PS I DONT KNOW HOW TO WRITE SMUT.

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minnie--verse · 6 months

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First Date Pt. 2 (Bang Chan x Reader)

!!PT 2!!

summary: Day to day life was perfectly uneventful, you wake up, go to work, make coffee, go home, and start all over again. But today... you met Chan.

pairing: bang chan x f!reader

genre: strangers to lovers, non idol au, crack, mostly fluff, later chapters to include: slight angst/comfort, slow burn.

general warnings: barista!mc, slow burn, adult themes including but not limited to: suggestive content, cursing, mentions of death.

word count: ~4.4k

chapter content: mentions of food, coffee shop manager!Changbin, nonidol!Chan, nonidol!Han, first meets, first love flutters, roommate!Felix

author's note: AHHHH welcome back to part 2! I'm so excited to see some people checking this out! Let me know if you see any errors so i can fix it, and let me know what you enjoyed!!

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“Sorry… have we met?”

Chan’s smile falters a little, his eyebrows stitching together in confusion before he lets out a chuckle and shakes his head, “Ha-- funny, Y/N,” he says as he rolls his eyes at you, “I even brought out the stupid 90’s bucket hat you told me to never wear.”

What the hell was up with this guy?

You looked across Chan, shaking your head and closing your eyes, “I’m sorry, what?” Your arms drop from up by the register screen and rest by your waist as you scrape out the underside of your nails anxiously.

Chan takes off the hat and looks at it in his hands, and you watch him look at it before he points at his hair, “Honestly, I’m surprised how easy it was to talk with you yesterday, because I just…” You watch him reach behind his head and rub his neck as he trails off and hisses as he takes in a breath, “I thought you were so pretty and while I was making music I couldn’t help but think about you the whole time--”

“Okay… uhm that’s pervy--” You let out a laugh, stunned and in complete disbelief at what he had just admitted to you, “I think you need to leave.” You crossed your arms over your chest as you looked at Chan with a bit of disgust in your eyes. Okay, actually what the fuck was wrong with him?

“What? Wait--” Chan’s eyes immediately widened, anxiety prickling through his body as he puts out his hands in defense, “No like literally making music, not-- cause we talked about it yesterday?”

“Yesterday?” You repeat to him, “I’ve never met you.” You say as you take a step back from the register and peer around your coworkers. Your mind is running a million miles an hour as Chan rambles on about paper football, music, and trashy 90’s fashion and your heart feels like it's about to beat out of your chest.

“Binnie!” You shouted over the chatter in the cafe, your eyes flickering between Chan and Changbin, “Can you come tell this guy to leave?” You ask, seeing Changbin step between you and the register, you see Changbin’s eyes flicker with something that looks like realization.

“Yeah I got this. Go ahead and go on your break Y/N,” Changbin smiles at you warmly, resting a hand on your shoulder as he ushers you off. A sense of relief washes over you as you back away from the register and retreat into the backroom.

After you were long gone, Changbin looks over at Chan with a heavy sigh. “Come on,” Changbin waves Chan to follow him to the empty table near the back of the cafe. A heavy sigh exit’s Changbin’s body as he leans against the edge of the table and nods for Chan to sit with him. As they settle into their seats, the comforting aroma of freshly brewed coffee fills the air.

"Chan," Changbin begins, his tone serious, "I need to talk to you about Y/N. There's something you should know."

Chan raises his hands up in defense as he quickly tries to explain himself, "I swear I wasn’t trying to be sexual or push myself on her, I was just--"

"Y/N is special,” Changbin interrupts Chan’s rambling, “and not just because she's a good person or pretty. Y/N is my best friend, Chan and the best no-detail explanation I can give you is that she went through something…. traumatic… a while back, and it resulted in her mind shutting off her short-term memory."

Chan's expression shifts to one of surprise, absorbing the weight of Changbin's revelation. "Wait, she doesn't remember things?"

Changbin nods solemnly. "That's right. Her past is all there, every memory leading up to that day. She remembers her job, her friends, family, hobbies, passions, dislikes, likes… but any new experiences are lost each time she sleeps. She's not aware of it, and we've all been just playing along so she doesn’t panic every day.”

Chan's mind races, trying to process the information about you, “That seems… fake. Is she just not interested in me?"

Changbin furrows his brows at Chan, “Why the hell would I pull you aside just to lie to you?” Changbin says in annoyance, and his hands fall against the table as he looks up at Chan, “Look dude, I really wish I was making this up. She truly just doesn’t remember meeting you yesterday.”

Chan turns around, pressing his lips together as he looks through the window of the backroom door, then back to Changbin. Chan was at a loss for words at the moment as he chewed on his bottom lip as he absorbed the weight of your story, a sense of empathy and admiration settled within him. Changbin, ever protective of Y/N, watches Chan closely, gauging his response.

"She really doesn’t know that she’s basically living the plot of ‘Groundhog Day’?" Chan asks, a thoughtful expression on his face as he leans back in the chair, "She seemed so carefree and vibrant."

Changbin nods, his protective instincts heightened as he listens to Chan talk about her, "She's been through a lot, but some part of her mind had chosen not to remember new things anymore in order to protect itself."

Chan runs a hand through his hair, a mix of emotions playing on his features. "I can't stop thinking about our conversation. It felt... different, you know? Like there was a connection beyond the usual small talk."

Changbin's gaze intensifies, his concern evident. "Chan, I know you mean well, but you need to understand that Y/N won't remember you. No matter how much you connect or how meaningful the conversation is, it won't stick with her."

A subtle wave of disappointment washes over Chan. "So, every time we talk, it's like starting from scratch?"

Changbin nods, "Exactly. It's the reality she faces every day. She builds connections in the present, but they fade away by the time she wakes up. Why do you think I don't get mad at her for being late everyday?"

Chan sighs, grappling with the complexity of the situation. "It's just... it feels unfair, you know? To have such a meaningful conversation and then realize it's fleeting for her."

Changbin leans forward, a stern yet understanding look in his eyes. "Life isn't always fair. Y/N doesn’t even know it’s happening, so regardless if we think it’s unfair, she has no idea.”

As their conversation continues, Chan grapples with the delicate balance of forming connections in a world that can be both fleeting and unpredictable. Changbin, always the guardian of your well-being, imparts his wisdom, underscoring the importance of being present in the moments no matter how transient they may be.

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You stand in the break room, peeking through the slightly ajar door at Chan and Changbin having a seemingly intense conversation. Your spidey-barista senses are tingling, and you can't help but let your imagination run wild.

What are they talking about? Did I mess up someone's coffee order? Did someone complain about my latte art? Your mind races through all the potential coffee-related disasters. But then, Chan mentions something about knowing you from the day before. The day before? Is he mistaking me for someone else? Did I accidentally give him someone else's order?

You start to play detective, trying to recall all the customers from yesterday. Let's see... there was the guy who insisted his coffee had to be exactly 180 degrees. Maybe that's Chan? But no, he doesn't strike me as a temperature fanatic. Your thoughts take a comedic turn as you picture a scenario where Chan is a secret coffee critic, grading your barista skills. Maybe he's here to rate my latte art on a scale of one to ten. Should I be flattered or terrified?

You peek your head back into the window of the breakroom to see both Changbin and CHan looking back at you before Changbin says something with a serious expression, and Chan's face shifts. Oh no, did I break a coffee machine or something? Is this a coffee-related emergency meeting? You can't help but sigh at the absurdity of your own thoughts.

Jesus Christ-- Shut up. You're being ridiculous. They're probably just talking about, I don't know, the weather or something.

Trying to look like you weren’t watching the two, you reach behind you and adjust the apron to fit you a better as you come out from your break. You take your break mug to the sink to rinse it out and your mind keeps spinning, trying to figure out what the hell that guy was talking about.

There was no way you had met this guy yesterday because you didn’t even work yesterday. You took the day off because you had ended things with your ex and things just didn’t go well, thankfully Changbin was your best friend and boss so he understood your position. That guy had to’ve had you confused with someone else, because you didn’t even come out of your room to talk with your roommate yesterday let alone leave your bed.

You shook your head as you put the glass mug into a dishwasher, then standing up to find Changbin leaning against the counter.

"Hey, Y/N, everything okay?" Changbin inquires, feigning casualness.

You nod, though a lingering curiosity tugs at you. "Yeah, just wondering what that was all about. Is everything alright?"

Changbin nods, a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "Oh, it's nothing, really. I just asked that guy to leave since he made you uncomfortable."

You're touched by the gesture, a mix of gratitude and confusion playing on your features. "Thanks, Bin. But seriously who the fuck was that? Is he like-- a critic? Did I mess up something? Did I mess up his order yesterday?"

Changbin lets out a laugh, and shakes his head as he approaches the espresso machine, wiping it down with a white cloth. "No, no, not at all. Your coffee is fine, as always. I just thought you could use a breather, so I told Chan to leave, that's all."

You smile, grateful for the concern, but then your face contorts, “Chan? Is that his name?” a small knot of uncertainty forms in your stomach, "Is there something I don't know?"

Changbin pauses for a moment, choosing his words carefully. "Uh-- yeah…” He said, his eyes not wavering from the coffee machine as he polished it, “He mentioned something about knowing you from yesterday, but I told him he had the wrong person."

You furrow your brow, trying to make sense of the situation. "Knowing me from yesterday? What does that even mean? Bin, I wasn’t even here yesterday."

Changbin offers a reassuring smile, “I know,” he says, tossing the cloth over his shoulder before turning to face you with a soft sigh, hoping to divert your attention, "It's probably nothing. Just a misunderstanding. Don't worry about it, yeah?”

You decide to accept Changbin's explanation, even though it makes about as much sense as a decaf espresso at 6 AM, but you accept it nonetheless.

Okay so-- he asked Chan to leave so I could relax. Maybe I was looking a bit stressed. Or maybe he thinks I need a coffee break so I don't accidentally start serving lattes with abstract stupid latte art.

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The rest of the work day went by pretty quickly, and before you knew it your eight hour shift was up. Meaning you had the rest of your day to yourself, which you were thankful for because work was busy. The bell above the cafe door chimes as you step out, your shift finally over. The day's caffeine-fueled chaos is now behind you, you're eager to enjoy a moment of peace. As you step onto the sidewalk, you can't help but release a contented sigh in the tranquility of busy city streets.

Tranquility, as always, is short-lived.

There, leaning casually against the wall, is that guy Chan. His presence catches you off guard, and annoyance flickers in your eyes. This is not what you wanted to deal with after today.

"Didn't you leave already?" you ask, a touch of irritation in your voice.

Chan grins, seemingly unfazed by your annoyance. "Well, I thought I'd stick around. See if you're up for some company."

You raise an eyebrow, your annoyance intensifying as you stuff your hands into your coat pockets, "You waited for me? Why?"

Chan shrugs, feigning innocence, “I wanted to apologize for earlier. I guess I had you confused with someone else I met yesterday,” He says, you could tell he genuinely meant it by the way his lips pressed together and his eyes met yours. I wanted to see if I could make it up to you, I really do make music and wanted to offer to show you.”

Your irritation deepens, but something in your chest makes you feel pulled into his offer. You chew on your lip in thought, "Chan, I appreciate the offer, but I don’t even know you."

You roll your head around before casting your gaze back onto Chan, who was smiling softly at you. It was as if he expected you to answer like that. "Then I’ll let you know me,” He says.

You shoot him a skeptical glance but eventually relent with a resigned sigh. As you start walking, you can't shake off how easily this guy just melted your annoyance. It was kind of alarming how disarming he was, but the way he smiled so genuinely made you give in..

Note to self, you think, next time someone says they're leaving, make sure they mean it. As you navigate the city streets with Chan by your side, you brace yourself for the continuation of a conversation you were hoping to leave behind at the cafe.

But it never comes.

Chan instead walks beside you, closer to the street as he guides you to his studio. Chan, ever persistent, seems genuinely interested in getting to know you.

"So, how long have you been working at the cafe?" he asks, his tone casual.

You glance at him, the city lights reflecting in his eyes as the. "About a year now. It's been... interesting, to say the least."

He chuckles, the puffs of vapor coming out as he laughs, lightening the atmosphere. "I can imagine. I mean, the coffee shop world has its own kind of drama, right?”

You share a laugh, recalling some of the amusing incidents that have unfolded within the cafe's walls. "Oh, you have no idea. It's like a caffeinated soap opera in there sometimes. When it’s slow you get to chat with customers and they tell you all about their personal life."

As you continue walking, Chan steers the conversation toward more personal territory. "And how do you know Changbin? He seems pretty protective of you."

A smile plays on your lips at the mention of Changbin. "Changbin's been a good friend for a while, like a brother. He's the one who convinced me to try working at the cafe. Said it would be an adventure."

Chan raises an eyebrow, intrigued. "An adventure, huh? Changbin seems like he takes his guardian role seriously."

You laugh, nodding in agreement. "Oh, absolutely. He's like the caffeine-fueled big brother I never asked for. Always making sure I'm okay, checking in, and, well, occasionally being overprotective. But it comes from a good place."

Chan smirks, finding the image amusing. "Overbearing big brother, got it. I guess every coffee shop needs one of those."

You continue, painting a picture of Changbin's quirks and idiosyncrasies. "He means well, really. But sometimes, he can be a bit overbearing. Like, if a customer gives me a hard time, he's ready to unleash his wrath."

Chan chuckles, envisioning the protective barista stance. "Unleash his wrath, huh? Sounds serious. Should I be on my best behavior around Changbin?"

You playfully roll your eyes. "Nah, he's just looking out for his friends. It's part of his charm, I guess."

As you and Chan arrive at his recording studio, the atmosphere shifts from the city streets to the creative sanctuary within. The low hum of equipment and the soft glow of studio lights welcome you into Chan's world of music.

As the door swings open, You enter before Chan to see another boy lounging in a chair. He looks up from his spot, a music mixer in front of him. "Chan, god finally, I’ve been working on this all day and I need you to list-- who's this?" Han asks, casting a curious glance your way.

Chan smiles behind you, his eyes fixed on Han as we look at him wide eyed as if pleading him not to say anything stupid. "Y/N, this is Han. Han, this is Y/N, I met her at the coffee shop today."

You turn around to glance at Chan, a confused flicker in your eyes before facing Han once more, “Yes… he stopped by the coffee shop and we had an-- interesting exchange.”

You exchange greetings, and as the three of you settle into the studio space, Chan shoots a subtle glance at Han, silently signaling the need for discretion. Han, however, seems oblivious to the unspoken message.

Han turns around in his chair from his computer to face you, and you watch his eyes squint. The cogs were turning in his head as he points at you, he takes a breath like he’s about to say something and then presses his lips together, “I thought you met her yest--”

Chan's eyes widen imperceptibly, and you shoot him a questioning look. Han's comment hangs in the air, and Chan, ever quick-witted, smoothly deflects. The awkward dance between Chan and Han unfolds, leaving you on the sidelines, a spectator that remains just out of reach to understand the whole story. The air in the studio holds a subtle tension that leaves you questioning the unspoken truths lingering beneath the surface.

"Oh, you know, I got her confused with someone else," Chan speaks quickly, before feigning nonchalance.

Han raises an eyebrow, and his lips remain parted as he looks over at you, then back to Chan, "Ohh-kay, sure…"

You catch Chan's apologetic glances in your direction, and a flicker of confusion passes through your mind. Is there something I'm missing here? Why does it feel like they're sharing a secret that I'm not privy to?

Chan chuckles nervously, shooting you an apologetic look. "Some things are better left unspoken, you know?"

What the hell is going on between these two? Is there something specific about me that's making the air in this room so... charged?

“Uhm… Han,” You say, taking a deep inhale to try and shift the awkward tone of the studio as you slip off your coat and drape it over your arm, “You said you had something to show Chan when we got here? Mind if I eavesdrop?”

Han glances at you, his eyes lighting up with enthusiasm. "Ah, it's a little something I've been tinkering with. Thought Chan might like it."

You nod, grateful for the chance to redirect the energy, and you slip past the coffe table and take a seat on the couch while Chan takes a seat in the other office chair.

As Han cues up the track, the room is enveloped in the beginning notes of his creation. The tension eases, replaced by the shared experience of discovering a new melody. You catch a subtle exchange of relieved glances between Chan and Han, as if they appreciate the change of topic.

The music takes center stage, filling the studio with intricate harmonies and rhythm. You find yourself nodding along, genuinely enjoying the artistry at play. After the track concludes, you turn to Han with an appreciative smile.

"Holy shit, Han," you compliment, “was that you rapping?” You ask, pointing at the computer next to him with a smile.

You see a sheepish grin sneak out to Han’s face, “Ah-- Yeah…” He spins his chair all the way around and faces you.

You, however, aren't willing to let him off the hook that easily. "Seriously, Han! You've got a unique style. It's not just about the words; it's how you deliver them. There's a rhythm and a flow that's all your own." You say excitedly, “Man, if y’all ever have your music debut, you’ll have to let me know so I can be your first official fan.”

The ambient hum of the studio equipment creates a backdrop as the three of you settle into a conversation about music, the universal language that seems to bind you together.

"I've always been fascinated by how music can transport you to a different place," you share, the genuine passion evident in your voice. "Music is really important to me, it has been for a long time."

Chan nods, understanding the sentiment and he looks at you with a knowing glance, “It’s nice to escape with music."

Chan's words echo your own sentiments, and a surprise recognition sparks within you. It's as if he's plucking thoughts directly from your mind, giving voice to the emotions you've held close.

You glance at Chan, a mixture of surprise and connection dawning in your eyes. His words resonate with your inner monologue, articulating the very essence of how music has been your escape during… that time of your life.

