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All Bark and No Bite 11

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Chan x reader (y/n) x ot8

ABO!Nonidol!SKZ Alternate Universe

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Series Warnings: Fem reader, Smut, verryyyy nsfw, chan x reader, OT8 x reader, A/B/O, m/m/f smut, possessive! SKZ, possessive! Reader, anxiety and depression, reader is a CRYBABY, fluff, angst, virgin!reader, cursing, violence, pet names, dom/sub dynamics, Sub reader x mostly dom SKZ, misogyny and sexism, Ateez are depicted as terrible people (sorry Atiny!)

Chapter warnings: Smut, unprotected sex (p in v), kissing, suggestive, crying, cursing, fingering, biting, hair pulling, dubcon?, subspace, HardDom!Chan, SoftDom!Felix, fluff, angst, anxiety, manipulation, unbalanced power dynamics, and probably more but idk let me know This one ain't as sweet as the last few

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In a strange turn of events, it seems Chan woke up before you did this time. Not that you were complaining; especially when you awoke to him running his warm fingers over your mating mark absentmindedly, feeling the indented skin. Every little touch felt like electricity coursing through you, as if the zaps were bringing you back to life. Overall it was a very pleasant way to wake up.

His hand that wasn’t touching your neck had his phone and he was listening to music with one ear bud in his ear on a low volume. You let out a low ‘hm’ letting him know you were awake now.

“Good morning, my omega.” Chans voice was raspy from sleep. He must have only just woken up not long ago himself. He didn’t say anything else, just held you tighter.

Moments like this were Chan's favorite. Being able to wake up to you; his mate, his omega, the love of his life - there was nothing better. He hadn’t realized how lonely he had been before having you here. He never felt as complete as he did right in this moment.

“Can I listen with you?” You mumbled sleepily. You wanted to hear what your alpha listened to. Wordlessly he took his other earbud and slipped it into your own ear. ‘Give me love’ By Ed sheeran was playing through the bud, the sweet melodies flooding your senses.

‘Give a little time to me or burn this out

We'll play hide and seek to turn this around

All I want is the taste that your lips allow

My, my, my, my, oh give me love’

It had been so long since you had heard this song, you used to sing this all the time in your room when you were younger and waiting to fall hopelessly in love. It felt fitting that now you were here laying in bed with your soulmate, who you had fallen hopelessly in love with.

Chan began to sing along softly to the music playing, serenading you quietly.

‘Maybe I should let you go

You know I'll fight my corner

And that tonight I'll call ya

After my blood is drowning in alcohol

No I just wanna hold ya’

The alpha squeezed you a little tighter after he sang those words, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. Your heart fluttered at the action. The two of you laid there together for probably an hour, just enjoying each other's company while he sang each song that played.

Eventually though, you both had to get up as there was work to be done. For Chan anyways. You had to make breakfast and get ready to leave with Jisung and Felix. Chan had a lot to do today himself. He had been neglecting his actual job in his family business and if he was going to take another day off tomorrow to go camping then he definitely needed to make all his calls and emails today.

“Are you excited to do more shopping with the betas today?” the alpha asked as you were both getting out of bed.

“Yes. I am.” You seemed apprehensive.

“Buuuuut?” He pressed, knowing something was troubling you.

“I just.. Feel bad.. About spending more of your money. I didn’t do anything to deserve you guys spending all this money on me.” You were avoiding eye contact with him as you went to brush your teeth.

Chan stopped you before you could enter his bathroom, arm out to block you. “Baby.” you kept your head down not wanting to look at him, now that you had embarrassed yourself again. When you didn’t acknowledge him he let out a frustrated growl, “Omega, look at me now.” you had no choice but to look at him, he used a command on you.

You were lucky that was all he did, he had wanted to grip your hair and make you look at him forcefully. Chan had a problem when people didn’t listen to him, especially his omega. Some would say he thrives off of non-sexual dominance. They would be correct. The alpha was used to getting his way practically his whole life. He would forgive you now, you were still learning.

Instead of yanking your hair he settled for petting it softly. “I’m sorry my love, I didn’t intend to be mean to you.” At his gentle words and even gentler touch you forgot about the command being used on you, leaning into his hand. “You need to understand that my money is your money. In fact this whole packs money is yours to spend as you please. The other boys would agree with me. Ok?” He waited for your words of agreement and when they didn’t come he egged them on. “You wanna be good for us right? Good omegas listen to their alphas.”

You wanted to be good for him so badly, really it’s all you wanted. There was a glimpse of panic on your face at the prospect of upsetting your mate. “ I’ll be good! I promise!” You nodded rapidly.

He gave you his signature boyish grin, dimples on display, then leaned in and gave you a kiss, nipping your lip as he pulled back. “I know you will, Baby. You’re the best Omega I know.” You purred at his praise, finding it addicting. “We gotta get a move on, lots to do today if we’re going camping tomorrow.” He let you go into the bathroom to do your business and such.

You went to pick out an outfit for today, deciding to sport some jean shorts and a basic black tank top. After that you had a quick shower and did light makeup. Simple but you felt cute nonetheless.

When you both finally made your way down to the main floor you found Minho and Changbin sat at the kitchen island making a list of what you would need for camping tomorrow. More like Minho had roped Changbin into helping him because the beta was a planner and liked to have things ready.

“Finally! Hyung needs help deciding what to do for food tomorrow and Saturday morning. Any suggestions?” Changbin exclaimed as he saw Chan, giving the older alpha pleading eyes.

“Good morning to you too Changbin. Oh I slept great, thanks for asking.” Chan quipped sarcastically, and Changbin rolled his eyes with a groan of annoyance.

“Good morning, baby. How did you sleep?” The younger alpha asked you, trying to get on his Hyungs nerves. He cackled when it worked, Chan letting out a huff.

You giggled, “Morning, Binnie. I slept wonderfully. Thank you for asking.”

“Yeah yeah good morning whatever, can we get back to this now?” Minho was getting frustrated, “We literally only have right now to think about this.”

“Fine.” Changbin reached forward and grabbed you by the hips, laughing when you squealed, and setting you on his lap. “What do you think, baby? Any suggestions?”

You leaned back against Changbins chest, feeling the muscles behind you, head on his shoulder while you pondered. “Do you think we should do easy things? Like maybe bring a bunch of premade stuff like sandwiches and maybe breakfast burritos for the morning we can just wrap in foil and throw on the grill?”

“That sounds like a great idea, omega.” Chan replied, leaning on the counter opposite you.

“Yeah! To make it even easier we can place an order for them and pick them up from the diner in town before we leave tomorrow morning.” Changbin agreed, tickling your sides mercifully. He kissed the side of your head when you giggled at him, ignoring the throbbing in his pants caused by your squirming. “Smarty pants.”

Minho nodded in agreement, writing down how many of each he approximated you would all need. “Ok so twenty of each.”

“Twenty?! Why twenty of each, there are only nine of us!” You objected confused, looking at Minho as if he had grown a second head.

“Have you not seen how much these guys eat? Changbin himself could probably put away half of them if you’d let him.” He was looking back at you as if you were the crazy one.

“Hey!” Changbin protested but didn’t fight too hard, knowing Minho was right.

“Yeah Bin, you’ll probably end up eating both of yours and the rest of Felix’s like you always do.” Chan poked fun at the younger alpha.

“What are we talking about? I heard my name.” right on queue Felix walked into the room you were all in.

“We’re talking about the plans for tomorrow, trying to get things taken care of.” Minho sighed, standing from his seat. “Speaking of which, I need to make calls for these orders to be picked up in the morning and then get the other stuff together.” He seemed stressed as he walked away.

“Is he ok?” You asked, worried for the beta.

“Oh yeah he's fine, Min is a planner and likes to get things done in advance. He’s probably going to find Innie to make him help get all the camping stuff out of the garage.” Chan answered, taking an apple off the counter and taking a bite.

At the sight of his apple you remembered your task, “ Do you guys want breakfast?” You went to hop down from Changbins lap but he only held you tighter against him, refusing to let you go.

“Ji should be back any second with pasties and coffee. He wanted to surprise you baby. Annnnd now i’ve ruined it, fuck.” Felix cursed, looking remorseful at having spoiled the fun.

Chan clicked his tongue in mock disappointment, shaking his head. “Way to go, Felix.”

“Hey leave him alone, he's just a boy!” Changbin defended the beta playfully, you leaning into him and huffing in agreement.

“Did somebody say Jisung?!?” A loud voice came from the front door, almost an announcement of his presence. A moment later the boy in question came sauntering in, sunglasses still over his eyes and holding a tray of coffee and a bag of pastries.

“No.” Changbin laments, “Go away.”

“Fine I guess you don’t want the cherry tart I got especially for you, Binnie.” Jisung made a show of wafting the bag up to his nose, “Mmmmm all for me then. Here is yours, my baby. A sweet treat for an even sweeter girl.” He handed you a chocolate croissant and a coffee.

You felt your face heat up as you accepted the pastry. “Thank you Ji.” When Binnie was distracted making grabby hands at the bag that jisung had set down, you took the opportunity to slip off his lap.

“Anything for you.” He grabbed your hand and yanked you closer to him. “Anyways, let's get this show on the road!” with his coffee in one hand and you in the other he set off towards the door. Chan held out a credit card for Jisung who happily snatched it. “Make sure she gets something nice. Our girl seems to have a problem with spending my money.” He winked at you as you passed.

“Oh you know I have no problem spending daddy's money.” The beta cackled.

“Wait for me!” Felix called, scooping his own items and following you out.

“Bye baby!” Changbin yelled, crumbs flying out of his mouth.

“Have a good time, omega.”

“Bye Channie bye Binnie!” You called as you were going out the door.

To say Eun was happy to see you again was an understatement. The second you walked into her shop she had a tight grip on you, hugging the life outta you. The older woman was unable to hold back tears at the sight of the bite mark on your neck, wailing about how happy she was for you and Chan and that the alpha couldn’t be luckier to have landed such a fantastic omega. You had reassured her you were in fact the lucky one.

It took another half an hour of chatting with her before she finally brought you out some swimsuits to try on. You had picked out a few modest one pieces for yourself but her and the boys suggested (demanded) you try on their picks first, an array of bikinis. You had never worn a bikini before so trying them on and modeling them was making you nervous.

You had chosen a basic white one to start. You figured you would start plain and work up to getting more comfortable. You thought it was cute but knew it wouldn't be the one. Thus began you trying a few different ones until you found one you liked. It had been almost 20 minutes since you had gone into the dressing room and the beta boys were getting antsy waiting for you to come out.

“Everything alright in there, baby?” The deep honey tones of Felix's voice called out to you.

“Y-yeah.” you stuttered, debating whether or not to come out. “I’ve never- never worn a bikini before and I’m a little nervous.” you admitted.

“If you’re really not comfortable you can try something else, we won’t be mad or disappointed.” He reassured you.

You felt better at his words, taking a deep breath before pulling back the curtain and revealing yourself.

Both Jisung and Felix felt their eyes widen and hearts stop at the sight of you. You had decided on a little purple bikini with stars on it. It was so you. The swimsuit fits you like a glove and goes perfectly with your skin tone.

They both had been too busy admiring you to say anything and in turn their silence made you self conscious. “I knew this was a bad idea.” You mumbled, covering yourself with your arms and going to shuffle back into the fitting room.

“NO!” they yelled in unison looking at you in panic now. Felix tried to compose himself but Jisung did not, falling to the floor at your feet.

“I’m sorry baby! You look so, so good we couldn’t help but stare!” He pleaded, his heart thumping wildly.

Felix nodded in agreement, now more embarrassed than anything at his fellow betas' antics.

“ Please don’t turn away from us. We didn’t mean to make you feel any negativity. We love the suit. It fits you so well!”

“Really? You’re not just saying that to make me feel better?” You asked skeptically, still covering yourself.

“Baby, my baby, omega, believe me when I say this, if you don’t get that swimsuit I will literally drop dead.” Jisung was so serious from his place on the floor, not one hint of deception on his face. “I simply cannot go on living any longer knowing I will never again get to see your beauty in this bikini - which was made for you by the way- and soon I'll die. In fact even hearing you say it was a bad idea almost killed me on the spot.”

“Oh don’t be so damn dramatic!” Eun called out walking up to the three of you. “But you do look fantastic in that one, Y/n. It would be a real crime if you didn’t get it.” She winked.

It seemed all three betas were rooting for this one so it seemed your fate was sealed.

“I-if you’re all sure…” You trailed off, letting your arms fall to your sides now.

“Never been more sure about anything, sweetheart.” Felix gave you his charming smile.

You hummed, “Fine. I’ll get this one.” There was a round of cheers then Eun went to ring you up, adding a few more pieces she thought would suit you.

Felixs’ big errand was buying blue hair dye. Apparently he used to have blue hair but it's been a while and he’s ready to feel like himself again. He was too precious. You wondered if Chan would be ok with you dying your hair, figuring it wouldn't hurt to ask. Jisung tried to convince you to get some purple dye anyway and not tell him but you were too chicken shit to do something like that.

“Do you wanna help me dye mine, baby? I would love your company.” Felix asked you, crinkling his eyes at you.

Pulling back up to the house you found Jeongin, Minho and Seungmin outside putting some large camping items in the back of a truck. By the looks of it they had already loaded a grill and a few tents. Minho sure didn’t waste time. “There you are, now you can help too.” He eyed the younger boys.

“Actually y/n and I have a few things to do.” Felix grabbed your hand as you got out of the car, his other hand holding your bags. “Sungie would love to help you tho, i'm sure.”

“What?! Traitor!” Jisung complained but was quick to change his tune when Min gave him the evil eye. “I mean, yay packing.”

“We all have to do our part. You included.” Jeongin snickered, handing the beta a bag to put in the car. “At least you didn’t have to make a store run like Hyun and Bin hyung.”

“This was your idea! You should be doing all the work!”

Felix pulled you along into the house, quickly to go undetected “come on before they rope us into helping.” he whispered.

Both of you went up the stairs into Felix's bathroom after you dropped your bags off in your room. Passing Chan's office you could faintly hear the alpha in there on the phone, probably talking with a client. The fact that he works so hard so his pack could have the life they live was astounding. Chan really was a great alpha.

Entering the bathroom Felix reached under the sink for plastic gloves for you to use, and set up the dye. You had helped your old best friend dye her hair a few times so the process was familiar to you. Thankfully his hair was already bleach blonde so you didn’t have to worry about trying to bleach it.

You loved spending time with Felix. Really you loved any one on one time with the boys but you and Felix hadn’t spent time like this since your first day. That felt like so long ago when in reality had only been over a week. They say time flies when you're spending it with your loved ones.

You were discussing what you wanted to plant in the greenhouse when you came back from camping. Cucumbers, pumpkins and peppers were at the top of your list, while Felix requested some carrots and spinach if you could find the room. In only a few hours you had finished dying his hair and had just helped him wash out the dye. He had chosen a beautiful blue for his hair. It seemed to compliment him perfectly. Now it seemed like he was representing who he truly was, with his hair being a clear sky and he himself was the sun.

“You’re all finished! It looks so good on you Lix!” You were enthused, pleased with the finished product.

“All thanks to you baby.” He pulled a blow dryer from under the sink and plugged it in. “Now I'm gonna dry it. Do you wanna help me style it?” Felix really just wanted to be around you more, he wanted to be selfish if only for a while.

“Sure Lixie.” you beamed, reaching for the dryer. You were sitting on the bathroom counter while Felix stood directly in front of you. You turned it on a low setting and grabbed a brush in your other hand, he leaned closer to you and came to stand between your legs.

You began to dry and style his hair, neither of you saying anything now but it not being uncomfortable. In fact it was pleasant. Being close with him reminded you of the kiss he shared with you last night. Not you nor he had brought up the kiss, and he also hadn’t kissed you since. ‘Maybe he regretted kissing me’ the thought weighed heavy on your mind.

Little did you know it was the exact opposite. The only thing on Felix's mind right now was kissing you. He was just worried you hadn’t liked it since you didn’t say anything about it, but you also weren’t acting any different. He was so close to you he could almost taste you, remembering the way your lips did even for that brief moment.

You finished with his hair and set down the tools on the countertop beside you. You were still facing him, afraid to break the silence or to move from your place in front of him. All you could do was focus on each other.

Slowly and timidly, Felix leaned closer to you. You could feel his breath on your face and his scent get even stronger, and Felix gingerly let his lips find yours. Your eyes closed on instinct as you pressed yours to his in return.

‘Finally’ your inner voice said.

When Felix felt you reciprocate his kiss he let out a small whimper, you wouldn’t have even heard it if you weren’t so close to him. His hands fell to your waist and he shuffled even closer to you when you parted your legs further to allow him to make the connection between you. Your own hands were on his shoulders.

The beta didn’t go any further and settled for what you were giving him. He wanted to go at your pace, afraid he would do something to scare you off. While you did enjoy his kiss it suddenly was not enough for you so you took the initiative to gently run your tongue along his lip. When he felt your tongue he whimpered again this time a little louder. His sounds were doing something to you and without thinking you rolled your hips against his.

When your pelvis made contact with his it’s like the damn broke for him and he let the niceties fall. Felix started to ravage your mouth now with his own tongue, his hands gripping you tighter and his own hips doing a roll. Your breath caught in your throat as a quiet moan escaped your lungs.

He held you like that for a while, you both basically dry humping on the counter and tasting each other's mouths. Eventually it was becoming too much for the beta, he knew he would cum in his pants soon and he did not want to do that in front of you. He pulled back from your lips , only a few inches apart.

“Do you want to go further with me, baby?” He prayed you said yes. You had him so worked up he didn’t think jerking off would suffice anymore.

“Please, Lixie. Wanna feel you.”

Fuck

That was all he needed to lift you from the counter onto your feet, then he grabbed the bottom of your tank top and pulled it off of you. He groaned at the sight of your lace bra. You made grabby hands at his own shirt and pulled it over his head.

Felix was so defined. He was so tiny the thought had never even crossed your mind that he could also be ripped. You didn’t have much time to stare before he was turning you around to face the mirror with his hands on your hips and lips on your neck as he locked eyes with you in the mirror. “Can I take you like this, Baby? Let me see all of you?” He let a hand creep up your back to the clasp on your bra, but not yet taking it off.

You nodded, and answered “Uh huh. Yes lixie.” You were so ready for him. Honestly you had been wet since before you styled his hair. You would be surprised if Felix somehow didn't notice the sickly sweet pheromones that were draining out of you.

Felix unclasped your bra with nimble fingers and let it fall away from you. “Oh my god you're so beautiful.” He groaned out when he saw your bare chest. That same hand came to the front of your body and found your right breast, his thumb coming up to rub over your nipple. Now it was your turn to moan out, leaning closer to his chest. “Put your hands on the counter in front of you, baby.”

You did so without complaint and put your palms flat on the surface. He fondled your chest for a few minutes, taking in all the little sighs and moans you would let out as he watched your expressions in the mirror, finding it addicting. When you pushed your ass back into his crotch he let out an almost silent growl, nipping into the skin on your neck that he had been kissing. Suddenly he released you and went to the waistband of your pants, yanking them down your legs with no warning taking your underwear with them.

Felix didn’t know what was overtaking him but he didn’t mind it. He was never this assertive when having sex but something about you made him want to take control. Whether it was your omega status or just your submissive nature in general he couldn’t be sure. Probably a combination of both. You certainly were not complaining, liking this sudden dominant side of the man.

The beta pulled down his own pants and underwear next, eager to have the constricting material off. There you both were, naked and breathing heavy in anticipation. Your eyes were locked in the mirror as Felix reached under both of you and his fingers found your bundle of nerves. You gasped when he touched the sensitive area, eyes closing only for a second. He could feel just how drenched you were for him.

It was at this point that Felix realized he did not have a condom in here.’ Are you fucking kidding me?’ he momentarily chastises himself. “Ummm baby?” you hummed in response, waiting in anticipation. “I sorta don’t have a condom…”

“Oh.” you froze. “Th-then we can, umm, maybe we should stop.”

“Do you want to stop?” He desperately did not want to, he literally didn’t know if he could at this point.

“N-no but Chan and the doctor said-”

“But I can pull out.” He eagerly proposed, he had never been a rule breaker but right now he really did not give a shit. Consequences be damned. “Come on omega, it’ll feel so good.”

“I don’t know, lix…” You trailed off, unsure. "Channie wouldn't like it.." You didn’t want to disobey but one look at his pleading face behind you and you gave in. “If you promise to pull out…”

“I promise,” he said immediately. You nodded hesitantly giving him the go ahead as you readied yourself against the counter once more. "God, you are so hot."

The beta placed a kiss to your neck before taking his member in his hand and lining up with your entrance. He hadn’t prepped you like he should have but honestly when you were both that desperate that was the farthest thing from his mind. He let the tip run through your slick that had accumulated to make it an easier entry. Felix slowly pushed into you from behind, the stretch of him leaving a slight burn and you lightly hissed at the intrusion.

Felix on the other hand was in heaven. He had never felt so incredible from one push but fuck you were so tight. “Fuck omega, your pussy is so tight, nnggg oh my god I don’t know how I'll be able to move, fuck baby.” Felix couldn’t shut up as he filled you. His words were helping you though, as he stopped moving to let you adjust while he mumbled.

Between his jumbled (what you assumed were) praising words he laid sloppy kisses to your bare shoulders, his saliva leaving wetness along your skin. You were absolutely reeling; between feeling him within you and his total personality flip that left you with whiplash, your brain was turning into a muddled mess. It got even worse when he started rutting into you from behind, his hips grinding harshly against your ass.

His chest pushed you further into the counter and with the new angle his cock hit something deep inside you. Your back arched as you moaned aloud, your head falling forward in your ecstasy.

“F-fuuckk baby, you are so good f’ me. So so good, oh my god.” his deep voice was getting raspier by the second. Felix reached his hand around, his small fingers finding your clit again and rubbing sloppy circles. His other hand went to your breast and massaged your sensitive skin. “Look at me, baby, please look at me.”

You mustered all your willpower to bring your head up as much as you could, looking through your wet lashes to his gaze in the mirror. He looked absolutely wrecked, his eyes glossed over as he drooled on you. At the sight of him, fucked out because of you, you felt your orgasm approaching and approaching fast. “F-felix ‘m gonna- gonna cum.”

“Please cum for me. I need you to cum for me.” He sped up his thrusts, humping into you desperately. He was close to. The pulsing of his dick within you sent you over the edge, and you came with a loud cry of his name.

The squeezing of your heat on his member was enough for him. The beta knew he wouldn’t be able to pull out in time but he still tried, cumming half inside and the rest on your ass. The second he came his urges took over completely and without a warning, his teeth embedded themselves in your shoulder blade. When his teeth made contact in your skin you moaned as another orgasm washed over you.

You both were panting hard, you with tears cascading down your cheeks and Felix with your blood on his lips. It took you a moment to catch both of your breaths, the severity of what had happened finally registering in both of your minds.

“Felix…”

“Yeah”

“You came in me.”

“Yeah”

“Do you think Chan will be mad?”

“Yep”

“Oh. Did you mean to bite me?”

“Um, n-no.” He stammered, “ It had been on my mind since a few days ago when Chan said we could.”

‘Chan had said that?’

“But I didn't really expect to.” He grabbed a towel and began to wipe up the dripping mess he made on your skin. “I guess now is a good time to tell you that I'm kinda in love with you.” he chuckled nervously.

You spun around at his confession, not really shocked. You were able to feel his emotions when he bit down on you. It wasn’t as intense as when Chan bit into you - given he is an alpha and he bit your mating gland - but you could still sense the betas to an extent. “Felix…” you let more salty tears trail down your face. “I…I kinda love you too.”

Now he was crying, unable to contain his emotions and he fell into your embrace. Both of you were just little crybabies. Maybe that is why you got on so well together. It was easy to be vulnerable with him.

It was easy with Felix. So you both just hugged, and whispered to each other there in the bathroom. Both dreading the storm that was your alpha.

Sometime later after you had both redressed and Felix cleaned the wound on your shoulder, you both exited the bathroom. You shared a final kiss before parting ways. Felix going down the stairs and you going into Chan's office. The guilt was going to eat you alive if you didn’t tell him (assuming he couldn’t smell it on you when you came in).

You heard more faint talking so you knocked and waited. You heard him thank whoever he was talking to and hang up. “Come on in, baby.” He called out to you. You opened his door slowly and saw him sitting at his desk. His nostrils flared when you entered his office.

Chan obviously knew what you were doing with Felix, but he didn’t know the dirty secret you were keeping. Upon your entry into his office you were emitting a scent you hadn’t produced in a few days; intense guilt.

“What’s wrong, omega?” He immediately questioned you, reaching his hands out for you. When he noticed your hesitancy to grab his hand he stood from his seat and rested his hands on your shoulders, bending to be eye level with you. “Did something happen? Did Felix do something to you?”

“No!” you answered quickly. “I mean, not really.”

“Then what's wrong? You can't keep secrets from me, I can smell it on you.”

You looked down to the floor shamefully before giving him an answer. “When Felix and I were..intimate, he sorta.. He didn’t wear anything… and he umm he kinda came in me a little bit..” Your heart was pounding out of your chest when you saw the hardened look in the alphas face, his eyes darkening at your admittance.

“Is that so?” He seemed eerily calm, if you knew anything about alphas it’s that they are prone to rage so the fact that he didn’t immediately lash out was kind of scary to you. Little did you know he was furious.

“I’m really sorry, Channie. I-i know i wasn’t supposed to but-”

“Go to our room.” He interrupted you, removing his hands from you.

“W-what?”

He let out a low growl, “Go. to. Our. room. Omega, now.”

You gave him a look of alarm at his menacing tone, but still scurried out of his office and to his room. You shut the door softly and then sat on the bed, awaiting your fate. You hadn’t seen Chan angry yet, you didn’t know what to expect. He didn’t strike you as the type to scream and throw things like your father had been, but to be fair you had only known him for just over a week.

After about ten minutes Chan walked through the door into the space you occupied. He still had that intimidating demeanor but he seemed to be keeping his cool. He skipped the formalities as he spoke to you though, “ Take off your clothes and get in the shower.”

You stood from your seated position and started to strip, gently placing your clothes down in the hamper before slowly making your way to the bathroom. The whole time he just watched you as if you were a prey animal, and he was the big bad wolf.

Once you turned on the water to his shower it only took a moment for it to get hot and you entered the shower. It was a spacious area, with sliding glass and a shower head that rained down from the ceiling. Any other time you would have found solace in the luxurious bathroom, but right now all you felt was anxious.

Chan didn’t say anything as he slipped into the shower with you a few moments later. In fact he hadn’t said anything at all as he helped you wash your hair, he only shushed you when you went to speak. It wasn’t until he grabbed a loofa and began rubbing down your body from behind with it that he spoke. “ This is a nice bite mark here on your shoulder. Did Felix do that to you?” You went to nod in response but that wasn’t what the alpha was looking for, and he used one hand to reach onto the base of your head and gripped your hair tightly, causing you to let out a squeak. “I asked you a question, omega, and I expect an answer.”

“Yes, yes Alpha he did.” You gasped out, falling quickly into an uncharted subspace. Your inner omega only wanted to please your alpha now. His actions and words were shocking to you, he wasn’t being the Chan you knew him to be. You had seen small glimpses here and there but never to this extent.

“Did he bite you while he was cumming inside of you?” His grip on your hair tightened in one hand while his other brought the loofa down between your legs.

“Yes alpha.” You tilted your head back trying to get some slack but it proved pointless.

“Do you remember the conversation we had with the doctor yesterday, omega?” He knew you did, or else you wouldn’t have come to him so guiltily.

“Yes I re-remember” You stuttered, your insides fluttering with both excitement and anxiety.

“What did he say to us about when having sex?” His lips were kissing your injured skin on your shoulder where your new bite mark resided.

“To-to use protection until my results come in and I can go on-on birth control.” your panting was getting stronger as you tried to forget about the pain on your scalp.

“Mm that is right, baby.” chans tongue dug into your injured skin, causing you to let out a quiet cry. “Ya know what the rule was and still deliberately did otherwise. What am I going to do with you?” It was a rhetorical question meant to tease you. You started to cry at his words.

“ m’ so sorry Alpha. Please don’t be angry. M’ sorry.” He leaned over to lick up the salty tears that were coming down steadily now.

“Oh baby, I know you're sorry. Alpha knows.” you perked up slightly but it all came crashing down when he said his next words, “But just because you're sorry doesn’t mean there are no consequences.”

He dropped the sponge to the ground and that hand grabbed both of your wrists holding them together behind your back and pushing you against the cold tile, your chest smushing against the wall. “Ahh Chan!”

“Spread your legs. Let me in there, omega.” you did as he said, and he wasted no time in rubbing the tip of his cock along your sensitive folds. “Funny enough, I had just talked to the doctor on the phone before you came into my office, stinking like guilt and cum.” The alpha pressed you harder against the tile. “And it turns out you wouldn’t even be able to get pregnant right now, those suppressants are running crazy all over your body and hormones.”

Without warning he pushed into your heat, your sore walls engulfing him completely. He was so big. Even though you had been prepped by Felix so recently, taking the alpha was a whole other ball game. The only time he had really fucked you was on your heat, where your body was ready to accommodate his length.

“R-really?” you asked in a moan, both in pleasure and pain.

“Uh huh. How lucky is that?” He started at a brutal pace, the skin of his pelvis slapping against your ass noisily. “Still doesn’t excuse your actions. The both of you have to make it up somehow.”

“Please, m’ sorry.” you pleaded between moans and squeaks. His cock always filled you so well.

“This bite mark he left you sure is deep. You know Felix would only bite someone he loves.” Your heart fluttered at his remark, and it seemed your pussy did too. “Fuck so tight. Did you know that, omega? Your pussy tightened on me so you must know. Felix loves you, and now I'm sure you love him too huh?”

“Yes alpha!” you cried louder as his wet heaving chest was pressed against your back.

“Maybe that should be your punishment. Yeah that's it, since both of you want to disobey me then that's the consequence.’ your eyes widened, having an inkling of what he would say next.

“You aren’t allowed to touch him, at all, until I say so. No kissing, no fucking, no so much as brushing fucking fingers with him until I've deemed it acceptable. Fuck maybe I won’t even let him speak to you from now on.”

“Alpha no!” You tried to protest but he only sped up his thrusts, making you only be able to moan and cry. Fuck he was fucking you so good. Better than anything you have ever felt. He had you so deep in space you could barely focus on anything than that thin line between pain and pleasure.

