Chapter 46 - White Noise

Requested: No

Genre: Canon-AU, smut

Pairing: ? (at this stage undecided) x Reader or is it Baekhyun x Reader ?

Warnings: 18+ fic, minors DNI! Smut, sexting, phone sex, masturbation (m & f), use of a vibrator, dirty talk, swearing, mention of threesome. We’re headed towards filth territory and this is the penultimate chapter okay?

Word Count: 6,958

A/N:I said two chapters to go last time but NOW there are two chapters left. Huge thanks to @way-of-the-sun​ for beta reading and fixing mistakes I missed.  I’m putting all of it under the jump because it’s pretty spicy from the get go.

You had gotten the response you wanted. He wasn’t shying away from this. You pictured him in his room, the room where the two of you had thoroughly explored each other's bodies. Repeatedly. The room where you lost count of how many times you came. The room where, even a day later, you could still feel the ghost of his caress against your body. Desire bloomed within you.

[4:31pm] You: So tell me, what would you do to me? 

[4:31pm] You: Because I am absolutely not thinking about you in a family friendly way right now. 

[4:31pm] You: How would you touch me Baek?

His response came immediately, both saying everything and nothing at once. Your mind began to cloud over with desire. It’s not like you hadn’t sexted before and it absolutely was part of his request. You were doing this for him… at least that’s what you were telling yourself.

You wanted him to feel comfortable enough to get specific with you. Dancing around the details wasn’t going to get either of you anywhere. The need in you was growing faster than you cared to admit. You knew how adept he was with his words and now was the time to test the full extent of his skills. 

[4:31pm] Baek: How would I touch you?

[4:31pm] You: You could always remind me ;)

You scoffed at his replies. The audacity of this man knew no bounds and the fact that you weren’t even remotely mad about it should have told you something. 

[4:31pm] Baek: I think we both know how I’d touch you.

[4:32pm] Baek: Would it kill you to ask nicely?

[4:32pm] Baek: Since I am wonderful and amazing and kind and generous I’ll help you out.

[4:32pm] Baek: You already look pretty relaxed on the bed so how about this? I want you to follow my instructions and touch yourself like I tell you to, like I would if I were in the room.

[4:32pm] Baek: And what might that be?

[4:32pm] You: You forgot modest and humble.

[4:32pm] Baek: Don’t answer that.

[4:32pm] You: This bed is comfortable. It is missing something though.

[4:32pm] You: You on top of me. 

You smiled as you sent the message, knowing the exact look that would pass over his features as he read it. You could practically hear his laugh.

[4:32pm] You: Ignore my previous retort. Please.

As you lay back on the bed you felt your body heat up in anticipation. Excitement crept through your veins, feeling increasingly like your nerve endings were live wires. You did as he instructed before sending your reply to him.

[4:32pm] Baek: Wow, that was such a cheesy line. I said listen to my instructions, not to make jokes like me.

[4:33pm] You: And then?

His reply did not take long, yet you were eagerly awaiting his reply already. 

[4:32pm] Baek: I want you to lie back and spread your knees.

You sighed as your fingers made contact with your body. It wasn’t like this wasn’t an action that was foreign to you but somehow it felt different. 

[4:33pm] Baek: Touch yourself, slowly at first.

[4:33pm] Baek: How does that feel?

[4:33pm] Baek: Are you wet noona?

[4:33pm] You: Feels good Baek.

[4:33pm] Baek: Let your nails graze over your skin and pretend it’s me.

Far more than you cared to admit. You had soaked through your panties before you’d even so much as touched yourself.  

[4:33pm] You: Yes.

[4:33pm] You: Makes me want more.

[4:33pm] You: DCIM387523.jpg sent

[4:33pm] Baek: Show me.

Part of you was glad that you couldn’t see his face when he saw the image but a much needier, much hornier part of you wished you could see how much the image affected him.

You bit your lip as you stared at the image. It was clearly not his first dick pic because beginners luck with dick pics was not a thing. He was hard, the tip of his cock already leaking pre-cum. You were reminded of all that he could do with said cock, and exactly how it felt inside of you. How perfectly it fit and how it made you cry out in pleasure. It was taking far more self control than you had anticipated to refrain from getting yourself off. That wasn’t what this reward was about though. It was about following his instructions and so far you were succeeding.

[4:33pm] Baek: Please. Wanna see how much you want me.

[4:34pm] Baek: Your panties are ruined and I have barely begun.

[4:34pm] Baek: So needy for me.

[4:34pm] Baek: Look at what you’ve done to me baby.

[4:34pm] Baek: DCIM5932123.jpg sent

The flood of desire in you just kept growing. So much so that you did seriously consider putting on a bathrobe and booking it to his room so that you could sink down on his cock. You clenched around nothing, feeling so empty and all you wanted was to feel him inside you again. You were getting tremendously worked up, and you knew you wouldn’t last long. 

[4:34pm] You: Fuck.

[4:34pm] Baek: Fuck that’s hot.