You stare at Chan for a moment, reveling in the fact that he understands how you felt perfectly. It was like you had already told him, and you softly nodded your head in agreement. His first impression was admittedly awful, but he seems to be so genuine when he talks to you and it's been a long while since you’ve felt so at ease talking with people you had just met.

As the conversation in the studio flows, you find your attention drifting, your gaze unconsciously drawn to Chan. The soft glow of the studio lights plays on his features, highlighting the contours of his face. It's in these unguarded moments that you can't help but admire the subtle details – the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles, the way his expression shifts when he's lost in thought.

You watch with a soft smile, your admiration growing with each word he shares. There's an authenticity in his expression, a genuine enthusiasm that transforms the studio into a sacred space where music isn't just heard; it's felt. He really loves this, a sense of warmth enveloping you as you observe Chan's fervent gestures, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of joy and intensity. It's infectious, and you can't help but smile too as he talks about his love for music, and you can't help but be drawn into the orbit of his passion.

As Chan laughs in response to one of Han's anecdotes, you notice the way his features relax, and a genuine happiness radiates from him. It's a sight that resonates deeply with you – the joy of someone immersed in their element, unburdened and free. He looks beautiful when he's happy, there was so much genuine happiness etched across his face as he and Han mess around. The lines that form when he smiles, the crinkles near his eyes – it's a portrait of a person in their element, and you can't help but be struck by the magnetic charm of his happiness.

Caught in the act, you suddenly realize that Chan has noticed your lingering gaze. His eyes meet yours, and there's a playful glint in them, as if he's amused by the subtle admiration you thought went unnoticed.

A warm flush creeps up your cheeks, and you quickly avert your gaze, pretending to be engrossed in the conversation. Smooth, Y/N. Real smooth.

Chan, however, doesn't let it slide so easily. A teasing smile tugs at the corners of his lips, and he gently remarks, "Caught you staring, huh?"

You can feel the embarrassment intensifying, but there's also a lightheartedness in Chan's tone that eases the tension. You play along, mustering a sheepish grin. "Well, you know, it's hard not to appreciate good company and, uh, interesting conversation."

Chan chuckles, a knowing glint still in his eyes. "Interesting conversation, huh? Is that what we're calling it now?"

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As the night in the recording studio winds down, you decide it's time to head back to your apartment. The music has filled the air with creative energy, but the familiarity of your own space calls to you. Chan, sensing your departure, offers to walk you out.

"Hey, I'll walk you to your place," Chan suggests with a friendly smile.

You agree, appreciating the gesture. Together, you exit the studio, the city lights casting a soft glow on the sidewalks. The air is filled with the residual melodies of the night, and as you walk, a comfortable silence settles between you.

Chan takes a moment before breaking the quietude. "You know, I really enjoyed spending time with you tonight."

You turn to him, a genuine warmth in your eyes. "Likewise,” You smile, “I’m uh-- I promise I wasn't staring for the reason you think,” You laugh awkwardly.

As you reach your apartment building, Chan stops, “Oh yeah, I’m sure…” He winks, looking at you with a smirk before continuing, "You know even if we're just getting to know each other, I hope we can do it again. It was really nice to meet you."

His words linger in the air, and you find them unexpectedly touching. "I'd like that, Chan," you reply, a genuine smile forming. "Thanks for the company."

Chan bids you goodnight, watching as you enter your building. As the door closes behind you, he stands there for a moment, a mix of emotions playing on his face.

You let out a sigh and a soft smile as you walk to your apartment door, unlocking it to find your roommate standing in the kitchen as he mixes something in a large bowl.

“Who the hell was that, Y/N?” He pokes at you with a sly grin, “You’re letting guys walk you home now? Where was my invitation?” He says with a playful laugh as he looks down at the bowl.

“Felix, I met someone.”

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end note: Screaming. Question for the commenters.... whats worse? Not knowing your reliving the same day repeatedly, or watching someone else do it?

Thank you so much for reading! I'll work on part 3 as soon as I can!!

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xthelastknownsurvivorx · 19 days

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Writing Patterns

List the first sentence of your last 10 AO3 works.

(I’ve also seen the ��and the last sentence” variant, so I went ahead and did that.)

Thanks for the tag @bbcphile and your patience with me getting to it! Everything here is red, white, and royal blue stuff for mostly the same ship, though I think 2024 will see some other fandoms as well

Doesn't He Know (I've had Him Memorized for So Long) — one shot

first: "Get in, loser, I have coffee."

last: "Yeah, I'm sure."

Every Time My Heart Swings Back to You — 16 chapters

first: "Gabriel of Cleremont, former knight of Lord Beringar's house. Accused and convicted of attempted sodomy with His Royal Highness Prince James."

last: Maybe fate had a hand in leading them to each other, but this is Alex's choice. And it feels pretty damn good.

Not a Day I Don't Miss (Those Rude Interruptions) — one shot

first:

Alex, Had to go early for a family matter. Left with the PPOs. Didn't want to wake you. Thank you for everything. X

last: And all Henry is left with, for the rest of his life, is the feel of Alex's name on his lips.

Red, White, and Royal Switcheroo — one shot

first: "There are a lot of things worth over thinking, believe me. But this isn't one of them."

last: i meant to ask - star wars and luke huh? i've always been more of a han solo guy

SNL | Season 45 Episode 2 | HRH Prince Henry & FSOTUS Alex Claremont-Diaz — 4 chapters

first: TITLE: Categate Cold Open

last: Maybe his trip to London in a few months won't be so bad after all

Burn (They're Watching Us/I Hope That They) — lyric rewrite

first: I cherished each email you wrote me

last: I hope the world burns

Some Element of Mystery — 2 chapters (5+1 things)

first: Alex is having an existential crisis. Has been having an existential crisis for the past two hours.

last: Honestly, maybe Alex should have led with that all along.

Satisfied (Never Have Been, Never Will Be) — lyric rewrite

first: "All right, all right, that's what I'm talking about!"

last: He will never be satisfied, I will never be satisfied

The Frustrating, Intoxicating, Complicated Sum of Him — one shot

first: "Your Highness, we have arrived."

last: "No," Alex says as he shuts the door behind him, "I wouldn't."

Weird That It Happened Twice — one shot

first: "Do I really have to go through with this stupid tradition? There's so much more good I could be doing, actual people I could be pardoning instead of two modern day raptors."

last: But before he goes, he glares at Cornbread and Stuffing and says, "If it were up to me, ya'll would not be getting pardoned tomorrow."

Patterns:

For opening lines, I like to drop the reader immediately into the scene. Most of the time I seem to use dialogue to achieve this, but sometimes I'll borrow a line from the original piece of media.

My endings are a little less consistent. I might end on the main character musing on something that happened or central theme to the story. Or I could also be a bit more open and end on some sort of dialogue that's hopeful and hints at what might come afterwards. Other times, I just write the ending that comes the most naturally to me and feels like the appropriate conclusion.

I feel like it's been a while since is went around, so feel free to ignore if you've already done this @happiness-of-the-pursuit @14carrotghoul @affectionatelyrs @cactusdragon517 @suseagull04 and open tag as always

#tag game #red white and royal blue #rwrb #firstprince #first lines #first line last line #writing patterns #rwrb fic

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slashingdisneypasta · 1 year

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Thinking about your virgin post, who would be most caring for a virgin s/o?

Second to that, how would they feel about an

s/o that's phenomenal in bed?

This was a while ago, I'm so sorry! I assume you mean the Disney Villains tho? If its the horror villains you meant then let me know and I'm happy to do the same thing for them! ^^

Most Caring Disney Villains towards a Virgin Reader:

These would be the most actively caring of the bunch, if reader decided they wanted this villain to have sex with them- I have not included those who are perfectly content with keeping things this way (Hook and the Queen of Hearts fit in that category).

Dr Facilier, Horned King (He cant be scaring off or breaking his chosen mate, okay? No. Unacceptable), SILVER!!, I know I wasn't including Pixar villains last time but- Lotso, Shan Yu, Stupid, Ursula and Wheezy.

Yeah... slim pickings, I know. But they're villains, remember! 😅 Keep in mind though, that this doesn't mean that all the rest would be mean per say- no. Some of them find it cute that you're a virgin and will be gentle, but are more teasing then caring (Slim, Mal, Shere Khan, etc). Then there are villains that will be annoyed with having to go slow at all but will be, simply because you're there S/O and they love you (Not because you're a virgin. Because you're you. These are like, the Evil Queen, Jafar and Hades, etc). And then there are some who are just like... regular level nice to you during you First Time, because if they weren't then they would be scum. The ones listed above are the ones who's hearts are just a liiiittle bigger then the rest when it comes to this particular topic. Look, what can I say? People are complex XD Fictional villains considerably less so, sure... but still complicated, yep 😅

As for the second one... I have categories XD Of course-

Disney Villains x Reader || Reactions

Topic: An S/O who is phenomenal at sex.

Warnings: Sex.

Hell yes. We gotta start immediately- : Greasy Weasel ("Smartass I'm taking a personal day, for a week. You cant ask me why... but- " "I don't wanna know."), Hades, and 'Sideburns' Stabbington.

Hell yessss- teach me: McLeach (He doesn't know what he's doing, but he knows this is a good thing, for sure XDD) and Oogie Boogie.

Good, that means I don't have to teach you anything: Cruella De Vil (She's the one this category was made to accommodate XD), Evil Queen, Lady Tremaine, Rourke, Queen Narrissa, Sykes ("How about we run a little test now, huh?"), and Yzma.

Oh cool ^^ : Alameda Slim, Captain Hook (Pretty indifferent towards the pursuit of sex but if you can make him feel awesome then that's a bonus XD), Dr Facilier, Long John Silver, Maleficent (Like, that will be handy. If she decides to try this), Scar (Same), 'Patchy' Stabbington, Stupid Weasel (He's like 'Oh same!!'), and Wheezy Weasel.

Oh you think you're good?? Ha... well we'll see, wont we?: Mother Gothel, Professor Ratigan (I don't remember if I put him as a virgin or not but either way- he reads, and he has great confidence in his comprehension abilities XD), Shan Yu (Its more of a tease, for him XD Really he's in the 'Oh cool ^^' category and also- a little of the first one too. Shan Yu is multifaceted!), and Shere Khan (He's king of the jungle, after all- ).

Intimidated Type A (Pleasantly surprised, but nervous): Horned King (He's mostly pleasantly surprised, but like... sex hasn't changed since the last time i did it, right?? He's concerned. Its been a while XD), Prince John, Smartass Weasel (Nervous in the sense, that... he doesn't know what he's doing 😅 Give him instructions or let him ask Greasy about this, and he'll be fine), and Turbo/King Candy.

Intimidated Type B (Concerned they are gonna be out-done): Clayton, Gov. Ratcliffe, Prince Hans, Turbo/King Candy, and Ursula (She's just... a lil nervous XD She'll wanna do it with you as soon as possible, so she'll just know who's better already- after that, she's happy XD She just doesn't like the uncertainty).

Uhhh, okay... but its still not happening: Judge Doom (He's just like, insisting he's soo... busy... but really he just hasn't got the *human* equipment XDD He didn't think it would be necessary!! Have you seen this disguise?? yes i have, sir, and you have made a miscalculation. just admit it), Psycho Weasel (Like, thats great!... but still no thanks), and the Queen of Hearts.

Iffy about it but changes their minds immediately after the first time because ooooh that was good: Gaston (He was almost with Frollo but like- if you can suck a dick then let me tell you, he is not about to complain- ) and Jafar (Wants to be the experienced one, but after the first time with you he's like... alright =_= you win this time).

Suspicious. Have you... done this before? 🤨😠: Frollo.

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iluvmyhannie · 2 years

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Pretty just for me

Genre- smut, perv Han, obsessiveness, fluff

Pairing- Han Jisung x Female reader

Word count- like over 11k (don’t worry it goes by fast)

Warnings- smut, perv Han, obsessiveness, unprotected sex(please be careful btw) angst, oral(f recieving), fingering, praising, reader has abusive mother:/, Reader is insecure, fluff ending, a lot of aftercare;) ig the reader in this would be considered virgin but it’s not like she’s stupid if you know what I mean.…… I thinks that’s it just let me know if I misses anything:/ oh and MINORS DNI

Notes- so this is something I’ve imagined maybe for a month straight before I even started writing things and it came out longer than expected:/ but I actually am really proud of this and took me a while to put all of it to words and correct it but here is the finished product:) btw, this is mostly in Hans pov which makes it even more crazy so tell me what u think cause this took me a couple days so yeah, enjoy;)

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“No, please no” He said as he was rushing out of his apartment trying to get to the main lobby elevator. Han wasn’t always the type to get up early, especially when he didn’t need to but there was a reason today….and what has been maybe a month or so. He had known that there was a certain someone heading down to the main coffee shop in the main complex of the lobby going to get their everyday breakfast, and them having no clue in the world though, he was trying to see you for even just a few seconds. He had to get there; he has to see you. As he was getting his bag to make it seen as if he’s off to a busy day, he quickly rushed out the door heading out the quiet hallway and to the main elevator. He waited for maybe 20 seconds holding the elevator open and when he finally sees you, what he seems to observe is a women standing at the door of the flat you had just come out of, he usually sees this. he walks in as if he didn’t just have a tantrum getting ready(almost late). You walk in, hair slightly done, wearing a casual dress that hugged your waist and flared out at the bottom but just short enough to catch a person’s attention, you didn’t ever really look for attention though. As he sees you step in, he takes in the fact that your standing next to him and tells himself to loosen up, he looks up at you and nods. “good morning” he says, usually his voice cracks but today it didn’t. “good morning” you say back knowing the casual when in the elevator together. He knows you don’t speak Korean or ever have with other people whenever he’s near so he speaks in English. He thinks of it in this way, he’s not great at English, but would speak it for the rest of his life if he had to communicate with you. Every day he practices his English, and usually in the house by himself he started the habit of doing so. The elevator was mirrored all throughout and you saw each other. Han was looking at you, you were looking at yourself, checking if you looked good today, if you don’t look like you rushed this morning to get downstairs, but you knocked your head down, disappointed at your image. You were really the prettiest girl though, Han thought that he had never seen such an angel so delicate and polite ever in his life, he didn’t even know your name, but here he was, thinking the most unprofessional thoughts of you. You were so innocent and small, he hated to think such things but he couldn’t help it when you look this pretty for him. He convinced himself that it was for him, even though you have no idea who he was. He was disappointed to see your face when you looked back at the mirrored elevator, he knew what you were thinking and hated the untrue thoughts. He just wished he could tell you that you really are something special. But the sad thing he hated to think was that he was very badly obsessed with you. When the elevator arrived at the main 1st floor, Han lets you through first. He would always want to add something before you leave but he feels that if he added too much words, you would think something of it. It’s just his thoughts clouding over. As he steps out of the elevator just for a few seconds, he observes you going over to the coffee shop and waiting in line. He would stand behind you and wait, but again, too much he thought. And also, he had to do something he hated doing. Just as the elevator was about to close he quickly lets out his hand to catch the door and steps in, heading back to his flat thinking about the next step. As he walks into his apartment, he heads straight for his bedroom and sets his bag down by the nearest table and throws himself on the wide bed. In about an hour he has to meet the other members in the main dorms because they are all working on something. They still have their dorms but some of the members have their own flat to go to when on a break. He actually didn’t have a break but he couldn’t just leave you, he always thought. He knew he couldn’t fall back asleep before he had to leave the house but there was always the one option he went to. He started having deep thoughts about you, he always

did, especially after seeing you. Imagining you in his own bed, underneath him, begging for him to keep going, spread out for him, and calling his name. Currently, one of his hands starts going down his body and so happens to end up in his pants. Before he starts anything, he sits up on the bed and gets comfortable. He goes to the head of the bed where the pillows are and leans back to try and relax. Before he even finished he started lowering his pants and teased himself before he started jerking himself off. The feeling of the growing pain was the worst, he just had to fix it. His head was naturally falling back and the room was filled with his low groans. This time he was imagining you sitting on him for the first time, holding on to his shoulders, slowly falling apart. “Your doing so good for me baby”. The words just came out, not surprising himself. “you’re so pretty, just for me”. He was going faster, until he had made a mess of himself on his phone. Before even cleaning anything, he collapsed back onto the pillows and fell asleep until his alarm went off to go and meet the other members. The next day, Han did the usual. Wake up and walk you to the elevator and back to his apartment. Later in the afternoon, he was heading out to grab some food when he saw you at the lobbies coffee shop again. The shop was empty but he saw you sat down at one of the tables near a window. You had what it seemed to be a hot coffee in your hand and your phone in the other. He decided to sit down at one of the tables and act casual on his phone, and ready to get up and grab himself a drink. Before he was even about to stand up, he saw your figure stand up from your seat and slowly walk over to his table. “um excuse me, do you know of any places nearby to go to, like for maybe just passing by?” you say, feeling like your bothering this strange man. “I moved recently and have been basically stuck in my house because I’m scared I might get lost”, you say embarrassed but you both chuckled together at the funny thought. The mood felt light and felt comfortable. Han eventually gathered his thoughts and found what to say. “One place I can think of might be the flower field, by the local shops”. He saw your face light up when you heard the word “flowers”. “I’m pretty sure you might like that, its private and a lot of people go when wanting to sit and eat”. He felt like he accomplished a task he could never have thought he would do ever. “that’s perfect!” you say excitedly, until you looked a little concerned. “I’m sorry, my Korean isn’t very good, are you okay with English”? you say nervously. Han chuckled again at your cuteness, you looked helpless and he felt bad that you felt bad. “its okay. I speak English even though my grammar isn’t always the best” he laughs, which so happened to make you laugh. Your mood was light and was nice, he didn’t want the conversation to end and knew this was his only chance so he tried to keep thinking of what to say. “so, what made you move to Korea?” he asks, nervous if you didn’t want to continue. Surprisingly, you sat down across from him and was as equally interacted. “My mom moved here because a job thing, but I really don’t know how that’s going right now. She speaks Korean so it’s easier for her to get around but as far as me, it’s not so I’m taking classes.” He had noticed a slight frown growing on your face, so quickly tried to lighten the mood. “that’s good that your taking classes though, for me, I gave up when the silent leaders came in for English” you both laughed, as if you could relate in the same way. He felt so happy and so nervous at the same time. You had the most beautiful smile in the world, and today was the first day he saw it. After you both calmed down from the laughter and silly jokes, he decides to ask something he never would have thought he would. “if it’s okay with you, whenever you want, I can show you around and we can go to the place I was talking about.” Han became nervous and instantly started regretting everything. “I’d love that, why don’t we go tomorrow” you say Igor to