“Too fucking late. You stay the fuck away from him, do you hear me, omega? Damn, I'm gonna cum. He won’t so much as breathe in your direction until I say so.” The alpha let go of your hair and you sucked in a large breath at the release. He opted for gripping your hips roughly, his fingers surely to leave bruises.

Your arms were free now so with one hand you braced yourself against the cold surface, the other was reaching behind you to grab at your mate, craving even an ounce of comfort as you were nearing your high. You made contact with the skin on his waist and dug your fingers into him.

When you grabbed him the alpha let go and released inside of you with a loud growl, the copious amount overflowing against his length. His knot inflated within you, locking you into place with him. His growl set something inside of you aflame and without warning you came too, a loud wail leaving your lips and your eyes rolling into the back of your head. You wretch your head to the side bearing your neck for your alpha, giving him your complete submission. He almost took the opportunity to reclaim you, but knew you had enough biting for one day.

Chan stilled his hips, breathing heavy in your ears as he let you come down. He watched the cum fall down from where you were joined and be washed away with the water. After a moment when his knot had deflated, he slowly pulled out of you, kissing the back of your neck and whispering praises. He knew it would be a long night of aftercare.

A/n: True colors are starting to come out a lil more, not everything is all sunshine and rainbows

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chapter 3 ✧ lost in the lights - written

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synopsis ✧ you've always dreamt of having your fantasy-like love story. naturally, hearing the sweet melodic ring of your love alarm was what you wanted the most, right? until it actually happened. four times.

pairing ✧ uni student! choi san x fem! uni student! reader

wc ✧ 2.3 k

warnings ✧ party, mentions of getting drunk/alcohol/throwing up, slight angst, there might be mistakes (tell me if i've missed something ♡)

mood songs ✧

You feel awkward.

Sitting in the backseat of your car and listening to the late-night university radio show, you wait for your dear friend Jeongin to come out of the luxurious house in front of you. As you check your watch, you realise it’s been 48 minutes since you arrived, and you are already running out of patience.

Jeongin drunk called you in a panic while you were sleeping and you had no other choice except to pick him up from Changbin’s party. Of course, you were invited by its host a few days ago - his parties were not ones to be missed, and mysteriously enough, he really wanted you to be there. However, you weren’t so sure you did. There was always a lot of alcohol and trouble involved, and you weren’t in the mood for drunken mistakes.

Also, you knew that Choi San was probably going to be there.

Maybe I should’ve gone.

The late-night spring breeze, softly caressing your face through the rolled-down windows fills your heart with melancholy and you let out a deep sigh. You open yet another jelly package - your 5th for the night. It makes you feel better, or at least you think so.

You see couples - all smiles and giggles, leave Changbin’s place, holding hands and ready to continue the night in someone’s dorm. You can’t help but feel a little jealous. There are also a few wasted students, barely able to walk, emerging from his front door and still singing whatever song was playing inside. And no sight of your friend.

A small voice in your head whispers to let loose for once and go inside, but you silence it. You just have to pick up Jeongin, drive him to his dorm, and go home to watch Spirited Away for the 20th time, crying in your bed for being so single.

Pathetic. Yes, that is a better adjective to describe your feelings.

“So don’t get discouraged, my friends. It’s perfectly fine to stay single during your university years,” you hear the radio host say with a laugh. Perfect timing. “One-night stands are always an option if you’re not ready to tie the knot!”

“Oh, come on,” with a groan, you reach out to the front of the car to turn the volume down. You don’t want to listen to a random guy indirectly making fun of your love life. The bitterness doesn’t leave you, though.

You’ve had your fair share of first dates but that was all it was - there was never a follow-up date or a shy goodbye kiss at your dorm’s door, promising more. So all you can do is dream and hope for your turn to experience love to come sooner or later.

Relationships are difficult. That’s what you know for sure, especially when you rely on a so-called love alarm. No one exactly knew where it came from or who made it, but everyone around you trusted its judgment. It seemed to be “attached” in a way to every person and watch their every move. Fate sure had its strange ways.

Walking on eggshells around every guy you met, you used to dread the day your alarm will go off. Everyone said it’s a sign you’ve found your soulmate, and you should be on cloud nine if you happened to hear it.

You heard it once.

And weren’t so happy about it.

You chase your thoughts away and take out your phone from the handbag next to you. Now isn’t the time to feel sorry for yourself.

Tonight couldn’t have gotten any better than this.

Reluctantly, you step out of your car and start walking towards the entrance of the house. You can’t possibly leave Jeongin here even though you prefer to stay in your car, eating your favourite gummy bears.

The first thing you notice once inside is the smoke. It makes you cough so you put your hand in front of your nose to shield yourself from it. You start making your way through the dancing students, crowding the rooms on the first floor, trying to find your friend, but in front of you is an endless ocean of unfamiliar faces. The deafening music makes you want to forget why you’re here and join the others, but all you do is hum to the beat as you walk around.

As you reach the kitchen area, you trip on an empty whiskey bottle and almost lose your balance before someone grabs your hands to keep you in place. Looking up, you see a tall guy gazing down at you. It’s too dark to see clearly, but you’re pretty sure that’s Yeonjun - Beomgyu and Kai’s roommate. The neon lights - purple, green, and blue, coming from small projectors placed around the room, slightly illuminate his features and you see the pleasant surprise in his blurry eyes.

Yeonjun’s dressed in a casual black t-shirt and stylish pants of the same colour - simple but effective. He has never needed much to stand out anyway. You feel your heartbeat accelerating, making your ears ring. You used to have the biggest hallway crush on him a couple of months ago before you actually spoke to him and realised you had close to absolutely no chance with him.

That was fine. You got over it pretty quickly. However, there was no place to deny Yeonjun was and still is way too attractive, even though his reputation could be problematic at times. At least that’s what the hushed voices in the girl’s dorms said.

“Easy there, Y/n,” he leans in to shout in your left ear as he eases his grip on your hands. His drunken grin makes you laugh. “Didn’t see you earlier.”

“I just came,” you explain, your eyes wandering behind Yeonjun. No sight of Jeongin. “Have you seen Felix?”

“Darling, I don’t even know if I’m dreaming or fully awake right now,” his right hand slides around your shoulders as he moves to stand beside you. You feel his hot breath tickle your neck before he places a soft kiss behind your ear. He has never been so close to you before, except for the occasional greeting hugs he gave you when you saw him at your friends’ dorm. “But I know I want to get out of here with you.”

What?

“You’re too drunk to have this conversation, Yeonjun,” you say and push him away a little. There’s no way you’re dealing with another highly intoxicated individual tonight even though a small part of you wants to. His eyes are filled with disappointment, and there’s a slight pout on his lips as you turn to properly look at him. “See you around.”

“Call me!” You hear his shout as you leave the room and go for the second floor. Here, it’s calmer, and the corridor is empty except for you and two guys sitting on the cold marble floor making out. Judging by the layout, there should be only bedrooms, so you excuse yourself as you jump over their legs, careful not to disrupt them.

After opening most doors and witnessing some quite traumatising things behind them, you finally find your friend in one of the bathrooms. The room is small - there’s just a sink and a toilet, so Jeongin is taking up most of the space, curled up on the tiles with his head on what looks like a folded hoodie with a few questionable dark spots on it. You almost take out your phone to snap a picture and laugh at it in the morning. Too much hanging out with Beomgyu.

His eyes are closed, and his breathing - heavy as you kneel next to him and shake his arm. “Jeongin, you have to get up.”

Your friend’s face twists in disgust, and his body suddenly tenses. “I’m going to throw up.”

“Hold it,” you say, backing away from him and getting up. You turn on the sink and splash him with cold water, to which he protests. “I’ll drive you home. Come on.”

“Man, I can’t. Lift me,” Jeongin’s whine makes your eyes roll, and just as you’re about to answer him, the door opens with a loud creak.

“Jeong, I found-,” the raspy male voice you hear behind you gives you goosebumps. Now that was unexpected.

Turning back, you can’t help but feel excited. You wonder what kind of look you’ll see on its owner’s face, and when you’re met with his icy dark eyes, piercing through yours, you smile to yourself. So the usual.

At this point, there are no surprises between you two. Whenever and wherever you saw him - it was the same. At first, you were offended by his cold and distant attitude, his sharp look, and his pursed lips, but now they don’t bother you as much. Or at least you thought so.

Choi San hadn’t always been like that when it came to you, though. When you first met him six months ago at the freshman welcoming party, you found yourself smiling way too widely after your conversation with him. Honestly, your memories from that night were a blur, but you did remember some things.

Maybe you took a few shots together.

Maybe you danced a little too provocatively with him.

And maybe you even almost kissed him.

However, all that was shattered into million pieces after he just…changed. After the party you started hanging out together - your newly found friends were his too, so it wasn’t a rare occurrence for you to go on a spontaneous trip out of campus for the weekend or have an unproductive study session together. Things like that, though, don’t last long.

Suddenly, his boyish smile and charming dimples were never for you.

Neither were his jokes and compliments meant for you to hear.

You weren’t sure what about you made him switch up so drastically in the following months and neither did any of your friends know. He didn’t seem to care to explain too.

Sometimes you miss his other side - the one he shows everyone else (and the one you used to know so well), and secretly you want to see it again, but you aren’t delusional. There is not a single universe where this is possible. You don’t believe in this anymore. Still, a small part of you wonders why.

Even though your heart still sometimes flutters at the sight of him, you find it easier to give him the same attitude back instead of asking questions. Your relationship is confusing enough as it is. No need to complicate things further. You can live with the “I hate your guts” dynamic.

So now, knowing it pisses him off, you flash him an ironic smile, “Hello to you too.”

“What are you doing here?” San’s voice echoes in the space between you as he closes the door. The slight blush on his cheeks from the alcohol, the black t-shirt, tight around his toned body and his disheveled hair make you stare more than the appropriate amount. Mentally scolding yourself, you notice the water bottle in his right hand and point at it.

“You might want to spill it on his face. He’s not getting up,” you joke and step aside so that San can squat beside Jeongin. The woody smell of his perfume fills your senses as he passes you, making you dizzy.

“Yeah, he’s wasted. I’ll take him home,” San says in a matter-of-fact tone and pats your friend on the cheeks. “And you didn’t answer my question.”

“I don’t have to explain myself to you,” anger is building up in your whole being, making your blood boil a little from his demanding voice. “And I am taking him home. You’ve drunk.”

“That’s why I’ll call an uber and-”

“Can you shut up? I’m really going to throw up,” Jeongin interrupts you two as he tries to lift his head before San can say anything else. His teary red eyes meet yours before he looks around, confused, “Where’s Felix?”

“He wasn’t here when I came in,” both you and San say simultaneously, frowning at each other. You pull your phone from your back pocket to try texting Felix, but as usual, luck is on your side - your battery is dead.

“Whatever, just get me out of here before I completely lose my mind,” groans Jeongin, and you quickly help him stand up - his arms around yours and San’s shoulders. As much as you are annoyed with San’s presence, you’re grateful Jeongin had someone to look out for him while you weren’t there.

On your way out, you see some of San’s other friends wave at him from the now quieter living room downstairs. You only recognise Wooyoung, laying next to two other guys with his eyes closed on the fluffy white carpet amongst empty bottles, and Seonghwa, smiling warmly at you from the couch. “Are you guys leaving?”

“I’m helping her with Jeong,” shouts San, sounding irritated —a win for you. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

Seonghwa nods and turns to look at you, “Have a safe trip to the dorms, Y/n. See you tomorrow.”

Avoiding his eyes, you feel a little flustered by his words and his deep voice but manage to find the strength to wish him a good night. While you’re walking to your car, San lets out a low laugh, and you give him a warning look.

“You’re as red as a tomato, Y/n,” he says, amused. “You should’ve heard yourself.”

“For someone so skilled at ignoring me, you surely pay a lot of attention,” you tease him as you unlock your car and open the back door. You only hear San huff in response after he lays Jeongin down on the seat and then turns to face you. What you see in his eyes this time is unreadable, and you aren’t so certain what to make out of it. Was it hurt? Jealousy? You shake your head - no point in trying to figure him out.

“Be careful, Y/n.”

These are his only words before San hands you the water bottle he was carrying and turns around, leaving you alone and baffled. You sigh as you look up at the night sky.

For some reason, tonight the stars are shining brighter than before.

note ✧ it's my first time making a written chapter and i hope you enjoyed it! writing it wasn't easy haha feedback is greatly appreciated and it really makes my day so please lmk what you think of the story so far! ♡

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Time wasn't in our favor - Part 4 (Sad Ending)

Pairing: TASM Peter Parker (Andrew Garfield) x Female!Reader

Summary: What if...your soulmate is from another universe but you didn't know? Soulmate AU. Set during NWH, fluff.

Word count: 3k

Series Masterlist: Prologue, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Happy Ending, Sad Ending.

The first thing Peter Parker did after he returned to his universe was swing back to his apartment. He needed the confirmation despite his heart already giving indications of the truth. Ignoring the injuries that he was sporting after the multiversal battle, Peter checked his soul mark. A shaky chuckle echoed as he saw the mark identical to Y/N’s.

His tattoo indeed changed after meeting her. They were red - a color Peter never thought his tattoo would ever be in again. Peter shook his head as his brain started racking up ideas on how to see her again. While changing out of his Spider-man suit, an item fell out and onto the ground. They were the photos he took with Y/N from the photo booth.

Peter quickly threw on a hoodie before picking the photo up. His hands ever so lightly held the item, as if afraid he would ruin it. But as of that moment, it was the only thing left of her that he had - excluding the tattoo, of course. He settled down onto his bed, eyes never leaving the item. He traced every inch of her face, clinging to every detail the little paper would convey. He finally had time to breathe, instead of getting tangled into the rush of saving the day. It was only now that he got to memorize every inch of her face, something he, unfortunately, could not do before leaving the second chance he got at a soulmate.

Suddenly, the sound of his front door unlocking caused Peter’s senses to perk up. The hero immediately listened for more signs of danger. He set the photos on his desk before inching towards the bedroom door. His hands gripped the knob as he heard the sound of a sigh, some things being dropped before footsteps sounded. With determination, Peter stormed out of his room and prepared to attack the stranger.

“Oh my gosh, Peter, you scared me,” the voice yelled right after yelping. The person started soothing their heart by rubbing their hand above where their heart would be.

Meanwhile, Peter froze in disbelief.

“...Gwen?” his voice broke while calling out to his first love.

“Yeah...who else?” she jested, giving him that familiar grin that he once wished to cherish more often than before. But now, he had the chance to see it again. “Oh my gosh, what happened to you?” she asked upon noticing the dried blood on him, inching closer and putting both her hands on his face.

“I-I’m not sure,” the boy muttered, lost in the thought of her and what was happening.

“Must be quite a bad guy, huh? For them to be able to do this? I do trust that you kept your promise to be careful though,” Gwen caressed his face, lightly tracing it as if scared that she would hurt him.

“H-how did you get in?” Peter asked, finally realizing that he always locked his front every time he got home.

“...What do you mean?” she asked, looking at him as if he had lost his mind. All that came back at her was a genuinely confused face. “Peter...I have a key?” It was a statement that came out as a question. “I...I live here with you? We’re married?” Again, Gwen was met with no replies. “Babe, this is our home,” she continued.

Home? Why does home sound so wrong? He could not help but wonder as the words spilled out of her mouth.

“Did they hit you that hard? The bad guys? Are you...do you have an amnesia?” Gwen touched his forehead at this.

“No, I-” he stopped himself, staring at his supposed wife in disbelief.

How did this happen?

“Don’t worry about me,” Peter finally settled on saying.

“Yeah, well, it’s included in the vows so I can’t really opt out on that. ‘Through sickness and in health’, remember?” Gwen smiled, finally removing her scarf and discarding it on their sofa. “Well, how about I make dinner tonight, you’d like that?” she asked, even though her mind had already settled on the idea. Gwen proceeded to wrap her arms around her husband’s neck, grinning up at him like a kid on Christmas day.

“Yeah, I-I’d like that.”

“Good, now, go shower. You stink,” she confessed, offering him another one of those gorgeous smiles before walking into the kitchen.

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He saw his ring on the sink when he walked into the bathroom.

Marriage was definitely something Peter had wanted his whole life. However, he could not help but be scared at the thought of knowing he was in one right that second. He was already unsettled from the fact that Gwen’s stuff was already in the bedroom when he returned but he was so engulfed in post-battle and thoughts of Y/N that he did not notice.

Y/N.

Peter looked down at his tattoo. It was still identical to the one on the wrist of the girl he had met a day ago. The color was still bright red. Peter could not tell how he should feel about Gwen no longer being his soulmate. Seeing her again right after finally healing that one wound he never thought would stop hurting made it worse. Either way, he has to face this.

Exiting the bedroom, Peter found Gwen swaying to the music playing on their speaker.

“I bumped into one of my old classmates from Oxford and had a quick catch-up. I just can’t believe how long ago it has be-” Gwen immediately let out a chuckle as she heard the next song come on. “It’s our wedding song. Dance with me, Peter, please?” she asked, tugging at his hand.

“Won’t the food burn?”

“It’ll be quick,” she pulled Peter out of the kitchen and into their living room, where her hands found themselves around his neck as the two started swaying to the song that apparently signified so much to them. However, to him, it was the first time Peter heard that song. It hurt him so much to know that he somehow unintentionally missed out the last few years of their relationship. He knew that it was somewhat selfish cause he should feel grateful to have her back, but half of his thoughts were purely about Y/N.

Before he knew it, the song was over. Gwen lifted her head from his chest and looked into his eyes. She inched on her toes and gave him a quick peck on the lips.

“I love you,” she said after breaking away from the kiss.

“I love you too,” why was it so damn easy for those words to slip out of him.

Maybe this is a sign from the universe. It gave her back to him.

Next thing he knew, Peter was bending over as he groaned. His left hand immediately clung around his wrist, where his tattoo would be. It felt almost numbing, yet the burning sensation made Peter want to collapse on his knees. Without even looking at Gwen, Peter stormed into the bedroom and locked the door.

“Peter? Are you okay?” he heard her from inside the bedroom, but dismissed it as he rolled his sleeves up to look at the source of his pain.

There it was. His skin was swelling and morphing into something new as the previous red mark blistered and scarred. Peter gasped for air as the pain seemed to amplify while his heart rate tripled. He looked away from the tattoo as he hid his face in the pillow, letting out a muffled scream over the agony.

Then just like that, the pain abruptly stopped and all Peter was left with was a hazing feeling. He weakly lifted his head up in disbelief over the experience. Almost immediately, his eyes landed on the wrist and almost dry chuckled at the situation.

There it was, a red soul mark. Except this one matched with Gwen instead of Y/N. However, he could briefly see a scar underneath that resembled what was his second chance.

Sitting up, Peter blinked wildly as he tried to comprehend what was happening. He approached the desk and saw the photo booth photo again. The boy picked it up and stared at the item in confusion before hearing Gwen call out again.

“Peter, please let me in. I’m worried about you.”

He turned towards the bedroom door before his eyes took in the sight of what used to be his bedroom. It was now his and Gwen’s bedroom. There were photos of them hung everywhere. His stuff was intertwined with hers. Every little thing here resembled a life that he somehow missed. Everything in this room was what he had always dreamed of. His happy ending was right here, but why does it feel so wrong to have it?

“No...” Peter muttered as he tried to have an internal conversation with himself. A part of him tried to convince his mind that perhaps he deserved this and the hesitation would go away once he settled into this life. After all, this was what he had wished for for so long.

Maybe it was time to just take things for granted. Perhaps this was life giving him a true second chance. What is to say that he will ever see Y/N again anyway? His heart ached at that, but Peter ignored it as he tried to sway the thoughts away. He looked back at the photo in his hand.

Maybe...the ‘this feels wrong’ feeling will disappear...if he lets the memories go.

With that, he dropped the photo out of the window, letting the wind take his what-ifs away.

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“Come back in two hours, yeah?” though his voice made the question come out as more of a command than anything. But the girl knew it was all with good intentions, so she nodded and watched as the man closed the magic portal.

Y/N was here on a mission: find Peter Parker - the one that belonged to her, and…possibly stay here and run from Doctor Strange if he tries to take her back to her universe. Though now that she is in his world, she felt almost foolish to come here without a plan to actually find her Peter. So here she was, standing in an alleyway, clueless and lost. Neither does she know how to find him either.

“Life, please give me a sign on where to find him...” she groaned as she muttered to herself. The girl covered her face as she brainstormed on ways to find Peter. That was when something light hit her head, which made her uncover her eyes and look at the object. Her mouth fell agape as she recognized what had landed on her a second ago. Y/N picked up what was metaphorically “a sign” for her, It was the photo she took with Peter in the photo booth. However, the girl scrunched her eyes as she realized this was not her copy, but Peter’s.

Y/N looked up into the sky before averting to the building next to the alleyway. She then saw the light turning on in one of the rooms. In a slight cliche way, a lightbulb almost went off in her head as she deduced the situation. Perhaps Peter lived in this building and left his window open, and somehow the photo fell out and reached her. Even though Y/N knew it was technically illegal, the girl decided to try it anyway. She climbed through the fence and reached the fire escape with slight difficulty. Once there, Y/N made her way up to each window on each floor, peering in slightly to check and hoped that it was Peter’s apartment.

She almost gave up when she reached the fourth window. However, that was when Y/N halted as she peered in. There he was, just like how she remembered him. Except now he was in ordinary clothing that fitted him, instead of his spider-suit or clothes of a Peter Parker from another universe. Blood was no longer on his face, but there were marks indicating that the battle did happen and that he had saved her New York City.

But what struck Y/N was the blonde that was with him. Y/N desperately wanted to believe she was only a friend, but with her hand on his face and the ring on both their left hands’ fourth fingers. Y/N bit her lip as she glanced around his bedroom and saw the photos that hung on the wall. They almost all had the blonde in them. He also looked so happy in all of them.

He looked in love.

Y/N hands gripped slightly harder on the photo booth’s photos, scrunching it slightly. She held back the tears, but all her self-control broke when she saw his wrist.

His soulmate mark did not match hers.

A sob left her lips as she felt pain jolt through her wrist. Y/N slapped a hand over her mouth as she ducked down from the window, afraid of getting caught.

Peter heard the noise and turned towards the window.

“Probably our neighbor again, she’s always drunk on Friday nights,” Gwen commented, dismissing the noise. Peter kept his glance out the window for a second, his spidey senses signaling something to him but he could not decipher it. Also dismissing the noise, Peter turned back to Gwen and smiled at her.

Meanwhile, Y/N was sitting on the fire escape, her head under the window as she bit into her arm to keep herself from screaming. She leaned against the wall near the window, hiding in the shadow. Tears were free-falling from her eyes as she looked down at her tattoo. The radiating color it once held was slowly slipping away. Another sob almost escaped as she realized that instead of reverting back to black, her soulmate tattoo now had a faded gray color.

The pain slowly subsided, but the numbness remained. Y/N looked at the photo again.

She wondered if he had thought of her at all ever since he came back. She wondered why he never mentioned having a wife and why he would ever cheat on his partner like that. She wondered if he had felt it all like she did, or was it all one-sided and this was once again another false hope situation. Out of bitterness, Y/N ripped the photo in half and discarded it on the metal ground she was sitting on.

He made his choice, so she walked away. Her legs dragged her numb self down the stairs before sliding down a wall in the alleyway to wait for Doctor Strange.

“Hey, kid,” Doctor Strange called out, scrunching his eyebrows softly as he saw her tear-stained face. Y/N, on the other hand, realized that she was too occupied by her mind to notice that time had passed and the man who had already portaled there.

“...Come on, let’s go home,” he spoke quietly, his voice soft and the most empathetic he could. Doctor Strange knew asking if she was okay would be stupid, and offering sentimental support was not his forte either. In fact, the doctor believed that with his lack of skill in displaying empathy, he might make things worse by accidentally saying something sarcastic and mocking. But either way, he decided to try: “There’s some ice cream at the sanctum...” he muttered, glancing away from the crying girl.

“Thank you, but...just take me home, sir,” Y/N replied, knowing that even though he offered it, the sorcerer was uncomfortable with this kind of situation. Stephen Strange nodded, conjuring a portal with the hand motion that Y/N had seen many times. He stepped through it with ease, but Y/N’s foot felt heavy as she dragged herself closer to the sparkling circle. The girl looked back up at that brightly lit window.

“You coming?” he said softly from the other side of the portal.

Despite her anger at that moment, she knew that if he decided to run after her in the future, she’d still open her arms to him. So if, by chance, it doesn’t work out with Gwen, he’ll always have a chance with Y/N and her world. With that last thought, Y/N stepped through the portal and into her world, saying goodbye to the man that had stolen her heart in less than twenty-four hours.

Granted, her wish came true. She fell in love with no indication from her mark or the concept. And it did prove to her that the concept was genuine. However, it also proved that sometimes soulmates aren’t meant to be, because hers never belonged to her since the beginning.

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BONUS:

In the middle of New York, a girl entered her favorite sandwich shop. “Hi, can I get a meatball sandwich without pickles and extra cheese, please? Thanks, Richard” the girl ordered.

“No problem, Y/N. How was the shift?”

“Super busy...and depressing. I had to slip away to get my mind off today's surgeries. Everything just seems to fall apart today,” Doctor Y/N L/N answered. Surgery after surgery, the girl has worked for over 50 hours without sleeping. Not only that, but the bus accident has left many in critical conditions.

“I’m sorry to hear that. Here, a brownie on the house,”

“Thank you, Richard, I’ll see you soon.”

The girl picked up her sandwich and brownie before heading towards the door. Before she could reach it, her knee gave away. She collapsed on the ground, groaning loudly as she felt an excruciating pain on her wrist, where her soul mark was.

“What’s happening?” she looked down to see her tattoo of a spider with two shorter legs slowly vanishing.

“Y/N?” the owner called out, coming up from behind her, trying to figure out what was wrong. The doctor, however, only had her eyes on what was happening to her wrist. There it was, a pink scar in the spot where her soulmate tattoo used to be. Without answering the man behind her, Y/N took out her phone and dialed it.

“This is the Palmer-Strange clinic for soulmate care. How may we help you?” a voice answered through the device.

“Get Doctor Christine Palmer on the phone, please.”

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That's it for the series. Thank you for reading!!!!!!

Series Masterlist: Prologue, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Happy Ending, Sad Ending.

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captainjimothycarter · 4 months

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To Outlast Even Death (Following In Your Steps) Chapter One: The Difference In Mates

Happy Steggymas, @3pirouette I'm lucky enough to get one of my favorite authors! I went through so many ideas before landing on this one! I tried so, so hard to come up with an idea of lumberjack Steve because I still firmly believe he needs to exist. This is not the first chapter I wanted to be posting either but after the first editing, my muse was speaking a different story. Fun fact: Before this soulmate AU, I had another AU written for you that was not close to even being done and it is already up to 8k. Part of me wants to post that too.

Soulmates may be a dying magic but Steve and Peggy are determined to prove that their bond can outlast even death.

"Steve, darling, you should be asleep. Santa won't stop by if you're not asleep."

Sarah Rogers chuckled to herself as Steve pulled his face away from the window, sheepish about having been caught. He snuggled back under the covers, casting one last look at the foggy window before she pulled the curtains closed.

"But I'm not sleepy, Momma," Steve sighed in the over-dramatic reason kids always did, pouting. "Can you tell me about soulmates again? Pleaaase? It always puts me to sleep."

Sarah Rogers chuckles as she combs her son's sweat-soaked hair from his forehead, making sure he is as comfortable as a sick bed-ridden child could be. His cheeks were flushed from the fever, eyes struggling to fight the medicine in his system and stay awake so he could hear a tale he'd heard a hundred and one times before.

Tonight would make for a hundred and two, she guessed.

"Alright, colm beag [little dove]," she sighed, leaning back against the wall. "Humanity is strung together by that invisible red string, fated couples to be bound by their souls. They feel the connection, even if they're unable to see it. They're called-"

"Soulmates!" Steve squeaked, giggling as his mom tickled his neck.

"Very good, Colm Beag - soulmates. Bound together by their heart, fated to be together for reasons only the universe knows and she's not too keen on telling her secrets. She plays a cruel joke, Miss Universe, not making it simple for the bonds to meet and know one another. Some people go their entire lives without finding who's at the end of their string."

"What sorta..." Steve trailed off, yawning loudly and rubbing his face sleepily into his momma's side. "What sorta stuff do they have to do to be bonded?"

Sarah hummed for a minute, listening to Steve's sleepy breathing. She thought he had fallen asleep until she heard his questioning noise, drawing a chuckle from her. "Actions that prove that their souls are compatible, bound to one another. They say that bonding with their mate - an action so incredibly rare, that their bonds can outlast even death."

Thanks for the event, @steggyfanevents!

#Steggy #StevePeggy #Steve x Peggy #Steggymas #Steve Rogers #Peggy Carter #Soulmate AU

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kooktrash · 2 years

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rewriting love ✐ kim taehyung AU

summary | when a mysterious blackout traps you inside the world of a webtoon you certainly believe it’s one big cruel joke.

warnings |12.3K words, alternate universe, male comfort lead! Taehyung, parallel universe, angst, smut, college au, webtoon au, angst, soulmates? Au, cunnilingus, oral sex (f and m), raw sex, missionary, couch sex, soft sex, fantasy, multidimensional au, softie Taehyung, gentle Tae

05.17.22

“Weather forecast show signs of a heavy rainstorm traveling toward Seoul later tonight. Possible signs of a blackout due to the high chance of lightning and thunder. Please remain in doors until our weather advisory feels the storm safe enough to travel in.”

You kicked at the cushion below your feet, the news report cutting short your tv program. Your friend, Jina, was still on the phone, running around in search for her charger in her own apartment, “No! My phone is gonna die and if there’s gonna be a blackout then I desperately need my phone fully charged by midnight.”

You checked the time on your phone, reaching for the end of your charger and connecting it to your phone, “Do you think it’s going to be serious?”

“I don’t know but a new chapter always comes out at midnight and I wait all week long for this so I’m definitely not taking any chances with a dead phone,” she told you as she lifted her wire in glee that she found it, “I need to see if Taehyung finally gets the hint that Yoona likes him! You are reading it right?”

You nodded your head looking down at the small rectangular reflection of yourself on FaceTime and stared at your battery percentage, “Duh. If I didn’t you’d have me dead.”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes when your friend went on a rant on her favorite webtoon at the moment. ‘First Love 101’ is what it’s called. It’s cheesy and stupid and predictable but your best friend was obsessed with it. And since you were her only friend that can bare her nonstop chatter over the webtoon she begged you to read it too so you could talk about it together.