[4:34pm] You: Because I do.

[4:34pm] You: Feels so much better than my fingers ever will.

A whimper left your mouth as you closed your eyes and let the sensations overtake you. You let his words paint the picture of his hands digging into your sides as his mouth worked its way down your body, leaving a trail of love bites in its wake. Of his fingers pushing into your heat, drawing moan after moan out of you, stopping right before you came only to resume his actions with vigour as he watched you fall apart beneath him. Logically you knew that it was you touching yourself but with your eyes closed it was much easier to suspend disbelief and imagine that your hands were Baek’s, that you could feel his mouth on your skin and his voice in your ear. Even when he wasn’t physically present in the room, the man was overwhelming.

[4:34pm] Baek: Slow down baby. Don’t rush.

[4:34pm] You: Is it cheesy to say I miss your cock?

[4:34pm] Baek: Imagine I’m there with you.

[4:34pm] Baek: Think about my mouth on your neck, marking you up. Look at the mark on your hip and imagine me giving you a matching one on the other side.

[4:34pm] Baek: Think about my hand moving between your legs.

So much so that you had forgotten to respond to him. You were busy giving into the Baek your imagination had created that you had forgotten that the real Baek was present - even if it was just via text. 

[4:36pm] Baek: Yah! Don’t leave me on read because you’re busy masturbating.

[4:34pm] Baek: Move your hands slowly down your body, like I would.

You heard the message notification but didn’t want to cease the motions of your fingers in order to answer it. One hand was busy tracing light patterns around your nipples, your nails occasionally grazing over the sensitive flesh before you squeezed it between your thumb and finger. The other hand traced down your body, caressing your skin as you got closer and closer to where you needed to touch the most. 

Ring Riinnngg You jumped at the sound of your phone ringing, the sound shocking you back to reality. You saw Baek’s name and sucked in a breath as you realised that you had forgotten to continue texting him. But now he was calling, which meant you’d hear his voice and he’d hear how desperate you were for him to touch you. It would be embarrassing if he hadn’t heard you like this before… however that was in person. Lest you ignore his call as well and completely fail at providing the other half of his reward, you answered. “Baek.”

His voice was rough on the other end of the line. Hearing how affected he was made you clench around nothing, once again feeling far too empty. You let out a soft whine, a sound that was not missed by his ears. “Put me on speaker baby. Then your hands can keep occupied. You just have to listen to my voice.”

“This is much hotter than I thought it would be.” You admitted. 

You heard his breathy laugh through the speaker. “I can’t disagree with you on that.” You could hear his laboured breathing as he jerked himself off. “You know what?” He asked.

“What Baek?” You replied, your voice breathier than you ever remembered hearing it.

“If I was there right now, I’d tease you until you begged me to let you cum.” He grunted. “You know I would.” 

You whimpered, flashbacks of the hours you endured of him edging you flooding your brain. You licked your lips as you listened to the sound of his hand working his shaft. “God I want your cock in my mouth, to watch you come undone as I suck you off.” It wasn’t a lie, you had enjoyed every second of blowing his mind the first time you’d given him head. 

You heard him pick up the pace, soft whines sounding through the speaker as he really started to imagine he was fucking into your mouth. “You look so good with my cock in your mouth as well. Fuck.” He was really getting into this fantasy, really giving himself over to it, just as you were.  “You can use two fingers now. I know it’s not the same as my hands or cock but it’ll have to do for now.”

You plunged your fingers into your soaked heat, moaning loudly at the feeling of them. They weren’t enough though and they never would be. Not when you knew what all of him felt like, not when you knew exactly how he could make your body react. “Want. Fuck. Need more Baek.” You whimpered. “Wanna feel you.”

“I know you do baby, but you can’t have more right now. You’re just gonna have to fuck yourself on your fingers for me.” He moaned as he thought of stuffing you full of his cock, fucking you until you couldn’t form words. “Let me hear you.”

You moved the phone so it sat between your legs, hyper aware of how he could now hear exactly how wet you were for him. “Christ I’m so fucking hard for you, you know that right?” He groaned. “That sounds so fucking hot, holy shit. You’re dripping for me baby.”

You moaned again, hearing his voice like this was tearing you apart. “Tell me. Unf. Tell me what you’re doing.”

“I’m lying on the bed, pants around my ankles as I jerk myself off wishing I was fucking your mouth or your pussy instead of my fist. You feel amazing wrapped around my cock, like your body was made for me.” 

“Shit.” You whimpered. “What I wouldn’t give to sink down on your cock right now.” You sped up your movements, chasing your high.

He groaned loudly. “Fuck. You have a filthy mouth, you know that noona?”

“I’m visiting the gutter at present.” You smiled.

He laughed, never ceasing his rapid movements. “How committed to the gutter are you right now?”

“I’m having phone sex, what do you think?” You chuckled, your breath hitching as your hand grazed your clit.

“Touche.” He replied, grunting as his body responded to the sounds you were making. “By chance did you bring any toys with you? Long shot I know.”