get outside. All the nervousness went away for him. “perfect, let me give you my phone number so you can tell me what time.” He says as you both swap phone numbers. He had the biggest smirk on his face, and he was trying so hard to hide it but it just wasn’t working. He was actually getting your phone number, and you both have plans…….together..his head still wasn’t rapping around the fact that you actually want to spend time with him. “let me repay you though, I feel bad taking your time up.” You say. “no, no, your fine.” He says not wanting you to spend anything on himself. “let me buy you a drink at least” you insisted. Before he could even respond, you were already up and walking over the counter. He smiled at the thought of you caring about him, even just a little. Thoughts and just more thoughts came flowing throughout his head. When he heard you walking back to the table, he quickly pushed the unhealthy thoughts out and smiled at you. You handed him his drink and a napkin as you sat back down. His mind was going all over the place because you gotten him his exact favorite thing to get. “how did you know to get this one” he says, still confused. “You seem like an iced americano type of guy” you shrug. “well, I better get home now, I’ll see you tomorrow then” you say. “I’ll see you then” he says, eyes wide. “oh wait, I forgot to ask, what’s your name?” he quickly added before you left the table. You replied and asked him the same. “you can call me Han or Jisung, whatever you’re okay with” he adds. “okay Han” you say in a jokingly way. He smirked and you walked off the elevator to get back to your flat. “no way” he mumbled to himself. He didn’t just do that, did he really? All by himself, without Chan?. Still shocked, he stood up and walked out of the shop with his iced coffee in his hand and went up to his place. He had forgotten that he was heading out to eat in the beginning so he made something when he got back. He was meeting you tomorrow. All night he couldn’t stop thinking about it, what if he screws things up and losses the change? He tried to stay positive and think about what to do tomorrow, but all thoughts were blank. He had to rely on just the natural course. Next morning, he decides to not go to the lobby to seem casual and he slept in. he had a small lunch in the day time and was now sitting on the sofa watching some documentary when all of a sudden he gotten a phone call from none other but you. As soon as his phone lit up, out of nervousness he threw his phone to the other side of the couch. He quickly ran over to get it and picked up sitting back down to relax. “Hey y/n!” he says, without making you suspicious of what just happened. You replied back, “hey, are you free right now? This is really the only time I have to go out.” You sounded drowsy on the phone, as if you just woke up. “yeah, right now is perfect! We can meet out in the lobby, I’ll call a cab.” Han was ready to meet you, even if he were in a dying situation he would still leave and see you. “okay great! Thanks again for taking the time, I’ll see you then?” he replied quickly to not seem as if he’s bored. “no problem, I’ll see you then” you both hung up. Han was having a panic attack right when you said, “right now”. He didn’t think you would say right now, well he did but he didn’t think you would really call in general. He thought that himself would have to end up making the call. Standing up from the couch in the phone in his hand, he quickly heads to his room and rushes to his closet. He looks throughout everything and finally after 10 minutes of staring at his cloths, he decides to wear an almost formal jacket, unbuttoned with a white t-shirt and black jeans. He wanted to look nice because he was planning on staying a while with you, he doesn’t know how long you’ll stay though. After fixing his hair and grabbing extra things he decides to bring a professional camera(that he stole from hyunjin) because he heard the sunsets are nice….and he was thinking he might sneak a pic or two of you. After rushing out of his place, almost

Slamming the door, he ran to the elevator and waited for you on the couches of the lobby. After what felt like maybe five minutes of pure anxiety he finally sees you. You were wearing a short white sun dress with light flowers all over. The dress hugged you tightly at your waist and your breasts, while the skirt flared at the right part of your body. It had thin spaghetti straps and on each of them, it had a small lace tied into a bow. Your hair was done wavy and let down with the top half up to bring out your pretty face structure. He choked on his water that he brought, but luckily you were looking away at the right moment. He stood up from the chair and straightened himself. You both faced and headed for each other. “didn’t think you’d actually come” you say jokingly. “oh come on” he says laughing at the thought of him just not caring to come, which was impossible. “the cabs out in the front, it wouldn’t even take us 10 minutes to get there”, you smiled knowing it wouldn’t take long. You both head out with Han right behind you. He extended his arm over you to reach the door first to hold the door open for you, he didn’t want such a small girl holding the door for anyone, or even yourself. As he was letting you and himself out, he noticed how short your skirt was. He’s seen you wear short things but today was slightly shorter. It was barely covering your under garments. He knew that if you had bended over to get something, even just a little, he would see everything you had hiding. Maybe that would be one of the secret tasks he would give himself for today, just later today, throw something one the floor and you’ll most likely pick it up he thought. Doesn’t sound so hard does it? Still spaced out, he happens to multitask and gets in the car with you, holding the door open as you crouch down to get in the car. Your skirt rises up but your hand reaches to the back to slid it back down, almost unnoticeable if someone wasn’t paying attention. The car ride wasn’t awkward at all for some reason. You both were talking and you were telling him about all the places you’ve for so long wanted to go to since you moved. He took notes and remembered every place for the next time, even though you never mentioned a next time, he’s just hoping there is. When the cab arrives, you look out the window and see the flower field. It was beautiful. It had large wide hills that expanded and flowers covering every inch of land there was. Only a few people in the far were sitting by themselves either eating or reading. You thought the sunsets here would look amazing, but it was still early in the afternoon. You both walk on the covered hill and find somewhere far and private to sit. You both were about to sit when you quickly went through your bag to find a yellow thin blanket. Han collapsed on the blanket and he noticed your small laugh at his silliness. He thought you looked so beautiful with all of the flowers near you. He wanted to so badly take a picture of you, but he didn’t know if you were comfortable with that. Until you noticed something near his hand, you didn’t really see all this time. “What’s that?” you say. “oh this? its my camera, I brought it just in case.” He says nervously, he knows you wouldn’t expect anything of it but still he got fidgety in the moment. “oh, you should take some pictures!” you say anxiously. He quickly rolls over to lay on his tummy in a funny way making you laugh and aims the camera at the sun, slightly lowering it to get the ground. He took the picture and then stretched his arm and showed you the picture. You were in a daze when you saw how good it came out. He couldn’t get the idea out of him taking the picture of you. Even if it’s not anything bad, he still wants something to keep for later he thought. In a joking way, to make it seen normal, he quickly sat up and lifted the camera to his face and aimed it to face you and made sure to get the rest of your body. He was far enough so you looked framed and could see you and the background perfectly. You yelped at the sudden flash of the picture being

taken but you laughed. You quickly sat next to him to see how the picture came out. He started getting fidgety again but he gained control and showed the camera of you. Your faced was surprised, he was shocked that you didn’t expect yourself to look that good in one shot. You took the camera, having your hand on his while he was still holding it as well, and observed the picture more. “Never thought it would turn out like this” you say smiling. This was the first time he ever saw you smile at yourself. He was proud, especially because he took it. He was instantly thinking about saving the picture for the rest of his life for sure. When you pulled your hand away to sit back, he put the camera to the side of him and suddenly you got up and started running down one of the hills. He saw you laughing and jumping, picking flowers, and throwing then up in the air while spinning around. He quickly got his camera and stood up. He started taking fast pictures of you. You noticed and signaled him to keep going. Eventually you yelled for him to come down with you and he came to you. You both were in a cloudy feeling, it felt ethereal. Both laughing and jumping, you ran to him and snatched his camera and started taking pictures of him. He was getting shy but he enjoyed that you were paying close attention to him. You both collapsed on the ground out of breath and smiled at each other. Such a silly girl he thought, so innocent. How is she ever going to handle for what’s to come with him. “Want to grab something eat?” voice low he asks, not wanting the day to end. “sure!, I haven’t eaten yet” you reply, handing back the camera. Both of you eventually, after figuring out what to eat, get up and pack when you had left on the upper hill and started walking to where you guys had come from. When met with the main road, he decided to not put his hand on you, but have his hand around the back of you as a guard. It started getting busy and he wanted you to be safe and protected by him. Once at the restaurant, you both sit down in the cold place, across from each other. You both ordered your dish, and Han helped with the translation part. While waiting for the food, you both look over the pictures that were taken and laughed at how silly you both were being. When the food arrived, he thought that you wouldn’t like the food, but instead you loved it. You loved trying new things and traveling, he noticed over the whole day, you were getting excited over the smallest things. Cute he always thought. You still looked as pretty, maybe even more from when he first saw you today. He could tell that you both were getting comfortable with each other. After eating, he decides to get up and pay. You try and stop him because of how much he already did today but he insisted. As soon as he sat back down, gathering his things and ready to leave, you get a phone call from your phone. He saw the caller ID and it was your mom. You quickly answered and it sounded as if you and she were arguing, but you were trying to hide it. He was concerned, but you then hung up and put your phone in your bag. “I have to get home” you say quietly. He noticed your mood change, but you weren’t bad at hiding it. “okay, is everything alright?” he asked in concern. Your head was down but you pulled it back up to lighten the mood again. “yeah, just in a rush I guess” you say, trying your best to give a warm smile. He nods his head and you both stood up and the cab was outside waiting. He opened the door for you and got into the car. The ride was halfway silent but It wasn’t awkward. Both of you were in just deep thought. One thinking about the call they just had, and the other….well..they were thinking about the other person. Once arrived back to the apartment complex, you both step out the car and Han opens the door you both to step in the lobby. Walking over to the elevator, you both step in. you were looking at yourself in the mirrored elevator. A blank face you had, but when he saw you look back at him, you smiled. He was glad he could make you smile, even for a little bit.

When you both stepped out of the elevator into the 4th floors hallway, you both face each other. “Thank you for today, I really had a good time with you” you say giving a big smile “no problem, it was nice seeing you. Whenever you want to go out just tell me, anytime!" you give a bigger smile at his response. "I’ll see you later then Han!" you say, he loved hearing you say his name, even if it was nothing much. "I’ll see you later y/n” after waving each other goodbye, you both walked away in the opposite direction in the hallway. getting near to his place he was in disbelief. “So, this is how she is” he mumbles smirking to himself. What a clueless little girl he thought. As he stepped to his flat, he put his key in and opened the door. It was silent, which for some reason felt weird. He heads to his bedroom and takes a shower, getting ready for bed. The camera was in the corner of his room and he instantly went to it. He looked over the pictures and connected it to his computer that was closed, laying on the side table. He then sat in bed while it was downloading the pictures and edited it there. When it finally loaded, he decided to put it as his home wallpaper. He smiled and then sighed. He felt like it was wrong to just do a quicky to the picture, but he thought about it and convinced himself that he usually does it after every time of seeing you so he quickly pulled his pants down and started pacing his hand on himself. Imagining you in your short dress rising it up for him, or even just you bending over to grab something and the skirt falling upwards to almost your waist, not pulling it down this time. It didn’t take him long to reach his high this time, usually it’s like this but he just spent the whole day with you so that was the main reason he thought. After his little session, he turned his computer off and fell asleep instantly. When Han had woke up the next day, he felt more refreshed than ever. He wanted to try doing his usual routine of seeing you so he got dressed and headed to the elevator without having breakfast yet. When he arrived at the elevator doors, he didn’t see you so he guessed you were already by the lobby going to the shop, but strange thing is that it never really happens. When stepping out of the elevator and into the lobby he didn’t see you there either. He started to panic. What if she left? What if something happened last night? While looking around, but making it look casual, he heads to sit down at the coffee shop. His stomach was growling and he saw people ordering food, which made it even worse. Eventually after sitting down trying to calm down by scrolling through his phone, he sees you from afar. You were in casual comfy clothes with a cardigan over. he noticed you looked tired, as if you didn’t get any sleep at all. You walk over and step into the line, not noticing him. When he saw you get your small sandwich and drink, you started heading for a table when you noticed him in the corner of the shop, near a small window. Han pretended to look up and finally see you while he gave a big smile and gestured to come his way. You came to him giving a big smile. “Good morning!” you say, trying to wake yourself up. “Morning” he replies but really wants to ask about last night but that might be pushing it maybe? “Hey so um, are you okay? You seemed in a big rush to get home, did I do something wrong or-“ “no you didn’t, my mom wanted me home, she didn’t know I was out.” You say while putting your head down, almost ashamed. He could tell that something else had happened last night, or even now. Looking at you, he saw something as if you were hiding your family life from him. He didn’t want to be one of the regular people to you though, he wanted to be someone that you could depend on and tell everything to. “oh ok, well if you ever want to go out again just tell me. I’m always ready to be the tour guide.” He said while giving a smirk, trying to make you give his favorite smile. You laughed at the thought of yourself just dragging him everywhere and him showing you places. “wellll, I can’t

really go out right now but we can meet up somewhere else if that’s okay with you?” you reply. Han got exited in his head, he was hiding it of course, but the only place he thought of was his house. The thought of you coming to his house was crazy, he never thought you would even talk to him in the first place, so how did it get to this? “Yeah, you can come by my place if you want?” he says unsure, scared you would turn down the offer, but instead you gave a warm smile. “That’s perfect, text the apartment number, I’ll be there in the afternoon” he was so happy you were going to come; the only thing was is that he needs to clean his house. With everything going on, he’s never really had time to properly straighten up and he wanted it to look presentable for you. “do you want me to bring some food, I’ll find something?” you ask, even though you don’t really know places to eat. “no your fine, I might make something” he says, you instantly were curious on his cooking. He could tell you were getting excited and all the past thoughts of this morning looks like it flashed away. Han would have stayed with you at the table, but he knew he had to start cleaning so you both made the plan official and said your greetings. he started cleaning, he found that mostly everything was just out of place. He vacuumed and sprayed maybe what felt like 10 cans of Febreze. He wanted to cook something that wasn’t too out of your range so he just did rice with multiple options of meat and vegetables. He wanted to feel comfortable so he put on sweatpants and a white t-shirt. He wanted to eat with you so when he finished cooking, he left it on the side of the stove until you came. He sat down on his couch and turned on the tv. He sat back and waited for maybe five minutes until he heard a tiny knock on his door. He fluffed and combed through his hair with his fingers while rushing to the door. He opened the door and you were standing there, giving the biggest smile. You had on cotton shorts with an oversized graphic t-shirt. He gestured his hand for you to come in and as you were walking in, he noticed your bunny slippers. As you walked the ears went up and the funniest part was you weren’t looking down to see the ears go up. He thought it was the cutest thing ever to see you like this. As you were walking in, you were purely taking in the sight. “woah, you live in here??” you asked. You didn’t think this complex made flats like this. It wasn’t too overwhelming as if someone rich lived here, but it looked well-made and proper. “yep” he says, as if he wasn’t spacing out again. As soon as you walk in, the kitchen is on your left and if you go straight ahead, the dining and living room rest near the big open window. You looked to your left and saw a long hallway, it had his main bedroom and a small guest room. “I made food, its nothing much. I hope it’s okay for you”. You walk back to the kitchen from being near the window looking out and you look at the food in front. “this looks so good, I don’t know what you’re talking about” you say laughing. You both dish out food and go to sit down, he could tell that you didn’t want to be respectful and sit on the couch but he gestured his hand to come over and sit with him. You both ate, watching a documentary that he was continuing from before you came. When you both finished, he sat back at the couch and looked through a selection of movies. “y/n, are you into horror movies?” you were looking out the window again, admiring the scene of the city. “um I don’t know” you say, embarrassed that your scared. He laughed, he could have kept laughing for longer but he kept it short, he didn’t want you to think he was making fun of you. “it’s okay, we’ll find something”. Eventually you both found a mid-horror/funny movie to watch. You both were siting comfortable and close to each other. He wanted to keep his distance though so the thought of him putting his arm around you was thrown away. He noticed that you were falling asleep leaning up against the couch. He looked at the way you pouted and had a soft face when you