It was a simple story, nothing exciting or new but it was by a famous webcomic artist so it got the buzz. It was about this college guy, Kim Taehyung, who has had a rough upbringing journeying through school, romance, and independence. It was pretty boring and yet when a new chapter came in you couldn’t put your phone down.

Later on when Jia had ended the call to let her phone charge quicker you could hear the storm brewing. It grew louder and harsher with each passing hour closer to midnight. It was dark and the wind was heavily knocking against your windows. The lights went out around 11:00pm and you curled a blanket around yourself on the couch and let the darkness cloud you with your phone screen being the only source of light.

Around midnight, 12:01am to be exact, the newest chapter was released along with a text from Jia threatening to haunt you in your sleep if you didn’t read it so you began immediately.

Another boring filler chapter. The main character, Taehyung, spent most of it dragged along to some Karaoke bar with his best friend where they talked about school and girls and the usual.

Sometime during the chapter, the mix of darkness around you and all the stress from the day had you falling asleep with the phone in your hand. The storm had grown louder, lightning came down harder, and your building was hit on the rooftop. All unknown to you as you entered a deep state of REM.

The morning after the storm, an awful random storm that had come out of the blue kept him up all night. He woke early morning with a huge headache due to drinking the night before and lack of sleep. He shuffled out of his bedroom, eyes still half shut and hair sticking out every which way. He’d stepped out into the brightness of his living room with no energy for the day yet it had all changed rather soon.

The scream he’d let out had not been quiet or manly but he couldn’t help it. You jolted up, or rather down as you fell off the end of your couch. The blanket you’d had over you was wrapped in your legs as you felt around your carpet looking for your phone. Had you fallen asleep on the couch?

“Who the fuck are you?”

You rubbed at your tired eyes jumping slightly in your spot on the floor at the sudden scream that had woken you in the first place. Your eyes widened in shock looking around again taking in your surroundings. This was not your apartment.

“Who are you?” You asked suddenly eerily aware of the man’s presence and the strange apartment. It looked so similar to yours, same layout and everything and yet it wasn’t yours. He held his phone up ready to dial the number for the police at the sight of an intruder. A weird intruder at that.

“I asked you first, you’re in my apartment. Tell me or I call the cops,” he demanded and you caved.

“Wait don’t call the police, I’m Y/n. Hold on,” you stood up abruptly looking around again and taking your phone, “I’m leaving.”

He stood in front of the door, arms and legs spread wide as his bed head fell across his eyes, “Not until you tell me what you’re doing at my house. Are you a stalker? Robber? Drunk girl?”

You listened to him rant going over every worse case scenario possible and yet you still felt like the real problem was worse. He watched the stranger in his house shake their head no and he did the same shooing his hair out of his face as he listened to you ramble, “I don’t know. I don’t know, please let me leave and I swear to god you will never have to see me again.”

“How do I know that? You can be my personal stalker—“

“I don’t even know who you are!”

He was ready to argue again when he stared at the clock hanging above his couch just over your head. He cursed, “Shit. Fine. Go! You already made me late. I better not ever see you here again.”

So you did. The second he gave you enough room to open the door you ran out. You immediately looked at the door number. Unit 25D. Just like yours. Outside the complex looked just the same except the name. The name was different yet so familiar and as you looked around everything was the same yet different.

You texted Jia but your texts and calls didn’t go through, apparently the number was not active. You didn’t have service either [what the fuck?] so you went to the McDonald’s down the block and used free wifi. You checked your socials which didn’t exist so you made a new profile. You searched Jia’s username on everything and it didn’t exist or someone else had it. You tried your parents, same problem.

You didn’t have your wallet or your keys since you’d fallen asleep on your couch and woke somewhere new. All you had was your ID which had been in your phone case. You used Apple Pay to pay for a cab ride to Jia’s address but the building was different and when you asked the office for her room number they claimed no such resident existed in their records.

So your only choice left at the end of the day was to return to the place you’d waken up. Not necessarily your apartment but see if you could recognize enough of your surroundings you might be able to see what happened. You refused to get scared and make this weird dream seem true.

Taehyung was tired and annoyed. His day had started on the wrong foot from the storm to the weirdo to being late. Then he had an exam he completely failed and his best friend Jimin was begging him to go out again.

He’d just gotten off the bus, not even both feet in the pavement when he froze. There you stood, head in hands still dressed in the clothes he’d seen you sleeping in. With a roll of his eyes he couldn’t help himself from speaking, “I thought you said I’d never have to see you again.”

You looked up, unable to stop yourself from rolling your eyes in annoyance. Listen, you’re so fucking confused and you have absolutely no idea where to go and also nothing to say. You sighed, “Listen, I’m sorry, okay? I don’t know what happened and I really wish I could explain it to you but I can’t.”

He opened his mouth to speak but instantly shut it when you continued, “I’ve had a shitty day. I have no one to talk to. I have no where to stay. I’m not even in the building so can you just leave me alone?”

His brows furrowed. Were you crying? Slow and cautious he came to sit down next to you rather awkwardly as he spoke, “If you promise not to kill me in my sleep you can stay at my place for a night.”

He was always a sucker for tears—even in his intruder.

Morning came and went similar to the night before minus the screaming. He’d left to his room immediately after giving you blankets and reheated leftovers and that was the last you saw of him. In the morning his tea kettle jolted you awake and when you checked your surroundings nothing changed.

You wanted to scream, literally scream because nothing made sense. He stood in the kitchen with an awkward smile, “I realized I never gave my name. It might be pointless…”

He scratched the back of his head forcing himself to ignore how stupid this probably was, “I’m Taehyung. Kim Taehyung I mean.”

You gave him half a nod not fully processing what he’d said. And when he did go through you almost laughed. Funny… that’s the exact same name as the main character in ‘First Live 101’.

Well, also he kind of did look like the sketches, and hey the apartment kind of looked like it too—Wait…

You looked back to him as he hurried around the kitchen making himself tea and you took your phone out. Immediately you opened up the webtoon and skimmed through the chapters small things here and there. The clock above where you slept. The mole under his eye. The teacup Pomeranian that had been jumping on you all night.

“Oh shit,” you cursed out loud looking down at your phone. He looked over to you clearing his throat, “So uh, what did you mean last night when you said you had nowhere to stay?”

He was coming closer, hair damp from a shower and mug in his hands. He checked the time, he wouldn’t have class for another hour so maybe he could help you find somewhere to go. He ignored his phone with texts from his friends.

jimin: let’s ditch the lecture and have a longer lunch?

yoona: are we still meeting in the library before lecture? I’ve got something to tell u

When he came close enough to you to see the unlocked phone you’d set down on coffee table. His brows furrowed at the sight of the webcomic and without thinking he picked it up. Before you could react he was scrolling.

Oh god. He looked up at you, then back down, then back up at you, now to the phone, “You’re a freak.” He rose to his feet, “D-did you write this? How do you know all this? H-how… I’m on here. And my parents and Jimin and Yoona a—are you a stalker?”

“No! No! It’s uh, it’s not mine,” you rose to your feet in defense, “I just… I—I can explain but it won’t make sense.”

So he listened and he waited. He listened to every word you said, showed him every chapter in the comic that had been released so far.

“You could’ve broken in! You could’ve been watching—“

“Taehyung please just think! How would I have gotten in if your front door was locked, surely not from the balcony. And how would this know exactly what you’ve said to others, thought, anything. How would I know that if we’ve never met?”

“This isn’t some parallel universe.”

“Is it?”

So you showed him the entire thing, you were limited to just what was offline and when you explained to him everything that was happening it was almost like he’d believed you. He’d grown more sullen as time passed by that he’d missed his first class, no all his classes asking you every possible question to get your story to crack. It never did.

“Fine!” He groaned pointing an angry finger at you, “You can stay for one week. If we don’t find a solution I’m calling the cops for real this time and I’m telling them that a crazy stalker broke into my house. Okay?”

He didn’t go to any of his lectures today, instead he went out for lunch and brought back food. He set it out for you and him on the dining table as you continued to scroll endlessly on his laptop looking for some sort of answer. He place a bowl of rice in front of you, “Eat Y/n, when’s the last time you ate?”

Yesterday afternoon when he gave you those leftovers. You hated how comfortable you felt around him. This was a character you’d grown to love because of your best friend and now he was standing in front of you. From the way the last chapter had ended you could assume Yoona would confess finally and he’d be getting into a happy relationship. Here you were complicating things.

“Nobody has asked where you are?” You asked suddenly reminding him of all the messages in his phone and this time he forced himself to reply.

jimin: way to ditch without me

taehyung: something came up

yoona: hey r u not coming?

yoona: it’s been half an hour did something come up?

taehyung: yeah sorry I couldn’t make it today

taehyung: but what did u wanna talk about?

yoona: I rather talk in person

yoona: can I come over later?

taehyung: yea bring ur backpack maybe we can study :)

“Sorry this is all I could find,” Later Taehyung came back with a t-shirt and sweats. You too then thankful and left to the bathroom where you showered and got cleaned up. Fuck. This was so weird. You shouldn’t be here.

Taehyung stared at his reflection in the entrance mirror. A comic book character? A male lead in a romance novel. That’s a funny joke. The man who can’t pick up hints in a romance novel. Who was supposed to be his love interest? You wouldn’t tell him.

Not that it mattered. That wasn’t the pressing issue. The pressing issue was that he was not a real person. Not to you anyway. He pinched his cheek, he felt real.

His doorbell rang and quickly enough he was answering Yoona, “Come in, sorry its a mess.”

He hurried to pick up your shared trash and led her into the living room. He didn’t hear the shower stop running. Yoona let her backpack slide off her shoulders as she looked around, something felt off. “It’s fine, are you feeling better?”

“Huh?” He asked coming over to join her on the floor, “What do you mean?”

“Well isn’t that why you missed?” She looked to him waiting for a response. You opened the door to the bathroom, undergarments folded into a ball as you let your hair air dry. Yoona’s eyes locked with yours as you looked over to the living room. Taehyung followed her line of sight and rushed to his seat. Shit. He clearly didn’t think things through.

“Y/n! Here let me show you where the hamper is at,” he mentally cursed himself. Why did he tell Yoona she could come over?

You let him lead you to his bedroom, “Taehyung, t-that’s Yoona.”

He nodded still a little taken back by how you knew that, “Yeah. She said she had something she wanted to tell me.”

You stood still despite his hand tugging your wrist to head back out. His brows furrowed, “What?”

“Oh God,” you sighed out. Was she going to confess to him now? No. No. You shouldn’t be here. If Jia finds ou— “Go out there. I’ll wait in here.”

“What? No that’s weird, come on,” he ignored your protests as he tugged you back out. Yoona was twirling his short hair around her index finger when you came back out. Her eyes takes over your wet hair to your work out tee and loose sweats too long to fit you. You were just coming out of the shower and clearly wearing Taehyung’s clothes. What was going on?

“Sorry Yoona this is Y/n,” he looked back at you as you refused to join them on the floor, “She’s uh, she’s a friend of mine.”

“Hi…”

“Hello.”

Taehyung was completely blinded to the sudden tension in his room. Though to be fair his character had been designed to be clueless about Yoona’s feelings for him. Still, you weren’t going stand in the way of it. “So Yoona,” Taehyung began, “You wanted to tell me something?”

Yoona blushed nodding her head as she refused to meet his gaze, “Yes, but it can wait.”

And that was your cue, “I’ve got a call to make if you excuse me.”

Un-fucking-believable, he thought. Once Yoona had gone after their uneventful study time after claiming she’d forgotten what she wanted to tell him he’d retreated to his room. Obviously some time had passed but he hasn’t expected to walk in to you sleeping on his bed! Rolling his eyes he reached for the covers and draped them over you, turning the lights off and taking the couch for himself tonight.

When you awoke it was to the sound of running sink water. You stretched along the length of the most comfortable bed you’d ever laid in and took in your surroundings. Once again you were here. Your eyes squinted under the light peaking in from the bathroom. Taehyung stood at the sink brushing his teeth and washing his face. Suddenly more alert you jolted up accidentally knocking your phone off the nightstand.

He looked over to you as he finished up in the bathroom and came out, “Sorry, I was trying to be as quiet as possible but I’ve gotta get ready for my first lecture.”

“‘S okay,” you pushed your hair behind your ears. Why were you still here? What of your own classes? Your own friends? Your own apartment? Where was it all and why couldn’t you figure out how to leave this place. The mix of homesickness and loneliness came together forcing tears to fall out of your eyes at the thought: what if you were stuck here forever?

He listened closely to the sniffle you’d let out, immediately he came to your side, “Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” His voice was soothing, rich and deep yet tender. He watched as you wiped away at big crocodile tears and he couldn’t help but break at the sight. He hated seeing someone cry and now he’s seen you in tears twice.

“Nothing, sorry,” you cleared your throat looking around, “Am I in your room? Shit sorry, I must have fallen asleep an—“

“Y/n.”

You looked over at him as he brushed a hand over your hair, his eyes bored into yours, “We’re gonna figure out what happened, okay? I promise I will do anything I can to help you get back to your own life, er, story?”

You nodded thanking him for his efforts and he just smiled seeing the redness from crying slowly begin to dissolve. He stood up carefully as he let the hand that had been in your hair drop, “I already missed yesterday so I can’t kiss today. There’s some quarters on the kitchen counter if you wanted to go to the laundromat to wash clothes. I know you don’t have service but if you need to reach me give me your phone, I’ll give you my Instagram.”

When he left so did you. He watched you from the bus stop begging to know where it is you’d go but you said you didn’t know. Only that you couldn’t just sit around and wait for something to happen. In reality you knew where you were headed. The name of the publishing company of the webtoon was somewhere in Seoul. Even if the name would be different maybe the address shall be the same. Maybe you’d find some answers there. There was none though. The building here was a newspaper company with no recollection of any writer here with the same name as the author of the webcomic.

“I can give you the number to a fellow online publicist. It’s a small company but maybe they know what you’re talking about,” the secretary at the front desk had written down a number for you.

Taehyung couldn’t focus. He listened in on his lectures but nothing stuck. He kept looking at his Instagram for any updates from you but there were none. He believed you for some reason and even your socials told him he should. No followers, no posts like your account was new. He was your only follower. He wanted to DM you, ask if you’ve found anything but he didn’t want to rush you. He just wanted to see what you were doing. He’d given his extra key in case you returned to the apartment but he still hadn’t heard anything.

“Taehyung, hello do you not hear me?” Jimin ruffled his hair, or attempted to as they left their last lecture, “Come on, let’s go meet Yoona for dinner.”

“Okay,” he mumbled looking back down at his phone as if it’d get you to give him even the smallest hint of what you were doing. It was strange. You’d broken into his house, maybe, and told him this crazy story that he was forced to believe even a small amount. There was no explanation either for anything else to make sense so he was stuck with this thought.

Jimin paid close attention to the way Taehyung kept looking at his phone, “So Yoona tells me she went over last night. I’ll act like I’m not hurt that I wasn’t invited if you tell me who the chick that slept over was.”

Fuck it. He was going to text you first. He couldn’t keep waiting around. He was a little scared for you. You say everything looked the same but was different. What if you got lost? What if you already went back and he didn’t even get a goodbye? He’s spent two days with you now and he’s maybe ready to go home later and see if you were still there. He began to type before Jimin snatched his phone out of his hands, “Is this her? Let me see her profi—there’s nothing! What did you make her up? Why are you her only follower?”

“Give me!” He snatched his phone back and quickly sent you a private message as he spoke, “She’s a friend.”

thv: how’s everything going?

“What friend?” Jimin rolled his eyes, “I know all of your friends. Plus, Yoona says she had just finished showering and wearing your clothes. And that she’d gone to your room to sleep!”

You replied.

y/nl/n: good !! I got the info for a guy who might be able to help

y/nl/n: I’m gonna go see him soon

Jimin went on, “Are you seeing her? Look, you know I don’t care but I’m just upset that my best friend won’t even tell me when there’s a girl he’s seeing. And what about Yoona?”

“What about Yoona?” Taehyung was already typing a response. Him? What do you mean him? Who’s him? Is this him safe? How do you know him? Who told you?

thv: where I’ll meet u there

“I’ve gotta go,” Taehyung looked at the small cafe he was supposed to be having dinner with his friends at a small cafe near campus. He could see the reflection of his childhood friend in the window. She sat by herself staring down at the menu when his phone dinged.

y/nl/n: nooo it’s ok :) u have already done enough

He clicked his tongue as Jimin shook his head, “No, you’re not going anywhere.” He guided Taehyung, “Yoona was pretty upset last night since she wanted to talk to you and you invited her when you had some girl over.”

He wanted to object but couldn’t. You’d already said he didn’t need to go even if he really wanted to. And yes maybe he shouldn’t let Yoona come over when you were there but to be fair he didn’t understand why it was such a big deal. What did Yoona have to say that’s so damn important?

“And I’ve got a test to study so for now I’ll leave you two to it!” And with a final shove Taehyung stumbled inside with Jimin’s push and the bell above the door rang and Yoona saw him. He quickly responded to you and with a sigh joined his friend.

thv: r u sure? pls text me if anything happens

“Tae! Where’s Jimin going?” Yoona had asked despite already knowing. It was her who sent him off anyway. Still, Taehyung slid into the seat across from her not pulling his gaze away from his phone, “He said he has a test.”

He waited for your reply but it never came. He forced himself to listen to what Yoona had to say. It was a whole lot of nothing, unable to hold his attention with small talk. He’s heard it all before. Of course he has. He’s been friends with her since they were in preschool. They know everything about each other’s. He knows what scares her at night and what kind of cookies she likes. He knows how she is after a heartbreak and when she’s mad.

The same could be said about her knowledge on him. She knows what makes him sad and annoyed. She knows the kind of girls that throw themselves at him and how he’s too blind to see it. She assumes that’s what you are. Some random girl he’d gone to for some affection and she hated it. She was right here. Right in front of him and he couldn’t see it.

And yet she let him leave without telling him the truth. He was so distant during dinner that she couldn’t even bring it in herself to confess when his mind was clearly elsewhere. She’d have to hide her time like she’d done in high school with his one other girlfriend.

He was out the door faster than the waitress back with their receipts. He went straight to his place—well not exactly, he stopped at the store and found some things you might enjoy. Just small things like a toothbrush, shampoo, conditioner, your own slippers. He had no clue how long you’d be stuck here and you were so obviously unprepared.

He got back to an empty apartment so he waited. And he waited.

And he waited.

He awoke to a loud thud. You’d tripped over your own two feet when you came through the door early morning before his alarm even went off. He’d fallen asleep on the couch. When had he fallen asleep on the couch? He scared you too when you caught him on the couch. He ran his hand over his face, “W—Did you just get home?”

Home. The word had slid off his tongue and he was too drowsy to notice. You’d forced all thoughts of your home out of your head as you took in his stated. Disheveled hair. Jeans. Backpack at his side and a plastic bag full of things. Had he been waiting up for you?

Shit. You were cautious to come sit next to him, “Yes, sorry. He lived all the way across town and by the time we finished researching it was super late. The last bus wasn’t coming anywhere near this way so I had to find a hotel to sleep at for the night. I meant to let you know but I didn’t want to bother you in case you were bus—“

“You could’ve still at least told me!” He didn’t mean to sound so unnerved, “I’m the only person other than this stranger who knows what’s going on with you and you hadn’t even bothered to tell me if you’d come back. Why didn’t you? You could’ve at least let me know you were safe.”

“I’m sorry,” you let your head fall staring down at your lap, “I should have let you know.”

He sighed sitting on the edge of the couch as he reached for the bag of necessities, “No, no it’s okay. I’m sorry I reacted that way. I just don’t want you to think you have to do this all alone. I know it must difficult so I hope this helps. It’s small but since we don’t know how long you’ll be here…”

You stared down at the bag peeking inside. A loofah, shampoo, conditioner, body wash, toothbrush, house slippers. You smiled, “Thank you. I was actually going to head out and buy some clothes. Can’t keep wearing the same thing.”

He looked down at your once clean clothes clearly worn out by a day or two. He left to his bedroom with another loose t-shirt for you. He told you he didn’t have class today. He only had three today and two were cancelled while one was moved to online. He could work on it whenever so he asked to join you when you went out this time. He told himself he was curious, what was the comic like? He wanted to see it again.

You only went to a couple stores to get the basics and Taehyung only joined you for one. He found the bookstore across the street more interesting than when you left to buy some more undergarments. He joined you again for lunch and you went to some restaurant just a couple blocks down. He couldn’t hold in his laugh as his straw poked his upper lip, “Was I really that clueless?”

You nodded your head laughing alongside him as you waited for your food. You were currently discussing chapter 5, an earlier chapter when Taehyung was in his first year of college. One of his seniors was trying to ask him out for some drinks under the pretense of getting close to her juniors but was so obviously flirting. Taehyung had completely brushed her off only to return home thinking about how he’d dream of a cute girl like her giving him her number. You spoke, “Yes! Sometimes you make me want to throw my phone because of it! All these girls that are into you and you don’t notice a single one!”

He chuckled dryly looking over to you as you combed your hair out of your face. Was he really that blind to a girl’s advances? Did he really not notice a single one of them? Why did he notice you so easily? Since the first morning when he’d woken up to you sleeping on the couch you’d taken majority of the space in his thoughts. First, how crazy of a stalker of you to break in. Then, how crazy you were for saying he lived in a webcomic. Or how he believed you. How he saw you cry and ached for you. And he especially noticed when you never came back last night.

For the first time since this started [only four days ago] had he seriously feared the chance that he really might never see you again. If you poofed into his world out of the blue, who is to say you won’t leave it the same way?

Due to the sudden change of thought he cleared his throat, “Can I see more?” You passed him your phone, his hotspot powering your internet and he let everything load.

With furrowed brows he checked the cover again. It was like someone had draw his face down to the exact placement of his beauty marks. Same with Jimin and Yoona. Apparently there were four supporting character but he’s to meet the other two. The index was a photo of the ‘characters’ as you told him. He was in the middle with a small box of his description.

‘Kim Taehyung | college student | DOB: December 30th | main character’

Your phone dinged in his hold and the notification read clear as day, ‘FIRST LOVE 101 UPDATE’.

“Hey, I thought you said they only update once a week,” Taehyung passed you back your phone as your brows knitted together in confusion. The server came and set your food in front of you and you leaned back on your phone. They updated every Monday, it was Thursday. They shouldn’t be updating right unless this was a special announcement. You quickly clicked on the latest chapter, ‘EP. 36: the mystery girl’.

Yeah okay. Way to be subtle, you thought as you scrolled through it. There was no way. No fucking way.

Your expression had him on edge, he took your phone back and looked down at it himself. If he didn’t believe you yet, now it was certain what you’d been saying was the truth.

It’s everything that’s happened this week. The storm, you in his apartment, except there was one thing that was different. You didn’t talk about him being a webcomic character. Instead you said you were to be his guardian Angel to find a girlfriend.

A what?

He nearly spit his water out as it traveled to the back of his throat clogging his airways and having him on the edge of choking. He scrolled, there was his talk with Yoona and Jimin. Yoona looked different, especially in the scene where you’d just finished a shower. She had these strange marks on her red cheeks when she saw you. Her brows had been furrowed and there was a red cloud around her. Was she jealous? Was that what the drawing was supposed to say? He scrolled again, and again, and again. The comments came next and he read them.

@___: no way! a love triangle?

@___: mystery girl from a parallel universe???? when did this turn into some scifi novel

@___: yoona is jealousss

Your phone slid out of his grasp hitting the table with a smack. He cursed apologizing profusely as he passed it back to you after close inspection that it was okay. He sank into his chair when you’d said it was fine and huffed, “So it’s true then? I really am�� some cartoon?”

Without thinking you reached for his hand over the table. He couldn’t stop his chest from tightening at the gesture as his lips parted with a light gasp. Your hand was over his, holding onto him as your eyes stared into his. He let his hand move a little only enough room to turn in your hold and squeeze your hand back. You smiled warmly, “No. I think we both know you aren’t a cartoon. I think… I—I haven’t told you what I learned yesterday.”

You aimed for a distraction. You didn’t want him to think about his current situation. He smiled warily, “What’d you learn?” His thumb ran over the expanse of where your index and thumb knuckles met. You weren’t pulling away and neither was he.

“Well, it was this man named Kim Namjoon,” you started off already digging in to your food as you explained, “He’s apparently some sort of theorist of sorts. He has strong beliefs in multiple universes and uses a lot of astrology to base his ideals.”

He nodded his head, not cause he understood but because he wanted you to know he was listening. He poked at his meal with his free hand as you went on, “He was saying that there’s been resesrch linked to signs of a multiverse and ‘Dimension Jumping’. He thinks that’s what happened to me.”

“Something with the storm and the lightning creating electrical currents strong enough to open a portal and something to do with quantum physics that I cannot explain,” you kept going not slowing down to see if he was following, “He thinks that it has something to deal with the apartment. He says it’s closest to some satellite tower and has a lot of energy around it. The energy pulls in the electrical currents from the storm and forces a portal from my world to yours. You say it was raining for you to on Monday so maybe that is why it pulled me through. We both had a very similar experience with weather in a very similar apartment with an almost exact location to the other. If this is some sort of alternate reality than it is very possible that you are not just a cartoon.”

“Okay, so if I’m not actually some sketch, how does this comic exist? How did this new chapter just come out with everything we have gone through?” He pressed feeling you tug your arm back. He let you even if he was reluctant to do so. You clasped your hands together and leaned toward him like this was some sort of secret. It was.

“He thinks there isn’t an actual author for the webcomic. He thinks, it’s a way to connect my world to yours the same way you might watch a movie or dream of a new place. The universe has so many different realities and it only has a limited amount of ways to connect us all together. Similar to the Mandela Effect, a false memory—or well false reality. Maybe in this world there’s a connection to mine too,” you explained, “Probably not to me but maybe one of the books you’ve read has been about someone from my world who others believed had been from here.”

You clicked your tongue suddenly disheartened, “He thinks my best bet is waiting for another blackout. A heavy storm that can power off enough electricity to only focus its energy on any sort of technology if in the right placement. He says that there’s a chance that won’t work but if I do everything the exact same way there’s a chance I might be able to go home. Except I have to wait until another storm.”

“That could be weeks from now.”

“I know,” you sighed looking down again, “But if his theory is right than time might not even be affected the same way. A week here might be an hour there. A day there can be five minutes here. We’re not sure that time follows the same rules.”

And as crazy as it sounded it made sense. You hated that it made sense. You were still convinced this was all a dream but you’d hate for Taehyung to only exist in your head. You liked him. Not in that way but you definitely had a new appreciation for his character—his personality you mean.

Honestly, it was also the only thing that could explain everything too. With as much as you feared the reality of how large the universe was, you couldn’t brush this feeling of smallness. You really were only a small part of the universe on a small planet of billions and billions of people. A small spec in time—barely.

By the time the weekend rolled around you were starting to get the hang around this version of Seoul. Names were different but places remained the same. You spent Friday roaming around, Taehyung had class so you very obviously had nothing to do. You checked your bank account and funds were running unbelievably low. Since you had no idea how long you’d be trapped here you had to limit your spending. It also meant you couldn’t offer Taehyung much help when he went for groceries.

On Saturday the two of you stayed in watching movies all day. You got to see him smile and laugh, and for once you realized the comic never got his smile right. It was always small and covered yet Taehyung smiled widely with a boxy grin. His voice too, so unexpectedly deep and calming. And even if he never picked up hints he was very attentive to you. It’s like he could read you perfectly and always knew what to say. It was so different than the character that had been drawn out. You almost forgot you only knew of him what you read.

You almost imagined you two being an ordinary duo from opposite genders just trying to hang out, be normal. Almost.

There was someone at his door. They knocked loudly, voices on the other end loud and clear, “Hurry up and open the door Taehyung!”

When he left to open the door you thought long and hard over what you’d learned from this Kim Namjoon. He was as close as you were gonna get to help and you couldn’t just ignore everything he said. You heard the numerous voices coming from the door but you refused to turn. You were thinking about the update. The author always released new episodes at midnight every Monday. This update was during the day on a random Thursday. Clearly it wasn’t the author’s doing but the universe trying to make sense of what went wrong. Maybe you did need to follow along, help Taehyung get the girl or pass the class. It was all you could do till the next storm anyway.

You wondered what Jia thought of the new update. She expected to have Yoona confess to Taehyung but it hasn’t happened yet. Why hasn’t it happened?

That’s right. Taehyung’s been busy helping you. Well shit.

“Now who do we have here?” Jimin was the first to speak and you very obviously didn’t need an introduction from him even though he gave you one, “I’m Jimin, Tae you didn’t say you had company over.”

“This is Y/n,” Taehyung cleared his throat as he rounded the coffee table to sit by you again, “Y/n this is Jimin, and you remember Yoona?”

It was weird for him too. He obviously knew you knew who his friends were. You’d been reading about them for a few months now. You flashed the two a shy smile as they sat on the floor by the table. “So, uh,” Taehyung looked over to you before talking to them again, “What are you guys doing here?”

His glances toward you didn’t go unnoticed by his friends and you were suddenly reminded of how the story is supposed to go. Yoona and Taehyung are supposed to be together. The author has hinted at that for weeks now but since technically there wasn’t an author anymore was that still supposed to happen? You caught sight of Yoona looking at skeptically and you shuffled a little away from Taehyung in your seat. You promised yourself you’d help give him a happy ending like the story was supposed to go.

“What do you mean? It’s a Saturday so obviously we are here to get you to go out with us,” Jimin glanced to Y/n, “Feels like we haven’t hung out that much this week.”

You sunk into your seat pretending to be busy on your phone. Taehyung rolled his eyes, “I think I’ve seen you too much this week.”

“Taetae come on, just a few drinks?” Yoona tilted her head to the side hoping to get him to agree. It always worked, flashing in ice to eyes and batting her lashes. She ignored you sitting right beside him and put her attention on him. He let out a sigh as he slumped back like you, shoulders pressed against each other, he looked over to you, “Do you want to?”

Yoona opened her mouth to speak but Jimin nudged her under the table. Jimin has tried everything in his power to help his best friends get together and yet here you were, some new stranger taking Taehyung away from them. He didn’t like it either. The three had been inseparable for so long and he didn’t like that the first sign of someone new Taehyung starts to drift away. You looked back to him, “I don’t have anything to wear.”

Shit. Duh. Of course he knew that. He was ready to tell his friends no when you spoke, “You go ahead and go… I’ll probably just head out.”

Head out? He thought, brows knitting together in confusion and he wanted to ask you where. He’s confused. Where were you gonna go? It was late, already dark out, so

What were you even thinking? You’re not going out right now. He stood up, “Can I talk to you for a minute?” Without waiting for a response he took your hand in his helping you out of your seat and leading you into the privacy of the kitchen hidden behind a half wall so his friends couldn’t see or hear him.

“What do you mean you’ll head out? Where would even go?” He asked feeling the warmth of your hand begin to slip out of his grasp and it took everything in him to not reach back and hold you again. He was whispering again, “I won’t go out. I’ll stay with you if we can’t go together.”

You shook your head taking a step back when he took one forward, it confused him. Was he crossing a line or something? He watched as your lower lip was tugged between you teeth biting down on the subtle plump flesh, “Taehyung go with them, it’s fine. I’ll find a hotel—“

“But why?” His voice rose just a note higher, “Why do you wanna leave?”

You looked toward the time on the stove, it was already late but you’re sure there were still a lot of places open, “They might get the wrong idea, yknow? Didn’t Yoona see me here the other day too? She might think it’s weird that I’m still staying here…”

“Taehyung!” Jimin’s voice called out, “Come on it’s getting late and the lines will get long. What are we doing?”

“Just give us a minute or go without us!” Taehyung shouted back a little more agitated than before. He looked back to you, “What wrong idea? You are staying here.”

“I know but they might think there’s something between us,” you clarified and he rolled his eyes, “I don’t care.”

He took your hand again and led you back to his friends, “Y/n’s staying with me and she didn’t bring any clothes to go out in so I think we’ll just stay home tonight.”

“Home?” Jimin let his brows knit together trying to understand, he plastered a smile onto his face, “Uh, well, if you don’t wanna go out with us then…”

You took your hand out of Taehyung as you jumped to speak, “No! No! Taehyung if you wanna go out… I can just go out in whatever.”

“Are you sure?” He asked and you just nodded. You took the clothes you had put away in his room and went to get changed. Taehyung came in shortly after as you tried to brush your hair, “Y/n, if you don’t wanna go out we don’t have to. We can stay here an—“

“I want to, plus I would feel bad if you didn’t go with your friends,” you looked at your reflection in the mirror. Ordinary jeans. Ordinary shirt. Ordinary hair. “They’ve missed you.”

So the four of you went out. You tried to ignore the way Taehyung was paying more attention to you than anyone else. He brought you a drink, he kept to your side, he made sure to bring you into the conversation, everything. You didn’t want to think about the butterflies fluttering in your stomach when he reached forward to brush a stray hair out of your face with a smile, gentle and kind.

Yoona watched you two closely. What was going on? Who were you? Why hadn’t Taehyung ever mentioned you before this week? If you really were his friend wouldn’t Yoona know who you are? She knew all his friends. She definitely didn’t know you. And why were you at Taehyung’s again? Is that really why Taehyung’s been sort of distant this week? They’ve always been so close yet the last couple days she’s felt like Taehyung has just brushed her off. She’s tried to confess her feelings for him and now she’s hesitant about it. Did Taehyung like you? He definitely seemed like it and it was driving her crazy.

Who were you to just come out of the blue and take her Taehyung from her?

“So, Yoona, Taehyung tells me you’re a dancer?” He didn’t actually tell you that. You read it, you remember Taehyung going to see her recital in chapter 15. She’d blushed beet red when Taehyung had taken her flowers and she stood between him and Jimin for a picture.

She rolled her eyes when you spoke but a part of her blushed. Taehyung talked to you about her? [No, he didn’t. But she didn’t need to know that]. “Dance?” Taehyung looked over to you again a sudden idea coming to mind, “Y/n come on, let’s go dance.”

And you were gone. Yoona and Jimin watched in confusion as Taehyung tugged you along behind him. His arms wrapped around you and they watched as you two danced together. His hands going down to your waist pulling you closer as you swayed to the beat of the music. He was smiling at you, different than she’d ever seen him smile before and it hurt. Why was he only focused on you?

“Who is she?” Jimin was at Yoona’s side, “I swear I’ve never heard him mention her before and then all of a sudden it’s like she’s all he could focus on.”

“I know,” Yoona sighed, “I don’t get it. I thought we were getting closer.”

Jimin frowned, he pitied Yoona. She was the youngest of the three so growing up Jimin always felt like he and Taehyung were her protectors. They cared about Yoona and Jimin hated seeing her upset. She told him how she loved Taehyung and Jimin had promised to find a way to make her happy. And here you were ruining it.

He loved Yoona but she loved Taehyung, and he cared for her happiness more than his own.

Taehyung poked your sides again smiling whenever you squirmed fighting off a laugh, “Taehyung! Stop!” He held you close not caring about the bodies around him dancing to a song he wasn’t listening to. His hands were around your waist and he was so tempted to just keep you in his arms forever. Never let you go back to your home and keep you for himself.

It scared him a little. How a complete stranger he’d met barely a week ago was suddenly so involved in his life. This week he’d woken to your pretty face almost every day, and he never realized how alone he’d been before you. He knows he’s only known you for a few days but you were together a lot, he thought about you a lot, and he’d never met someone as crazy as you. Everything you’ve told him and he believed it all. He believed you. You were exciting and different. So new to him and he hated how easily he’d fallen for you in such little time.

Without thinking he’d been moving closer, eyes focused on the softness of your lips when you smiled and his eyes fluttered shut. You could feel the change in the air, could see him begin to lean and fuck did you want to kiss him. You seriously did and you hated it. This wasn’t supposed to happen. You weren’t even supposed to exist in the same place and yet here you both were. In such short time had he provided you care when he gained nothing from it. If anything all you’ve done is put a strain on him and his relationships with his closest friends. You could tell by the way they watched your every move.

So because of that, you’d turned your head, his nose and lips brushing against your cheek. He felt his chest cave, heart beat fast and unsteady suddenly aware of what had just happened. You just rejected him. He just… he just tried to kiss you and you didn’t want it. What was wrong with him? What made him do that? What was he thinking? Your hands were on his chest pushing him back just a little, “I think we should get back to your friends.”

He swallowed back the lump in his throat and nodded. Embarrassment seeping through his veins as he cleared his throat forcing himself to move on. It was stupid of him. How could he ever think that could happen? You were different from him. You knew that and he was the idiot he pretended you weren’t. He let his bad thoughts take over, wishing you’d never return home so you could stay with him and it led him to act on impulse. Stupid.

You got home late. You checked the weather app and your eyes widened. You went in search for Taehyung as he pushed the key into his apartment. He wasn’t talking to you, he’s embarrassed he’d do something stupid again and you felt bad. It’s not that you didn’t want to kiss him. Obviously you did but you also couldn’t push the reality of things away. He was not like you. You weren’t like him.

“Taehyung,” your voice was soft and gentle and he hated how hopeful it made him. Like you’d suddenly change your mind and choose to stay with him. Idiot.

“There’s a storm on Monday.”

He went to class on Monday even if he didn’t want to. He wanted to spend the day with you, in case it really was your last day but he couldn’t bring himself to. He thinks it’d hurt too much if he did. Jimin tried talking to him throughout the day but he couldn’t listen.

“What’s wrong with you?” Jimin asked suddenly annoyed by his friend’s behavior. Taehyung spoke, “I think Y/n’s leaving.”

“She’s going back to her place?”

“Yes.”

“Isn’t that a good thing?” Jimin chuckled, “You get your place back, you don’t have to worry. I know she was your friend but you were so different last week. You’re acting like you’ll never see her again.”

He glared at Jimin. He never has felt angry with his friend, ever. But right now he needed him to shut up. He’d never understand. He’d never get how you quite literally changed his entire perspective on his own existence in that short week and opened his eyes.

Everything in his life had been planned, drawn and mapped out. From who his friends were to his childhood, his education, his fucking dreams. And he blindly followed the path, the hurt and stress from his own life was all for entertainment. The universe’s entertainment. He scoffed, “You don’t know anything.”

His voice was bitter. His chair skidded across the floor of the library echoing inside and he was storming off. Angry with Jimin. Angry with you. Angry with his life. Everything.

You were the only thing in his life that hadn’t been planned and you were leaving.

When he came through his front door you were shocked. You rose to your foot, “Taehyung… your home early.”

“I… Y/n,” he stood in front of you, “I’m sorry for the other night when I tried to kiss you. I’m sorry that I did that and that I was mean to you when we first met.”

You shook your head, “No no it’s okay. I’m sorry, I came here and I’ve ruined your week and wasted your time and I’m sorry. This isn’t how it was supposed to go. You were supposed to be with Yoona and she was supposed to confess and I ruined that by being he—“

“I don’t care about Yoona!” He cut you off making you jump, “Just… just let me say what I have to say.”

You nodded embarrassed with yourself. He paced back and forth trying to form the right words in his head. What was he going to tell you? He took a deep breath, “Listen, this last week has been the weirdest, most unbelievable, out of the ordinary shit I’ve ever been through. A stranger was in my house. Told me the craziest fucking story I’d ever heard. Made me believe in things that just didn’t make sense. Multiverses. Webcomics. Psychics…”

You opened your mouth to speak but stopped yourself. “You told me everything that had ever happened in my life, you read it. Read it!” He scoffed, “Some character in a romance novel, me! I’ve only had one girlfriend before and you tried telling me I was in a romance book!”

“I’m sorry…”

He was in front of you again, “For what? I tried to keep in how that made me feel. How I seriously couldn’t comprehend how I… wasn’t real? How I couldn’t make any decisions on my own and that my whole had basically been a story.”

“And it made me think. Was anything in my life really mine? My friends? My apartment, my parents? Or were they all just stuck with me because that’s what the author wrote,” he took a deep breath, “And that made me mad because nothing had ever been up to me. Not the people I was friends with or the sports I played. Nothing.”

“But then you came along, and it was different. You were different,” he scoffed as he vented, finally getting off his chest, “You were exciting and I’d never met anyone like you. You cried in front of me, I just wanted to keep you close, keep you to myself. It was like I had a secret, something that was just mind but I knew it wouldn’t last. It couldn’t. You don’t belong here, I know that. I know that something bad could happen if you don’t return…”

“And it’s like I had never felt what you made me feel. Nothing had ever felt so strange and unsure before. My life was so ordinary, same friends, same things day in and day out but you were just so weird. Everything you said, everything that happened. I’d spend hours looking at myself trying to see what was it about me that wasn’t right. What was me and was the author’s design. I’m supposed to be with Yoona, I got that already when I read the comic. Everything was leading up to it,” he ran his trembling fingers through his hair, “But I don’t care. Why does everything in my life have to be decided? I’ve never felt for Yoona what I have felt for you in just one week!”

“You did this,” he took a step toward you, “You ruined my perfect life and I know I shouldn’t but fuck, I think I love you.”

“Taehyung…”

“I know! I know I shouldn’t,” he sniffled watching the sun begin to set, storm clouds covering the sky in gloom, “But I can’t help it. I might never ever see you again. I might not even remember you but fuck, I really want to. I love you Y/n, I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t. We weren’t made to be together but I am going to miss you so fucking much.”

The corners of his eyes glistened, a tear falling and you could feel the stream of coolness slip from your own too with each tear drop that fell. His heart broke at the sight. He didn’t care if tears fell from his own eyes but instead of how he was clearly upsetting you, “It’s just… you are going to be able to go back and read that comic and see me and I won’t have anything of you to keep. I don’t want to forget you.”

You weren’t thinking about what you were doing when you reached for his face cupping his cheeks, “I love you too. It’s crazy because I’ve only known you for a week but I know I do. And I’m going to miss you like crazy. No one had ever been so considerate of me as you. I don’t want to leave but I’m also scared of what will happen if I don’t go back home. I might never get a chance again.”

“I know,” his forehead rested against yours, a tear of his landing on your cheek, lips brushing against yours when your noses nudged each other’s, “I hate that I don’t want you to leave. I don’t want to let you go but I know that’s me being selfish.”

You looked up at him, the hurt in his eyes that mirrored the ache in your chest. Fuck it. You didn’t care if he was supposed to be with Yoona. You would possibly never see him again after tonight so you couldn’t stop yourself from acting on impulse.

His eyes fluttered shut when your lips touched his again, he tucked a hand under your chin and deepened the kiss. An explosion of electricity coursed through his veins and he was letting his tongue explore your mouth. His hands were on your waist pulling you against him, scared you’d go right at this moment. The storm began, he could hear the cracks of lightning but it didn’t stop him. It was still early. He still had time.

He pulled away to catch his breath, eyes studying every detail in your face. He was desperate. “Can you be mine? My little secret for one more night,” he trailed off, drawing you back into a kiss, poking his tongue at your lips. You let him right in, your tongues dancing with each other as he pushed you back against the couch until you legs hit the cushion falling back. Finally he drew back, the two of you gasping for breath. “I love you”

“I love you too,” you confessed again glancing down and away, a dark crimson blush flushing your face.

Another, more sweet smile crossed Taehyung’s face that you’d grown used to. “Come here,” he pulled you forward, you sat drawn into his kiss when he pulled away to get a good look at you. He wanted to remember everything about you. He pulled on your shirt tugging it over your head and led you back down. He took your sweats off next as he moved down slightly on the bed and pulled away your panties, already darkened with arousal.

His breath hitched feeling the strain in his own pants, “You’re so beautiful ” he let out another low, shaky laugh. You reached for his shirt and he let you pull it off but stopped your hand before it reached his pants. “No, I want to take my time with you, remember everything about you that I can.”

Dipping down further, he spread apart your legs kissing along your hip bone, breathing in your scent tracing every soft curve. You inhaled deeply when he went lower, soft kisses against your hooded clit. He smiled against your skin, tongue sticking out to begin lapping at you, your sweet taste already coating his tongue. “I want to remember everything about you” he hummed as you released a soft moan due to his gentle kisses against your clit.

You were sensitive, the anticipation making the feeling of his ministrations intensify tenfold. “Taehyung!”

Smirking as well as he could while still eating you out, Taehyung confidence was returning to him, relaxing knowing you were in his arms. Moving to suck at your clit momentarily, extracting a whine from you, he stuck his tongue deep into your heat, causing you to shriek as the pleasure spiked.

Head hazy with lust, you were barely able to speak as he went on, switching between deep, penetrating licks, broad strokes across the folds of your sex, and teasing sucks of your clit. More of your slick poured into his mouth, and he was drinking it down like a starved man, driving you to a peak more intense than you had ever felt. This wasn’t your first time and neither was it his but everything felt so new, so sensitive.

As your noises got more and more shrill, less and less words coming out in favor of them, he knew he had you on the brink. Feeling you tremble, whining as he pulled away, causing you to snap back to focus.

He was quick in removing his own pants to show his hard, eager member standing at full attention. “I want you to cum with me,” he jeered, teasingly tracing a finger across your pussy to elicit another gasp.

You huffed, pulling yourself onto your knees and he took your spot on the couch. His hand was stroking his member, hot and heavy in his hands eager to be inside you. You lowered yourself between his legs, letting yourself get as close to his member as possible as his breath hitched. You let his member run along your face licking a stripe against his member even over his hands. He moved his hand away when you took hold of him letting the precum that dribbled out of his slit to coat his member. He bit into his bottom lip when you began to wrap your lips around the head.

Taehyung groaned warmly, as you swirled your tongue around his tip, drawing back to lick up and down his whole length, switching rapidly between long licks, sucking on the tip, and kissing it all over. Your lust had you feverishly worshiping him, getting all manner of grunts and gasps from the man above you, his hand caressed your way. Precum weeped from his tip as you continued your assault, humming at the taste on your tongue.

“Y/n,” his voice was breathless, “Slow down baby, please?” he whined, gripping your hair to yank you away from his cock. “Lay back down…” he begged, easing you back into the couch, “I need to be inside you.”

Shifting forward so his form loomed over you, he pushed hair out of your face as he lined himself up. “Is this okay?” he asked, his eyes softening.

Nodding, you let him spreads your legs further as he made himself comfortable between them. You both giggled and a sudden rush of happiness filled you. He licked at his dry lips leaning down to capture your lips with his before pressing in, moaning together as pleasure like lightning coursed through you both. “Fuck , Y/n, you’re so…warm” he panted, barely able to restrain himself from moving. He’s had one girlfriend before in his life and has slept with a total of three women before but this felt new and exciting to him.

“Taehyung, please move,” you gasped in reply, the fullness unlike anything you had ever felt.

Taehyung began a rough pace from the get-go, slamming into the tightness with vigor, a need to provide you pleasure.

You felt like you might combust, but you didn’t dare to ask him to stop, as that was the absolute last thing you wanted. You were going to miss him so damn much, you just wanted everything he’d give you. His pace was relentless, his hands grasping every part of you he could touch wanting to feel you everywhere.

“I…I don’t want you to leave” he huffed, unable to keep his breath steady with little effort. He bent down, locking lips with yours cutting off your moans. Your arms wrapping around his neck so he couldn’t back off, not that he’d ever dream of it. You were putty in his hands, and you melted into the kiss with a passion sucking on his tongue with a desperation that he met hungrily.

You clenched around him, his rock-hard length put into a vice-like grip as you gasped, “I’m gonna—“ he kissed you deeply, “Let go, please, I want to feel—ngh,” he cut himself off when you tightened again as you started to cum, your orgasm building up like an itch that exploded as he hit that one deep spot that drove you wild again and again. Taehyung pulled back from your kiss to pant out his warning. “Y/n, I’m s-so close, where-”

“Inside!” was all you could say before kissing him again, humming as he groaned into your mouth, hilting himself as his cock pulsed, dumping rope after thick rope of cum into your depths, his load beginning to drip out of you before he was even finished. He’d lifted your hips off the couch just slightly to anchor himself with you until you both came down from your high.

Finally he felt himself struggling to breath and it forced him into breaking your kiss once more so you could both gasp for air. Withdrawing his now flaccid length, he looked down to see a flood of white pour out. “I’m sorry, I didn’t expect—” he panted, flopping onto his side next to her.

“I love you,” you said through gulps of air, the aftershocks of your orgams still running through you.

“I love you,” he repeated kissing the tip of your nose as he yanked on the throw blanket draping it over the both of you. He wrapped his arm around your waist watching the lightning from the storm illuminate your face. He looked up at the clock. 11:34pm.

So close to midnight. So close to losing you. He rested his head on your chest cuddling into your warmth.

“I don’t want to leave you.”

“You have to.” He fought back the lump in his throat as the truth became in front of him, “Just let me hold you until you do.”

It was quiet again. He took his t-shirt to clean up the mess between your legs gently, “Do you believe in soulmates?”

“What?”

“Nevermind it’s stupid,” he shook his own thoughts away. You turned in his hold to face him better. He smiled when you kissed his forehead feeling into your touch. You sighed, “No, tell me. It’s not stupid.”

“It’s just,” he licked his lips nervously letting the loud cracks of thunder and heavy rain cut between his words, “I think you’re my soulmate. I think that the universe brought you here for a reason. It was fate. Had to be. And even if we can’t be together, I think I was supposed to meet you.”

You captured his lips with yours, eyes closing feeling super drowsy. He let you fall asleep in his arms, phone open and on the comic, letting himself sleep with your warmth.

His breath caught in his throat jolting him awake. He was alone, the sun shone brightly in his room. It felt like a big hole was in his chest, empty, a giant void. He could feel himself close to falling apart.

He reached for his phone that lied on a paper, a paper with ink writing on it that he picked up.

‘Please don’t ever forget me :) you are the best thing to ever happen to me. You fell asleep before I wrote this so I wanted to let you know one more time that I love you and that you should check your phone. — love, y/n”

He grabbed his phone, unlocking it and pulling up his tabs finding the most recent app. The camera. He clicked on his camera roll, a tear slipping from his eyes as he stared.

It was a picture. He was asleep in your arms and you had your lips pressed against his forehead. He smiled, salty tear slipping into his mouth.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

You jumped, rolled off the couch and fell on the floor. You squinted at the bright sun feeling around your phone, “Hello?”

“Jesus Christ finally!” Your best friend, Jia, shouted immediately jolting you up, “She finally did it! She finally confessed and Taehyung. That little shit!”

“What?” You rubbed at your eyes taking in the sight of your apartment, suddenly foreign to you.

“You didn’t read it? Go look!”

You went to the app, brows furrowed. No.

You scrolled, it was gone.

The chapter for ‘mysterious girl’ was gone. The one you’d read on the night you went into the comic was gone. It was like you never left. Jia would’ve been worried if you were gone. It was the 18th of May. O5.18.22.

You read quickly. The chapter was ordinary. Yoona met up with Taehyung at his place to study wearing the same clothes you met her in. You weren’t there. She confessed to him and he…

He rejected.

‘I love you Yoona, but not the way you want me to,” A word bubble above Taehyung read, “I have a lot of things to learn about myself. I feel like I don’t even know who I am and I want to take time to choose a life for myself that I can love.”

The chapter ended with an ‘Instagram’ post from Taehyung.

thv: I hope u don’t forget me either

And a note from the anonymous author. No longer anonymous.

‘A letter to the fans of ‘First Love 101’:

I have decided to discontinue the comic, a sad ending for all of the fans but it was something that must be done. This has turned into a story of self discovery and self love. A love that should always come first. And Taehyung is at a point to take his own path and I, as his creator, has no right to continue to control him. Therefore, this is the end.

— Sincerely, the author of ‘First Love 101’, Kim Namjoon.’

::.

DISCLAIMER

none of the pics here are fanart. They’re a filter on prequel called ‘cartoon’ lol

also idk hope this doesn’t flip cuz it was fun to write

but also it probs doesn’t make that much sense lolllll

#kpop #kim taehyung #Taehyung smut #bts #bts smut

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monstersinthecosmos · 3 months

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so idk if you've talked about this before but i was thinking about how some of your sheith fics take place in the same sort of headcanon universe where keith and shiro first got together when shiro was actually kuron and ttsr! majorly diverges from that! i love the flavor of both possibilities LOL but i'm just wondering in what ways this timeline difference changes how you view/choose to portray their relationship in each scenario! and i don't think we'll get that far in ttsr! (I'M SCARED TBF) but just in your mind palace i also wonder how you think it plays out when shiro comes back as a clone! does kuron even know they're a thing? does keith notice any differences in how he acts? IS HE FREAKIER AND MEANER IN BED LOL? sorry i feel like i send you so many asks abouy ttsr! BUT I GENUINELY THINK ABOUT IT EVERY DAY LMAO. literally it's the sacred texts!!!!

Fgkjfdlg OMG I haven’t actually talked about this at length before because a lot of people don’t notice or don’t comment on it and I don't think anyone has ever asked! 😊

(This is going to contain some mild spoilers for my fics but THE CLUES ARE ALL THERE if you’ve read them before! Proceed with caution!)

SO YEAH LIKE. Not ALL of my Sheith fics fit these two timelines but I have a few versions of how Sheith hooked up that all live in harmony in my mind so sometimes I draw on these and it’s fun to play with them by adding more at different points in time or from different points of view.

One of them is STAR EATER timeline which started with Star Eater and includes Zero Hour and another fic called The Alternative that I wrote for a zine but I haven’t posted it on AO3 because tbh the zine process upset me so much that I don’t want to look at it anymore to make it AO3 ready lol.

The other is TONIGHT THE STARS REVOLT timeline which includes TTSR -> Minuit -> and the Femsheith fic as we circle the moon which is FEMSHEITH TTSR. (This is the order they were posted in, but chronologically it would be TTSR -> as we circle the moon -> Minuit).

And like, when I first started writing Sheith fic, I’d just spent like 2 years writing VC fic full time, and for the most part I try to keep all my VC fics in the same timeline. Mostly just for fun! It’s become like a creative challenge to me to like keep continuity between fics or hide Easter eggs. So I had written Star Eater as my first Sheith fic and then when I wrote Zero Hour I just thought it would be fun to keep it in the same timeline the way I do with VC. But idk I feel a lot freer writing Sheith than I do VC so it was also inspiring to branch out and not stick to the same formula every time.

Something about Sheith too is there’s SUCH a wealth of fic in the fandom and we’ve read so many hundreds of versions of them as a couple and how they got together and everything and like, you gotta understand that I have like 100 fic ideas on deck at all times and I know I don’t have time to write all of them, so I tend to like weed out ideas to prioritize and budget time for if I think I can say something interesting and maybe subvert some of the common fandom tropes. So yes sure, Sheith are soulmates, yada yada, but WHAT IF THEY WERE FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS AND IT WAS AWKWARD ! Or WHAT IF SHIRO NEVER MADE A MOVE UNTIL IT WAS KURON DRIVING BECAUSE KURON WAS LESS INHIBITIED? Listen I’m a slut for angst, too, so like. I’m not really good at writing fluff and it’s not my first choice as a reader, either, so I wanna ask, like sure yada yada soulmates but what if it hurt, or what if it was messy? How can we make this dark and fucked up? Lol

So these two premises are like, places I’ve put a lot of thought, and I think a lot about how that affects their relationship long term and what it says about them. And I think they offer a different flavor, so when I have an idea or I’m in a certain mood, sometimes I think “this would be really nice in whichever timeline.” And a few of my fics they hook up after the war, too! So it really depends like what flavor I’m going for that day and how badly I want to traumatize Keith LOL

But for example, like, TTSR was born in my brain as like misc smut prompts but I thought “It would be subversive if they were FWB" because at the time I never saw canonverse fics where they were FWB, I’d only seen it in AUs. And then when I wrote Minuit it was for the prompt party and my prompt was about Keith nursing Shiro to health after he gets his body back, and I WANTED it to be crampy and uncomfortable and awkward, and I WANTED Shiro to feel guilty and self conscious, and so I thought setting it in TTSR timeline would add to it because it adds that element of like, IS THIS TOO INTIMATE? IS IT TOO SERIOUS? It also includes some flashbacks to when Kuron first shows up, and how he and Keith navigated being around each other, but his memory is sort of fuzzy and he’s disoriented.

I REALLY love thinking about the sort of like, dubcon aspects of Keith fucking Kuron, too, because neither of them are truuuuuuuly consenting. Keithisn't fucking the person he thinks he's fucking, and later on Shiro is bound to be kinda violated knowing that his identity was stolen for it. And would Kuron want to fuck Keith if the Galra wasn't telling him to? I also like the idea that Kuron is not a perfect copy, and maybe he’s bolder, maybe he’s more aggressive, etc. So maybe he did make moves that Shiro didn’t, and Shiro comes back and can’t believe what went on while he was gone. In Star Eater universe it’s sex and in TTSR universe it’s the ilu confession. It's quite violating to everyone involved!

And in both universes I’ve tried to float the idea that Keith could tell something was wrong, or different, but he just assumed it was The Trauma ™. Like Shiro comes back a little bit off, he’s getting migraines, and Keith GETS IT. Keith has also (canonically) made Shiro’s safety his own responsibility, so I wonder if he feels so guilty that he fucked up that he’s not going to push on it. In Zero Hour this takes the shape of Keith not wanting to talk about Kuron at all to real Shiro because he feels so fucking embarrassed that he didn’t notice, and in as we circle the moon (s)he’s struggling the entire time trying to figure out if Shiro needs space to get better or if this is going to be the new normal and how tough the love should be.

One of the reasons re: Kuron why I decided I wanted a clean slate after Zero Hour too is that I kind of regretted the way I interpreted the Kuron lore when I wrote Zero Hour; canon is a little bit unclear about how it works and whether or not Kuron is “dead” or gone from the body. I decided afterwards that I liked the idea of them having to share the space and sort of integrating with each other, which is why I wrote it differently in Minuit. In Star Eater timeline, Kuron’s entire personality is basically AI programmed on what the Galra could map of Shiro’s brain, and WITHOUT GETTING INTO JUNK SCIENCE EXCUSES FOR THE WHY, I just thought maybe it might leave sort of “impressions” in the body, which is why Shiro can sense residual, disjointed memories. I imagined these things like imprints or phantom sensation in his brain, perhaps in the vein of epigenetic trauma.

But in TTSR/Minuit timeline, Shiro is in there WITH HIM and it’s a matter of trying to cooperate who’s in the driver’s seat. I haven’t written this further but I imagine that Real Shiro will one day simply become New Shiro which is him and Kuron sort of integrated as one person; this is why I wrote the scene about him dreaming about a cherished childhood memory except that he’s inserted a twin into it. He will learn to share and accept that Kuron has all his same memories and his own soul, whatever that means.

AND TO ANSWER YOUR QUESTIONS LOL SORRY FOR MEANDERING but I do imagine Kuron being freakier and meaner LOL. Is this grounded in canon or am I making excuses to be kinky? Reader’s choice!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I can justify it by, again, asking if the Galra made an imperfect copy. Because like he IS different! The show communicates this to us by the subtle changes to his character design. And I think about like, the Galra designing him and programming him for a purpose, which is GET CLOSE TO THE RED PALADIN, and I wonder how that might push him in areas where Shiro would’ve been more reserved.

And like what might the Galra get wrong about human psychology and American culture? WHAT ARE GALRA MATING RITUALS? As the BIG BADDIES of canon they come off as being aggressors—even Lotor, who believed he was acting for a greater good, was committing atrocities LOL—so how does that change when they try to build a human personality and human intention? WHAT IF IT’S LIKE JURASSIC PARK WHERE THEY PATCH DNA GAPS WITH GALRA SO KURON IS LIKE AN ALPHA OR SOMETHING HAHA. But no really like what if he’s more virile, what if he’s more confident, what if everything he does is based on some soul-crushing subconscious instinct to BE CLOSE TO KEITH at any cost!!!

These ideas take many forms in my mind, which is why I need multiple versions with multiple answers LOL.

But TTSR Kuron knows they’re a thing, because I think the Galra were sort of downloading/studying Shiro’s consciousness through his arm the entire time he was alive, right? So up until the very end he’d have Shiro’s memories. He will know they hooked up, and he will know how Shiro felt about it. In as we circle the moon (s)he breaks the ILU to Keith in the pilot’s log because she thinks she’s dying and her entire soul is crushed that she never saw her relationship with Keith through, not just for the half of her that shares Shiro’s feelings but also the other half that exists solely to get to Keith.

Star Eater Kuron knows that Shiro has been pining for a while and is the one who is brave enough to make a move!

ANYWAY THIS WAS QUITE LONG AND RAMBLING but I hope I answered your questions LOL.