sleep. Your bunny slippers were sliding off your feet and he was noticing your shorts. The way you were angled on the couch, it made your shorts rise up. Your t-shirt was covering a part of your shorts but soon enough, while you were still sleeping, it adjusted just for it to rise up. He tried looking away and continuing the movie, but it was so hard for him. You were right there, what do you expect when your sleeping on his couch, wearing the shortest shorts he’s ever seen. And the best part to it he thought was that you had no idea what you were doing to him. You just decided throughout the days to wear those particular cloths, trying to look nice. After a few minutes of the eager to not stare, but lost, Han sees your phone light up. He didn’t think it would be too important until he read that it was your mom. Before he could even reach for the phone, you already were waking up and picking up the phone. This didn’t sound good to him. You weren’t talking to back to the phone at all, you just had the phone to your ear. He turned away, to make it seen as if he doesn’t notice. You soon enough hung up the phone and jolted your head to him. “I’m so sorry, I have to go now.” You say, getting up from the couch and heading for the door. “thanks for everything, the food was amazing by the way”, you said giving a smile. He quickly stood up “no problem….but are you okay, something go wrong?” he says, even though he knows the answer. “I can’t really talk about it now, I’ll come back tomorrow to tell you. My mom isn’t going to be home for a few days.” Reaching for the door you quickly added, “I’ll see you later Han” giving a small wave and a big side smile. “see you later y/n”. So many things had happened at the moment that when you had left, his face was still and blank, tying to register. So officially he for sure figured out that your mom has been closing you from the outside world and most likely is abusive. He didn’t ever really see any marks on you but of course, there’s makeup. Even if she didn’t though, he could still tell that your mom was doing wrong. He was glad that your now are going to be comfortable with telling him everything. And then thinking about that, he realized that you’re coming back tomorrow. That funny part about was that you invited yourself. You didn’t ask him if you could come over to his place again. He actually liked that a lot though. A small innocent girl, telling him what she wants and not asking first. It would have been better to ask first but it’s okay. You’re still coming for him. He turned off the tv and went to clean when he noticed the dishes were already done. He remembered when he was scrolling through to look for a movie, he heard the sink on for a while. If he had noticed at the time, he would have stopped you. But he guessed you did it when he was distracted. What a sweet girl he thought, caring for him. He thought that you maybe smelled the too much Febreze in the house and guessed that he was cleaning before. Han definitely is going to repay you the next time you see each other, he doesn’t just let little things slid like that. He had worked on some things on his computer for a couple minutes before going straight to bed. In the morning, he made the biggest mistake of his life and slept through his alarm specifically set to go see you every day. He was going to try to go down and see if you were still there, but there was no chance. By that time, you would have done left heading back to your place. Instead he just got out of bed and made himself breakfast. After finishing, he decided maybe to call you and checkup casually. You didn’t answer and he started to get worried. What if something happened to you? What if your permanently banned from going out anymore? To take his mind off of the situation, he went to work on some things with one of the members and when he came back the afternoon started to kick in and he tried calling again, but you didn’t pick up. He tried texting you, but all of it wasn’t shown read by you. He officially started to think that this was it, this is the day

that you would vanish without him getting the big chance with you he always wanted. He always saw you and how you looked like you were struggling so badly. You hid it so much, but he always saw through it. He wanted to be the one to make you feel good. He wanted to please you and for him the be the last person you see every day. It was getting dark now and he was laying sideways on his couch in the living room watching tv. The place was quiet and still, until he heard the tiniest knock on the door. It couldn’t be y/n he thought. Now? At this time? It was around 9 o’clock but still, he doesn’t see you as the type to be up at this time. He still wanted to answer the door, even though he had no hope at all. He walked over and opened the door to see who it was. And it was the sight of his life. You were wearing an extremely short black silk dress and wore heels that had an exaggerated arch, you held a brown blazer in your hand as if you were just wearing it, your hair was let loose and done and you had a simple necklace with diamond earrings on. You were stunning. The outfit wasn’t overdone though, it looked like it could be an everyday wear and a onetime thing. He guessed that you had went out but you don’t go out alone. “H-hey” his voice cracked lightly, it wasn’t noticeable but how could anyone not, so many things were happening. “hey, I’m sorry. I had to drop my mom to the airport and there was a lot of special people I didn’t really know, am I able to still come in or is-” you couldn’t even finish your sentence when he had cut you off. “no, no, it’s fine, come in”, he moved out the way making space for you to enter in. You walked in observing the place again, He was so thankful that he didn’t make too much of a mess as it looked practically the same as yesterday. He observed you as you took your heels off and went to where his usual shoes were placed to put them there. “hey, I wanted to ask, can I look at your bedroom for a sec? I wanted to see if it looks like out here.” You ask, looking at him from afar. “yeah sure” he didn’t really care, but the thought of you going had some type of feeling on him. He went ahead of you to guide you to the right door and you followed both walking in the room. Even though he had turned on the lights, his room still had a dark setting to it. It was peaceful and simple in the room. Straight ahead was a king-sized bed and two furnaces on each side. On the far left of the room, the was a purely open window and a desk on the side, resting his computer and recording things. On the right side, there was what seemed to be a master bathroom and closet. You walked into the bathroom and were stunned at the view. There was also a big open window and held both a standing shower and bathtub with 2 sinks. “woah” you say, never seeing this type of bathroom ever. He chuckles at how every time you noticed a window, your eyebrows raise up and your eye lids open wide as if it was the greatest thing you’ve ever seen. He follows you back to the bedroom and notices you sit down at the edge of his bed looking out the window. He walks over and places himself right next to you. “Y/n” saying quietly and lowed voiced. Your head looks over to face him and he’s already looking at you. “I want you to be honest with me, I know things have been going on. You don’t have to be scared to tell me, I want you to have someone to talk to”. Sighing, he tries to keep looking at you, but your head slowly falls down. He notices a small tear fall down your puffy cheek and he raises his arm to brush his thumb against it. You look back up at him, almost in disbelief that he would ever even care at all. He knew you needed help, he couldn’t just let you cry he thought. So he stretched out his arm and hugged you tightly. He was mostly hugging your head because he knew you didn’t want him to hear your cries. You just sat there silently crying in his arms. He didn’t need you to tell him anything anymore at this point. He knew whatever it was, was enough to hurt and make an innocent girl cry. You both were hugging for a while,

he was brushing his hand against your hair and shushing you calmly. After a little bit and he figured that you had let everything out, he pulled you out of the hug and slightly cupped your face. For a few seconds, he was looking deep into your eyes, seeing how crystal and big they were. And then his eyes were darting between your eyes and you lips. He pulled your face in and bent a little to kiss your forehead. He saw how your eyes opened wide and how you too started to smile softly with your checks red. He was still holding your head secure and you were still looking at him. He felt tension at to what was going on, though he was unsure of what you thought. “I’ve been very dishonest with you Han, I have so much things tha-“ you couldn’t even finish your sentence when he crushed his lips to yours, putting his hand behind your head to push your head into yours and the other hand and your waist. It was sudden but was intimate. Yours hands went to lay on his firm chest and he quivered at your tiny touches. It was only for a few seconds before he had broken the kiss. Both of his hands were now at your waist, holding you firmly not wanting to let go. “let me take care of you, I want you to feel good.” He had a desperate look on his face. He saw how your eyes were big, not knowing how to answer. “tell me what you want princess” his voice was soft, trying to help you. He knew you were very shy, so he wanted to try and be patient with you. It was so hard for him though. He felt like just lifting you up and throwing you on the bed to tell you to get on all fours for him but he thought maybe next time. But he still wanted to have you, and for you to be his. He wanted you to behave for him today, if you didn’t, then he would just forget about waiting for you to answer. But after a few seconds of him waiting, you finally answered. “I want you to take care of me” your voice was high pitched as usually but sounded close to being a whine. “please hannie?” his thoughts went to what a cute toy he has now. “I will, but you have to be a good girl for me, okay?” he asked knowing what would happen if you weren’t. “okay” you looked almost scared but you knew to trust him. He quickly stood up and picked up your body and placed you at the center of the bed. Your dress raised up but he didn’t say anything, he wanted to keep the view without you worrying. Your head was now laying on the pillows beneath you and he was now creeping over you. He started kissing you everywhere, your neck, shoulder tips, and going further down while at the same time, rubbing his hands against your arms and hugging you to touch your open back. He was obsessed with kissing your lips and jawline, leaving open mouth kisses which made you mewl at the sensations. He smirked at the way he was barely doing anything, but it was having such a big effect on you. Both of your legs started to slowly wrap around his waist, making his shirt slightly lift. He was still kissing you everywhere and was going further down to now bellow your belly button, to your inner thighs. He could tell that it was a weird for you having the feeling of having someone so close there. He was teasing you though and he noticed you started moving around for him to get the hint. He then raised up to go back to kissing your neck, whispering things close to your ear. “patience, let me love you first”. He continued, trying to saver every moment just in case he wouldn’t get you back. He never thought that what was happening was even remotely possible, especially because you were being compliant. He was scared you wouldn’t except him but really, you just needed someone to be there for you, especially someone that would keep you company. Still feeling your body, all the times he imagined you, this was better he thought. At this point he was practically licking your whole body. He finally reached back to your thighs and was slowly lifting up your dress. He saw your white laced panties and thought you looked ethereal. Your face was innocent the whole time, and he saw you question why he reacted like that. He was

just purely staring about ten seconds and finally asked, “can I touch here?” you gave a slow nod. Before he did though. He wanted to remove the full dress. He sat you up and pulled the dress off of you. He observed the way your body was just perfect for him and how you had a matching bra on. You tugged on his shirt a little to let him know you wanted it off, so he removed his shirt. He saw the way your big eyes went from his muscular arms, to his firm chest, and then darted to his sculpted abs. “You like?” he asked, but you didn’t respond, only giving him a soft look. You definitely were shy and wasn’t talking much out of nervousness he assumed, but he knew today he would fix that problem. He left your bra on saving that part for later and went back down to meet with your core again. He was massaging your thighs again until he hooked his index finger in the middle of your underwear to pull it down. He saw how your hole was glistening and was proud. He did that? Only thing was that he’s been turned on and hard for a while now. You gulped loud enough for him to hear and he lifted his head, “shhhh, don’t worry baby” you looked at the way he was concentrated, it was insane. He looked back down and was still in disbelief, “so wet for me? You’re just asking for me at this point” he chuckled. Not even a few seconds and he was licking your slit almost completely dry. He latched his teeth onto your bud and tugged just a little to hear a little sound from you. He was going back and forth between tugging and pushing his tongue inside of you while at the same time putting pressure on your sensitive part with his nose . The whole time your hand was pulling on his hair trying to keep steady but you suddenly let go to cover your mouth and pull sheets to your face. He instantly stopped and pulled your hands back down and held onto your wrist tightly. “no no don’t do that, I want to hear your sweet little sounds you make” you cried at his voice, wanting him to keep talking, but he was still going at it. He was now flicking his strong tongue in and out of you. He was keeping strong eye contact while at the same time just eating you alive, as if he hadn’t eaten at all. He thought you tasted amazing and if he could, he would do this all day. He then circled two fingers around your hole to tease and after hearing you whine, he finally put in his middle finger and curled his fingers hitting your exact spot while moving fast. “is this good for you? Or do you want me to go slower?” you shook your head in response to him and were just a moaning mess, but him wanting to hear it more, he pulled out for a second to just add his index along with his middle still licking. He noticed how you were clenching around his fingers after every word he says. “baby you’re so tight, I don’t think you can take me” you hummed in response. He raised his left hand that wasn’t in use and forced his arm behind your back to unclasp your bra now. “so pretty” He said, staring hard while keeping his fingers in but then went straight to massaging to now sucking and biting on your breasts. You now were holding onto his arms for dear life and tears were running down. After a little bit, he pulled out his finger and licked off the excess from his fingers while his face was cover in you mostly on his nose and chin, following after he removed his sweatpants being left in his underwear. You looked at his growing bulge through it and instantly turned your head up to face up. “you want this?” he asked looking down and then back to face you. You nodded but he wasn’t too pleased with your response. “you need to use your words baby, how would I ever know what you want me to do if you don’t use that mouth of yours?” he was patient but his voice was firm. “I’ll ask one more time again, do you want me to stuff your little hole?” he really wanted you to listen to him, he saw how you straightened your back and nodded. “yes, I want you to, please” your voice was tiny but it didn’t crack. “good girl” he said while giving a smirk. Either way he knew you wanted it, he just wanted to hear

you say it. “you’re being so good for me” he kept saying as he one last time kissed your slit. He sat up and took his underwear off, throwing it across the room. He positioned you right and spread your legs further while taking your right leg to throw it over his shoulder. “tell me if anything hurts okay? I’ll stop if you want me too” you shook your head fast and he looked at you for conformation and you nodded your head to let him know it’s okay. He started to slip his tip in, making sure to angle it perfectly. He wanted to make sure that you weren’t hurt so he didn’t go in so suddenly. As he was still pushing in, he saw you arch your back while you mouth was left open trying to gasp for air. When he finally reached the farthest he could go, he first pulled out a little to start and then began jamming himself in you. He held your waist in place so you couldn’t move much and so that he had better control. He felt your nails digging into him and leaving scratches on his back, he loved the thought of being out and seeing the marks you made for him. “I need to hear you say my name, who is doing this to you?” it took you a few seconds to even realize what he was saying but before you could even answer him, he was going faster. He kept your right leg over his shoulder while the other one was gripped at his waist tightly, he still was keeping the right angle to have you screaming. “what did I tell you about not using your words, or do you want to just forget about the whole taking care of you thing?” he was teasing you. “who is making you feel good?” you then moaned out his name, making him groan at the satisfaction. “I-I think I-”,you started stuttering which made him chuckle at how close to stimulation you were. “oh you want to cum on me? It’s okay to make a mess on me princess” as soon as you heard him say that, you reached your high and let go on him. following after you, he did as well. You both felt each other on yourselves. He continued a little while after and slowing down to have your high last longer. When both coming down, he pulled out and saw you dripping out. He took all of what was coming out and shoved it right back in, following with him licking his fingers with a loud pop. “stay here, I’ll help clean you up.” He got up and was about to head for the bathroom when he felt a hand pull back on his arm and he looked back at you. “it’s okay, I want to take a shower either way” you say, trying to get up, but as soon as you stood your legs gave in. He then picked you up bridal style and took you to his shower. You stood in the shower, thinking that It would just be you and turned on the water. Not even a second later, he pulled you in by your waist and was hugging you from behind. He was hugging you, but at the same time observing how you were rinsing your hair out and it made him want to kiss you even more. He was just towering over you from behind and it gave you chills the way he was licking off water from your skin. He turned you around and knelt down to be face to face with your breast while still holding your waist but from the front. He was sucking on your right nipple while his right hand was massaging your left. You were playing with his hair and adding water to it. He was turned on again and stood up to give open mouth kisses all over. With almost every kiss, he was making sweet sounds out of his mouth that you enjoyed hearing. he was rubbing all of your body, making sure to get familiar with it, but he still was stunned and never would. “so pretty, just for me” he continued licking all over when suddenly he smashed his lips into you. It was more intimate and was forcing his tongue to be let in. he was holding your jaw in an angle for himself to control the kiss, which means you really had no say but you didn’t mind it at all. He was just sucking on your lips until he suddenly broke the kiss to lift you off your feet, having you wrap your legs around him and him grabbing your butt to be in place while squeezing it. he then started pushing you up against the wall and raised you up a bit to tease you with

his tip. He was rolling it along your folds and was occasionally stopping right at your hole, and then continuing back. You were crying out for him to stop, and that little nickname you gave him “hannie”, wasn’t helping for his part. “do you want me to fill you up again baby?” you started to whine and begged. He accepted the request and this time gave no warning and started railing himself into you, having his head in the crook of your neck, sucking on it every now and then. He was pushing himself while and the same time, helping you out by holding your waist and making you go up and down on him. you tried to do the work in the beginning by holding onto his wide shoulders, but it had gotten hard because of the position so he took over easily. This was something he could do maybe for hours. He could hold you up and lift you up and down without stopping, which he was proud of. Whenever he was working out, he always thought of the needs and this was always his first priority, even though he never thought he would get the chance. There were so many things he did for you even though he knew it wouldn’t happen, even speaking English more than usual. The members even noticed and asked him about it and of course, he just gave a lame excuse. But he really tried for you, and now him being able to see you messed up by himself was something his eyes were struggling to take off of. He noticed you kept trying to get a certain friction and you were desperate because of your strength. He lowered his hand and started rubbing circles on your bud to get you to your high faster, and it did. “it’s okay baby, you’re doing so well for me. You shook your head in response, you were getting weaker. “no I-can’t” he then looked up at you and kissed you. “just a little longer okay?” After just a few, you both again reached your high and was moaning out his name while his head fell back making a loud groan come out of him. Both of your mouths were left hanging at the familiar flash of pleasure, which felt better this time than before. When both of you finally came back to reality, he rest you back on the ground helping you to stand and was leading you to were the water was pointed. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, making you tiny and didn’t let go. “I love you so much Y/n” he whispered in the small of your neck. You came out of the hug and pulled his jaw to face you, cupping his cheeks. “I love you too Jisung” and he smiled brightly at the sudden name that you never used. He kissed you quickly and splashed water on the top of your head and you both continued showering. When done, he helped you step out and brought you a soft towel. “I just put your cloths in the wash” as he came to you, he handed you some of his own cloths, a big t-shirt and a pair of shorts. He watched you put on his cloths and he decided to help dry your hair. He sat you down on a chair that was still in the bathroom near the big window and pulled out a hair dryer, following after he did his own. You both finished and head back to the bedroom. Walking you over to the other side of the bed, he put you on the spot that he normally sleeps and crawled over on the never used side of the bed. He tucked you under the covers and came next to you and hugged you tightly as you were practically folded in his arms forwards facing each other. He had a shorts on but had no shirt on which made you warmer. After a few seconds, you re-arranged yourself and pulled your hand up to slide your hand along his toned body and playing with his fluffy hair. He was calm from the tingly feelings you made. He was rubbing your head pulling it into his chest while putting his chin to rest on the top of your head. This was perfect, this was better than he could have ever imagined he thought. He felt like he just won the lottery and spent his money on the best of things. He for sure didn’t want this to be the end. “sooo, what’s the plans for tomorrow?, Coffee shop?” he asked. You both laughed, still holding on tight to each other. “I’ll take you somewhere nice, I promise”. You knew you could trust him, he