I think TTSR exists as a trilogy in my mind, and I hope that the huge gaps between updates don’t leave anyone DYING because I’m going to follow canon so there's not a huge mystery where it will go. You can also get an idea of where they’re going by stitching clues together from the other fics. I have no idea if or when I’ll find time to WRITE A WHOLE TRILOGY (please just let me finish TTSR first LMFAO) but I always imagined TTSR ending around when Shiro dies, the middle fic being about Kuron, and the third as the post-S7 story that I have to make up myself because I don’t accept S8 LOL.

MAKE OF THAT WHAT YOU WILL but that’s basically the questions I ask about these guys and how it informs where fics go and if I’m in one mood or another or think one timeline or the other will serve a story I want to tell, I’ll set it there!

and OMG don't apologize for sending Sheith asks, I think all this stuff is like bursting at the seams of my brain and I'm always happy to yell about it!!!

#sheith #stuff i wrote #space man meta #ttsr

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myownau · 10 months

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We’re a Family

Summary: part 2 of Alone Tonight. Robin returns from Europe

The Party has one last get together before the baby arrives

And the happy couple have a baby break.

Authors Note: When I wrote ‘Alone Tonight’ I intended for it to be a one shot. But to be embarrassingly honest, I realized after I posted it that I had totally forgotten about Robin! How could I forget about Steve’s platonic soulmate???

So this story was written to rectify that, and then for some reason I just didn’t stooop typing. So please enjoy this part 2! There will almost definitely not be any more parts. The end is wrapped up pretty completely so if there’s ever another part (don’t get your hopes up) it’ll just be a bonus story like the one at the very end. Haha.

The Ao3 link is pinned on page if you’d rather read it there or want to follow the series IF I ever do write more for this universe lol!

I also just want to say THANK YOU SO MUCH for all the positive feedback, the likes, and the reblogs. It means so much to me. I am so grateful to you all. I love this fandom. ❤️

“Are you sure I look okay?” You’re stood by the front door, wearing your favorite casual maternity dress. Bright yellow sunflowers adorning every inch of the soft fabric.

Steve comes out from the kitchen and looks you up and down with the biggest smile on his face. “Baby, stop it, you look gorgeous. It’s taking everything in me not to ravish you right here and now.”

You grab his arms and pull him as close as you can get with your giant baby bump pressed between you. “I’m serious Stevie. I’m so nervous.”

He pulls back and looks into your eyes, cupping your face with both hands, “What is there to be nervous about, Sweetheart? She’s going to love you.”

“But what if she doesn’t? What if she hates me. I know how close you two are, I know you’ll leave me if she doesn’t give me the seal of approval.”

Steve huffs a laugh. He leans in and kisses your nose. Your face scrunches up in a deep frown. “Luckily, you won’t have to worry about that, because she’s. going. to. love. you.” He kisses you softly on the lips, just a sweet bit of reassurance. “Plus, she practically loves you already. She would’ve protested the wedding if she didn’t.”

“Prot- what do you mean?”

“Well, I mean it’s not like I haven’t talked to her the whole time she’s been away. I wrote to her about you like 10 times just in the first week we met. And like you said about approval and all that… I mean we wouldn’t have been engaged, let alone married without her giving the okay.”

You playfully slap him in the arm, “what the heck Steven.”

“Oh come on, not my government name.”

You sigh deeply, “Alright well, I guess I feel a little bit better then.” You think for a moment in silence, “wait, you didn’t tell her about the whole reason we spent the night together did you?”

He grimaces, eyes scrunched up tight, “I mean I didn’t not tell her.”

“Oh my gosh-“ you grab the doorknob and charge out of the front door, “you swore you wouldn’t tell anyone.” You’re whining all the way down to the car, Steve following close behind you.

“I know baby, but Robins not just anybody.” Before you can get in the car he grabs you from behind and pulls you close to his chest. “She’s my platonic soulmate. I pretty much have to tell her everything ever or else one of us will die.”

“Mmm” you purse your lips “that’s a little over dramatic. But. It’s already out there so. As long as she doesn’t like blab to anyone else about it, or brings it up at all really, I think we’ll be okay.”

He kisses the top of your head and let’s go of you so he can open the door for you. The laugh that leaves his mouth is a little uneasy. “Yeah yeah, should be fine.”

—

The diner is fairly empty for a Friday night. You can’t help but smile as you remember the first time Steve brought you here. It was your first official date, just a couple days after what was meant to be a one night stand. He’d called the Byers-Hopper residence asking for you, when Will answered the phone. He’d wiggled his eyebrows at you as he handed you the phone, a little smirk on his face. That very night he’d brought you here and the rest was history.

“What’re you thinking of getting this time?” Steve asked, flipping through the greasy menu.

“Well,” you sighed, rubbing your stomach in wide circles, “Eddie really wants a strawberry milkshake. And a greasy bacon cheese burger. And fries. And mozzarella sticks. And a pickle. And-“

“Geez, sweetheart. Eddie wants a lot tonight huh?” He laughed, patting your leg under the table.

“I’ll be happy when these pregnancy cravings are gone. And when I’m, yanno, not pregnant anymore.”

He looks up at you, concern in his eyes. “I thought you liked being pregnant?”

“I do baby, I do. But once you hit 8 months it’s like. A lot. He’s so heavy, and my crotch hurts like all the time. And I can’t breath. And I feel like my stomachs going to explode sometimes. And Eddie keeps like kicking me… like for real, I thought he broke a rib last week.” You take a deep breath, “it’s just like a lot now, we’re so close to the finish line I’m just ready to evict the tenant yanno?”

“I’m sorry my love,” he kisses your cheek tenderly, “if I could do the last month for you I would.”

“I know you would, handsome. You’re so good to me.” You close the gap between your faces and kiss him deeply. He puts his arm around you to bring you closer to him in the tight booth.

“Gross.” You hear from behind you.

“Robin!” Steve exclaims. You scoot out of the booth as quickly as you can, Steve helping you with a hand on your lower back.

“Um, hi, Robin” you put your hand out to shake hers, “it’s so nice to meet you, I’ve heard so much about you!” Robin slaps your hand out of the way and brings you in for, what would be a crushing hug, if not for your belly.

“Not as much as I’ve heard about you, probably heard way too much about you honestly. But that’s okay because you make Dingus happy and that makes me happy. Seriously, very cool to meet you. Geez you’re huge.” Robin, you learn, is a rambler. Which you instantly love because you can be too. “How far along are you now?”

“8 months. Ready to pop this baby out already.”

“Bet Steve hasn’t been able to keep his hands off of you.” Robin smirks.

“You have no idea” you bit your lip, rubbing your tummy, “thought our sex life was wild before-”

“Gross,” she laughs lightly and clears her throat. “And you’re uh, you’re really naming him Eddie?” She asks, eyes a bit glossy.

“Yeah,” you smile down at your tummy, “Edward William”

“William? After Will?”

“Not- not exactly. Well, I mean yes and no.”

“Oh no, please tell me that’s not because of Billy?” She looks up at Steve who in turn puts his hands up in a defensive position and shrugs.

“Yeah. Well. I mean, I heard what a douche he was but- I’ve also heard about yanno- all the stuff that happened to you guys and- well he saved my sisters life.” You pause and look over at Steve and then back to Robins curious eyes. “I never even would’ve met Jane if not for Billy. And from what it sounds like, this whole town and even the world wouldn’t have made it without Jane so. Domino effect and all that. Felt like- well it felt like he deserved a bit of a tribute too, yanno?”

“Yeah, yeah you’re right.” She pats your arm. When she turns to look at Steve it seems like he can’t take it anymore, he’s bursting at the seems to be close to his platonic soulmate. He moves in on Robin in an instant and swoops her up in his arms, spinning her around in a bear hug. “Missed you, can’t believe you left me all alone for 5 years. Come on and sit. Tell us about Europe.”

“Well it’s not like I left to just travel the world without reason. I was studying abroad!” She scoots into the booth across from you, ”Education and all that.”

“Whatever man, there’s colleges here, you abandoned me but that’s fine. Yanno, whatever, missed my wedding but that’s fine I guess.”

“Shut up” she laughed “at least I’ll be here for the birth of your child. I know that’s most important to you. Six little nuggets.”

“Yeah, that’s true.” He smiles over at you. “Okay, enough about us, let’s hear about all the trouble you got up to.”

“Alright alright fine… so, it’s one of my first nights in Paris and as I’m walking by this cafe I notice this girl staring at me from the balcony-“

—

Jonathan and Nancy’s house was the new hub for the Party. With everyone having moved out of their respective childhood homes, and some having moved out of Hawkins completely. It made sense that their house was the best meeting place, when everyone was back in town.

Plus, it was bigger than yours and Steve’s small 2 bedroom starter home. Not that you didn’t have the money for something bigger. You were a renowned artist in Indiana at this point, selling several Photobooks and even having gallery events every couple of years where large canvases of your photos were sold to the elite of the state and elsewhere. You two were just, saving up. Steve really did want 6 little nuggets. And you were happy to have them, but you both wanted to make sure your future home was large enough to house such a large brood.

The Byers home was fairly large, not too big but the living room was definitely sizable. Looking around the Party, you think they might have purchased this particular house with them in mind. It was unbelievably sweet how close everyone was, it made you feel so warm. Especially to see how welcoming they had been of you too.

In fact, this whole gathering was technically, for you. Well, for you and Steve and the birth of your son. One last movie night before babysitters and extra planning would have to be involved. As well as the fact that Dustin and Suzie had flown in from Utah, specifically to be here for when Eddie arrived. Everyone was here, and that meant party time.

Nancy was pattering about the kitchen, emptying bags of popcorn into several large bowls. You waddled in behind her, gripping the counter for some extra support. “Hey Nance, can I help you with anything?”

She looked up at you and smiled, “No no, y/n, I’ve got it!”

You pull out a stool from the island in the center of the large kitchen and climb onto it. Struggling a little bit, your balance off and swollen ankles doing you no favors. “Alright I guess I’ll just sit here then, and watch you, while my hands do nothing.”

She laughs, rolling her eyes “Alright fine, here, you can put all the candy into these individual bowls.” Bringing over two brown paper bags full of candy and a stack of small bowls.

“Good grief, it’s like we’re feeding an army of small children.”

“We pretty much are,” she sighs as the timer goes off on the oven. She puts her oven mitts on and grabs the tray of chicken nuggets. Plopping them on the stove top.

“So,” you grab the first bag of candy and start pouring it into the porcelain bowl “Did you think Steve would be the first in the Party to have kids?”

“Yes. We all knew he would actually.”

“Oh? Even when he was single though? I mean, Dustin and Suzie were married first, then you and Jonathan and then Max and Lucas, and then me and Steve… were last, so far anyway.”

“Well that’s true” Nancy starts, grabbing her spatula and transferring the nuggets onto a serving platter. “But Steve’s the only one in the Party who just wholeheartedly couldn’t wait to be a parent.”

You’re smiling down at the bowls of candy in front of you. “He’s going to be an amazing father.”

“He is,” she agrees. “He was a great older brother to these kids growing up. You should’ve seen him. Especially with Dustin.”

“I wish I would’ve been around then. Hearing your stories, seeing the closeness between everyone. It’s so beautiful.” Your eyes well up with tears “You’re like a family, but like more than that even. I feel so blessed to even be allowed in.”

“Oh y/n are you okay?” Nancy rushes around the island over to your stool. She rubs your back as you start to cry.

“I’m fine I promise,” your chest heaving “it’s the hormones I swear.”

“You are our family y/n. And we are so happy to have you. You make Steve so happy, and you’re giving him a gift that he’s always wished for. If anyone’s blessed, it’s us.” She grabs your hands and helps you down off the stool, “why don’t you go to the bathroom and get cleaned up and I’ll meet you out in the living room with all the food okay?” You nod, realizing your mascara must’ve been running down your face.

—

The half bath is right across the hall from the living room. You could hear everyone chatting, laughing and catching up as you wipe your cheeks free of the dark streaks of watered down mascara. You’re not trying to eavesdrop, but with nothing else to focus on you end up listening in on Steve, Robin, and Jonathan’s conversation. Especially when it becomes clear they’re talking about you.

“Wait so how did you two meet again?” Robin asks.

“In the second semester of my first year, she was in my Lighting and Exposure class. We had to do a project with a partner and she just walked up to me and asked if I wanted to work with her.” Jonathan said with a nervous tremor. “I was a little hesitant at first but she wouldn’t really take no for an answer and I didn’t know anyone in the class so.”

“She is a stubborn one isn’t she?” Steve laughed.

“Yeah” Jon mused.

“And just like that you were friends?” Robin seemed a little skeptical that that was the end of the story.

“I mean yeah, we worked on the project together and learned we had a lot in common so we started hanging out more. Introduced her to Argyle after a while and yeah… we were inseparable after that I guess.”

Steve stayed quiet, you knew he was the jealous type. Like an excitable guard dog. Thankfully he wasn’t one to growl until it seemed like there truly was an intruder but the silence meant he was watching. Waiting. Protective of his little family.

He’d never been jealous of your friendship with Jonathan, even knowing how you used to feel about him. He knew you and Jonathan were still close. He seemed very secure in your relationship. But hearing about the time before him seemed to make him uncomfortable.

“So what about that semester when you and Nancy were broken up? You never thought about, like asking y/n out? Or were you never attracted to her that way?”

You almost burst out of the bathroom with that line of questioning. What the hell was Robin trying to do? But you were curious too, so you stayed as quiet as you could in the bathroom, ear practically pressed flush with the door.

“Uh” Jonathan coughed, “I guess I just always saw her as more of a sister.” Oh that stung.

“Damn. Poor girl never even had a chance with you.”

You froze. All the blood leaving your face.

“What do you mean? Never had a chan- she never, wait, did she say something-“

“Damnit Robin.” Steve sighed heavily.

Their voices seemed to fade, like Steve was dragging her away. “I said too much again, didn't I? I’m so sorry Steve, please don’t tell her. Oh my-“

—

You flushed the toilet and washed your hands, having spent too much time in the bathroom now to have just been wiping your face, or even just peeing. You were mortified. But you had to go out there like nothing was wrong, like you didn’t hear your husband's best friend expose you to your best friend.

You exited the bathroom to find everyone sitting down on the couches and piles of pillows on the floor. Steve was sitting near the center of the main sofa, Robin on one side and an empty spot for you on the other. You waddled over to the couch and slowly lowered yourself into the open seat. Exhaling in relief when he pulled your aching feet into his lap to rub them.

“Whiiiipped” Dustin whispered from the floor. Suzie slapped him hard in the chest “ow. Sorry geez.”

“I think it’s sweet Dusty, you’re not going to rub my feet when they start to swell?”

“Of course I will honey. I’ll do whatever you need to be comfortable.” He kisses her on the cheek.

“Now who’s whipped,” Steve mumbles.

You look down at the couple, confusion written on your face. You’re not sure if they realize what they have just confessed. “Suzie, are you..?”

She smiles wide and just nods. The whole room goes nuts with excitement and congratulations.

“That’s amazing Suz I’m so happy for you! Looks like we won't be the only parents in the Party for long.” You nudge Steve with your shoulder. He looks like he’s about to burst into tears. His first child, his little brother, about to be a parent himself. He couldn’t be more proud.

“Who's next?” You ask, looking around the room.

“Probably you again.” Mike laughs.

“Let me have this one first before even thinking about the next one Mike. Geez. Give my uterus a break.” You huff, “but damned if I don’t agree, it’s going to be me or Suzie again. Or there will be a long break and it’ll be Nancy.”

“That would be a very long break” she chuckles, “Jonathan and I agreed, no kids until I’m further in my career. Probably will be a long long time.”

“Whenever you’re ready! Don’t let anyone push you to have them sooner.”

“Did Steve push you to have one so soon?” Max asked, curiosity getting the better of her.

A devious smile creeped up your lips, “oh I didn’t have a choice, but it wasn’t because he pushed me into it, it’s because of his massive d-“

“PLEASE,” Will called out from beside Mike, “not again. I beg you. We’ve heard enough about Steve’s” he gestured wildly with his hands “stuff.”

You can’t help but laugh, Steve joining in, squeezing your ankle in the process. “I’m just joking. We made the choice together as a couple. We were just ready,” you look up into Steve’s warm loving eyes, “Steve’s always been ready, you all know that. So he waited patiently for me. But it didn’t take too long, obviously. I just couldn’t wait to have a little Steve running around.” He kisses you softly when you finish.

—

When the second movie ends, everyone gets up and stretches their legs. Some rushing to the bathroom, some grabbing the bowls of popcorn and candy, others cleaning up the trash. You’re still sitting on the couch, perks of being weighed down by a tiny human, when Jonathan approaches.

He rubs the back of his neck, tremor in his voice as he says, “Hey y/n so I’ve got a project I’ve been working on, I’d like to show you now if that’s okay?”

“Sure,” you smile and offer both your hands to him “but you’ll have to get me up first.”

He grabs your hands and yanks you up out of the soft sofa. “When are you due again? Feel like you’ve been pregnant forever.”

“Me too. Due date is a week from now but the doctor said it could be any day now.” He leads you up the stairs to the second floor where he’s converted one of the spare bedrooms into his own little darkroom.

The window in the room is completely blacked out. Covered by a piece of plywood painted black. No light getting through, it’s perfectly snug. He flips on a light and the red bulb flickers to life in the middle of the room. You waddle in, taking in the scenery as your eyes adjust to the darkness. He shuts the door behind you. In the dark it’s almost impossible to see where he is. The red light not much help.

“This is amazing Jonathan. Now we won’t have to drag everything to and from the Arts center anymore.”

“Yeah,” he huffs a laugh “I figured that would be a lot more difficult now, with the baby and everything.”

“You.. didn’t do this for me… did you?”

“No, well” he takes a deep breath, “not just for you. I did it for us.”

“Oh”

“Not like that,” he rubs his hand across his face, “I mean like, shit. I just meant that I knew you’d have a hard time dragging a baby to the Arts center and well, I wouldn’t want to go without you and knowing that you weren’t there because you couldn’t go. Not because you didn’t want to be there. And you’re my best friend and I want you to be happy. I want to be able to still see you and do the thing we love, together.”

“Jonathan,” you find him in the darkness, giving his arm a squeeze “that’s so sweet. Thank you. This means a lot.”

“Of course.” He clears his throat, “I did uh, I did want to ask you about something though.”

Your heart drops to your stomach. You knew what he was going to ask about. You’d hoped maybe he’d just forget about it though. “Sure” you whisper.

“I was talking to Robin earlier and she said something that confused me.”

“Sounds like Robin” a nervous giggle choking out of you. You cough awkwardly into your fist and wait. Leaning on the table next to you.

Jonathan mimics you in the dark, leaning his hip against the table and placing his hand flat against it. “You never like, had a thing for me…did you?”

You breathed out a heavy sigh. Weighing the pros and cons in your head. If you lied to him you would always have this pressure on your chest. You never lied to him, he was the closest person to you, after Steve of course. But would it ruin your friendship if you told him the truth?

You knew there wasn’t really a point in weighing your options. There was only one really choice here. You were always going to be honest with him. “Yeah. Yeah I did have a thing for you. Of course I did.” Your laugh was breathy, full of nerves. You weren’t ready to lose your best friend. Your family.

“Why didn’t you ever say anything?” He inched his fingers towards yours on the table. Barely brushing against your fingertips.

“Well, I thought I was dropping hints there for a while but you never really picked up on them I guess? And then you and Nancy got back together so I just decided that you know. It doesn’t matter now.”

“Dropping hints? Y/n I’ve never known you to drop hints. You usually just say whatever you’re thinking. Bold and stubborn and loud.”

“Those don’t sound like compliments.”

“Trust me,” he slipped his hand over yours and squeezed. “They are.” He laughed a little under his breath, “I can’t believe you used to like me.”

“Jonathan” your chest was tight, “I didn’t just used to like you. I was in love with you.”

“You, you loved me?” He sounded so taken off guard. Like he didn't even think for a second that was a possibility.

“I did. Well, I still love you of course. Im just not IN love with you anymore. But it doesn’t matter now. And honestly, I’m so glad things turned out the way they did. You and Nancy are perfect for each other. And if it wasn’t for your wedding I never would have met the love of my life. And I wouldn’t be having this baby. And I wouldn’t take any of it back.” You took in a deep shuddering breath, “everything worked out exactly the way it was supposed to.”

He squeezed your hand again and let go, “You’re right. I wouldn’t change anything either. But I do wish I would’ve known. Maybe I could’ve made things easier on you. Pulled back on the PDA or something. Or maybe even introduced you to Steve sooner.”

“There’s no telling if I’d be with Steve now if I’d met him sooner. We only went home together because we were both sad about the people we loved getting married…”

“Oh come on y/n” you heard a voice muffled from outside the door.

“Shit. Pretend I didn’t say that. Please please forget I said that.” You yelled back at Jonathan as you ran to leave through the dark room door.

“You heard everything huh” you said as you met Steve in the hallway.

“Yeah.” He looked down at his shoes. “Didn’t mean to eavesdrop or anything. Just came up to see if you were ready to go.”

“I’m sorry I spilled your secret. I was only trying to explain my side. Didn’t mean to throw you under the bus with me.”

He looked down at you, hand coming to your cheek, forehead pressing to yours. “It’s okay sweetheart. You said some really pretty things in there. And I want you to know that, I wouldn’t change a thing either.” He kisses you gently.

“I love you so much baby.” You whisper against his mouth.

“I love you too. More than anything.”

—

Edward William Harrington was born 2 days later. Ten fingers and ten toes. A full head of hair, thanks Steve. So so tiny. The most beautiful little thing you had ever laid eyes on.

Steve sat close next to you on the hospital bed, holding little Eddie in his arms. He hadn’t stopped silently crying since you’d handed the bundle over to him. You’d never seen the man happier than in this moment. “He’s perfect.” Steve whispered.

“He really is.”

“I should call my parents.”

Your face scrunched up, “I guess you should. You called Joyce and Hopper already right?”

“Yeah, yeah they’re in the waiting room. I’ll go get them, just- just want a few more minutes to admire our little guy before the chaos.”

“Okay, big boy. Take all the time you need.”

He leans down and kisses your forehead. “I’m just overwhelmed,” he takes a shuddering breath, laughing on the exhale “Didn’t think it was possible to be this happy.”

“Me either.” Your cheeks hurt from how hard you’re smiling, “Feels like a dream. Well, all this with you and the baby I mean. My vagina does not feel like a dream. It feels very much real.”

—

When Mr. and Mrs. Harrington arrive, you have your best fake smile plastered across your face. You hadn’t seen them since the baby shower and you didn’t want to see them now. But keeping up appearances was the Harrington way.

“Would you look at that.” Mrs. Harrington said, voice low as she walked over to the bed. “He is gorgeous.”

“He is isnt he?” Your rocking him lightly in the crook of your elbow. Watching as he sucks on his own lip.

“How was the labor?” She asked. And you looked straight up to Steve. His face instantly fell into a grimace. Knowing she’d walked right into this one.

You look up at her and smile, “well, it wasn’t too bad actually. Steve’s cock is roughly the size of a newborn baby so Eddie just kinda slipped right out.”

She snapped her head to look at Steve, anger written all over her face, “why do you let her talk to me this way?”

Steve pinched the bridge of his nose, hand on his hip. “I don’t control my wife, mom, she’s her own person. I don’t ‘let’ her do anything. She has free will.” He pauses and sighs, “and you did call her a whore at our baby shower.. so.”

“Well I don’t like her foul mouth.”

“Okay mom, well, it’s either put up with it or never see your grandson. What’ll it be?”

You smiled at her, all teeth when she looked back at you. “Fine.” she said through gritted teeth.

“I’ll try to clean up my mouth Mama Harrington. As long as you promise to be a good and kind grandparent, and remember your place. I am Eddie’s mother. I make the choices in how to raise him, as well as Steve. Not you.”

—

After your in-laws left, Steve put your sleeping baby boy in his little bassinet and sat back on the bed with you again. Kissing your hair and rubbing your shoulders. “I couldn’t have asked for a better husband.” You look up at him as he leans in to kiss you gently. “You’re always standing up for me. Even when I say the most disgusting things to your parents.”

“Well. I mean they deserve it.”

“I know, and that’s why I do it. A little payback for being such shitty parents to you.”

“I’m honestly so grateful for it. I’ve never had someone care for me the way you do. Can’t believe how lucky I got with you.”

“You’re gunna get lucky with me. Soon as that 6 week mark hits. Gunna get lucky with me a lot.”

Steve laughs, squeezing your shoulder “Oh I know it baby, Im looking forward to it.”

“This is going to be the longest time we’ve gone without having sex.”

“Mmhm, it’s gunna be hard to keep my hands off of my sexy wife.”

“Don’t worry big boy, I’ll still blow you.” You bite your lip as you slide your hand up his thigh. “We can’t have penetrative sex but no one said anything about me giving you oral.”

Steve swallows hard, “Shit sweetheart, that mouth is always trying to get me in trouble.”

“So you’re saying yes to the blow job?”

“Oh no no, baby I honestly think we’re going to be too tired to even think about all that once we get home,” He places his hand on your cheek and pulls your face to look up at him, “and I'm honestly not interested in any of that unless you’re also receiving.”

“Mm my sweet selfless man.”

“Well it’s not completely selfless, I get off to you getting off.”

“Ugh fuck, I’m going to drop this conversation right here. My crotch hurts too much to think of mutual gratification.”

Steve kisses you softly on the tip of your nose, “I know my love, get some rest okay?” He gets off the bed gently and sits in the recliner next to the bassinet, “might as well get some sleep while he’s sleeping.”

—

2 months later

Raising a newborn as sweet and quiet as Eddie was a joy. A blessing. A surprise to say the least. Motherhood came easy to you and fatherhood even easier to Steve. He was your whole world. But because of this, you and Steve had not had a second to yourselves.

“I swear Nancy, every single time I try and touch Steve in any way, Eddie starts crying. And I’m not complaining about taking care of my sweet little bundle of joy. He’s so easy to care for, but his timing is crazy.” You let out a deep sigh, hugging the phone closer to your ear “last night, I cuddled up against Steve not 5 minutes after laying Eddie down in his bassinet, and I’m thinking okay, okay here we go. I’m not kidding okay, the moment- the very second I kiss his neck, Eddie starts wailing. It’s like he has a little alarm in his brain for when mommy and daddy want to love on each other.”

Nancy laughs, “That does sound like a rather unfortunate dilemma.”

“It is, it really is. I was given the okay to resume marital activities two weeks ago and the farthest we’ve gone is kissing, no tongue, and a thigh grip.”

“A thigh grip? Who gripped who?”

“It was me, gripping myself because I’m deprived, but Eddie wouldn’t let me have that either.” You whine.

“How about you and Steve drop Eddie off here this weekend. Jon and I would love to watch that beautiful little angel baby.”

“Wait, are you sure? Oh Nancy, thank you. Please, yes.”

“Absolutely. We could use some practice anyway right?”

“Well you are welcome to practice with all of the kids we have until you have your own. Seriously, thank you.”

—

You’re staring down at your sweet little boy as you walk up the Byers residence. Admiring his thick brown hair, large dark eyes, and sweet little button nose. He’s looking up at you from the crook of your elbow and cooing.

The closer you get to the door, the more anxious you start to feel. You’ve never been away from Eddie for longer than 30 minutes, and that was just to shower. He was always in the same room as you, or one room over.

“Are you okay, baby?” Steve asks as you reach the door. He puts his hand on the small of your back.

You feel a tear slip down your cheek, “Yeah, yeah I’m just- I’ve never been away from him. I’m scared to leave him. What if something happens while we’re away and he gets hurt or sick and I won’t be there to take care of him.”

“Oh honey,” he wipes the tear from your cheek and pulls your head to lean on his shoulder, little Eddie cooing between you. “He will be perfectly fine. Nancy and Jon are going to take such good care of him. I trust them with my life, I know they will do everything in their power to keep our boy safe. I know they will.”

You nod, sniffling lightly. “Okay. You’re right. I know you’re right.”

You reach out and ring the doorbell. In less than 30 seconds Jonathan is there swinging the door open with the dopiest smile you’ve ever seen on him. “Hey!! Let me have him!!” Jon extends his arms out, making grabby hands.

He looks so happy you can’t help but hand the baby right over to him. Just like that the anxious feeling disappears, you know he’s in safe and loving arms.

“Hey Eddie,” Jonathan rocks him gently, “it’s me, Uncle Jonathan. Do you remember me? From the hospital?” Eddie’s little hand grips onto Jonathan’s finger, he squeals and flails his little arms.

“Thank you for doing this Jon,” you pat his arm, moving around him in the doorway to step into the foyer. “It means a lot to us.”

Steve puts the diaper bag down on the entryway table. “This is everything you’ll need. Y/n pumped enough milk for 2 days so you should have plenty. He’s not used to the bottle nipple so it might take a few tries to get him to drink from it. But otherwise, he’s super easy. He just eats and sleeps and does his cute little baby noises right now.”

“If he gives you any trouble, Mom said to just call her and she’ll come right over. I know you won’t though. But maybe just let Mom come over anyway, she’s been coming over like twice a week but I wouldn’t let her this week so she’s probably itching for a visit.”

Jonathan breathes a laugh, “Alright sounds good. Thanks for trusting us guys. We’ve really been looking forward to having this little one in the house.”

Steve squeezes your hip, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you close “alright I think that’s our cue to leave.”

You look down at Eddie in Jonathan’s arms. He’s started to blink slowly, falling asleep as you watch him. “Bye bye my love,” you whisper, leaning down to kiss his forehead, “be good for your uncle.”

When you move out of the way, Steve leans in to kiss him too, smoothing his hair from his forehead with his thumb. When he looks back at you, his eyes are glassy. You grab his hand and squeeze it.

“Have fun you two!” Jonathan calls as you walk out the front door.

Once you're both buckled into the car Steve looks over at you and clears his throat, “So- uh, when did you start calling Joyce mom?”

“Oh well, I guess it started just recently.” You smooth your hands over your soft blue dress. “She’s been a mother figure to me for years now, as you know. But with her coming over all the time now and calling Eddie her first grandchild, well, she is my mom. Yanno? And she is Eddie’s grandma and I don’t know. It just feels right to call her mom.”

Steve reaches out to you, grabbing your hand and squeezing your fingers gently, “That makes me really happy sweetheart.”

—

The hotel room is almost as nice as the room you stayed in for your honeymoon. You’d decided to stay in a hotel rather than going back to the house, because the house would just remind you of Eddie. And that would just lead to missing your baby. This was a little escape. A chance to spend uninterrupted time with your husband.