he was the only person you could ever rely on even though you only met him a few days ago. Both of you fell asleep and all night while he had his arms around you, even when you turned, he still had at least one hand on you to make sure you still were there. When he had woke up, he darted his eyes to you and was relieved that you were still there. Your eyes were still closed and were facing him. his arm was still wrapped around you and he put himself on his back, looking at the ceiling and sighed of relief. He got up from the bed and headed to the bathroom. When he finished, not even a few seconds later he saw you move a little. “hey y/n” he said while rubbing your arm to gently wake you up. Eventually your eyes open and you see him looking at you. He was still standing, brushing his hands through his hair. He gives a closed eyes smile and you smiled as you quickly jumped onto him, having him hold you as your legs knelt on the bed. He went to sit back down when he suddenly laid back because you were still hugging him, he hummed in response to your cuteness. “hungry?” he asked, your head jolted up to face him. “yes!” you loved his cooking and was hoping that was what he meant. “I left some things in the bathroom for you to use” you nodded in response and quickly got up heading to the bathroom. Han in the meantime stepped out of the room and headed for the kitchen. He really liked the idea of someone else in his house and was happy he got to make you breakfast, especially knowing you eat the same thing almost every day. He made a whole thing for you, eggs, bacon, French toast, pancakes, and for some reason felt the need to add his left-over cheesecake from yesterday when he went out. He was just about to plate everything, when he saw you come out of the room and you ran over to see what he made. Your eyes were big when you saw everything. “there’s so much food! You didn’t have to do that”, you looked at him silting your head. “ Yes I did, now you go eat” he handed you a plate with loads of food as he led you to the table. He sat down at the head of the table and you sat next to him. “I can’t eat all this” you say as you were looking at your plate. He laughed, “yes you can, if you can’t then I guess more for me” you chuckled at him. You both ate and were full. After eating you both went to sit on the couch looking for places to go when he suddenly remembered that your mom is coming back, and this might be only temporary. He was worried and was trying to shake it off and not tell you but he started getting quiet and you eventually realized he was off. “are you okay, did I do something?” you ask as he turns his head to you. “no no, you didn’t do anything.” You didn’t believe him. “I’m just worried about your mom coming back that’s all, you didn’t do anything baby” you were at relief when he had said that. He hugged your head while laying back on the couch. “she’s not coming back until a few days” you say. Still he wasn’t satisfied at your answer. “if you told your mom that you were to live somewhere else, would she let you?” he said smiling at you, trying to lighten the mood. “not really, only If it was for me going to school” you say, frowning at the thought of not being able to stay with him. “then just tell her that then” he adds. You shook your head but then actually thought about it, it really was the only way. “hmmm…..okay I’ll tell her when she gets back” he smiled brightly and quickly put you on his lap to hug you. You were finally going to live with him, and you are now his. That’s all he ever wanted, so much to the point sometimes he forgot about the other members. Eventually when the time came, you told your mom and after a few days of begging, she let you leave not knowing anything about Han. It didn’t take you long to move in with him. As soon as you stepped to the door, he was already hugging you tight. Living together was a very dangerous secret, but it’s worth it you both thought. He wouldn’t let anyone touch you or bother you anymore, you wouldn’t even need to think twice about it. Even if she did find out,

Han would be there to protect you, and you wouldn’t even have to face her. Soon after living there permanently, you meet the other members and became all good friends. They were first shocked at the news but happy for Han, and everything was going right. You supported him and helped him with everything, and even sometimes stay at the dorms with him if he wanted to see them. And yes, he didn’t have to get up early to go see you for a few seconds anymore. He had you all to himself now.

#kpop #han jisung #straykids fanfic #stray kids smut #han jisung smut #jisung x y/n #straykids scenarios #han jisung scenarios #kpop fanfic #quokka #han quokka #hannie #stray kids fluff #han fluff #jisung fluff #han jisung fluff

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sadlynotthevoid · 11 months

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I want to read a lcf fic where tboah cale from a shitty alt-universe gets thrown to lcf universe and now krs!Cale has to deal with an 18-20-year-old tboah!Cale with below zero self-esteem.

And it's permanent.

The universe-hop thing, not his low self-esteem (I hope).

Tboah!Cale doesn't mind staying there. Maybe he ended world-hopping on purpose, maybe he knew beforehand he was changing universes, maybe it was worth it, maybe he thought no one was going to miss him anyways. Maybe all of them.

And the Henituse family welcomes him. They're warm, they try to make him feel like one of them, they include him, talk with him, smile at him. They listen to him, actually listen, and try to get to know him—

—And that's more than anyone has done since his mom passed away.

They all have their ups and downs, of course. But they're slowly becoming a family and that means so much. And everyone is happy about it, too.

The most excited one out of them is Lily. She has four brothers now, even if she can't see one of them too often. Y'know, different worlds and everything. Besides, this new brother of hers practice martial arts like her—well, not exactly like her, but he fights— and joins at her training sometimes. He also fights as he walks, like an elegant cat. And she thinks that's cool and cute.

Deruth and Violan are going through an emotional roller coaster, just at different speeds. They both, although delighted to have another son, are experiencing a lot of feelings about the situation. Mostly worry about their new child who gets surprised every time someone is genuinely kind to him, but also shock because they have five children.

Still, Violan is overall content that all Cales are minimum willing to try, calmly bounding with each of them at their own rhythm each one. Tboah!Cale and her have styling afternoons once a week now. Deruth, on the other side, is silently having an existential crisis after another, overthinking about every reaction tboah!Cale has and wondering if og!Cale did or does the same, and feeling worse every time he can't remember. He already ordered Hans to punch him if he gets too trapped on it or does something stupid. He doesn't want to charge any of his children with that again.

Bassen accepted the whole world-hopping-alt!hyung really quick because he just got used to weird shit from krs!Cale and Cale!Roksoo's unique ways of thinking. Something like this was just bond to happen at some point.

He caught tboah!Cale's bad mental state on the first hours of meeting him and assumed it had to do something with their other selves. He just wants to know, why does his brother have to suffer in every life? At least he can do something about it now.

Bassen is very surprised when they announce that tboah!Cale is staying. He thought that was a given. Was it not?

Then they proceed to insist that the other should be the heir. Tboah!Cale wins but not for the reason he expected.

After some time living in this world with his new family, getting to know each other and healing, meeting Krs!Cale's friends, and just learning to be himself, Krs!Cale gets in his usual shit. Tboah!Cale is not amused. He goes after him, kick some people in the face, set fires a bad guy's pants, and comes back, wearing heels, with Krs!Cale over his shoulder.

That's how he and Alberu meet.

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modernmisadventures · 8 months

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Chapter 2: Reactions

It took three locks to get into Cirdan and Varrus’s apartment. This was on top of the secured access, the doorman-cum-guard dog in the lobby, and the keycard required to take the elevator all the way up to their floor. For Cirdan, it was just another day - for Varrus, it was something of another matter. He wondered if he’d ever get used to it.

But tonight, his head was too full of questions - and a pair of large, brown eyes - for him to do more than feel a momentary anxiousness at the procedure. As soon as the door swung shut at their backs and they entered the well-appointed sitting room of their apartment, he pounced. “So, that girl. Who was she?”

Cirdan didn’t answer immediately, making his way through the seating towards the kitchen. He slipped inside and moments later Varrus could hear the refrigerator open. “Come in here while I see if there’s anything to eat,” called the Au Ra.

"You just downed two drinks and an entire plate of nachos and you're still hungry?" Varrus couldn't help but shake his head with a snort - gods knew that man had a bottomless appetite, for more than just food. All the same, he settled himself onto a stool at the island, but refused to let his friend off so easily.

"You can talk and forage at the same time. So, what's the deal?"

“Ugh.” Cirdan bent down and stuck his head in the fridge, wondering for the thousandth time why he didn’t just get a side-by-side. “There’s shit all in here. I’m going to order in some Doman food. The usual?” Without waiting for the Elezen to respond, he slid his tomephone from his pocket and placed the order.

Varrus was almost certain he was stalling on purpose, and waited in impatient silence.

Finally, Cirdan tucked his phone in his pocket and sighed. “You heard her. Her name is Ciprys.” More silence, and he cursed. “We kind of grew up together. Her parents moved into our neighborhood when her mother was still pregnant, and I was about two. I don’t remember much, except my mother wasn’t very thrilled to have academic-types in her domain.” The Au Ra hardly had to explain more; though Varrus had never met his mother, he’d been treated to plenty of diatribes about her high-class - and high-maintenence - ways.

“Anyway,” he continued, slipping out of the kitchen and collapsing onto one of the overstuffed chairs, which creaked ominously beneath the weight of his plus-seven-feet frame, “her parents were also quite close to the Satrap of Radz-at-Han, so father couldn’t do anything about it without making more waves than he was willing to at the time. So they stayed, and mostly they stayed out of our way.”

He stared up the ceiling, lost in his own thoughts until Varrus pointedly cleared his throat. “I probably actually met her for the first time when she was six and I was eight. One of my father’s men was dressing me down; I’ve forgotten why, now.” He smiled. “It wasn’t important. It was summer, and hot, and I didn’t want to stand there on the sidewalk in front of her house getting chewed out because I’d done something any eight-year old would do. All of a sudden, she comes tearing out of the house, yelling at the man to stop being ‘such a bully’. You know how auri women are so tiny compared to the men?”

Varrus nodded.

“Well, they’re always that tiny. She’s six years old, all of three fulms nothing, and she comes tearing across her yard and plants herself right between me and… gods, I don’t even remember his name.” Cirdan’s smile is surprisingly tender, given his usually fierce demeanor. “And she proceeded to let him know how it’s not right to yell at a kid, and you shouldn’t pick on people smaller than you, and didn’t his mother raise him right to not throw a tantrum in public?

“The guy… Jaiko, I think - yeah. Jerky Jaiko. He drew himself up, affronted. I think he might have struck her, but I reached out and pulled her back, and if he’d hit her, he might have hit me. My father’s men, they could yell at me, especially if I was being stupid, but my father would have had their horns if they’d laid a hand on me.” Varrus wasn’t entirely certain that was simply a figure of speech. Cirdan had never exactly told him what he and his father did - but Varrus wasn’t entirely dense.

He just liked having plausible deniability.

Cirdan inhaled deeply. “Her mother comes streaking out of the house, pale with fear. I held up a hand to her - it was a gesture my father used all the time - and she stopped dead in her tracks. I very carefully told Jaiko that the little girl was right, that he was being rude, and that I expected to hear no more on this matter. It was the first time I’d ever stood up to one of my father’s men when they were picking on me. And damned if he didn’t turn as pale as Ciprys and draw himself up. ‘Yes, Master Cirdan’ he said - just as he often said to my father - and he turned and walked away.

“As he left, Ciprys pulled out of my hands,” Cirdan continued, his smile positively sloppy at this point, “turned around, and informed me that she was not ‘a little girl’. ‘I’m Ciprys Dreamweaver’, she said to me, very regally, ‘and you may thank me now.’. Gods,” he sighed. “She hasn’t changed a damn bit. Anyway. I thanked her, and she smiled and very politely told me I was welcome, then went to her mother, took her mother’s hand, and led her back into the house. We were fairly inseparable after that, for a very long time. Her parents hated it. My parents hated it. They learned very early on we didn’t give a damn and if they tried to keep us apart, we’d simply sneak out and meet up anyway. Then I had to go to Doma for a few years to serve in the Master’s household, and while I was gone, she went off to college. I figured that was the end of that. But she’s here,” he whispered. “And damned if I didn’t miss her.”

“So… Did you ever…?” Varrus let the word hang, his intent clear - it was evident just how much the woman meant to his friend. So much so that he couldn’t help if their reunion had been entirely coincidental. Cir had never spoken such words about any of his partners - and Varrus had had the misfortune of meeting a few in the early mornings after his buddy’s escapades, but they were always in and out, never the same each night; hells, he’d never even known any of their names, the rare occasions he did meet them.

So to hear Cir speak so happily, candidly about this Ciprys woman… Well, it was clear she was special. Beyond special.

Cirdan was quiet for a moment, mulling over the question. “No. No, we didn’t. She was sixteen when I left for Doma - and maybe she was willing, but I wasn’t. Not with her. I didn’t want - she wasn’t…” He trailed off, frowning, and this may have been the first time Varrus had ever seen him so uncertain. “I wasn’t going to do that to her - not when I was leaving and no idea when I’d be back, or what her life would be. So no. We never.” Then he smiled, slow and lazy. “But there’s always tomorrow, now that I know where she is.”

“You, with the same person, more than a single night? I’ll believe it when I see it,” Varrus snorted - though it was a bit of false bravado; there was little that would bring him more joy than seeing his best friend truly, truly happy with another.

Though he wasn’t exactly looking forward to the sounds that would be coming from the shared wall between their bedrooms.

“Well, come on, loverboy.” He plopped down onto the seat opposite the Au Ra. “Food’s gonna be here soon; what say we get a few rounds in? Winner gets the third egg roll.” With a smirk, he tossed the second controller to Cir, knowing he’d absolutely just lost himself a bet - a shame, really. He loved those egg rolls.

Unfortunately for him, so did Cir. And Cir had one advantage.

He cheats.

Ciprys didn’t quite slam the door shut behind her - but it was a near thing. Her mother’s voice was still ringing against her horns, but she blocked it out with the ease of long practice. It was all piss and wind; her mother had never had the fortitude to follow through on any of her threats. Not that Ciprys particularly tested that - she loved her mother and father, and she recognized that their overbearing nature came from anxiety about raising her so far away from kith and kin.

But she was twenty-one years old, by the gods, and she deserved to have her own damn life.

“I need a job,” she said to the air. “I need to stop racking up degrees and just get a damn job with them.”

Her parents would be surprised to find out that rather than being a dilettante who had been in school for nearly four years now with nothing to show for it that she’d actually managed to scrape up two degrees and was on the verge of a third. Refusing to walk or be announced by the school had simply been one more way of taking control of her own life. And since her grades had been exceptional - as expected - the U had been more than willing to indulge her, even against two of their more valuable professors.

But she didn’t want a job. Not one that had her tied to a desk, or a bar, or a building. She wanted to travel, she wanted to see places she’d only heard of, meet people she’d never known existed. She wanted to experience the world first-hand… and she wanted to capture it, she mused as her roaming eye fell upon the camera tucked on her dresser, through a lens, then share it with the rest of the world.

And her parents would never go for it. Without a means of support, that dream was just a dream - she’d known that the moment she’d fallen in love with photography and made it her second degree. They’d never let her out of the city - and if they knew how far away she wanted to go, they’d never let her out of the house. And without a job, she’d never have the means to break those gilded chains.

It all circled back. And why, she wondered, was she thinking of this now?

Jess. Something had changed between the moment she’d walked into the bar tonight, and the moment she’d walked out. She’d already started growing fond of the bartender - and a bit envious of her freedom, her freedom to work, to live away from her parents, to have a life that hadn’t been decided before she was born.

And now there was that other woman - the other Au Ra. The teacher. Someone living the life her parents had imagined for her and happy with it. More than anything, that had made it all hit home: she didn’t want that. She didn’t want the same thing, day after day. She didn’t want the papers, the students, the responsibility.

She wanted to spread her wings.

And if she could just find a degree of independence, it wouldn’t matter what her parents thought of Cir-

No.

Five years. Why hadn’t he told her he was back? How long had he been back? He’d never said anything in the texts, the emails, the little gifts he’d sent anonymously.

Why?

With a grunt, she flung herself on her bed and brooded at the moon rising outside her window. And did her best not to dream a dream of turquoise eyes and wide, spreading wings.

“Can I walk you home?”

“The answer is still no,” Kal’istae replied evenly, ignoring Thancred’s soft sound of disappointment. “I appreciate the invite to the bar, though. I enjoyed meeting your sister.”

Doing his best not to sulk - and how was that even a thing? - Thancred strode along at her side, his hands shoved in his pockets. “Scamp? She’s one of a kind. Minfilia’s more reserved, and Ryne’s more like a daughter, but Jess is exactly the kind of younger sister I wanted growing up.” The affection in his voice was real and rich, and Kal’istae had no doubt in her mind that he meant every word.

Kal’istae let her eyes drift up towards the stars above them, nearly drowned out from the lights of the city. “Is that why you do it?”

“One reason, perhaps,” Thancred replied, only half of his mind on the conversation. “There’s a lot more to it than just filling in the gaps, of course, and it’s mostly for their sakes, not mine - but I’d be lying if I said I got nothing out of it.”

Kal’istae tried to ignore the prick of her conscience, the whisper of her unconscious that suggested that perhaps saying yes, just this once, wouldn’t hurt. She was not interested in leading him on. She liked their relationship exactly where it was - non-existent with a side of friendship.

So why did you go to the bar with him?

Gritting her teeth, she shoved the errant thought away. “Here is where we part ways,” she said instead, indicating the entrance to the underground. “I’ll see you around, Thancred.”

If by around you mean next Wednesday when he inevitably swings by your classroom during his weekly visit to the school.

Well, of course. If he didn’t, she’d probably be very disappointed. Worried, even. Except when he’d had to go out of town, he’d come by every Wednesday like clockwork…

As the thought trailed off, she stared at him as he waited, gazing at her with a puzzled expression.

Oh hells.

“Good night, Thancred,” she said, just a bit faintly. “I’ll see you… I’ll see you.”