You're stalking around, checking out the room when Steve sneaks up behind you and wraps you in a bear hug. “It’s so quiet in here” he murmurs into your neck.

“Mmm, it really is. No music, no sweet baby sounds, no creaking rocking chair.”

“It’s just you and me sweetheart.” Steve starts kissing a line down your neck and over your shoulder, pulling the soft neckline of your dress out of the way.

“Yeah? And what do you wanna do with me now that you’ve got me all to yourself?”

He turns you around in his arms so you’re face to face with him, immediately kissing you hard and licking into your mouth without resistance. “Fuck” you moan into his mouth.

“I’m going to make love to you slowly,” he whispers into your mouth, “but not until after I fuck you.”

You let out a pathetic sounding whimper, clenching your thighs at the thought, “Please baby yes, it’s been too long. Want you to ruin me.”

He picks you up by your waist and throws you onto the bed in the middle of the room, crawling over you. His fingertips trail slowly up the length of your thighs, pushing your dress up as he goes. Steve’s eyes are black with desire. He leans up over you and whispers in your ear as he grips your mound in one hand, “I'm gonna make you cum twice on my tongue and then I want you to cum on my cock, understood?”

You feel the slick of your arousal spilling from you. The combination of not having sex in months and Steve’s words have you writhing against his palm. “Yes, Daddy, I understand” you whimper.

“Fuck, good girl.” he moans, “so fucking wet for me already. Can feel you soaking through your little panties.”

“Missed you touching me, Stevie” you mewl, you can’t stop thrusting your hips into his hand “Missed your fingers, and your tongue.” He takes his hand off your clothed cunt and starts to pull your underwear down with two fingers. “Mmm, I miss your gorgeous cock. Seeing you in the shower just isn’t the same. Need you warm inside me.”

He huffs a breathless laugh, biting his lower lip, “You didn’t find me sexy while I helped you and our son bathing in the shower?”

“It was sexy in a different way baby, like in a wow I’m so lucky to have such a loving attentive husband- ah” your sentence is cut off by Steve’s hot mouth on your neck, sucking a biting a bruise on your pulse point, “fuck, mmm this is a very different kind of sexy.”

He licks up the column of your throat to your mouth and hovers just above your kiss swollen lips, “I know baby I’m just teasing you” he smiles, pressing a quick kiss to your waiting lips and sucking your bottom lip into his mouth.

“I don’t know how much teasing I can take, I’m close to bursting. And I know that’s not the teasing you were talking about but fuck you’re doing both right now.”

Steve snorts, “awww my poor little girl needs me huh?” He mocks.

“Yes Daddy I really do” his eyes roll to the back of his head and bucks gently into you involuntarily. “If you’re gunna make me cum twice on your tongue big boy, then you better get started cause I need your cock. I. Need. It. I can’t take anymore build up, I’ll run out of fluid.”

Steve laughs and moves his hand back down to your aching cunt. He runs two fingers through your folds, “You’re so fucking wet” he says, bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean. You arch your back, writhing beneath him.

“Please please I really can’t do teasing right now, I need you.”

“Okay okay” he bites his lip, “so do you want my tongue at all then or do you just want me to fuck you?”

“I want your tongue later, we have all night. I need your cock now. I’m literally creating a puddle, I don’t need any foreplay. Foreplay was the drive over here, the anticipation was foreplay. Let’s go cowboy, put your monster in my cave.”

“Yes ma’am” he leans in to kiss you deeply before getting up off the bed and chucking his pants and boxers off at lightning speed. You rip your comfortable cotton dress off and throw it to the floor.

“Oh fuck there he is,” you moan reaching for Steve with grabby hands.

He crawls over you again, placing himself gently between your open legs, “you miss me? I was only gone for a second.” He says starting a trail of kiss from your clavicle up to your neck.

“You I see you all the time, I missed him” you say reaching down and grabbing his cock, giving it a little stroke. He starts a laugh but it’s strangled, a breathy exhale replacing it. “I haven’t seen him in months.”

Steve sits up suddenly, grabbing your legs by the thighs and pulling you closer to him. Lining himself up with your entrance he smirks up at you, slapping your wet cunt with his member, still teasing. Your hands fly up to his toned biceps, nails digging into his skin, babbling incoherently. You’re lost in desperation, painfully aroused and waiting, begging him to just fuck you already.

He pushes the head of his cock in, ripping an obnoxious moan from you both. And that does it, that pushes the playfulness out of Steve, at last taking his task seriously. He throws your legs over the crook of his arms and leans back over you. Kissing you forcefully before thrusting in all at once. Your scream is muffled by his mouth, tears already welling in your eyes. The onslaught of pleasure is overwhelming. “You okay baby?” He checks in, seeing your tears, “I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“No, no, no it feels so good. You’re so fucking big. Please, please move.”

He starts in a slow rhythm, it definitely feels more like making love than fucking and it’s overwhelming. Steve is looking right into your eyes and you're looking back and it’s like you're staring into each other's souls. Tangled like pretzels in this beautiful hotel room, you’ve never felt so at peace. You place a hand gently on the side of his face, tracing his bottom lip with your thumb. “I love you so much.” You whisper.

He closes his eyes, pressing his forehead to yours “I love you too.” He whispers back between shallow breaths, “luckiest man in the world.”

You giggle at that, “Mm I don’t know about that, but I’ll take it.” You kiss him gently before wiggling your hips a little, meeting his slow thrusts. “I need more big boy, wanna feel more of you.”

He nods, concentration clear on his face as he picks up the pace. Thrusting harder and deeper and quicker. “Like that? Mm?”

“Yesyesyesyes” you whine, throwing your head back against the comforter, eyes squeezed shut. When you look up at him again, he drops one of your legs and places a big hand on your face. Playing with your lips with his thumb until you open wide enough to let him stuff it in your hot wet mouth. You suck on it immediately, knowing what he wants. He curses under his breath and thrusts once harder, your responding moan vibrating through his thumb.

He takes it out of your mouth and reaches down between you to rub quick circles on your clit. “F-Fuck, I’m gunna cum baby, I’m gunna cum.” You cry out.

“Already?” He chuckles.

“It’s been- ahh - it’s been months since anything has” you struggle to form words as your vision starts to blur around the edges. “Since I’ve-“

Steve shushes you gently keeping up the rhythm with his hips and thumb until you're quivering and squeezing him from the inside. A string of expletives escaping between pornagraphic moans, cumming hard on his cock.

“Need a break?” He asks as you come back down to earth, feeling exhausted already from cumming so hard.

“No, I don’t need a break. Keep going, don’t stop.”

“You sure you’re not overstimulated? Give me a color baby.” He punctuates by rocking his hips gently.

“Definitely overstimulated but I like it, green green green.”

“Okay,” smiles, grabbing a milk swollen breast in one hand and kneading it. He lowers his head and sucks your nipple into his mouth. You laugh, watching milk slip past his lips but he just moans as he releases you. “Think your legs will hold you up if you flip over?”

“Only one way to find out.” You say, letting him slip out of you before you roll over and lift your ass in the air.

“Gorgeous,” Steve mumbles to himself before slapping your ass with a flat palm, gripping the fatty flesh with his fingers and shaking it. You let out a little yelp. Your ass fat giggles with the movement. He takes a moment to ogle your weeping core, running a finger through your folds. Your breathing is getting heavier again, needing more, your hole feels so empty without him. You push back on your knees, letting him know you're desperate with using words.

He slides his right hand up your spine, and pushes your front down lower to the mattress. He pushes into you again, slowly this time. And before he’s even all the way in he’s wrapping your hair around his fist and pulling. “This what you wanted? Hm? Wanted me to fuck you like a dirty little slut?” Once he’s buried deep he starts thrusting at a brutal pace.

You’re looking at him upside down from where he’s pulling your hair, tears streaming down your face. “Yes,” you whimper, breathing hard.

He slaps your ass again, harder this time. “Yes what?”

“Yes Daddy.” You cry out. He leans over your back and kisses you bruisingly hard. And you're glad that your child is still an infant because you know you’re going to be covered in bruises when you go home and that would not be fun to explain.

He drags his teeth down your shoulder and bites hard. You can’t help but clench around him at the sensation. He moans openly, diving back into your skin to suck a bruise just under his bite mark. “Gunna mark you up so everyone knows who you belong to.”

His possessiveness brings heat to your face, blushing hard at your husbands words. You’ve been married for years and everyone knows how in love you two are but it still feels so good to hear it. “Yours Stevie. Always. All yours.”

He slows down his brutal pace just a bit, you think he must be getting close. “Gunna fill you up. Fuck my cum into you until your round again. Put another baby in you.”

“Yes. No wait no. Yes.” You’re babbling back. Hoping this is just dirty talk because you’re not ready for another one yet.

He lets go of your hair, reaching under you to rub your still healing belly, “My sexy ass wife.” His hand slowly slips from your stomach to your clit where he starts rubbing in fast tight circles. “Never once stopped being sexy. Want you all the time.”

Oh yeah he’s definitely close. And thankfully so are you. “Are you close, baby? Gunna fill me up?”

“Yeah, yeah, want you to cum first though.” He says, leaning back and aiming his cock straight into your g-spot. It startles a scream out of you. “Is that the spot? Mm?”

You nod quickly. “Ahh- yes yes that’s it I’m so close baby right there fuck fuck fuck.” Your lower belly feels so warm as you feel your orgasm building. You feel so close but also like you’re about to piss yourself, but you don’t care because heck, Steve’s seen worse. You completely let go, losing yourself in the sensation. Your sweaty bodies are working together, wet slapping and sloshing sounds filling the room. You can’t stop the constant onslaught of moaning as he digs his fingernails into your hips, pulling you as hard as he can against him. And suddenly, you feel yourself gushing around him harder than you ever thought possible. A spray of your cum shooting so hard from your core it forces his cock out, soaking the bed and his lower torso.

“Holy shit, holy shit, did you just squirt?” Steve asks, shocked. He pushes back into you, pulling your torso up against his, trying to not slip out with all the your arousal slicking him up. “Fuck baby, that was so hot. That was so fucking hot” he moans in your ear as he comes deep inside your pussy. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I know I said I wouldn’t but fuck that was so hot I had to.”

“It’s okay,” you laugh. He pulls out of you and you turn to kiss him. Your kisses are long and languid. Full of love and awe. “Didn’t know I could do that.”

“Obviously. But now that I know I’m going to keep aiming for it.”

“You better. Felt so good. I’m so tired now though.”

He lays you gently on your back against the pillows. “Sure you’re not ready for another baby? I won’t force it if you’re not ready yet.”

“Doc said I shouldn’t for at least a few more months.. but I think.. if it happens then, it was meant to be. I’m not saying we should start trying again, but if it takes then it takes. I’ve heard it’s harder to get pregnant while breastfeeding so just, don’t get your hopes up okay?”

“Okay, that’s fair. All of it. I love you. I love you and I love our family so much.”

“I love you too baby.” He kisses your nose. “Six little nuggets right?”

“6 little nuggets.” He agrees.

—

They did in fact, get pregnant on this mini vacation. With twins. And in the end, they had 8 little nuggets.

Eddie, Stephanie, Samantha, Robbie, Dustin James, Fernando (yes, after the ABBA song, thanks Steve), Harper Joyce, and Henry… hahaha just kidding.

The last of the bunch was Christina. But they called her Chrissy. She was born on a Friday, with all the love of her family around her. Steve and y/n looked down at her full of the same amount of love and awe they shared at each and every birth. And as they looked into each others eyes, sitting close as they were at the birth of their first born, they agreed that they were done and their family was complete.

“You’re getting a vasectomy, right?”

Steve laughed, kissing your cheek gently, “Yeah, it’s scheduled for Tuesday.”

“That’s great news.” You whimpered, a tear dropping down your face.

“Yeah, it’s going to knock my breeding kink down a notch though.”

“Well, we’ll have a lot of fun pretending at least. You can just cum inside me as much as you want without consequence.”

Steve took a sharp inhale, “you’re right.” He slid off of the bed, tenderly taking Chrissy from your arms and laying her in the bassinet. “I’m just going to pop to the bathroom for a second.”

“Noo not fair. I know what you’re going to do in there. You do this every tiiime. You can’t turn us both on and expect me to not be jealous.”

“Sorry baby,” he smirked, kissing your cheek before heading towards the ensuite toilet. “Your parents said they’ll be here soon with Eddie and the twins so, just think about that.”

“What about Will and Mike? I thought they were going to introduce us to Amara today?”

“Well, Will said he didn’t want to take away from Chrissy. He said he’ll bring her over next week.”

“And what did Mike say?”

He runs a hand through his hair, other hand on his hip, “Mike said and I quote ‘We finally adopt a little girl after trying for 5 years and you’re saying you don’t want to make the birth of their eighth child less special?”

“Classic.” You laugh, “he is kind of right though, Chris won’t remember this, she doesn’t care. But I’m dying to meet their daughter.”

“I said the same thing but, it’s fine we’ll meet her next week. In the meantime I’m going to go take care of business.”

“Yeah yeah. Asshole. I love you.”

“I love you too, y/n.” He said as he closed the door.

—

Bonus side story

Taking place a few weeks after the mini vacay

Jonathan opens the door quickly, wide grin on his face as he takes your extra bags and sets them down on the entryway table. Eddie is sleeping in the car seat and you set him down gently on the floor next to the table.

“Good to see you as always Johnny boy.” You bring him in for a tight hug.

“You as well y/n.” He pats your back gently before pulling away. “Ready to develop some film?”

“You know it! I’ve got some hot pictures and I’ve been itching to see how they turned out. And some cute ones of course of my precious little angel baby.”

Jon rubs the back of his neck nervously, “Hopefully not too hot, don’t know if you’d want me in the room for those.”

“If they’re too hot I’ll send you out of the room, how about that?”

“I guess so” he chuckles.

“Not like you’ve never seen me naked before, remember that time when you, me, and Argyle went on the field trip to Malibu? We all got really high and Argyle dared us to skinny dip in the ocean and-“

“Yes yes shhh” he put his hand over your mouth “Nancy doesn’t know about that.” He whispers.

“Nothing even happened though,” you smirk, slapping his arm “well, not between you and me anyway.” You wink at him, turning on your heels to pick up the car seat and head up the stairs. “Have you heard from Argyle lately? I miss him.”

“Uh yeah, I heard from him a couple weeks ago. Said he finally finished the paper work for the franchise in West Covina… what do you mean nothing happened with us but… did something happen with you and Argyle?”

You stop just before the dark room door, placing Eddie just behind you. “Well, I mean yeah… you had just gotten back together with Nancy and I mean now you know I was kinda in love with you then so I don’t feel bad saying that well… I don’t know, Argyle was a little sad too about that. I mean not that.” You look down at your feet, sweat beading at your neck, “ANYWAY, yeah. After you went back to the hotel room we slept together, on the beach. Not slept but you know. We had sex.”

“Wow. I had no idea you had a one night stand with our college best friend.”

You cough into your hand, “Yeah. Yeah. It wasn’t quite a one night stand. That was the first time though.”

“Y/N…”

“What?? I was lonely and so was he and just kinda found some peace in each others bodies a few times. A lot of times. These words sound like deja vu but the experiences were totally different.”

“Wha.. how many…f-for how long?”

“Jon come on, it’s not a big deal. It was only like maybe 50 or so times in like the span of a month.”

He pinch’s the bridge of his nose, hand on his hip looking like a perfect mimicry of your husbands mom pose. “And you never thought to tell me?”

“Why would I? It wasn’t serious, we never got past regular friendship feelings and it didn’t last that long so, thought it was best to not bring it up.”

“Well, I mean okay. It’s just weird to me because of how much you talk about your sex life with Steve.”

“That’s different, Steve is the romantic love of my life. And I love Argyle but not like that. I’m not going to talk openly about a friends with benefits situation no matter how much it rocked my world.” You wink.

He lets out a deep sigh, “Alright, well. I now know too much about too many of my friends.”

“Oh come on I barely even said anything about Argyle. He was good though, really really good. You should’ve given him a chance.”

“What??”

Your eyes widen, “Nothing, let’s develop these nudes shall we?”

“Yeah.. yeah okay. Let me see if Nancy can watch Eddie for a bit.”

“She can and she will” Nancy says, coming out of their bedroom. She bends over Eddie’s care seat and unbuckles him, pulling him out and pressing him into her chest. “I always had a feeling Argyle had a crush on you.” She said as she turned back towards her bedroom.

“What??” Jon exclaimed looking at her back as she walked away.

“Man you really are oblivious.” You laugh, opening the darkroom door. “Or just really blinded by your love for Nance.”

“Yeah let’s go with that.”

“I think that’s beautiful, Jon. So blinded by love you don’t even notice anyone else’s interest.”

You can’t see it in the dark of the room but you know he’s blushing.

“Also, please don’t tell Argyle I accidentally hinted at his crush. Man, we are really bad at keeping secrets in this group.”

“Yes it would seem we are.” He agrees, beginning his developing process.

“I think I’m pregnant.”

You hear a clatter, like metal and paper and plastic falling to the ground along with a human like thud.

“Are you okay?? What happened?” You call out, arms reaching out in the dark.

“I’m okay,” he chokes. “Again?”

#aloneagainparttwo #steve harrington #steve stranger things #steve x y/n #steve harrington x y/n smut #steve harrington x you #steve Harrington x y/n

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geraskierbrainrot · 2 years

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This is a collection of Alternate Universe fics where soulmates exist (and, more often than not, Jaskier and Geralt are soulmates)

One-marker by @zuzallove | T | 1k

Some people are born with a thousand soulmates. Others with just one. Geralt has a meagre double mark. It doesn't matter, though, does it? It's not like he's going to have a relationship with either one of his soulmates. Cue Jaskier.

Nisrae by spqr | M | 3k

Jaskier's seventeen when he pulls the Witcher from the fire. He has no idea, at the time, that it's a magical fire.

Socially Accpetable Ways to Meet Your Soulmate by @elpiething | E | 4k

Jaskier's parents weren't precisely keen on their oldest Omega child going to Oxenfurt to learn art. So they told him to pay off his own student debt. Which means they can't technically get mad at him for going in for a camera test at Vengeance Studios. - An AU where Alphas can't knot without medical assistance. Or their soulmate.

you don't have to call me yours, my love by @serenfire | T | 4k

“I’m sorry,” Jaskier says. “This is absolutely my fault, and I shouldn’t have accompanied you in the first place. But you don’t have to worry about me! I can deal with this myself.” “Jaskier, you’ve been cursed to tell the truth until you fucking smooch your soulmate!” Geralt shouts. “And you don’t have a soulmate! So no, you can’t deal with this yourself.” Jaskier winces. “It’s actually a little worse than that,” he admits. “I know for a fact that I will never be anyone’s soulmate.”

I Promise (Not) by @zuzallove | M | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | 5k

It's modern era New York. Jaskier is an aspiring singer/songwriter who pisses off the wrong person. Geralt is the man supposed to beat him up. It's not that simple, though.

“Yen,” Gorgeous growled into the phone. “Did you know that I was called away from the Marini deal tonight because a twink that looks twelve accidentally offended that moronic cousin of yours?” Jaskier gasped, putting a hand on his heart to show him how outraged he was.

Ear Worm by @raven-dirt | M | 6k

When a song is stuck in your head, it means your soulmate is listening to it, wherever they are in the world.

Geralt hasn’t slept properly since 1229 because he can always hear singing.

What's Mine is Yours by @operacricket | T | 7k

Jaskier had always had a set of lungs to rival the North wind. By the time he was old enough to put words to his wailing, his poor mother’s head was grey and her heart torn by the babe who had never once stopped crying. There wasn’t a healer or witch she took him to who didn’t say the same thing: there was nothing to fix. They could treat a bruise, bandage the reflections of another’s injuries that sometimes echoed onto his skin, but there was no curing pain that wasn’t his. --- Soulmates Share Injuries AU

→ They Know (I'm Yours) | T | Graphic Depictions Of Violence | 1k

There's more danger in their connection than a few bumps and bruises.

Love as You Are by @geralt-jaskier | E | 16k

Jaskier didn’t want to marry just any noblewoman--no matter how comely she may be--he wanted adventure and many loves, but most importantly his biggest, greatest love of all. He is not expecting that love to be in the form of a brooding stranger sitting at the back of a tavern. In one instant his breath catches in his throat at the beauty of the man before him and in the next, there’s a burning sensation on the bottom of his heel as his mark makes itself known. It’s pain and pleasure knotted together, roses surrounded by thorns.

Of soulmarks and one-sided matches by @ylc1 | T | 17k

Finding your soulmate is supposed to be a happy experience. In Geralt’s experience however, things rarely ever go as they’re supposed to.

Nothing to Lose But My Secrets by @handwrittenhello | E | Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings | 45k

Jaskier is the best assassin in the Northern Kingdoms. On the most important mission of his life-- kill the Warlord of the North or die trying --things go terribly wrong, and he's taken prisoner. During his time as a captive in Kaer Morhen, he's forced to confront some uncomfortable truths: witchers aren't what the stories say, his soulmate is most definitely somewhere in the keep, and he may have found himself on the wrong side of this war. -- aka a warlord AU, soulmate AU, and enemies-to-lovers fic all in one!

Show love to all these authors by leaving kudos and comments, and happy reading!

#geraskier #geralt/jaskier #the witcher #the witcher fic #geraskier fic recs

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satashiiwrites · 1 year

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Valentine’s Day Fic Preview

Well… Grammerly appears to be glitching for me tonight so no editing was done. I’m hoping to start posting this sometime next week (ha!) and stay on task to get done by the middle of February.

Someone tell my muse to quit adding subplots.

Anyways, this is still draft 2.0 version of this.

Title: Sleepless in LA

Fandom: 911

Pairing: Eventual endgame Buddie, mentioned Buck/Abby, Eddie/Shannon, Eddie/Ana, and Buck/Ali

Fic Summary:

Navigating the aftermath of Shannon’s death, Eddie never thought he’d be a widower by age thirty-two and raising a kid on his own without any help. When Christopher calls in to one of those late night talk radio shows asking how to help his Dad, Eddie realizes that he needs to try and move on for Christopher’s sake so he reluctantly starts dating what everyone tells him is the perfect woman for someone like him.

It turns out Christopher and he have much different ideas of just who they need.

Buck has had a terrible year. His physical injuries from the truck bombing were bad enough but having Ali leave him seems like a sign from the universe that he’s always meant to be alone. Listening to the radio at night, he hears the most adorable kid ever talking about how his Dad is sad and needs a new partner—LA kids are pretty progressive and this Christopher kid isn’t particular if his Dad ends up with a woman or a man. It almost gives him hope but who would want to date a firefighter who can’t help anyone?

A chance encounter on a pier, a natural disaster, and a promise made to meet up at the Griffith Park Observatory on Valentine’s Day brings together two soulmates who in another life would have met very differently.

tags: second-ish draft. Heavily inspired by Sleepless in Seattle, Alternative Universe (Eddie doesn’t join the 118) with alternative first meeting, Christopher Diaz is a National Treasure, grief, angst, set vaguely in season 3, misunderstanding/assumed death (not really dead), we’re not purposefully going to bash any other canon relationship, timeline what timeline?

I must be a mermaid. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living—Anais Nin

They buried Shannon on a Tuesday—she’d died the previous Thursday. Everything had moved at lightning speed since then, except when time slowed to a painful crawl designed to hold Eddie in this new hell he found himself in. His parents had arrived Saturday, and his mother had a comment for everything, like a leaky faucet.

Drip. How could she leave him again?

Drip. Well, she had abandoned them first, and this was just a pattern of bad behavior…

Drip. It was terrible that all of Shannon’s family was dead and wouldn’t be at the funeral to mourn her.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

A continuous, poisonous litany that made him want to scream in rage at the world until it all just stopped hurting.

Eddie had loved her—still did love her. Didn’t he? She was the mother of his son—the best kid ever. He would die without Christopher and she’d given him to Eddie.

Never mind the divorce she’d asked for when he’d taken her out with plans on rekindling their relationship fully only a few days earlier.

Never mind how hard he’d been trying.

Still—Shannon had been his wife. He’d loved her even though it was complicated. She was Christopher’s mother. No matter what had happened before she hadn’t been planning on leaving them both by dying.

(Even if she had been leaving him again. Divorce felt permanent…)

LA in March was sunny like always even if he felt like the storm cloud around his head was doing nothing but pour out the flood of tears he couldn’t seem to let fall down his cheeks.

He had Christopher to think of and be strong for and protect.

Eddie held onto Chris as they both tried to hold it together, ignoring the discomfort of new dress shoes and a too tight shirt collar underneath the too warm suit jacket he’d bought so they’d both match as his mother had insisted on. They’d spent too much on them and he’d already mentally swore to never make Chris or himself wear them again.

The priest finished the brief prayer and encouraged Eddie and Chris to step forward to make a last goodbye. The thorns had been cut off the rose stem but it was still pricking his fingers as he was holding it too tight. Chris buried his nose in the blood red flower petals, taking a deep sniff before kissing the rose and then throwing it to rest on the casket lid. Eddie followed suit, curling his arm around Chris who was clinging to his side like he was afraid Eddie would fall in and join Shannon in her grave.

Stepping aside after a moment, he lifted Chris into his arms. Chris was getting a bit too big to do this but they both needed it right now. The small nose that tucked into his neck to hide from the rest of their family let loose a few sniffles and the too-tight collar was getting wet but he ignored it and rocked side to side as the rest of his family and his entire shift of coworkers placed flowers into the grave then lined up to express their condolences for his loss.

A sad smile and nod of understanding from his captain—Ronnie Cooper. Lena grimaced as she stepped up and gave him a bone crushing hug while stroking her hand down Chris’ back with a soft, ‘if you need anything—anything at all you call me.’ Logan, Calley and Stover fumbled their way through variations of ‘Sorry for your loss’ with their girlfriends hanging awkwardly on their arms. Stover was twice divorced but thought he might try marriage again with his current girlfriend who looked a bit wide-eyed at being introduced to the rest of the station at a funeral. Logan and Calley went through relationships like tissue paper but were good guys, their dates appropriately subdued to match the mood.

Eventually, though, it was just him and his family lingering around the gravesite.

“Eddie,” his mom called gently, her hand resting on his elbow as she urged him to start walking towards the car. “The funeral luncheon will be starting shortly.”

Funeral luncheon. Abuela was hosting it because he was too much of a disaster in the kitchen to even think of hosting it. Never mind how disorganized he’d been about arranging everything else.

Shannon hadn’t even been catholic but they’d had the funeral done that way because his mother had insisted and Eddie hadn’t had the energy to argue with her about it. A mass followed by a prayer before the burial and then a luncheon to follow where everyone would eat Abuela’s best recipes that could be made in large enough quantities fast.

“Do we just leave Mom here?” Chris’ voice cracked and warbled, his hands tightening into tiny fists in Eddie’s shirt.

“Oh Mijo,” Eddie said, trying to tuck Chris’ head back into his neck but Chris was fighting him and wanted to be let down.

“We can’t just leave her here!”

“She’s not here,” Eddie tried to soothe his distraught son. “Your Mom’s gone to heaven.”

“How do you know?” Chris asked, eyes glassy with distress.

“Because your Mom loved us,” Eddie said. “And when you love that much, sometimes heaven needs you.”

“But we need her!”

“I know Mijo. Mom’s watching over both of us now—all the time. From heaven.”

In response, Chris just thumped him in the chest with his small fists as he cried into Eddie’s neck. The absolute sobs of despair wracked his thin frame, fighting his grief physically as well as emotionally.

It was heart breaking and all Eddie could do was hold him.

“I’m here, Mijo” he whispered, over and over again as his heart broke one more time. “I’m here.”

#Buddie #buddie fic #fic preview #second-ish draft #sleepless in LA #evan buckley #eddie diaz #valentine fic #holiday fic #angst #alternative first meetings #alternative universe #grief #mention of other canon relationships #vaguely set in season 3 #timeline what timeline

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Tempted, You Know | kth

Taehyung really is the perfect best friend. Especially when he lets you drag him to a Harry Styles concert last minute. But as the night goes on, temptation sets in and the line between friends and more starts to get a little blurred...

👠 Pairing: bestfriend!taehyung x reader

👠 Word Count: 5.2k

👠 Rating: 18+

👠 Genre: Concert au, best friends to lovers, fluff, smut

👠 Warnings: Explicit language, Y/N gets a little jealous/possessive, consumption of alcohol (neither of them are drunk though just buzzed pls drink responsibly!) Falling puts Y/N through it and Tae is super sweet and comforts her, some sexy dancing times in public, teasing, dirty talk, grinding, hair pulling, marking, biting, scratching, very minor and brief choking, making out, explicit sexual content, mention of oral (m receiving), groping, exhibitionism and mention of having an exhibitionist kink (they're fooling around in Tae's car in the parking lot after the concert), these two challenge and egg each other on a lot (they love to talk shit lmao), fingering, cum eating, mention of getting turned on by Harry Styles songs, it ends soft uwu

A/N: This is what happens when footage of Tae vibing to Woman at Harry's concert lives rent free in your head 🙂 Also another example of me yet again having too many ideas and just deciding to follow the chaos of my brain oops. I didn't see Harry on tour this year so my point of reference is exclusively from the Twitter vids and looking up his setlist and also the concert I went to in 2017 😂 Hope you enjoy this Tae fic that my brain demanded be written and thank you so much for always being so lovely and supporting me 🥰💜 Special shout-out to my Nanowrimo besties for helping me completely change my relationship with writing over the last few weeks and for just being my constant cheerleaders 😭😭💕

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Taglist: @taegularities @lavienjin @illneverrecover @thatlongspringnight

“Hello?”

“Tae! My love, my bestie, my soulmate, my favorite person in the universe.”

“Oh no,” Taehyung groaned from the other end of the phone, “what did you do?”

“Nothing! Nothing, I swear. It’s more like I have a favor to ask. Just a little one.” you went on, playing cute as best as you could manage without having him in front of you.

“Oh, that’s it? You had me worried there for a second, not gonna lie. Well, what can I do for you, Y/N? My love, my bestie, my soulmate, my favorite person in the universe.” Taehyung playfully echoed your words back to you, causing you to giggle.

“Soooo, turns out my sister can’t go to the concert with me tonight. Would you pleeeeeeeeease be my angel and go with me? I’ll buy you a drink at the show and love you foreverrrr.”

You knew you were being ridiculous and laying it on thick, but you didn’t care if it got Taehyung to go to the concert with you.