His smile was slow, and just a little smug. “Good night, Kali,” he replied, backing away. “I’ll see you Wednesday.”

Yes. Yes he would. And she would be waiting.

Oh. Hells.

#ffxiv #au: misadventures in modern eorzea #oc: varrus varlineau #oc: cirdan takeshi #oc: ciprys dreamweaver #oc: kal'istae miurani #npc: thancred waters #non-canon au #no sundering au #rp fanfiction #multiple authors #author: sasslett #author: ainyan

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cospinol · 2 months

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Double episode kingdom finale!!! and the most important thing is:

WE GOT TO SEE IT!!!!!!!!!! I’ve been sooooo curious about this moment all season because this is the first time the anime has really had to deal with Saki Clan Activities under its current staff; kan ki played relatively nice during the siege of kankoku pass (just due to circumstances. But you know…) so the last time we really saw him in action like this was during sanyou, where the anime famously omitted the bags of eyeballs from the bags of eyeballs scene lol. Kingdom under its new direction has been a lot more willing to show gore even if it’s never on the same level as the manga (and there is a Lot of blood in this scene in the manga that doesn’t show up here), but it did fully remove han roki’s stupid severed head garland in season 4, so I wondered if they’d still be reticent about showing this Thing but in the end we did get to see all the saki clan’s hard work <3 yay!

but i was probably wrong to worry about it, because it’s so absolutely necessary to the plot to see what exactly kan ki did in order to understand ki sui’s reaction & the final piece of kan ki’s plan falling into place…

aka Ki Sui’s Wrong Decision That Is Also The Right Decision (that’s literally materially wrong because kan ki looped back before he was even close to rigan but it’s still the obvious, correct decision)! I’ve been so curious lately about the parallels between this situation and shi ba shou’s Seika Values as he’s laying them out in the manga at the moment, i wonder if his sense of his city’s honour would have led him to make the opposite decision here… it’s impossible to blame ki sui though, even if he is capitulating to kan ki’s way of thinking by letting him win the mind game. Shin didn’t win it either this arc lol

There is something I’ve been holding back on saying all season though and it’s WHERE was ki sui during eikyuu / northern zhao?!!!!!!!! it’s so unthinkable to me that he wasn’t available to provide support during either of the Kan Ki Focused Campaigns and that someone had the line ‘recompense for the people of koku you’ and it wasn’t him. I know he doesn’t care about the people of koku you in and of themselves but ……… so much for rigan’s honour I Guess. shi ba shou never would’ve behaved like this basically

anyways, I haven’t really had much to say about na ki because he’s mostly just been in the background providing support this season, but we got his big moment today (following the scene last week where he steps in to protect bi hei)..

and it’s sweet! ;^; i think it’s because this is such a wonderful moment both for him (and as a simple, touching understanding of what makes the hi shin unit tick) that i get so heated about him turning around in northern zhao, but i won’t get into that here. He’s sweet here and has been all season, I looove how soft-spoken katsuyuki konishi plays him. a really gentle touch…

and of course, thanks to him: rage hot enough to melt stone spotted 🔥🔥🔥

Because io repeats this line in northern zhao I’d thought it was actually an early appearance by her in this scene, but apparently it’s just a jobber saki member and we won’t get to hear her speak properly until that campaign. still, someday though…

also in this same scene where na ki is theorizing about kan ki’s backstory is the real most important moment of the episode, though:

koku’ou got her boytoy!!!! this is just a tiny image in the background of a panel in the manga so I’m so glad we got to see it in full here. Good For Her 💝💓💕

andddd over in the second part of the two-parter I don’t have Much to say because it’s absolutely all sei discourse; I think his argument for his vision of the nation here is way, way stronger than it was back when he was talking to ryo fui last season and it’s admirable progress - and, well, it has to be, because he was really just talking to ryo for talk’s sake while their conflict was actually decided on the battlefield, whereas in this scene it’s really sincerely up to him to convince the king of qi, and his thesis is actually material and actionable to the point that I can believe in it working for once! Unfortunately shou bun kun is also There The Whole Time reacting with shock every time anyone doubts sei to the slightest degree or says basically anything at all & just generally Trying My Patience so it lowers my esteem of the whole sequence a little, unfortunately.

Still, it’s good for what it is, which (in my opinion) is table-setting for the really excellent part of bureaucrats’ job arc, which is ri boku refusing to entertain anything sei says and throwing a massive tantrum and yelling about how he’s the smartest man in the world and then storming out <3 and that’s what we have to look forward to at the beginning of next season, along with mou ten winter outfit which we were TRAGICALLY denied in favour of rushing to the qi situation instead. There was a hou mei panel in that scene… rip

#my final thought on the season. There Should’ve Been Hou Mei In It #thank you for your time.#kingdomposting #txt #I am soooooo surprised it was just One Cour After All AND no s6 announcement i’m… suffering just a little bit…#mou ten winter outfit denied to me wtf we were thiiiis close to seeing his fur trim and you show me SEI instead???????????

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Home Stories: Chapter 6

In which Luke Skywalker reunites with old friends on a new home base, delivers a speech, and digs up dark secrets.

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“I still hate this shade of orange,” Luke called, stepping out of the Millennium Falcon’s bathroom in his flight suit.

“It’s great!” Leia said.

“It’s hideous,” Han said. Their voices clashed over each other, and Han and Leia exchanged annoyed glances.

At least some things don’t change, Luke thought to himself, smiling.

He was three days back in the larger fold of the Alliance as a whole, and today was the day the new recruits arrived.

He barely felt more than a new recruit himself, but apparently blowing up the Death Star came with a few unforeseen benefits, including a squadron, mostly full of greenhorn pilots, all who joined after seeing the explosion.

“They don’t know who I am, right?” Luke asked. “The recruits? They don’t know that I-”

“We don’t tell them,” Leia said, shrugging. “But you’ve seen how fast word travels around here. I hear there’s already a betting pool on whether…I can’t even say it.”

“Oh, the bet on you and Han?” Luke said.

“Ah,” Han said, all smirk and swagger as he approached Leia. “Got any insight on that, princess? I could stand to make some money here.”

“You flatter yourself,” Leia scoffed.

“I’m pretty sure it’s just a money-extortion scheme,” Luke said. (And he was pretty sure he knew who was behind it.)

“Still, it’s a nice thought.”

“It’s a revolting thought,” Leia insisted. “You look good, Luke.”

“Commander Skywalker.” Han said the words with a drawl. “It suits you, kid, congrats.”

“Thanks, Han.” He knew his friend was being sincere. Han had played the cynical card, but it was hard for anyone to deny his loyalty after the Death Star. There were plenty of fighters like Han–drifters, people who came and went as they pleased, who were tied to the Rebellion in only the loosest of terms. There was a surprising lack of pressure from Alliance leadership for these fighters (mostly pilots) to join in a formal role; Luke suspected that the Alliance leadership knew they wouldn’t survive very far without them.

“I’m sure you’ll do great. It’s not that hard to fly an X-Wing, anyways. Not like flying the Falcon.”

“Here we go,” Luke grumbled, as Leia rolled her eyes.

“I could bore you with the specifics, but you two should get going. I can’t be hearing classified Alliance information, remember, Your Worship?”

Leia rolled her eyes, again. “See you soon, Han.”

“Bye, sweetheart.”

“Bye, Chewie!” Luke called. He heard the Wookiee’s grumble from the bowels of the ship. He smiled.

As soon as they stepped off the stairs of the Falcon, Leia let out a large sigh, shaking her head.

“He is so infuriating.”

“The most infuriating,” Luke agreed, although he was tempted to laugh at just how angry Han made Leia.

“You know he’s thirty-two?” Leia said, scrunching her nose. “How a life form reaches the age of thirty-two while being that stupid is honestly a medical miracle.”

“How are you feeling?”

“Nervous,” Luke said. He didn’t bother to hide his fidgeting. “This is…It’s a lot, Leia.” He sighed, straightening his collar again. “A lot of responsibility.”

“It is,” Leia said, stepping towards him. “Did I ever tell you about my first day in the Senate?”

Luke shook his head, curious.

“When I started in the Senate, it felt like everyone was looking down on me. I was sixteen, and I’m not exactly tall now, so I felt like every senator had to bend over just to shake my hand. When I went to speak for the first time-this formality on opening day-my voice shook so bad, I thought I sounded like a bird.”

“Did you?”

“Mon Mothma said I sounded fine,” Leia laughed it off. “Being an Organa, a senator’s daughter, a princess, I’ve always had these expectations on me. To be more than what I was. And a lot of responsibility,” she added. “And yet, I was adopted. I was not the biological child of my parents. So, a lot of people looked at me sideways.”

Luke laughed, recalling uncomfortable memories of having to explain why he lived with his aunt and uncle to the other children at school. “I know that feeling.”

“So you know how deep it can bury inside you, that those doubts never go away.”

Luke breathed deep, in and out, Rostah’s crisp, cool air filling his lungs. “Yeah, I don’t think they do.”

“I didn’t give you this command because you blew up the Death Star, or you met a bunch of recruits, or anything like that. I gave you this command because you came from nowhere, saw a distress call from a woman half the galaxy away, and dropped everything to help her. That’s why I think you will make a great leader, Luke. Because you help others.”

Luke smiled, swelling with pride. “Thank you, Leia.” And then, smiling, “You were probably a really good Senator, huh?”

“The best,” Leia said. She clapped him on the shoulder. “Welcome to the Alliance, Commander Skywalker.”

–

The new home base for the Alliance was tucked away in a lush green mountain range, built upon the ruins of an ancient city. Rostah, a planet with few moons and fewer neighbors, was the perfect place to hide an army. The lights of hundreds of ships and thousands of living beings could hardly be seen amongst the snow-capped peaks of mountains, veins of lightning that cut the clouds in half.

At the center of the base was a temple, formerly the central feature of Villinvaru City, Rostah’s capital. The temple was a building of crumbling white stone that housed a golden bell tower, with precarious steps, outlined in red, spiraling their way on the outside. Each day, two or three monks chanted their way up the winding steps, holding colorful prayer flags. Once they ascended, the bell rang out, a deep gong of sound. The head monk’s high and reedy chants rose and carried on the wind. This happened every day, three times a day, morning, noon, and night.

The meeting of the Rogue Squadron took place in a white and red stone house, part of the inner city that radiated from the bell tower. The monks had just finished their noonday adoration, and they stared at Luke as he passed. With saffron yellow hoods enshrouding their gray skin, the monks looked half-dead.

“There aren’t many monks left,” Leia said, catching Luke’s gaze. “And they’re not exactly thrilled about hiding an army here.”

“But they did,” Luke said, suddenly grateful.

“They did,” Leia repeated. “There’s more hope now.”

Luke felt it, the hope, buzzing around them like flies. Practically everyone on base was smiling. Their new home, Villinvaru City, was like nothing else Luke had ever seen, awash with emerald green grass and ruddy brown soil. They made their homes and workrooms in squat white and red buildings that circled the city. They still had colorful prayer flags too; faded, having been abandoned a few years prior.

The Empire had massacred the population of Rostah under pretense of harboring Jedi fugitives. Citizens that weren’t killed were sent to labor camps.

Another Imperial graveyard, Luke thought. Briefly, his old home on Tatooine flashed in his mind. Was it still on fire, did he think, or had the burning stopped? Had the Tusken raiders scavenged it already, torn up his model ships for parts?

“You okay?” Leia tapped him on the shoulder.

“Yeah,” he said, returning to Villinvaru, returning to the meeting, the task at hand. They had already reached the door of the meeting room, a placard hastily hung on the post. “Just daydreaming, that’s all.”

“Well, snap to it, Commander, the recruits are waiting,” she said brusquely. Then, after a moment, “You’ll do great.”

“Thanks,” he said. “I speak after you?”

“Yup.” She grabbed the handle and gave it a twist, the door flying open before her.

The chatter of the room didn’t quite stop when they walked in, but it did hush. They were holding the meeting in what was once a family home, a living and dining room. The members of Rogue Squadron sat cross-legged on floor pillows, or leaned against counters smoking and drinking caf. It was an odd scene, hardly the setting one imagined for a guerilla pilot squadron meeting.

Before he could think to greet anyone, he felt a nudge against his leg and a series of beeps.

“Hey, Artoo,” he said, smiling and kneeling to touch the droid. “How was your touch-up with Jax?”

The droid whistled and waddled back and forth, spinning his much shinier dome.

“It does look good,” Luke agreed. “Thanks for taking care of him, Jax,” he said, as the taller man approached behind the droid, sipping a mug of caf.

“No problem at all. I think there’s still caf in the pot, if you want some.”

“That’s alright,” Luke said, checking to make sure Leia had moved to speak to someone else before whispering, “They know about the betting pool.”

“Huh, that was fast,” Jax said, entirely nonplussed. “What’d they think?” “Leia’s not happy, Han thinks it’s funny.” He paused, and then asked, “Do you ever stop to think about the morality of placing bets on people’s relationships?”

“I simply give the people what they want, Skywalker,” Jax said.

“And what they want is to be conned out of their money?”

“Exactly.” He stepped closer to Luke, and nudged his shoulder. “Hey, you tell me anything, I’m happy to give you a cut.”

“Very funny,” Luke said, rolling his eyes.

“Fine. If you don’t want the money, I’ll just give it to Artoo.”

Artoo whistled affirmatively.

“Artoo!” Luke scolded. “What do you need with-you know what, Artoo, don’t answer that, I don’t want to know.”

“If I could have your attention?” Leia stood in the center of the room, her voice clear and confident. “For those new to the Alliance, I am Senator Leia Organa-” she paused briefly, “-and Princess of Alderaan. I come to personally introduce you to the Rebellion, and to the commander of Rogue Squadron, Luke Skywalker.”

Leia extended a hand to Luke. He raised his own hand in a friendly wave, dampening down how self-conscious he felt.

“As sponsor of this squadron, I want you to know that I am committed to your welfare. Should you need anything from the Alliance High Command, please feel free to speak to me. Now, Commander Skywalker? Would you like to say a few words?” From the look Leia gave him, it seemed he barely had a choice.

“Yes, um, hello,” he began. Great start, Skywalker. “Like Leia said, my name’s Luke Skywalker, and I’ll be leading this squadron.”

“So it’s true?” a voice said from the crowd. It belonged to Wes Janson, one of the newest recruits, a man with a strong jaw and close cropped black hair. Luke remembered reading about his results on the Alliance’s standard piloting exam. They were impressive.

“You are a Jedi.” The other man pointed at the lightsaber on his hip.

“Not exactly,” Luke laughed. “I mean, not yet. I hope to be one day.”

“And you blew up the Death Star?” asked another voice. Tycho Celchu, a gifted pilot from Alderaan. He still had bright red acne on his left cheek.

“Yes,” Luke said.

He searched the faces of his new squadron. The recruits ranged in age, in species, in culture, but all had the same look in their eyes. They expected something from him, and he feared the words would not come.

Then he found her eyes, and just like that night on Yavin, time seemed to halt, and the galaxy fell around them.

Lottie, whose mismatched eyes peered through him, and would tilt her head and smile, as if she knew. She sat sipping calf on a counter, feet dangling from the edge.

He recalled something she had said when they first met.

“The Rebellion is full of orphans.”

The words came to him then, easy and sweet as flowing wine.

“Look, I am uncomfortable in front of crowds. So, I’m not going to make these big speeches a habit.”

That got a few laughs. Lottie sipped her calf, still smiling. The world returned to focus.

“But Wes, Tycho, I’m proud of what I’ve achieved, but I joined only a few months ago. So, I’m very excited to learn from you all. If you’re new, welcome.”

He gestured to the recruits. A few sat on stairs, peering through the railings.

“And if you’ve been here for a while, welcome.” He looked to Leia, who grinned.

“There are many paths to joining the Rebellion. A lot of them aren’t easy. So, wherever you come from, know that you’re welcome here. This isn’t always easy either, but it’s worth it. Thank you. Practically speaking, there are a few introductions I have to make.”

Confident now, he strode a bit, gesturing to each member of the squadron he introduced.

“You met Senator Organa, our sponsor between High Command. My second in command, Wedge Antilles, Rogue Two. For any help with astromechs or other droids, speak to Jax Fraga. Pazima Reynard leads the technicians. And our medical liason is Lottie Reynard, her sister.”

Lottie winked, smiling through her coffee. He felt a thrill in his stomach.

This is kind of fun, he thought. And then, maybe this is where I belong.

He thought of his father, the greatest pilot in the galaxy. I hope he’s proud of me.

“The only way we change the galaxy is together, so we have to care for each other. Look out for each other.”

He put his hands on his hips, looked to the more experienced in the room.

“I think that’s about it. Is there anything else?”

“There will be food and drinks tonight at our quarters, at twenty-one hundred,” Lottie called from the back of the room. “Bring yourself, bring your friends. It’s local fare, so don’t expect greatness.”

“Oh, right. Thanks, Lottie,” he said. They shared a smile, for the briefest of moments, a secret between the two of them.

“Welcome to the Rebellion, Rogue Squadron.”

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The Rebellion’s legacy would grow beyond any of them, but the histories would neglect to tell future generations just how good the Rebellion was at throwing parties.

Parties were, of course, illegal, but in name only; establishing by-laws for a guerilla army was easier said than done. The alcohol was plentiful, but awful, brewed by soldiers or smuggled in from some galactic backwater. Tonight, Lottie and Wedge served grilled meat from a local species of deer that Pazima hunted–earlier that day, Luke had seen her carrying the animal, slung over her broad shoulders as she hung it up to dress in their yard.