“You know, desperation is not a cute look on you.” your best friend teased, and you pouted even though he couldn’t see it.

“Tae, please. I can’t go see Harry alone. I need emotional support for when he sings Falling, and who’s more emotionally supportive than my best friend.”

You heard a sigh from the other end, “Alright, I’ll go. I don’t think you’ll have nearly as much fun with me there though, I barely know his music. I’ll be there to pick you up in like two hours okay?”

“Thank you thank you thank you! And who knows, Tae, maybe you’ll end up surprising yourself and enjoy the concert after all.”

Taehyung chuckled, and you smiled at the sound.

“Yeah, who knows.”

As promised, Taehyung was letting himself into your apartment two hours later and immediately calling out for you to see if you were ready.

“Sorry, I’m almost ready! Just doing some finishing touches, I’ll be right out!” you yelled back from your bedroom.

You should’ve known your best friend better cause he was already poking his head into the room right as you finished putting in your earrings.

“Whoa. I thought you said we were going to a concert.”

You laughed as you turned from your floor length mirror to face him standing in your doorway, “Yes, Tae, but this is Harry fucking Styles we’re talking about. People dress for these shows. Plus, I’ve been putting this outfit together for months, and I’m really excited about it, so I don’t wanna hear any smartass remarks from you, okay?”

Your best friend held up his hands in defense, earning another laugh from you.

“I was just gonna say a heads up would’ve been nice because now I am going to feel severely underdressed standing next to your gorgeous ass all night.”

You flushed at the compliment, even though it was just Taehyung. The way his eyes seemed to linger just a moment too long as he took in your outfit for the night made your face feel warm. You had on a very low cut and sparkly gold tank that tied in the back with a single ribbon, and flared white pants covered in sunflowers, with glittering gold high heeled boots to complete the ensemble.

“Oh please, Tae,” you scoffed, “like you could ever look bad.”

You were surprised to see his cheeks reddening slightly, he was always so cute when he got flustered. You were just telling the truth though. Taehyung stood there, in a black graphic tee tucked into his jeans and a pair of sneakers, and he still looked like he had just walked off the cover of some fashion magazine. His midnight curls were styled messily and yet, somehow still looked perfect. You often asked him how it felt to be one of God’s favorites, and Taehyung always got embarrassed and bashful every time you did.

He rubbed the back of his neck nervously as his eyes flitted around your room, looking everywhere but at you, “So, uh, should we go? I’m sure traffic is gonna be awful, so I wanted to give us plenty of time to get there.”

You felt nervous too. Something just felt...different tonight. You couldn’t quite put your finger on what it was though. There was a definite question hanging in the air, held in the way you kept looking at each other without ever meeting one another’s eyes.

“Yeah,” you replied after what felt like forever, “let’s go.”

The drive to the venue was spent with you obnoxiously blasting and singing along to Harry’s music from the passenger seat of Taehyung’s car, him laughing and teasing you all the while. Things felt much more normal between the two of you, at least for the moment.

Taehyung kept you tucked into his side as you navigated through the sea of people making their way towards the entrance, and you hated the way you were all too aware of the warmth of his hand across your back. You couldn’t remember ever noticing just how big his hands were.

“Hey, you okay?”

Taehyung’s fingers flexed against your bare skin, prompting you to look up at him.

“Hmm?”

“You just, you’re trembling a little. Are you cold?” your best friend rubbed his hand up and down your back as he asked this, and all you could feel was heat.

You shook your head and let out a nervous laugh, “No, just a lot of people.”

Taehyung nodded and pulled you a little closer, and you could feel your heart hammering inside your chest. What the fuck was going on. This was Taehyung for fucks sake. Your Taehyung. Goofy, lovable Taehyung with his adorable boxy grins. Your best friend, and the person you loved most in this world. Platonically, of course. At least you had thought so...

“Should we get our drinks now or do you wanna go check out our seats first and then come back?”

Taehyung’s voice once again pulled you out of your maddening and confusing thoughts. Maybe a drink would help you stop overthinking and overanalyzing everything, and just let you loosen up and enjoy the concert with your best friend.

“Drinks first.” you answered almost immediately, causing Taehyung to raise a curious eyebrow at you.

“I promised to buy you one, remember? So, lead the way to alcohol.” you instructed as you pointed towards the nearest stand selling drinks.

Your best friend chuckled before continuing to pull you along with him to join the line beginning to form in front of the vendor. You heard the sound of some girls giggling nearby and turned to see them gesturing to Taehyung and whispering back and forth to each other. You weren’t sure what came over you as you clutched Taehyung tighter and leaned further into him, but it shut those girls up, so you were definitely satisfied.

Taehyung had finished his first drink by the time the show started, while you were only halfway through yours. The lights went out, and you gripped the railing in front of you in anticipation. Your best friend stood next to you with his hands in his pockets, but close enough to where his arm still brushed against yours.

You heard the familiar melody of Golden start playing, and you were immediately letting yourself get swept up in the adrenaline that only came from realizing a concert was starting. You were screaming, singing, dancing, all with zero shame. You kept catching Taehyung’s amused grin out of the corner of your eye as he watched you caught up in your own secret little world.

Your drink was completely gone by the time Adore You finished, and your best friend had just disappeared to get his second one. Harry was going off to Only Angel and so were you as you screamed along to the lyrics and danced around wildly. The energy in the room was truly electric, and you felt like you were high off of it, like you were on a different plane of existence entirely.

Taehyung reappeared just as She was finishing up, second drink in hand. You could feel his eyes on you as your hips swayed along to the infectious guitar solo as the song faded out. But you were slightly buzzed and living your best life, so you didn’t let it invade your thoughts too much. You were literally given whiplash when Harry started singing Two Ghosts next, as an intro leading straight into-

“No! What the fuck. He is not doing this!” you exclaimed as Harry Styles had the audacity to sing the opening line of Falling.

“Wait, what’s wrong!” Taehyung yelled, leaning in closer to you so that he could be heard over the roar of the crowd.

“Tae! This is the song!” you shouted back, and you watched as the realization crossed over his face.

He reached for one of your hands before intertwining it with his own and giving you a small smile. You squeezed his hand in thanks before turning back to the performance happening in front of you.

Taehyung gripped your hand extra tight every time the chorus came around as you screamed back the lyrics with everything you had. Tears had been welling in your eyes for most of the song, but as soon as Harry reached the bridge, they began flowing freely down your cheeks. You barely had time to register Taehyung using his hold on your hand to pull you in to where your back was flush against his chest, strong arms immediately wrapping around your front. You half sang, half sobbed along to the final chorus, Taehyung gently rocking the two of you back and forth and pressing a kiss to your temple.

"Awww! I wish I had that!" you heard a girl cry from somewhere behind the two of you.

Something about the idea of her thinking you and Taehyung were a couple had a shy smile threatening to break out across your face. Your best friend released you from his hold as the song came to an end, and you found yourself turning around to face him. Taehyung's hands came up to cradle your cheeks, thumbs tenderly wiping away the tears he found there, "You okay?"

You nodded, every part of you fighting the urge to melt into his touch.

"I'm having fun with you, but I kinda want to punch that Harry guy for making you cry." he told you, leaning down close to your ear so you could hear him.

You giggled at the playful threat, and Taehyung squished your cheeks between his hands in response. He beamed down at you with that boxy grin of his, and you could feel the first sign of butterflies stirring restlessly in your stomach. He was so beautiful. It was something you noticed all the time, but it was more than that tonight. Tonight, he was brilliantly, beautifully, radiant.

Just as a very dangerous thought started to cross your mind, you heard the intro of one of your favorite songs, and also the one that had inspired the sunflower patterned bottoms you had chosen for the evening.

"Oh my God, Tae! I love this song!!" you voiced excitedly before moving to face forward again, putting a little distance between you and Taehyung as you did so.

You made the choice to focus all your attention on Harry's performance, rather than how badly you'd just been tempted to try to kiss your best friend. It wasn't long before you were once again lost in the music, your body moving on its own as you just vibed with the man on stage and the rest of the crowd. You managed to glimpse Taehyung finishing off his second drink before holding out a hand to you. You turned to him, a look of confusion adorning your features.

“Dance with me!” was his simple request as the corners of his lips quirked up into an inviting smile.

You laughed and shook your head at him, “Kim Taehyung, the entire time I’ve known you, I have never, ever, seen you dance.”

“Doesn’t mean I can’t.” he retorted, reaching out to grab both of your hands, “Just means that you’ve never seen me do it.”

You raised a curious eyebrow at him, and Taehyung proceeded to use your connected hands to create a push and pull movement between the two of you in the little bit of space available. You just went along with it, your arms swaying in time to the music playing all around you. Taehyung seemed just as lost in the song as you at this point as he closed his eyes and let his body take the lead. You had never seen your best friend like this, and you couldn’t help the way your eyes were drawn to the hypnotizing motions of his hips. Taehyung was feeling it, and you certainly were feeling something too.

His eyes suddenly snapped open to catch your staring, and the intensity of his gaze nearly had you stumbling backwards. In the next moment, he was tugging on your hands to twirl you into him, with your back meeting his chest once again.

“Told you I could dance.” Taehyung said, warm breath hitting your ear and sending a chill through you.

“You’re shivering again. Sure you’re okay?” he went on, the deep and teasing timbre of his voice almost unrecognizable.

“Tae.” you breathed out right as the next song started, but Taehyung was already letting you go as if nothing had happened.

Your hand shot out to tug on his sleeve to get him to look at you, “Why are you teasing me?”

Something sparked behind Taehyung’s eyes, and you watched a smirk form across his handsome features.

“Why are you?” he challenged back, making your cheeks flare red.

You pouted at him, and Taehyung chuckled.

“You should turn around, you’re missing your concert.”

Your pout changed into a full on scowl as Taehyung directed all his attention back to the stage, and you let your hand drop from his sleeve. Hopefully Harry wouldn’t see your clear resting bitch face that had nothing to do with him performing To Be So Lonely, and everything to do with the way the man next to you was driving you crazy. The two of you had never played this game before, and you weren’t even sure you understood the rules yet. One thing was for sure though, like hell you were gonna let him win.

Woman was next, and that song always brought out your inner hoe just in general. Now that you were hearing it live, still slightly buzzed and intrigued by whatever was happening between you and Taehyung, you were truly ready to act the fuck up.

You started off with subtle movements, just kinda swaying to the music. You gradually started making the motion of your body more dramatic, more sensual, letting your hips do all the work. You could feel Taehyung watching, so you made sure to give him a good show, hands trailing up your body as you did so. You turned to the side to glance at him, proud smirk on your face, only to find him no longer standing next to you. A gasp escaped you as strong hands gripped your waist and pulled you back against an all too familiar chest.

“Now who’s the tease.” Taehyung growled in your ear, teeth just barely grazing against your skin.

Looked like you were figuring out how to play this game after all.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Tae. I’m just dancing.”

You insisted on playing dumb before swiveling your hips that were flush against him, Taehyung letting out a grunt behind you. You smiled to yourself, repeating the same movement and causing his hands to dig harder into your flesh. One of your arms reached up to wrap around the back of Taehyung’s neck, fingers snaking into his wavy tresses.

“Shit.” the man behind you hissed as you grinded harder against him, “You drive me crazy, you know that?”

His mouth was hot and hungry as it descended on your neck, and your head fell back on his chest at the foreign but euphoric sensation. Taehyung’s body moved in tandem with your own, the two of you in a completely different world than the concert still going on around you. Your nails scratched against his scalp. His teeth scraped against your throat. There was an obvious bulge in his jeans that was growing more prominent with each drag of your ass against his crotch.

“You’re, fuck, so lucky we’re in public right now.” he huffed right by your ear.

You chuckled and pushed back against him, hard, and Taehyung let out a strangled groan, “That hard to keep it in your pants, huh? Thought you would have more self control than that, Tae.”

“Shut up. Like you’re not fucking soaked right now.” he snarled back, one of his hands leaving your waist to begin sliding up your bare back.

Your breath hitched as his warm fingertips danced across your skin and slowly slipped under the ribbon that was the sole thing holding your top together. He gave the faintest tug against the material, and your nails dug into his neck in warning.

“You know, if we were anywhere else but here, I would be finding out for myself right now. Just how wet you were for me.”

“You sound pretty confident.” you shot back, but your own cocky facade was fading fast as his hand on your back traveled higher to press at the base of your neck.

“I know you, remember? And I know I could probably make you cum right here. Bet it wouldn’t take much. You’re already so wound up.” Taehyung went on taunting you, and you had never hated him so much for being right.

His large hand curved around your neck and he gave an experimental squeeze that had you clenching around nothing. Taehyung hummed, lips ghosting along your jaw, "Yeah, I fucking thought so."

His other hand was just starting to dip between your clothed thighs, when you both seemed to realize that the song had ended and Harry was now moving on to Cherry. The abrupt shift in tone jarred you right back to reality. Specifically, to the reality of what you had almost been willing to let your best friend do to you in a very public space. What you had wanted him to do.

Your hands left Taehyung at the same time that his arms retreated back to his sides. You quickly stepped away from each other, and the break in tension had you slowly coming out of your lustful haze.

You grabbed onto the railing in front you, still trying to anchor yourself back to what was happening around you. Taehyung appeared beside you a few moments later, but you couldn't bring yourself to look at him. To face the line you had both crossed, and what that meant for you and your friendship going forward.

You nearly jumped when you felt one of Taehyung's large hands envelop one of yours. He proceeded to tug on your hand, forcing you to finally look at him.

"Come on." he said simply, pulling on your hand once again as something mischievous sparkled behind his chestnut irises.

You laughed, feeling confused, "What?"

Taehyung leaned in closer, and his curls tickled the side of your face.

"Let's get out of here."

Your breath caught as your grip tightened on the railing. Oh the absolute temptation those words held…

"But the concert's barely halfway over." you pointed out, looking up at him.

"Yes, but all I care about and all I can think about right now is finding out how you look and sound when you cum." Taehyung pressed, his free hand starting its familiar journey up your back yet again.

Every time his hands were on you, you felt your brain getting fuzzy all over again. The beginning of Lights Up, thankfully, had the fog clearing slightly.

"Tae, I paid a lot of money for these tickets, and I've been looking forward to this concert for forever."

His hand dropped from your back as he pouted cutely at you. You couldn't help but giggle at the childlike reaction.

"Plus, I think we need to be rational and talk about what exactly this is, going on between us, before anything else happens. So let's just enjoy the rest of the concert, and then we can try to figure out whatever this is afterwards, okay?"

Taehyung sighed before shaking his head as he laughed to himself, "Yeah, okay, you're right. We really should talk about this first."

You smiled at him in thanks, and squeezed his hand that was still holding yours, happy to know you were both on the same page about this and could just focus on the remainder of the show.

"You know, this isn't exactly what I was expecting when you said we needed to talk after. Not that I'm complaining. I mean, this is a fucking fantastic conversation." Taehyung quipped, and you pulled back from marking up his pretty neck.

"Yeah, well, that was before I knew how much I liked kissing you." you countered before moving to pull his earlobe between your teeth.

Taehyung chuckled as his palms smoothed up and down the bare skin of your back.

"Mmm, I like kissing you too." he agreed, repositioning his head so he could connect your lips once more.

You sighed out softly as Taehyung licked into your mouth, his fingers teasing the ribbon still holding your top together. Your hands were making a mess of his already unruly locks, pulling and tugging, urging him to give you more. Taehyung nipped at your already swollen lips, and you rocked yourself forward against him.

"Fuck." he growled, "Did you forget we're literally in a car and still in the middle of a fucking parking lot full of people?"

Once it had been established that you would be waiting for a while to be able to get out of the insanely packed parking area, straddling Taehyung in his seat and engaging in a heated makeout session had presented itself as a pretty good way to pass the time.

"Relax, you baby. It's not like I'm giving you head in plain sight or anything."

His dick twitched beneath you, and you separated from his mouth to flash him a truly wicked smirk.

"Oh, but you wish I was, don't you?" you teased as you slid your hand down his chest before palming him over his jeans.

Something blazed in Taehyung's eyes, hungry and full of desire.

"Just for the record, I have wanted this for a while. Wanted you." he told you, dropping his hands to settle on either side of your waist.

Wings fluttered incessantly in your stomach, and you leaned forward to kiss him, soft and sweet.

"I think I have too. I just don't think I realized how much until tonight. Until I was willing to finally admit it to myself. But I do. I want you, Taehyung."

His entire face lit up with your favorite boxy grin, and you affectionately ran one of your hands through his mussed waves.

"Well, you have me. In the middle of a parking lot after a Harry Styles concert. You fucking have me."

Laughter overtook you, your body rocking forward with the force of it as you attacked Taehyung with kisses all over his face and hair. You could feel him smiling against your skin, and you reached for his hands to guide them back up to the still knotted ribbon. Taehyung's fingers gripped the thin material as he pulled back to meet your eyes.

"Have you always had an exhibitionist kink? Or is that just something I bring out in you?" he queried cheekily, giving the ribbon an experimental tug that had it loosening immediately.

"Maybe I just like the idea of people being able to see that you're the only one who can touch me like this." you said back, voice soft and sultry, and you felt Taehyung jerk under you.

His hands made quick work of undoing the ribbon, and he wasted no more time as his palms slid around to cup your breasts. A breathy moan left your lips, and you arched into his touch. You started moving against him again as he groped and kneaded your soft flesh. His head disappeared under your top a moment later, and you giggled at the way his hair tickled your skin. Your giggles dissolved into whines and cries, however, the moment you felt his warm mouth envelop one of your nipples.

"Tae, fuck."

You tipped your head back as your hands found their way under your top and back into his charcoal curls to hold him against you. Taehyung worked his teeth, tongue, and lips against your perked bud until you were having to bite down on your own lip to muffle all the sounds threatening to escape.

"I didn't realize you had such a marking kink." you breathed out as Taehyung sucked more spots of color onto your chest.

"I don't." he remarked, voice husky and deep, "It’s just because it’s you."

His words went straight to your core, and you started grinding against him with even more desperation in an attempt to alleviate the growing ache. Taehyung moved to begin marking up your other breast, his hands reaching around to grab at your ass to encourage your movements. His tongue flicked over your nipple, and you had to bury your face in his neck to cover up the constant moans and pants that were leaving your mouth.

“God, I love that I can make you sound like that. I can’t wait to see what else I can draw out of that sweet mouth of yours.” Taehyung murmured against you before trapping your bud between his teeth.

He had you so wrapped around his finger that all you could do was frantically clutch at his hair and whimper helplessly as he helped you rut against him. You were literally shivering from overstimulation by the time Taehyung’s fluffy head of hair resurfaced from under your top. You glanced out the window to see that the parking lot was significantly more empty now.

Taehyung followed your line of sight before using his fingers to grip your chin and turn your face back towards him. He looked absolutely wild right now. Eyes almost completely blown out, pretty lips pink and swollen, and his curly black tresses in complete disarray from your makeout session. The man under you laughed nervously, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Cause you look really sexy right now.” you replied, and Taehyung raised an intrigued eyebrow at you.

“You gonna let me make you cum? Right here, where anyone could see us? Or is that exhibitionist kink all talk?”

You knew he was challenging you, and you were quick to rise to meet him.

“I think you’re the one who’s all talk, Taehyung.” you fired back, smug smirk clear on your features.

“Hmm,” Taehyung hummed thoughtfully, “well let’s hope your screams don’t end up getting us arrested for public indecency.”

“What makes you think I’m gonna scream?” you pressed, and the devilish glint in his eyes absolutely terrified you.

His fingers on your chin and the intensity in his gaze pinned you in place while his other hand trailed along the waistband of your pants. With very little effort, he yanked them down to expose your nearly soaked panties.

“Shit. You really are dripping.” Taehyung hissed before cupping you over the garment with his palm, and you sighed out at the contact.

You sucked in a breath when his digits dipped inside to meet your folds a moment later. He slowly slid one long finger inside, drawing out a choked moan from you as he did so. Something about the way he was still making you meet his eyes as his finger fucked into you had fresh arousal coating your thighs and Taehyung’s hand. He glanced down and swore at the sight, adding a second digit and increasing his pace.

“Fuck, Taehyung!” you cried out, your eyes snapping shut in response to the pleasure.

“You’re so tight, fucking hell. Your cunt is just sucking my fingers right in.” he observed, voice clouded over with lust.

He slid in a third finger, and your head fell back at the delicious stretch. The car was filled with the lewd sounds of his digits plunging between your walls again and again as you bounced in his lap. Taehyung must’ve finally picked up on how badly you were struggling because he released your chin from his hold at the same time that his thumb strummed across your aching clit.

A hand flew up to cover your own mouth as your cries grew louder. Taehyung’s eyes were glued to the way his digits disappeared inside you, biting down hard on his own lip in concentration. You were practically thrashing on top of him, your orgasm approaching quickly from the way his fingers were playing you as if he’d done it a hundred times before.

“I’m so close, Tae. Please.” you begged him breathlessly as you lost the energy to hold your hand up and let it drop back down to your side.

“Let go for me, beautiful. Wanna feel you.” Taehyung coaxed, his thumb relentlessly stroking your bundle of nerves as his digits reached that spot inside of you that had your eyes rolling back.

“Oh, fuck, Tae, I’m-”

His free hand clamped over your mouth just in time to silence your scream as you came undone. Taehyung continued to fuck you through it, and tears slid down your cheeks from the overwhelming stimulation. When he finally withdrew his fingers from you, you just slumped forward against his chest, breathing heavily. You heard Taehyung humming as he sucked his fingers clean, but it barely registered in your post orgasm state. A moment later you felt his strong arms enveloping your figure and holding you close.

“You gonna make it?” he asked you softly before pressing a kiss into your hair.

“Sure.” you mumbled back, “Right after I pass away.”

Taehyung laughed out loud at that, jostling you in his lap, and the sound made your heart feel impossibly warm.

“Well, you were definitely right about one thing tonight. That concert totally changed my perspective on Harry Styles.”

You used what little energy you had left to lift your head to gaze up at him, “So, what you’re saying is, you’re a Harry stan now?”

“I wouldn’t quite go that far, but I am grateful to him and his music.”

Taehyung beamed down at you, and you smiled back shyly.

“Although, I don’t think I’ll be able to listen to that Woman song without getting turned on.” he continued, giving you a knowing look.

“A Harry song is gonna make you pop a boner? Well, looks like my work here is done. I’ve converted you.” you quipped back, earning a poke in the side from Taehyung.

“Want me to finger fuck you until you cry again?”

You pouted up at him, “No, I wanna go home and cuddle and then go the fuck to sleep.”

Taehyung chuckled and shook his head at you.

“You’re lucky I have a soft spot for your cute ass.”

You leaned up to press a kiss under his jaw.

“Yeah, I’m the luckiest.”

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come home (tasm! peter parker)

summary: peter parker can't protect you from everything, no matter how hard he tries (spoiler free)

warnings: language, canon typical violence, kinda enemies to lovers?? and ofc, angst

enjoy xx

- jazz

Sometimes, Peter Parker thought it might have been easier if you’d died.

At least then he’d get closure; death was arguably endlessly more finite that watching your lover become your enemy. It made for a very sexy movie plot but oh, man. It was much easier to watch on the big screen that it was to have happen to you. Peter had never known a pain like that – and that was saying something, because he’d lost his parents and watched his uncle die. Part of him figured it was because you were supposed to be a constant in his life. You were like…the only other vigilante in New York. And you were his age, and you were hot. All things that lead him to naively believe that maybe, just maybe, you were soulmates. He could see now what a ridiculously phoney belief that was but everything else in his life up to that point had basically followed the events of a block-buster movie. What was to say that your love wouldn’t be the same?

Peter wasn’t naïve. He couldn’t afford to be - but you’d professed your love for him with such conviction such courage that nobody could blame him for believing you. Even after your delusions of grandeur and Oscorp brain rot had turned you against him, he still liked to think that you’d meant it.

It had been a bit shit, watching you go from a hero to a villain. Unlike Peter, you’d been born with your powers, and even more unlike him, you’d never learnt to accept them. Being a hero – another friendly neighbourhood vigilante – had given you some peace. Not enough to tide you over completely, but Peter had made it his own personal mission to remind you how perfect you were. He wasn’t even lying; in his eyes, you were the stuff of heaven. The only person in the entire fucking universe who could even begin to understand what he was going through.

“Quick,” Peter whispered, large hands on your hips. He pulled open the window to his bedroom. “Get inside before we wake Aunt May.”

You stumbled and giggled, leaping off his window ledge and onto the bed. The poor woman had thought you’d gone to bed hours ago – hell, she’d only agreed to let you stay over because you were working on a project. Neither of you had specified that it involved stopping a bank robbery. Or maybe you’d just slowed it down.

“You’re not exactly quiet, are you?” Peter continued. He quietly stepped inside after you and shut the window. His mask was tossed aside seconds later and before you could cross the room to discard your fun spandex outfit, he’d webbed your back and pulled you towards him. “Always gotta disobey me, huh?”

You smiled. “It’s fun.”

“It’ll be much less fun when my aunt walks through that door and finds us in these superhero costumes,” he grinned.

Peter pulled you into a kiss, hands splayed out on your waist. His lips were always soft – sometimes they tasted like mint, but eternally of him. You would never get tired of kissing him. Never. Every one was like your first all over again.

“At least we’re both in one piece tonight,” you said, hands gently running over the bump of the stitches in his left arm. “Can’t say the same for last night.”

“Last night was a blip,” Peter pressed his forehead to yours. “It shouldn’t have even gone that far. I shouldn’t have let Connors touch you-“

“- hey, Pete,” you cut him off. “It’s fine. His weird obsession with me will pass like it did with yours. I promise. And even if it doesn’t, I’d like to think I’m spry. I can fight him off any day.”

“Except from last night, apparently.”

“I was tired!”

Peter’s heart ached for the things of the past.

As it had gone, you weren’t strong enough to fight off Kurt Connors – not mentally, at least. He’d completely and utterly exploited your insecurities and your worries, promising to help you find a better calling for your mutations. You’d ignored Peter’s warning, choosing Oscorp instead. Why? Fucking why? How had that gone for you?

Badly.

So, so badly. Think of the worst-case scenario – that would only be touching the surface.

You were a ghost of yourself now; demoralised by a man who promised to heal you. Any urge that you’d once held to be a hero was gone. Now, you were driven by nothing but revenge; the urge to rain hell on anyone who had bared the Oscorp name. You were avenging yourself. Avenging the person you used to be and the person you could have been. You wondered often where you would have ended up, had you not strayed off to Oscop; still with Peter, probably. Maybe at college. Maybe not.

“I don’t think you’re thinking this through, baby.”

Peter was sat on his bed, brown eyes watching as you darted back and forth in front of him. He should have known you were causing trouble when you’d left class early. He’d seen you darting across the college campus, books flying everywhere. You’d been in a rush and now he knew why: a meeting with Kurt Connors.

“I am, I promise,” you insisted. “He said he can heal me, Pete.”

“You don’t need to be healed,” Peter insisted. He sat up, reaching out to you.

You stopped in your tracks, stood between his legs. He rested his head on your chest and peered up at you, hooded eyes begging in a way that his words hadn’t quite yet managed. It was like he could feel you slipping away.

“I know what I’m doing,” you murmured and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “You trust me, right?”

“More than anyone in the world – it’s Connors I don’t trust,” he replied. “I just don’t see why you need to do this. You’re perfect as you are, powers or no powers.”

“It’s different for you,” you placed your hands on the back of his head, thumbs softly combing over the tufts of dark hair. “Your abilities were a calling for you, Pete. I was born with mine and they’ve plagued me my whole life. I spent every birthday as a kid wishing that I was normal.”

Peter sighed. “I’m not worried about your powers-”

“- then what is it?”

“I don’t wanna lose you,” he quietly admitted. “I don’t want this to be the start of the end for us.”

“It’s not,” you shook your head. You gently pulled his head against your chest, hands still delicately playing with his hair. “It’s the beginning of something new. I promise.”

Oh man. He could only laugh now.

You’d come up on Peter’s radar a few weeks ago.

It was funny, really, because you kind of had the same mission in wanting to hold Oscorp accountable for what they’d done to you, and to thousands of others. It was just that Peter’s idea of justice lay more in handing them over to the police, whilst yours was more…screaming bloody murder type beat. You’d left a lot of bloodshed in your wake and regardless of your cause, Spiderman couldn’t let that happen. He couldn’t let you take justice into your own hands.

You were hard to catch. Oscorp hadn’t healed your powers - they’d made you stronger. Faster and more agile. So much so that Peter had a hard time keeping up with you as you flew across midtown

Four tries. That’s what it had taken him before he’d managed to web you and catch you on a roof-top in Harlem.

You’d fallen to the ground with all the grace of a beached whale, letting out an oof!

Peter’s heart practically fell through his chest when he saw how tired you looked. Your eyes were sunken with pain and grief; face littered with healed scars and fresh cuts. It had only been six months but based on your appearance, it could have been years. You were frailer too, with unrulier hair and a bust lip. Your powers might have been stronger, but they were eating you alive.

The worst part of all of it was that Peter still looked at you and saw somebody that he loved. Despite everything, he wanted to help you; to heal you and protect you like he should have in the first fucking place. The burden should never have been on him to keep you away from Connors but it was one he put on himself. He’d spent the last months kicking himself for not putting his foot down and literally forbidding you from going near Oscorp. It would have done fuck all – you were stubborn after all – but at least then, he could have said that he’d really tried everything.

“You look like shit.”

Peter pulled off his mask, briefly tossing it aside for the moment. He strode towards you and knelt, grabbing you by the collar and forcing you to sit up. You wanted to avoid his gaze at first, desperate to look anywhere but his wide brown eyes. It didn’t work.

“I feel like shit,” you countered.

“Powers are stronger though, huh?” he observed. “I guess Oscorp didn’t heal you after all.”

“Nope,” you snorted. “I guess you might be happy to hear that you were right all along.”

His brow furrowed. “I’m not happy. I’m the least happy I’ve been in months.”

“Let me guess – six months to be exact?”

“How did you know?”

“Because you’re a sap, Peter Parker,” you smiled.

“I guess I am,” his eyes flickered away from you and towards the city in the distance. It had started to rain a little bit, drops falling from the sky and dampening your hair. Fitting.

“I s’pose that doesn’t make this any easier.”

“I was half-expecting you to fight me,” he confessed. “I’ve seen how badly you left those Oscorp guys. I didn’t hold out much hope that you’d spare me from the same fate.”