The Fox Squadron had a home on Rostah, something even Luke realized was a rarity. More than that, they had a little garden, complete with a fire pit. Lottie had practically cried when she first saw it, and even Pazima let out an uncharacteristic squeal of delight, which she promptly covered with a cough.

The members of Rogue Squadron, along with medics, technicians and droids, gathered in that back garden, spilling over the fence and into the overgrown road outside. Music played from a speaker-one of Jax’s droids-and the air smelled of barbecuing spices, alcohol, and cigarra smoke.

Luke did not go to parties often before the Rebellion, especially not ones like these, boozed-up affairs full of people his own age. Mainly because he was never invited. He enjoyed these parties, because he enjoyed the people. He found his comrades endlessly fascinating, with their stories of adventure or tragedy or dull, regular lives from the wider galaxy. It was a feast for his imagination.

He spent most of his time with the new recruits, learning more about who they were and why they joined. Mainly, he saw how some of them tensed up when he approached, and it made him uncomfortable. The Rebellion was practically a machine for tall tales–he could only imagine what the rumor mill had come up with.

He found her after everyone had left, or had fallen asleep slumped against their fence. She slept curled in a chair, arms wrapped around her knees, long hair spilling along her shoulder. Lottie seemed peaceful, at ease. He hesitated a moment.

There was talk at the party, in the way some men liked to talk, all about who was the most attractive woman on base. He had excused himself from the conversation, partially because something about speaking about others in that way unnerved him, and partially because he really never spent much time thinking about it.

It’s not that he never noticed beautiful people. He had come to terms, at some point before Yavin, that his friendship with Biggs had been a crush too, innocent and sweet as spring. He had, of course, noticed Leia’s beauty, and for a moment, had been jealous of Han; before realizing that Han, for all of his flaws, had a profound capability for sensitivity when Leia was around.

Lottie was very beautiful, he thought, in a way that he had never thought of beauty before. On Tatooine, one was either a man or a woman. Lottie seemed to be both, or neither, or something in between. And something about that made Luke feel things that he did not understand, that felt dangerous and thrilling and horrifying and perfect all at once.

Boy, I know how to pick ‘em, Luke thought. And then, I should probably stop staring at the assassin.

He tapped her gently on the shoulder. “It’s late, Lottie,” he whispered. She jumped at his words.

“Fuck, Luke,” she said, clutching her chest and laughing. “You know, I think you’re the only person in the galaxy who can sneak up on me.”

“I’ll take it,” Luke said. He extended a hand. “It’s late, Lottie. You should get some rest.”

“Mm,” she said, shaking her head.

“You did a good job in there,” Lottie said, raising her drink to him. “Very impressive.”

“Thanks. Leia gave a good pep talk. And…” he hesitated, unsure if he should tell her this, but pressed on, “I dunno. I feel like…” He looked at her, resisted the embarrassment- “You’re a very comforting presence to me, Lottie.”

She smiled, and suddenly she did not look like a great assassin, or a war veteran, but a pretty girl, who was very rarely paid compliments. “Thank you, Luke.” She paused, and said. “I think that’s the first time anyone has ever called me comforting.”

Both of them laughed, because it was absurd. He thought of his friends back home, Biggs-what would they say about Lottie, a girl from the very center of the galaxy.

“Eh?” Lottie offered him a cigarra from her pack, one already stuck between her teeth, an expectant grin on her face.

Luke sat baffled for a moment. Does she really think I’ll- “No,” he said, half laugh, half rebuke.

“Ugh,” Lottie rolled her eyes, shaking her head. She lit her own cigarra, exhaled, and then turned, facing him and staring straight at him, squinting. “There’s got to be something, I’ll find it.”

“What?”

“Some dark secret of yours,” she said. She searched his face, as if she really expect it to be found there.

Luke laughed, embarrassed suddenly. “I don’t have any dark secrets.”

Lottie’s mouth twitched into a smile. “Oh, I’m sure you have plenty.”

He was used to this by now, the games she played. “And you’re the expert?”

“On dark secrets?” Inhale. “Yes.” Exhale. Her voice dropped, all serious. “When did you first realize you were different?”

“Different?”

“You’re not seriously telling me the Jedi powers came as a surprise to you?”

Luke sighed. There was something. It was a dark secret once, before the stormtroopers, before Darth Vader.

“I was dreaming. I don’t remember much of the dream, just-snippets.”

A spark of lightning. A palace on the lake. The raging fire of a city razed to the ground. A planet of lava. A creature drowning in mud. A child’s hands, soaked in blood. A dead woman fair and beautiful, with flowers in her hair. An island at the end of time.

“When I woke up, there was this huge bang. Everything in my room had been floating in the air, and it all came crashing down then.”

“What did your aunt and uncle say?”

“They told me never to speak about it.” That if he did, he would die. That there were people out there who killed people like him, and he would never be safe, never.

“Huh.” Lottie nodded. “How old were you?”

“Thirteen,” Luke said.

“Mm.” She looked away from him then, for the first time.

“Fair’s fair,” Luke said. “When did you first realize?”

Lottie inhaled, her chest heaving. She exhaled, her eyes studying his face. Finally, she closed her eyes, looked away, and said, “When my people wanted to exile me for the scar on my face, that’s why.”

“Continue,” Luke said, intrigued.

“The night of your first menstrual bleeding, you have to have this ceremony. You have to sword-dance through the night.”

“Sword-dance, that’s…” Suddenly, so much made sense in how she fought, the fluid movements, the quick feet, the rhythm of it.

“Yes. And the whole village sings while you dance. It’s a time when…”

She looked at Luke again, suddenly hesitant.

“...When you’re very close to the gods. I suppose you would call it the Force. And…well, during mine, I got this.” She gestured to the scar again. “I won’t bore you with all the details, but for me to have this particular scar on this particular eye…” She sighed, shaking her head. “I dunno. They were still debating what exactly it meant before everything went to shit.”

“What do you think it meant?” Luke asked.

“I-” Lottie sputtered, taken aback by the question. “I have absolutely no idea,” Lottie laughed. “I still pray to them. I ask. But no answer.”

“I talk to ghosts,” Luke blurted out. “If that makes you feel less…”

“Insane?” She giggled, and Luke laughed too. “Gods, what a pair we make. After we win this blasted war, maybe we could start an asylum for the mentally ill.”

“Are you sure that’s not just Coruscanti for Jedi Temple?”

They both laughed, so hard they woke up Wes Janson who was snoring in the corner.

“Sorry,” Lottie said, still trying to compose herself.

“Sorry, Janson,” Luke said.

Janson snorted, and continued to drool peacefully.

“We probably should head to bed soon,” Lottie said absentmindedly.

“Right.”

They both stood up. Suddenly, it felt profoundly awkward to remember he was sharing a bunk space with Lottie, too dangerously intimate.

What was the proper way to end this conversation? A handshake? A hug? A kiss-no, that wouldn’t be right-

A now familiar sound rang out; the dawn monk’s chants, a high, plaintive cry.

“I wonder who their gods are,” Lottie said, as the monks began their march, and the sun began to rise. Then, to Luke, to herself, to no one at all, “I wonder if they’re listening.” She took one last drag, stamping her cigarra out in the mud.

Both of them found their way to their bunkroom, Jax already snoring. She fell asleep quickly, but he could not, his mind racing with a million thoughts, a million questions.

Was this right? What he was doing, with Lottie, with the Rebellion, any of it? Was he on the right path?

The gong rang out, startling Lottie awake. She shifted, whimpered, pulling her covers over her head.

“Ben,” he said. He wasn’t sure he even said it aloud, or just in his own head.

Luke, trust your feelings.

Trust yourself.

The monk’s chants became a lullaby, something Aunt Beru used to sing to him as a child. He welcomed sleep, and the dreams that would come, of a new home amongst the misfits, of a new future.

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loubouskz · 2 years

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get your tickets to the freak show

han jisung x fem!reader college au

description: jisung's loud friends thinks the cute bookstore worker but would be boring in bed. they make a bet to see if she really is, but it doesn't go how they think. maybe they should learn how to speak more quietly in a quiet bookstore.

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, oral(fem & male receiving), dirty talk, a bit of switch for both jisung and the reader, face sitting, marking kink, multiple orgasms, multiple rounds(literally 2), choking, creampie, one sexy text

wc: 6.2k+

a/n: this ff is solely inspired by demi lovato's song: freak ft. yungblud. I had so much fun writing this, like I wrote all of this in 8 hours in one sitting...I was so hyped to write it. I honestly love how it turned out. like...I feel like this is my baby that I'm sharing with you. I hope you enjoy reading this as much I did writing it!!😊

if you want to a song list of what I listened to(on fucking repeat): freak, heaven, city of angels, and bones by demi lovato. I'm on a music binge with their music rn. rock music is my fav genre😩

tag-list: @hello-stranger24

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“here’s your book and receipt, I hope you have a great rest of your day.” I said to one of my regulars. ”thank you y/n.” she said, smiling at me as she left. I waved at her as she exited the door. I looked over at the new books that still had to be put away before the day was over. I placed them on the cart and pushed them to the first section. I love this bookstore, I basically grew up in it when my family first started the business. it was soon to belong to me once my parents become to elder to care for the store. as I put the first few books away, the bell above the door rang and really loud group entered the shop. I looked over and saw a group of eight young men walking in. they looked to be in college. great. I pushed the cart back to the front to where they were. “hello, can I help you guys find anything?” I asked as I stopped in front of them. they looked at each other and chuckled, making me want to roll my eyes. “nah we don’t just here to check out the store and hang out.” one of them said. I nodded my head, “well if you need anything, I’ll be in one of the rows putting way these away.” I said, walking back to do my job. I turned back around and see pushing each other before going to seat down at one of the tables. “and please keep it down, I do have some people reading.” I said, before continuing on my route.

“she seems boring.” changbin said, resting his head on his hand. I leaned back in my seat as the rest of the boys laughed. “be nice bin. I bet she’s fun outside of work, you never know.” chan said. “oh there goes chan being the nice ole’ man he is.” seungmin said, nudging hyunjin on his arm, we laughed as chan gave him a playful death glare. “she’s kind of pretty though.” jeongin stated. “yeah if you’re into sweet, quiet and mostly boring women, jeongin.” minho said, tilting his head at him. I turned my head in the direction she was in to see her. “jisung, you’re being quiet.” felix said, I quickly turned my bed back to him- who I was sitting next to. “just trying to respect what she said that’s all.” I said shrugging my shoulders. the boys all looked at each other and started laughing quietly. “what?” I asked, looking at each one of them. “don’t tell me you have a crush on the worker of a bookstore.” changbin said, putting his head on the table with disappointment. “I wouldn’t even give her the time of day.” hyunjin said dramatically, throwing his head back. “guys.” chan said, with giggles behind his voice, “be nice.” “I bet she’s boring in bed.” minho said, before coving his mouth so he won’t laugh to loud. the other boys laughing along with him. I rolled my eyes and slightly laughed uncomfortably.

“wait wait, I have the greatest idea!” jeongin said kind of too loud. “shh! I think I already know what you’re about to say.” minho said, bouncing in his seat. I sighed and waited to whatever this stupid idea was. before jeongin could speak, the worker started walking back towards them. “everyone shush.” felix said, “so are we still gonna throw that party on saturday at the house?” he asked, turning his head to chan. “yeah, we still need to get drinks and extra chips.” chan said, playing along with the fake conversation. we, well like they, continued their fake convo as they secretly watched her go past us back to the front desk. changbin leaned in from across from the table and smirked. “jisung, ask her out on a date. see if she’s really boring in bed.” he said with a big smile. I shook my head, “no.” I said. “50 bucks if you do it.” hyunjin says. oh, now money which means it’s becoming a bet. “same but only if she’s actually boring in bed.” minho said, giving hyunjin a high five. “same.” changbin said, “you gonna do it?” he challenged.

I looked down and thought about it.

I pumped some hand sanitizer on and sat down and to update the book system. I heard the group of guys laugh and cheer. I looked up and watched them get up and one by one start to leave the bookstore. I wished them a good rest of their day and they waved back in return. I got back to my work but it didn’t last long. I jumped as someone knocked on the desk. “jesus.” I said, turning my body around in the chair. I saw one of the boys from the group with a book in his hands. “hey, I’d like to get this book.” he said, placing the book down next to the register. I stood up and walked over. I picked up and scanned the book with a smile on my face. “so, how is work going?” he asked, trying to make small talk as he pulled out his card out of his wallet. “it’s been okay, a little slow today.” I said, clicking the card button on my cash register. “I’m jisung.” he said with smile. “I’m y/n.” I said back. as he slid his card in and typed his code, I took a good look at him. grown out black fluffy hair under a cap, a white tie covered by a black jacket, and black pants that were ripped in the knees. he’s kind of cute I thought with a smirk. I grabbed his newly bought book and placed it in a bag.

he removed his card once it beep at him. I grabbed the receipt and placed it in the bag as well. “here you go and I hope you have a great rest of your day jisung.” I said, handing the bag to him. “thanks.” he said with a big smile. I went to turn around but he started talking again. “hey I know this is kind of straight forward, but I was wondering if you’re not busy tonight, if I could take you on a date?” he asked, scratching the back of his neck. I raised an eyebrow at him and crossed my arms. “where would it be?” I asked. “the carnival that’s in town right now.” he said. huh, why the fuck not, but I didn’t answer right way. I watched as he awkwardly swayed on his feet for a second. “I get off at 5pm. give me some time to get home and get changed. I meet you there around 6:45, sound good?” I asked. jisung perked up and nodded his head. “yeah, that sounds good with me. I’ll see you soon y/n.” he said as he bowed his head a little. I waved as he left the store.

I thought back to what I heard earlier…oh he’s gonna be fun to play with.

I met back up with the boys at the consignment store that was down the block at the corner. “so what did she say jisung?” jeongin asked as we started to head back to our house. “she said yes to the date.” I said, kicking the small pebbles I saw. “where you gonna take her?” chan asked as adjusted the bags in his hands. “the carnival.” I answered, making the boys say oo. “what time?” minho asked. “I have to meet her there at 6:45.” I said, before looking at my phone at the time. “I have 3 hours to spear, let’s get home and play some games.” I said, trying to change the subject.

“okay y/n, I’m heading out. I’ll see you on monday.” a regular, who also happened it be my friend, said. “alright tony, I hope you have a good rest of your weekend with your family.” I with a smile. “you as well and I couldn’t help but overhear that you’ve gotten yourself a date tonight.” he said with a laugh. “yes I do.” I said, pulling at my sleeve on my shirt. “well if it goes bad, I’ll be there tonight with my little sister. just text me and we’ll meet up, okay?” he said. "okay tony. thanks.” I said. “no problem. bye y/n.” tony said, leaving the store. “bye.” I said.

I looked around to see if there was anyone still left in the store. not a soul. I sighed and sat back down in my chair, looking up at the ceiling. I glanced at the clock next to me and groaned. 2 hours left now. “can’t time move just a little faster.” I said aloud to myself. maybe I can call dad a little later and ask if I can close the store early. I hate slow days. I thought of jisung and our date, which made my smile. at least I have something to look forward to.

“yeah, the last person left about an hour and a half ago and no one hasn’t enter since then.” I explained to my dad on the phone. “yeah go ahead sweetie. I’ll see you tomorrow for dinner, be safe.” dad said. “okay, I will dad. I love you,” I said. “I love you too. bye now.” he said. i said bye also well and ended the call. I smiled and went to go lock the door. I turned off the open sign and proceeded with my closing duties.

I walked into the house, “I’m home!” I said as I closed the door behind me, taking my shoes off at the door. my best friend, raya entered the room from the kitchen “hey honey, how was work?” she joked. “it was a slow day babe. I'm so tired.” I said, joking back with her. “but.” I said, before she could respond back. she raised her eyebrows waiting for me to continue. “I have an interesting date tonight.” I said, walking past her to the living room. “oh, tell me more!” she said. I grabbed my phone from my back pocket and checked the time. 6:15. “come with me to my room, I have to be there at 6:45. help me pick an outfit.” I said, heading to my bedroom as she followed behind me.

“so he asked you out but the only reason you said yes is because you heard their conversation? that’s fucking hilarious.” she said, laughing. “I mean it’s their fault for talking loud in my store. how does this look?” I said as I walked out of my closest. she tilted her head, “cute but it’s going to be cold tonight.” she answered. my head fell back as I groaned, walking back into the closest. I picked out a maroon top with a black puffer jacket with leggings. i quickly put it on and headed back out.

“what about this?” I asked, doing a quick spin. “leggings.” she said. I held up my hand. “I need to wear something that will be easy to take off.” I said, her jaw dropped. “are you going to sleep with him tonight?” she asked, I nodded my head as I headed to my dresser and pulled out some socks. “text me when you’re on the way home, if you come back here. I don’t want to hear my best friend getting laid.” she said, standing up. I laughed and told her okay before heading to the bathroom. I began to brush my teeth as I heard raya say, “it’s 6:42 y/n.” shit, it takes 6 mintues to walk there. I spat out the toothpaste and rinsed out my mouth.

I ran out my room, grabbing my bag and keys on my way out. I rushed to put on my shoes and yelled goodbye to raya before locking and closing to door. I felt the cool wind hit my face, thank you raya for telling me to put something to keep me warm up. I began my jog to the carnival, why would I waste my gas to get to a place that I can easily walk to. gas it too pricey right now.

I made it to the front of the carnival and looked around for jisung, hoping he didn’t leave. I looked down at my phone and saw the time, 5:50. damn. I sighed and looked around one more time. why didn’t I give him my number so I could tell him I was on the way…oh wait maybe because he’s a fucking stranger y/n. you don’t give out your number to random people, especially to random guys you just met a few hours ago.

I scanned the crowd again and noticed a familiar group of people. jisung’s friends. I looked at all them and didn’t see jisung among them. though they could tell me if he was here, there was no way I, a female, going to a group of seven guys, alone. so I waited and watched his friends. soon jisung showed up and started talking to his friends. I took a deep breathe knowing I had to go over there now. hoping one of them would see me before I made it to them. the short one noticed me first and patted jisung on the stomach and nodded my way, saying words I couldn’t hear. jisung turned around and smiled me, walking towards me. we met half way and greeted each other.

“hey you made it.” jisung said, looking me up and down. “yeah, I didn’t see you and was worried I made it too late.” I said, looking around, “but then I saw your friends and waited for you to turn up.” I continued. “oh sorry about that. I was just in the bathroom.” he responded. “well you ready to head in?” I asked, jisung nodded. “yeah, let’s go get tickets.” he said, as we started making our way to the ticket booth.

we got our tickets, which he payed for, and headed in. “do you like rides?” he asked, I nodded. “which one do you want to go on first or do you want to do something different first?” he asked as we looked around at what the carnival had to offer and also the lines. “how about the magic maze first.” i said pointing to it, not to many people waiting in that line. “okay.” he said. we walked to the line. “so tell me about yourself jisung.” I said as we waited in line. “well, I’m 22 years old. I’m college, majoring in music production, I’m in my last year. I like to make music, dance, and watch anime.” he said. “oh that’s cool, do you want to be an artist or do you want to produce music for others?” I asked, as we moved up in the line. “an artist, I’m in a group with my friends. me and my two friends, chan and changbin, were are the main producers, we call ourselves 3racha.” he explained, I smiled as he talked about what he seemed to really love.

“next!” we heard, looking froward- we were the next to enter.

we exited the the magic house in fits of laughter. “your reaction was priceless, especially in the beginning with the mirrors.” I said, holding my stomach. jisung laughed with me and leaned into me, playful bumping me away. “yours’ was too! you barely could stand on the last part where it spins.” he said, making me stick my tongue out at him. “what next?” he asked, looking at me. “you pick, let’s take turns.” I said, he nodded. jisung looked around and saw the zero gravity ride and pointed to it. “that.” he said, i nodded my head and we made our way to the ride. we got in line and that when jisung told me to say some things about me.

“well I’m 23 years old, I graduated in business two years ago. I work at my family’s bookstore, I basically grew up in that store. it’s like my second home. I like to draw, read, and hang out with my best friend, raya- who is also my roommate.” I said, jisung nodded his head. “so it’s your family business, are your parents going to give it to you one day?” jisung asked. “yeah, once they do. I’m going to update the place with more update décor, but still keeping the same aesthetic.” I explained. we continued to talk about random things we are into.

we went on 5 other rides before we went to grab a snack to keep up our energy. “I would like a funnel cake.” I said to jisung. “alright, you go find a table- if you can, and I’ll get us the food.” he said with a big smile. “you already paid for the tickets, let me buy the food.” I said, but jisung just shook his head. “no, I’m the one who asked you out. but if we have a second date, we can split everything.” he said with a slight smirk. “oh so there’s going to more dates?’ I asked, mirroring his same smirk. “if you want there to be more dates.” he said, winking at me before going to the food stand. I felt my cheeks heat up as I turned around to find a table. I looked around and saw tony and his little sister sitting at a table. I quickly walked over and said hello to them.

“hey tony and mini tony.” I said, sitting next to malia as she rolled her eyes at me. “hey y/n, how’s your date going?” tony asked. malia’s eyes lit up as her head snapped in my direction. “you’re on a date!” she said. I laughed and nodded my head to the 13 year old girl next to me. “it’s going great. his name is jisung and he’s really fun to be around.” I said, looking back to see where he was. “that’s good to hear.” tony said, smiling at me. “is that him?” malia asked, pointing to him. “yes.” I answered, making her squeal. “he’s cute.” she said, wiggling her eyebrows at me, making me laugh. “malia calm down. I knew I shouldn’t have let you have some of my energy drink plus 3 sweets from the food stand.” tony said shaking his head, she just sweetly smiled. “are you having fun malia?” I asked her. “yes! we are about to go on one more ride.” she answered. “then we going home, it’s almost your bedtime.” tony said, looking at his phone. “what time is it?” i asked him. “9 o’clock.” he answered before putting his phone away. “oh, jisung is on his way.” malia said, shaking my arm. I turned my head and watched jisung walk over to us.

“hey jisung. this is my friend tony and his little sister-” i said. “my name is malia.” she said. I swear I could see her eyes becoming hearts. I looked at tony and chuckled. “hi.” jisung said shyly as he put the food down. “it’s nice to meet you but I promised malia one more ride before we leave.” tony said, standing up. “I want to get to know jisung though.” she said as tony walked around the table and picked her up to make her leave. I laughed at the scene and looked back at jisung who was silently laughing. “say bye malia.” tony said, placing her back on the ground and pushing her away. “bye jisung.” she said, waving at him. “have fun guys, but not too much fun.” tony said jokingly. I heard malia asked what that meant as they left.

we laughed at them, “well that was interesting.” jisung said as he sat across from me. “I think malia has a crush.” I laughed out, making him laugh as well. jisung handed me a fork so we could eat. “hell you even got a bye, I didn’t.” I said, taking the fork. “she’s adorable.” jisung said, taking at bite of food. that when I noticed the food. “did you get a large so we had to share?” i asked with smile before grabbing a piece to eat. “half true, a small was 3 dollars and a large was 8 dollars so I just got the large.” he said. we ate kind of fast and quietly because the carnival was about to close. “what’d the final ride for the date tonight?” I asked, already having a feeling what he was going to say. “the ferris wheel of course.” he answered. “I knew it, how romantic.” I said, with my hand over my heart. “you really know how to win a girl’s heart.” I said, making him blush. he stood up and I followed, he looked down and noticed something. he quickly bent down and started to retie my shoe. cute, I pulled out my phone and snapped a photo of him fixing my shoe and quickly putting it away. “thank you.” I said as he stood back up. “you’re welcome.” he said with a nice smile.

we were the next ones to get on the big wheel. “are you excited?” I asked, leaned into him. jisung put his arm around, “maybe, you?” he said, with smile. I playfully rolled my eyes as people left the cart. “come on lovebirds, ya’ll are next.” the operator said, waiting for us to enter. jisung got in first and helped me in second, sitting right next to each other. the operator closed the door, “have fun you lovebirds.” he said, pushing a button that makes the carts go. we slowly made our way to the top. I scooted closer to jisung as he wrapped his arm back around me, resting my head on his shoulder. once we were at the top, fireworks started going off. “wow, what a perfect way to end a date.” jisung said, admiring them. I looked at him and laughed. he turned his head and looked slightly down at me. “what?” he asked with a smile. “isn’t this where you kiss the pretty girl?” I asked with a big grin on my face. “oh where?” he said looking around the cart. “bitch.” I said, slapping him on the thigh. he grabbed my hand before I could move it away and held it in his hand. “oh there she is.” jisung said, leaning his head close to mine. my eyes flicked down to his lips back to his eyes. “just kiss me already loverboy.” I said, placing my hand on the back of his neck. he placed his lips on mine, he tasted like the funnel we ate and mint.

I tilted my head more into the kiss, wanting more. jisung guided his tongue on my bottom lip, wanting access and i gladly accepted. he groaned into the kiss and placed his free arm around my waist. I threaded my fingers through his hair, loving the feeling of his lips on mine. oh, boy I’m going to become addicted. we pulled away when the cart started going down, just smiling at each other.

“did ya’ll have fun up there lovebirds?” the operator said as he opened the door for us to get out. we nodded our head with blush on our cheeks. “have a good night two.” he said as we walked away. as we were walking to the exit, I grabbed jisung’s hand and laced it of mine. he walked down at our hands and back up at me, smiling. “you’re cute.” jisung said, swinging our arms. “says the guy who’s making us do a cute little swinging motion.” I said, squeezing his hand. “ha ha.” he said as we made it out of the carnival.

“did you drive here?” jisung asked. “no I walked, well I did a fast pace here. I live like 6 minutes away.” I said, looking up at him. “well I’m not letting you walk back home alone in the dark. so you have two choices: 1, we take my car or 2, I walk you home.” he said, holding up his first and second finger. “I choose the car.” I said as my feet started to ache a long time ago. “come on.” jisung said, leading to me his car. we got to his car and he opened the door for me. I hopped in and quickly pulled out my phone and texted raya that I was on the way home and that jisung may be spending the night as jisung close the door and headed around to the driver side. jisung climbed into the car. he fastened his seatbelt, I did also. “where to?” he asked as he started the car.

I gave him the directions to my house with soft music playing in the background during the drive. we stole glances at each other every now and then, making funny faces if we caught the one. he pulled into the driveway and parked the car. “I hope you had a good time.’ jisung said turning to me. “I really did, thank you jisung.” I said, unbuckling my seatbelt. “good good.” he said, looking around. I got out of the car and walked around the driver side, making jisung roll down the window. I leaned in and gave him a kiss, “I really did have fun jisung.” I said once I broke the kiss. jisung raised his head to get another kiss. I smiled during the kiss before pulling away.

“so jisung.” I said, resting my arms on the window. he hummed, looking at me. “are you going to get your tickets to the freak show?” I asked with my head tilted. his eyebrows went under his hair as his eyes widened. “what freak show?” he asked, making me smirk. “how about you come inside and find out.” I said, before heading to the front door. I heard the car be turned off and the door quickly open and close, making the smile on my face grow. I unlocked the front door and looked behind me and saw jisung jogging to me. I opened the door and let him in first and followed after me. I closed the door, taking off our shoes and jackets, leaving them by the door. I grabbed his hand and leaded him to my room.

I closed the door and pushed jisung up against it. I kiss him with passion, pushing my fingers through his hair. he moaned into the kiss as our tongues quickly met each other again. his hands grabbed my hips and brought me closer to him. I could feel him quickly becoming hard. I slid my hands down his chest, down to his dick. I kissed his jawline as I pushed my hand into his pants.

“oh fuck.” he said, throwing his head back, feeling my hand wrap around him. I peppered kisses along his neck and sucked lightly so I won’t leave marks. I mean he still has a bet to win. I kneeled to the ground and quickly worked to get his pants off as he took off his shirt. he stepped out his pants as I kissed him over his boxers. “how bad do you need me baby?” I asked, not moving my head an inch. “so bad.” he said, looking down at me. “want me to suck you off?” I asked, licking up his boxers. “yes please.” he pleaded, bucking his hip into my face. I slowly dragged down his boxers till they were fully off.

I sat there and just looked up at him. not yet. “go lay on the bed.” I said, not moving. his eyebrows came together and moved to the bed away. I waited and watches him lay on the bed before I stood back up. I made my way over to him and stop in front of him. I slowly removed my top and threw it to floor, turning my back to him. sliding my leggings and underwear down, giving him a good view of what he was about to get. “god baby. you look so fucking good.” jisung said, jerking himself off. I smiled and climbed onto the bed, bending next to his cock with my back to him.

I slapped his hand away and replaced it with mine, bringing my lips down to his tip. jisung moaned and grabbed at my ass, sliding it between my legs. I moaned around him and bobbed my head faster as his fingers found their way to my clit. “shit, you’re so good at this.” he said, putting his other hand in my hair. I popped off him and swung around to straddle him, I kissed him and leaned my forehead on his. “do you think you can get me off before I ride you?” I asked as I sat up. he nodded his head, trying to flip me over but I grabbed his hands and pinned them next to his head. he looked at me a little confused.

“I wanna ride your tongue sungie. is that okay?” I asked, tilting my head. “fuck yes.” he answered. I smiled as climbed over his head. letting my lower half meet his face. “god you look so delicious.” jisung said right before diving in. licking a bold strip up, from my opening to my clit. I grabbed ahold of my headboard. “fuck jisung!” I cried out. it’s been quite some time since I’ve taken anyone to bed. he pushed his tongue into my cunt and brought his hand to my hips, starting to guide me back and forth. I almost caved and fell over, grabbed ahold of his hair once again, pulling on it. he groaned at the feeling. “you’re doing so good. fuck.” I said, closing my eyes while throwing my head back.

he moved one of his hands from my waist down to my entrance, removing his tongue and pushed two finger into me while his tongue went to my clit. I let out a high pitched whine, bucking my hips in his hand. “oh jisung!” I said, feeling the knot inside becoming tighter. “cum for me y/n. so wet and tight. I can’t wait till I’m inside you.” he said on my clit, curls his fingers in the correct spot. my thighs clenched around his head as I came around his fingers and tongue. he removed his fingers and pushed his tongue back in to lap up my juices. I cried out at the feel. jisung pushed me up and back down so my cunt would back right above his cock.

“do you want to be on top or me…or just have two rounds?” I asked, making his cock twitch under me. “both.” he confidently said, running his hands up and down my thighs. I lifted myself up and grabbed ahold of him. pushing the tip right in and slowly going down. “god you feel me up so nicely.” I said, placing my hands on his chest. his hands went to my waist as I started bouncing on him. I paced the pace how I liked it and in a way I knew I would cum fast and hard too. my breathy moans coming out every time I came down. “yeah, you like my cock deep inside you?” jisung said. my pace faltered at his words as they went straight to my core. “yes, so good baby. I love it so much.” I said, my eyes falling closed. “I could get used to have this tight cunt everyday.” jisung said, thrusting up. I fell forward, my head next to his. “could you baby?” jisung said, making me moan loud. “yes.” I breathed out, focusing on my climax that was approaching quickly.

“I’m gonna cum, shit.” I said, making jisung give me even harder thrusts as my hand quickly made its way to my clit. I planted my lips on his for a messy kiss as I came around his cock for the first time. he kept me sat on him and I calmed down. “fuck, you did so good riding me.” jisung said as I sat up. “are you gonna make me scream or what?” I challenged him, making him smirk at me. he flipped us over, with me now under him. he brought my legs up to his shoulders.

“ready baby?” jisung asked. “yeah, do worst. fuck me hard, choke me, I don’t care.” I said, rolling my hips up. he gave my one hard thrust and me cry out, “oh fuck.” he very quickly picked a fast and hard pace, making the bed hit on the wall with each thrust. I threw my head back, clamping down on him hard and not being to keep quiet. “god, I can barely fucking move.” he said out of breath. I locked eyes with him, I tried my best to take in the scene. his body sweaty, hair sticking to his forehead, and furrowed eyebrows in concentration. “come here.” i said, grabbing at his hips. jisung pushed my legs from his shoulders and laid his body on me, his pelvic bone brushing against my clit. my legs wrapped around him as my arms went to his back, clawing at it. he moaned at the feeling. “baby choke me.” I said with water eyes. he carefully did so and squeezed it, making my eyes roll back.

“how close are you?” he asked as his thrusts started to become sloppy. “so close, shit. you gonna cum in me jisung?” I said, trying to make eye contact with but failed. he moaned and let go of my throat to focus on his release. “fuck yeah.” he said, gripping the bed sheets next to my head. the wet sounds of the room and the image of him made the knot rip for the second time, but even harder this time. he pushed hips into to mine once more and came deep inside me.

jisung arms gave out and collapsed onto of me as my legs fell from his hips. I ran one hand in his hair and the other up and down his back. neither one of us moved for a minute. “jesus, I don’t think I’ve ever fucked that hard before.” jisung said, making me giggle. he slid out of me and had enough energy to move and lay next to me. I turn to him and scooted close to him. “that was the best sex I’ve had in awhile.” I said to him. “well we can also do this on our second date if you want.” he said with a smile. I snorted and sat up, “well first off, you better lie to your boys and win that lame bet.” I said, climbing off the bed. “what!” jisung said loudly. I turned back to him and saw a scared look on his face. “your friends talk way to loud. say I’m boring in bed so you can win the bet plus you get a second date me. I see that as a win win.” I said, walking towards my bathroom. “now are you going to sleep in my bed sweaty or are you going to join me in the shower?” I asked, walking in the bathroom. I heard him talk to himself for second before running into the bathroom to me.

we entered the bookstore, met with the cool air in the building. “hello.” y/n said as she called up from the computer. all of us said hello back and went to sit at the table we sat at last week. once we were all sitting down, changbin was the first to talk about y/n and I. “so jisung, you earned 50 bucks from hyunjin cause you actually asked her out, but did you sleep with her?” he asked. I sighed and nodded my head, making the boys cheer. “but was she boring in bed like we thought?” minho asked. I looked back at the front desk at y/n, who was on standing up. she looked up from what she was doing and wink at me. I smiled at her and turned my head back around. my lips went from a smile to a smirk as I looked back at them. “yeah, very boring. I did most of the work and there wasn’t much talking either.” I said, hearing y/n snort in the back. “see we told you chan.” felix said. “well at least I don’t owe jisung money.” chan said. “yeah, now cough up my money.” I said, holding out my hand. changbin, hyunjin, and minho handed over the money. “thank you.” I said, counted the money. 150 dollars richer. I put the money in my wallet as I received a text on my phone. I pulled it out and saw it was a text from y/n who gave me her number the morning after our date. I looked up at her but she just smiled and turned her back to me. I opened my phone and went to see what she sent. only to lose my breathe at what I saw.

a mirror selfie of her on the edge of the bed, in my shirt and legs spread apart and the text under it said:

good boy. can’t wait for our 2nd date. ;)

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