“Did I lay a finger on you?” you asked.

Peter was silent.

“Peter,” you reached out a foot, lightly kicking him. “Answer the damn question.”

“No,” he peered back to you. “You didn’t.’

“I don’t know how low you think of me-”

“- pretty low-”

“- but I’ve never hurt anyone that didn’t deserve it,” you finished. “Every person I’ve laid a finger on has been linked to Oscorp. You might just look at me and see red but Pete, I promise you, they’ve deserved it.”

“When my Uncle Ben died, I spent weeks chasing every criminal that looked like him. I took the law into my own hands and nothing good ever came of it,” Peter recalled. “I didn’t feel better for it.”

“Are you actually lecturing me right now?”

He smiled. “I am.”

“Why?” you asked. “It’s too late for me.”

“No, it’s not,” he said firmly. “I was expecting to meet a monster up here tonight but all I see is you. A tired, more vengeful you but…it’s you.”

You were the same person he’d fallen in love with – maybe a little rougher around the edges but quintessentially, you were still the same person. And who was Peter to judge you? He’d made his fair share of mistakes. In the grand scheme of things, this was just a blip. A few months out of years that would just be part of your origin story.

“What are you saying?”

Peter smiled softy. “Come home.”

“What?”

“Come home,” he repeated. “You’re a vengeful pain in my ass but I think all you need – and don’t you dare laugh at me for saying this – is love. And maybe guidance, and probably a lot of therapy.”

“I think you’re right.”

Peter unwebbed your hands. “You’re not a monster. I’m sorry that Connors convinced you otherwise and I’m even more sorry that he let you.”

“Pete,” you murmured. “None of this is your fault.”

“I know, but I should have protected you more,” he quietly admitted. “That’s like…my only job in the entire world. The only one that matters, at least.”

Your entire façade was swept away in that moment. Wide, helpless eyes and quivering lips that all pointed to the same thing: you were only trying your best. Even though you’d slipped and tripped and fallen into what was arguably your biggest fuck up ever, you’d never had bad objectives. You’d done all of this with somewhat bloody but mostly pure intentions; protecting other people from Oscorp. Making sure the same thing didn’t happen again.

Peter reached out to you, gently pulling you towards him and into his chest. Long arms came to wrap around your waist, one hand holding your head under his chin and the other running up and down your back. A choke sob escaped your mouth and you clung onto his suit; tears masked by the rain. It was heavy now.

“Hey, it’s okay,” he murmured. “We’re gonna go home, yeah? You can throw away these god-awful clothes and have a shower and from there it’ll just…we’ll just move forward, okay? Just me and you, and no-one else.”

“I love you,” you quietly whispered.

“I love you too,” Peter replied. "And from now on, I'm going to protect you."

#peter parker x reader #peter parker angst #peter parker x you #peter parker imagine #peter parker imagines #spiderman x reader #spiderman angst #spiderman x you #spiderman imagine #peter parker reader insert #spiderman reader insert

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inbtswethrrust · 3 years

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MINDHEIST MASTERLIST

Hey guys! I've recently received some asks regarding mindheist deleting their ao3 account, along with all the works. Someone was kind enough to send me pdf files for all of the works published on ao3 by mindheist, and so here is a compilation for all of them with the links for the files!! Enjoy your reading. By the way, if at any point the writer themself would like me to delete this post, I will.

So the post doesn't get too long, i'll put up a divider! Happy readings!

JIKOOK:

The Ocean at the End of the Universe It's hard to find just one person in a sea of stars. (space au)

Wish I Would've Known The worst part isn't hatred. The worst part is not talking anymore, and never understanding why. (based on the song we don't talk anymore)

You're My Genie, Lamborghini (You're My Teeny Weeny Meenie) You know those people saying technology is driving people apart? Yeah, fuck them. (twitter au)

with it's sequel... You Got the Best of Me (Synth Riff) Two social media sweethearts get married. Baby boomers crash and burn in the distance at this flagrant display of millenial culture. (continuation of ^^)

JINMIN:

Galaxy S♡ we all have those memories that don't end, even when everything is over. Some call that critical error. Others call it human existence. (androids/robots au)

Watchers of the Eternal Flame Jimin goes to Rio de Janeiro to live his passion. He leaves Rio da Janeiro having found his dream. (summer olympics au)

NAMGI:

In My Blood Sometimes fate is a flat tire and a crushed bumper. (a/b/o au)

TAEKOOK:

i try to picture me without you (but i can't) "You think relationships last in the village? You want one with me? You think you'll be happy?" Maybe Taehyung did think that they could be happy. (sequel to Watchers of the Eternal Flame, summer olympics au)

And, Home (Will Feel Like Home Again) Between the oily residue of night market tables and the rickety steps of the Hakone mountains, there is a little bus station in the fog. (travel au)

Fool Me Once (Shame On You) Fool me twice, shame on me. (established relationship)

Ghost Story It was an untold story with no ending, until now. (ghost au)

Invisible People The most important things are the hardest of all to see. (ballet au)

Let Us A relationship is a two-way street. (strangers to friends to lovers)

Never Let Me Go Sometimes, reaching out and taking someone's hand is the beginning of a journey. (soulmates au)

Pour Up (Drank) If you can read this, take another shot. (frat au)

Rich Bitch When you make six figures a year, Valentino isn’t that big of a deal. (the au is,,, tae is rich)

Shark In the Water As far as fairy tales go, this one doesn’t have a lot of faeries. Tales, yes. Tails, that is. Just the one. One (1) tail. (mermaid au)

Terrible Things Happen (Sometimes, They Save You) Min Yoongi wakes up from a nightmare on a sunless afternoon to a reality more twisted than his dizziest daydreams. (american horror story au)

The Day The Earth Stood Still Somewhere in New York, Seoul, Florence, Los Angeles, is a tale as old as time. (pre-apocalypse au)

起死回生; To Live Again Fiction gives us a second chance that life denies us. (historical au)

SERIES: I'm feeling electric tonight

(fake dating au.)

Kiss Me Hard Before You Go Dramatization. Do not try at home.

I Just Wanted You to Know (That Baby, You’re the Best) If you experience headaches, nausea, or heartbreak, discontinue use and talk to your doctor because relationships might not be right for you.

Think I'll Miss You Forever Happy endings sold separately.

SERIES: Interstellar (historical fantasy au)

Give Me Your Hands (I Will Pick the Stars for You) I miss you like the moon misses the sun, destined to chase you until the end of time.

Perihelion Perihelion: the point in the orbit of a celestial body at which it is closest to the sun.

SERIES: Moonrise (werewolf au, abo au)

Bad Moon Rising Taehyung has always wanted to be a superhero. Jeongguk has always been a supernatural.

I Fear the Fever, It Runs Electric There are some perks to having Jeongguk as a boyfriend. For one, he makes procrastination impossible.

Shaking Inside My Bones For better or for worse, everyone gets better at this. It’s practice. It doesn’t quite make perfect but it gets pretty damn close.

SERIES: The Ones Who Watch Us (horror au)

They Can See Us There are two things that you should hope always follow you. Number one: your shadow. Number two: your reflection.

Why Aren't You Scared of Me? (What Do You Know?) There are much worse things to be scared of.

SERIES: Where You Go, I'll Go To (grim reaper au)

In the Blind The world, as most people see it, is only half the story.

Time would envy us (part two, by nikkumeul) This is the other half of the story. This is forever. OBS: same link as above, starting from page 26)

SERIES: You bring good to my lonely life (honestly) (hollywood movie star au)

Love Will Always Be A Lesson (Let’s Get Out of its Way) Lesson 1: It's not real

Pizza Magazine Love is a strange, strange thing. (OBS: same link, starting from page 156)

YOONKOOK:

We Who Hide From the Sun “It’s the oldest story in the world. One day you’re seventeen and planning for someday. And then, quietly, and without you ever really noticing, someday is today. And then someday is yesterday. And this is your life.” (childhood friends to lovers au)

Admin's Note:

Okay, i'm back now. these are all the mindheist fics i've gotten the links for, thank you to all who sent them to me, very much appreciated! the links lead you to a pdf file on google drive, owned by my own account. i'll have those up all the time, but in case something happens and they get removed i advise you to download the ones that you want to keep personally! hope you enjoy the read babies, love you all!! and thank you again!! and thank you to mindheist in the first place for writing all of these amazing fics.

#mindheist #bts fics #bts #fic rec #fic compilation #masterlist #mindheist masterlist #jikook #kookmin #yoonkook #taekook #vkook #jinmin #namgi #author masterlist #here you go lovelies

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jedimaster3000 · 2 years

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Pride in secrets

Frankie Morales x Fem!Reader

Soulmates universe

Rating: 18+ (NO MINORS)

Fluff, some angst, smut.

Warnings: Language, infidelity, men being idiots (misogyny), explicit smut (fingering, unprotected sex, overstimulation, creampie). It’s just a lot. Let me know if I missed anything please!

Word count: 4.9k+

A/N: No summary this time! I decided that I’ll create some sort of “universe” for soulmates. Basically, it’ll be a series of one shots, I highly recommend you read it chronologically, so if you haven’t read part one, the link is up there! Thank you so much for interacting and for reading!

Masterlist | Part 1

All the liquid went down your throat in a matter of two seconds. The champagne bubbles lightly tickling and the distinct flavor lingering on your tongue.

Drinking five bottles of champagne could have never helped to make everything seem a bit more fun. The party your fiancé was hosting was full of businessmen and women, all talking about the God-forsaken stock market and how much it affected them, there were a few housewives that knew each other and were probably talking shit about you in a corner of your own house; saying something about how Ethan should marry a more “decent” woman, one whose dad already owned at least three mansions, one who didn’t get too much unwanted male attention. The three kids that played in the backyard were the loudest people in the “party”, their screams making the classic music playing almost inaudible.

But Ethan had been talking about this thing for about three weeks, and the least you could do was fake a smile and try to look the part for these people. At the end of the day, he was your fiancé and you had to put in some effort.

The blue dress made breathing more difficult because of the belt that hugged your waist, the slick ponytail gave you a slight ache from how tight it was, and directing all the waiters and chefs would definitely add a wrinkle to your forehead before you could turn another year.

And to top it all, your three best friends that usually got you through this kind of event couldn’t make it tonight. Lucky bitches.

You left the glass of champagne on the tray and walked across the living room, smiling at everyone who would look in your direction while you internally wondered what their names were.

“Honey!”

Ethan’s voice called for you from the back of the room. Standing with three men you knew and two you didn’t, his smile and hand gesture let you know he wanted you to meet the latter two.

You prepared yourself while striding to meet all of the men. Big smile, nice words, stand only on Ethan’s right side, only say things the strangers want to hear.

Do not die of boredom, you’ve got this.

“Gentlemen, this is my beautiful fiancé,” he said before he introduced you by name.

The two strangers looked exactly like any other co-worker of Ethan that you had ever known. Straight, boring, starting to bald, and definitely smelled of a too-strong-too-much cologne which they probably thought would enchant women. These men could walk into a bar and make the whole place a bit drier. Just by hearing them talk to each other one could be turned off, including people with weird and incredibly specific fetishes.

Maybe they’re not that bad, maybe I’m just exaggerating…

“So, can I guess a diamond like Ethan’s woman knows everything about Victoria’s Secret liquidity?” The shorter one said and let out an annoying laugh. “Ya know what I mean?” He elbowed the man to his right.

Oh dear God, they’re worse…

Ethan’s hand wrapped around your waist as he chuckled, and you uncomfortably smiled at the interaction of which you understood absolutely nothing.

“She’s not really into it,” he said and shook his head, “She used to have a career, you know?”

“Career?” The taller one talked, “My lady doesn’t even remember the meaning of career since I bought her first designer bag,” he started laughing with the other one again.

These types of younger stockbrokers were always mean to their partners when they were not around, always laughing too loud, always making stupid jokes, always patting in each other in the back as if they were in some contest. The misogyny contest, maybe. Who’s the biggest idiot? Find out after 5 minutes of meeting them.

You tried not to roll your eyes and instead insisted on keeping the smile on your face.

“I used to be an English teacher at a local high school,” you started, “before I met Ethan, of course.”

The two assholes with the one shared brain cell nodded uninterested and avoided your gaze, drinking from their glasses to show their clear un amusement at the situation.

From the corner of your eye, you saw the door open. The familiar dark brown locks made you turn your head to the person that had just walked in. And when your eyes met his you wanted to push Ethan’s hand aside in some instinct that rushed through you.

Frankie smiled at you from where he stood and raised his right hand to wave it.

You didn’t actually think he would show up, he hated this kind of thing just as much as you did. Trying to make small talk with boring people, the anecdotes that never made a single person laugh, and the dressing up… God, the fucking dressing up.

Putting on a suit was just so annoying for him, he had to be careful in a way that he didn’t have to worry about when he was part of the army. Back then he only needed his uniform clean and ready, it was comfortable, practical, and didn’t bring all these social situations with it.

So he didn’t bother to put on a suit. Black trousers and shoes, a white shirt that let everyone see his neck, and his hair was free of the baseball cap he usually wore. He looked fucking dreamy without even trying, and you weren’t the only one who thought so, because suddenly the housewives’ gossip turned into a game of guessing who was the hot stranger.

In a bit of a rush, caused by some jealousy you didn’t pay too much attention to, you grabbed Ethan by the arm.

“There’s someone I want you to meet,” you said.

His eyes returned to you, a mix of confusion and disinterest in them when he realized what you had said.

“Who? I thought your friends weren’t coming?”

“Yeah, the girls couldn’t make it, but—“

“Hi,” you got interrupted, “I’m Frankie.”

Frankie’s hand was in front of your fiancé before you even got to give him a heads up. Ethan looked at his hand and then his face when he finally shook it, the condescension that came with it was so rude, you gave him a killer gaze even though he couldn’t see it.

“Frankie?” He repeated.

“Francisco Morales,” you added, “My best friend from high school,” you lowered your voice, “Remember? I told you about him a couple of weeks—“

“Ah, yes! Frankie!” He said, nodding his head, “The navy guy, right?”

“Army…” you whispered.

“Army, actually,” Frankie said, slightly looking at Ethan up and down, “I’m retired now, though.”

“Really?” Ethan said, “I have a story about the army. You know, one time…”

In less than a minute, Frankie understood every complaint you had ever had about this man. He tried to keep his focus, he tried so hard he was constantly shifting his weight from one leg to the other. He stole moments to see you, standing there, trying to stop Ethan and always readjusting the strap of your dress when you didn’t succeed.

You looked beautiful, you always did. But that blue dress you were wearing made him want to take you right in front of all of these guests, the only thing stopping him from admiring you was the idiot in front of him. The man he hated before he even met, the one who had everything and took it all for granted.

He had to press one of his hands into a tight fist behind his back while he heard Ethan talk about himself and nothing else for about four to six minutes. The vanity of that man was obvious from a mile away. He couldn’t stop thinking about what he would do in his place, with all that money, with the enormous house, and most importantly, with the best woman in the world by his side. And the asshole didn’t care about any of those things.

“Yeah. Honey, I think Frankie would like to see the place…” you interrupted.

Your voice brought his focus back to you and he checked your cleavage with as much subtlety as possible. When he thought it was too much, his gaze returned to your angelical face and he just went into the same trance of taking in every feature and every gesture you made, all of them making sense and coming together like some puzzle. It was all you, all beauty, all perfect, and secretly all his.

“Sure, he can take a look around,” Ethan said without giving it a lot of thought, “You come with me, we have to show the Robinsons the new…”

Frankie had been ignoring the fact that this guy, was your fiancé. In all his hatred and critiques he had ignored that he was standing in the presence of the man that was supposed to care for you as he did, the one who should ask about your day first, the one whose hands should roam all over your body and make you scream in delight, not his.

And even though he wasn’t a mean person, something inside of him smirked with some malice at the current situation.

Sure, he could take you to Paris. But Frankie could take you to heaven without a dime being spent. You could put on fake smiles for looks and nice designer dresses all bought with his money, but you would only scream his name as if nobody would hear, you would always whisper in his ear how you were his. It was all a façade. Frankie and you were real. The relationship between you, although invisible, was real.

He puffed his chest at the small victory in his head and then said, “I’ll walk around,” he nodded.

And your reaction to his words reminded him of that 15-year-old girl who got mad at him for telling your mom you had homework to do before you could go out on a date with some guy he didn’t like. He wanted to pinch your cheeks in a playful manner like he used to do every time you gave him that look, one of those looks that said: “Thanks for that, you idiot” and only he could understand. But instead, he chuckled and grabbed the first drink he could see, not determined to actually see everything in the house, but curious enough to see what your father always talked so highly of.

Frankie knew your dad wasn’t his biggest fan. From the moment he turned 15 and laid his eyes with a lot more interest in his daughter than before, Frankie knew your dad could notice. And the worst was, he couldn’t do anything to stop him, because Frankie wasn’t a dick. He never disrespected you, he never hurt you, he never had bad intentions. Frankie knew how much your dad cared about your future, how much he wanted you to stop worrying about all the jobs he had to take in order to keep the lights on, how much he wished he could give his daughter more. He drove you home when your dad couldn’t pick you up, he was nice to your mom, he always talked to your dad with the same respect he used later in the army to talk to his superiors.

He had seen all the worries in the eyes of your father, some days shining brighter than others.

All of those worries right now away from his eyes, as Frankie looked at the backyard where your dad was leading a conversation with another man, your mother’s hand on top of his left one.

He turned around, deciding it was not yet time to meet them. He walked around the living room, making his way between all the rich, boring, and disinterested people. The kind of people you did not fit with, the kind your fiancé was. He saw all their expensive jewelry, the watches, the necklaces, the rings, and earrings. But nobody offered a smile to him, let alone look at him for more than 3 seconds.

All the money in the world couldn’t buy manners.

He stood in front of a painting, a large one that showed a beautiful landscape, probably some field in the Netherlands. Full of red and orange flowers, a purple-ish sky and green leaves spattered around the flowers. An expensive-looking painting, probably from some known painter he couldn’t remember the name of. A few steps away there was another painting, and then another one, the art seemed to continue. Bringing some life into the off-white colored walls, not even them could make the place a bit more enjoyable.

Maybe he was being an asshole, he thought. Maybe the place wasn’t so bad, the large tv, the tall lamps, the soft sofas, the chandelier, the waiters, the huge backyard, the overall insufferable ambiance weren’t so bad. Maybe he found it all just worse because he couldn’t imagine you liked this.

It certainly bothered him, he wanted to talk to you about it.

Suddenly the ego he had built when talking to Ethan wasn’t enough, suddenly Ethan and his money were winning, making him slightly paranoid when he saw you laugh at one of his jokes.

His hands closed into fists. The jealousy settled all over him, he regretted the walk he had just taken all by himself, he should have let you show him around.

When you finished forcibly laughing at the joke another stranger had made, one of the waiters tapped your shoulder.

“Ma’am, sorry to bother you. The chef seems to have run out of some spices he needs,” he informed.

Finally, an excuse.

“I’ll be right there,” you said, a bit too enthusiastically, “If you’ll excuse me, I need to talk to the chef inside.”

Nobody paid attention, Ethan just mumbled an agreement and you were quickly on your way back inside the house. Your eyes scanning the place, looking for Frankie amongst the guests, hoping those women hadn’t got their hands on him. Actually, the jealous one was you.

“Nice house,” said Frankie joining you on your way to the house.

You didn’t know whether you wanted to jump into his arms or push him aside for sending you away to listen to more of the same conversation.

Maybe you should just be happy he was there. And you could, if only you didn’t have to deal with something new every 30 minutes. More napkins, more champagne, more bread, more spices. The high heels were starting to hurt your feet and the alcohol you had previously drank was not working to make the night go faster. At this point, you wanted to sit down and just dig your fingers into Frankie’s hair. He just came in so handsome and you couldn’t do anything about it in public.

“Spices! Cumin! Paprika! Important!” The French chef exclaimed with a thick accent.

“On it, sir,” you said walking past the kitchen.

Frankie had been following every step you took, admiring every curve of your body now more evidently since fewer and fewer people were around. He licked his lips when contemplating the sway of your hips, hypnotizing him with every delicate and feminine move.

“Who bought you that dress?” He asked while walking.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You said turning right in a corner.

“It looks expensive.”

“Into fashion, eh?”

You finally opened the door to the medium-sized pantry, the room was dimly lit because of the tube light that needed changing. The place was neatly stacked with everything, snacks of all sorts, grains, spices, condiments, there was even a small desk with markers and tags for everything.

Frankie instantaneously recognized you had done this, you were organized and enjoyed spending time in tasks like branding stuff. You had once organized his “library” not once but twice in one day since you didn’t really like how it looked the first time.

He smiled at the memory and then returned his gaze to you, frantically looking for the things needed.

“Did he buy it for you?”

“Yeah, sure,” you said not giving it too much importance.

“Does he buy you more things?” He asked, looking for your eyes. “Designer bags? Invaluable paintings? Like the ones you have back there.”

You fumbled with another basket and sighed because of exhaustion and his annoying questions. You had started to hate any sort of money talk.

“Why does that even matter?”

Frankie closed the door behind you and quickly pressed himself against your back, trapping you between the cupboard and his body. His hands pressed your hips firmly.

“It matters because I don’t want him to think he can buy you…”

The heat of his body radiated right through you, the comfortable feeling distracting you from the task at hand. He was fucking addictive, one taste, one single touch, and he had you losing your mind. When he pressed his lips to your neck you gripped the basket with more strength.

“You live in this house, you have all this fancy stuff…” he said in between kisses, “but I know you, right?”

His hands began their usual travel all over your body, slowly caressing you. You closed your eyes at the nice feeling and warmth began to pool in between your legs.

“He can buy however many of these he wants,” he fisted the end of your dress in the middle of your thighs, “I’ll be the one who rips them off and take you… and I don’t need a fortune to do that…”

His right hand crept under your dress, feeling your soft flesh and bringing that sense of calmness with every passing second. His own body was burning not only with the need for your own but with the need to remind himself who you were, who you belonged to, whose name you moaned and cried when you were so close to your climax.

This ego was the one he was proud of, the ego that made you feel good. The ego that took some weight off of your shoulders and instead made you feel like floating. The ego that kissed you so softly and took you so roughly, it was mind-numbing.

You turned around, in a desperate look for his lips and your fingers dug into his hair when you pushed him into a kiss.

A little whimper was muffled with his mouth molding with yours so well, your tongues met and danced with hunger. Once again, everything was gone. It was only Frankie. He tasted the sweet champagne in your mouth and somehow found himself even more attracted to you, as if it could be possible. He didn’t want to break the kiss for one second, his lips continued to devour yours in a show of how much he wanted you. The possessiveness he felt over you was uncommon but very welcoming from you, only because it was him.

His hands slipped under your thighs to pick you up and sit you on top of the small desk, pushing the markers aside he spread your legs open and positioned himself in between them.

You separated and looked at him right in his eyes. You didn’t say anything, because you didn’t have to. His hands went straight to the straps of your dress, he pulled them down gently enough to not rip anything, but desperate enough to let a low groan when he felt that soft skin of yours he never wanted to stop touching.

His mouth returned to you, kissing any part available to him. Your face, your neck, your chest, your shoulders, your breasts. Biting softly to not leave any marks but still firm enough to make you whimper.

You could be caught at any second, any waiter could come in looking for you, your fiancé could come in looking for you. The door certainly wasn’t locked and the ambiance back there wasn’t loud enough to hide the loud moan you let out when his fingers first brushed your pussy.

“Shh,” he whispered in your ear, continuing to lift your dress until your lower half was completely revealed.

Naked, not even underwear on. Glistening and ready for him, he looked at your cunt with a hunger in his eyes, he prided himself in this. He had you like this in just a moment, his effect on you was so evident it put a grin on his face.

You’re my muse, my sin. I wrote a forbidden prayer and then worshipped you with it.

“You walk around this place like this, beautiful?” He said running his hands up your thighs.

“I thought,” you unbuttoned his shirt, “Well I had the slightest hope… that you’d come.”

Just what he wanted to hear.

Your hands traveled in between his shirt and his body, touching his torso and then pulling him closer to your body. His covered length pressed against your entrance, making another groan come out of your parted lips.

“Do you want this?”

He took your hand in his, guided it down his body until you covered his cock. His eyes closed at the friction, so sensible and ready to be inside you. He knew he didn’t have too much time but he still wanted you to come, to relieve all the stress he knew you were going through right now. He allowed you to keep handling him through his pants for a few more seconds, every passing one making it more difficult for him to stop you.

You caught his lips in between yours, giving open to another making-out session. Messier and even more hungry, your lipstick was definitely ruined at this point. Not like it worried you, Ethan could never notice the fucking difference.

Who the fuck cares about Ethan?

You took Frankie’s hand and brought it up to your breast. His palm first felt the weight of it and then began circling your nipple with his fingers. That feeling combined with the sounds coming out of him was only making you wetter and wetter.

He inserted one finger into you without notice, you jumped back a bit at the sensation with a hiss and grabbed onto the desk with both hands. When he let out a low hum of approval, he also added another finger. The perfect pressure and curve of his fingers inside of you made you drop your head back in between your shoulders, and a moan of his name left your lips.

Too loud.

“Don’t make a sound, baby.”

He covered your mouth with one hand, bringing you back to face him and your eyes met. The lust inside of his was revealing just how much he was enjoying this. He pumped his fingers in and out of you while he kept your gaze, making you shudder at the perfect pace he kept. He stimulated every single nerve in your cunt perfectly, the sensation making you roll your eyes and then focus on him again to try and plead for more when you couldn’t speak. You began meeting his fingers with a roll of your hips.

His thumb began rubbing your clit in slow and meaningful circles. You flinched in your place, making one of the items in the desk fall.

“Do you want them to find us?” He asked and you shook your head quickly, “Good, ‘cause I can’t stop this.”

It was true. He couldn’t stop, he wasn’t sure he could stop even if someone walked through the door. Your response to his actions was so addictive once he began, he couldn’t go back. He needed to be inside you.

“I’m gonna take my hand off,” he announced, still fingering you. “When I do, don’t make loud sounds. Be a good girl for me, okay?”

You nodded without really processing anything, the pleasure he was generating inside of you was clouding most thoughts. The roll of your hips didn’t satiate your needs anymore, his fingers coming in and out were calling for your orgasm. But you wanted more, you needed more.

“Inside me, Frankie,” you mumbled, “Please, I want you— fuck… I want you so bad.”

Frankie got his pants out of the way as soon as he could. Your raspy tone was like a siren song, he couldn’t wait one more second.

And just like that, he directed himself inside of you. Replacing his fingers with something bigger, something better, his cock. You had to bite his shoulder with the first thrust to make sure you didn’t straight-up scream. His right hand soothed your back slowly while he pulled out, just to bottom out once again, making another of those little whimpers come out of you.

His cock was splitting you open just perfectly. Sending shivers up your spine and making your vision blur with pleasure. The friction inside of your cunt was perfect.

Frankie panted as his pace went up, he put one hand on the desk to keep himself anchored. He knew by this point you were out, completely oblivious to anything else happening around you. He had to keep himself here, alert and paying attention like he was trained to do. But it was so hard whit your walls hugging him so tight. You were still so tight and so fucking good. It just made him lose his mind, made it harder to focus.

“Shit,” he panted, “Your pussy feels so good baby, so fucking good…”

Another whine.

“Do you like it like this?” He whispered in your ear, “Do you like me to fuck you in your own house? With that man just outside?”

Fuck, you did. You never thought cheating was a good thing. But it was impossible to deny how good this felt, fucking Frankie and giving everything to him when your fiancé was just out the door felt fucking good. It was wrong, probably. But you didn’t care. You’d do it thousand times more.

“Y-yeah…” you muttered.

He grabbed your hips and pushed himself even harder against you. You leaned back until you were resting on your hands behind you, biting your lip so no sound could come out.

Frankie took it all in. The picture of you taking his hard cock at a brutal pace and your tits bouncing just on top of that dress that made you look like a goddess, your eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed in pleasure. He felt himself getting closer and closer.

“Come for me, baby,” He asked.

He kept thrusting in and out, every vein pulsing inside of you. A moan came out of you when your lips parted and he introduced a finger into your mouth.

“Quiet baby, quiet for me…”

You sucked on his fingers, needy. Your eyes found him again and the groan he let out might have been the one that was too loud this time.

You were spent, you came undone and let his finger fall out of your mouth when your orgasm hit. You put one hand on his chest, just asking to slow the pace so you could work through the overstimulation.

“That’s it,” he whispered, putting his hand on top of yours, “Good girl, just like that.”

He knew when you opened your eyes and looked at him through heavy-lidded eyes that he could continue. He grabbed onto the desk with his right hand, and the left one he kept on top of yours, his thumb brushing it softly. He wouldn’t last much longer, not when the aftershocks of your orgasm were pulling him in tighter.

The picture of your spent body, a slight sheen, your soft flesh tired and languid, when you grabbed your tit and started massaging it to soothe yourself Frankie thought you were better art than what he had seen outside. He spilled inside of you, grabbing your hand and pressing it into his chest. You felt his heart thumping with the same intensity as his pants.

He kept his cock inside of you, regaining his normal breathing pace while you silently watch him. Your right hand went up to brush some curls out of his handsome face, and your eyes connected after that.

“You did so good,” he kissed your hand, “So good girl…”

He felt tired, he needed a bed to fall asleep with you. No one had ever worn him out like you did every time he fucked you. And he still wanted more, every time. He would usually lay down beside you long enough to recover and then continue.

But time was running.

He pulled out of you and gave you a slow and reassuring kiss. Sweetly sealing your secret once again. Finally sure of how much you wanted him again, and how important he was to you. Sure that no matter what was waiting outside, you were his, and you’d be ready for him anywhere, any time.

He was the “nobody” who could make you see stars. He didn’t care about the people outside knowing that, he was just happy with you. Fuck everyone else.

“We should go back,” you whispered on top of his lips.

He nodded and quietly put the straps of your dress back into place.

“Thank you, Frankie.”

When you both had finally dressed correctly again, you let out a big sigh. Mentally preparing yourself, and he noticed.

“Hey, come on,” he patted your shoulder softly, “Do not die of boredom, you’ve got this.”

You smiled and he responded just as sincerely. Fuck, so goddam handsome.

The event was fucking boring, the people were the worst, the night was still young. But you had Frankie, here, and in the living room. Things weren’t so bad, not when you had each other.

You walked out of the pantry with all the spices the chef had asked for, and Frankie’s cum slowly dripping out of you.

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Part 3

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