“I. Fuck.” You replied. “I brought my vibrator with me.”

“Shit. Go get it.” He slowed his movements while he waited for you to retrieve your toy. He really wanted to cum at the same time as you but if the sounds you were making with just your fingers were any indication, he was in for an impossible task. He heard you return to the bed and instructed. “Turn it on, low speed. Keep fucking yourself on your fingers for me. I want you to hold it just far enough from your clit that you have to grind into it to feel it.” He started moving his own hand again once he could hear the low buzz of your vibrator and the squelch of your fingers. He was matching his pace to yours and every time you moaned or whimpered his name, he felt his cock twitch. “Fuck noona, the sounds you’re making are so hot.”

You’d forgotten to respond to him but at this point he didn’t really care. He could hear everything you were doing, everything he had instructed you to do and the sounds you were making were driving him insane. “If I was there, I’d be fucking you into that mattress so hard you wouldn’t be able to walk properly. I can hear how wet you are for me baby.”  

You cried out his name as you moved even faster, hearing him do the same. “Feels so good Baek, not as good as your cock but holy shit.” You could feel that familiar tingling in your core, and knew that you weren’t far from reaching your peak.

He cried out in ecstasy. “Shit. I don’t know how much longer I’m going to last noona. You’re making such sweet noises for me.”

You whimpered. “Baek, please.” It felt so good and like not enough all at once.  

He panted, somehow still able to form coherent thoughts. “You wanna cum baby?”

“I’m so close, please, I need more.” You whined. 

“Increase the speed and get yourself off baby. However you need to, just let me hear you as you come undone for me.” He listened as you increased the speed, crying out as you pressed the vibrator against your clit, holding it there while you fucked yourself on your fingers. “So good for me. Fuck I -”

“Baek.” You moaned. You were so close, so fucking close but you needed to hear him. To hear him lose it at the sound of you fucking yourself like he told you to. 

“Mmmph, yes baby?” He moaned, so close to finishing, you could tell by the strain in his voice, the speed of his hand and the erratic breathing.

“I wanna hear you cum. Please.” Your final request was all that it took to throw him over the edge, and hearing him moan your name as he came hurtled you into your own orgasm which made you see stars.

For a few moments all that could be heard was erratic breathing. Baek broke the silence. “Holy shit.”

“No kidding.” You replied, a post orgasm smile forming on your face. 

***

“You’re sure you messaged him?” Minseok asked as he paced around the room. He’d been doing this for the past five minutes and it was beginning to stress you out.

You reassured him. “Positive. I’m sure he’ll be here soon.” You could see that your words weren’t having the desired effect so you stood and moved to block the path he was wearing through the carpet. 

He realised what you had done at the last possible moment and stopped before he walked smack bang into you. You grabbed his hand, your free hand cupping his cheek. “Hey, calm down. This dinner isn’t a big deal.”

Minseok narrowed his eyes at you as he fidgeted. “Maybe not for you, but I feel like I’m about to embarrass myself in front of someone I work with, and live with.”

“You seriously need to just trust me.” You sighed. “Plus the first part of this dinner isn’t even about you anyway.”

The sound of knuckles rapping on the door caused Minseok’s next words to freeze in his throat. You gestured at him to look normal as you moved to open the door. He did his best but anxiety was seeping out of him in waves. There was no way Baek wouldn’t know something was off about him.

Baekhyun stepped into the room, grinning and giving you a hug. “I’m sorry I’m late! I fell asleep earlier and only just woke up.”

“You must have been tired Baek.” You smirked.

“I was worn out.” He said with a glint in his eye.

You ignored his comment, knowing full well what would happen if the two of you indulged in banter for any length of time, and instead chose to lead both of them further into the room. You turned around when you reached the small multipurpose table that was going to serve as your dining table. “Organising dinner was on me and I figured that since the final tour date is in two days that you could both have a bit of a cheat meal.” You saw words of protest appear on both of their lips, Baek’s far less truthful than Minseok's. “Before you complain, I ordered Korean food. I know you’ve been missing it. I didn’t order the healthiest food imaginable but it’ll be delicious and hopefully comforting.”

Minseok smiled at you. “That actually sounds great.”

“And Baek, don’t worry, there’s no cucumbers this time.”

Baekhyun did a little happy dance which made both you and Minseok laugh. “Noona doesn’t hate me!” He sang.

You looked down at your phone as you checked the app and saw how far away the driver was. “It should be here soon. I’ll go down to the lobby to collect it while you two set up somewhere to eat. I’ll be back soon.” You gestured around the room to help them get the message that they needed to move things around so that you could all eat. 

Minseok sent you a warning glare as you left the room. “Noona,” You ignored the complaint in his voice, knowing that if all went well you’d probably pay for that action later. Right now what mattered was getting some food into all of you.

***

Minseok set down his chopsticks after finishing a piece of chicken. “Alright, enough stalling. Tell us about your meeting.” You had been waiting for him to broach the topic, figuring maybe his nerves about the other conversation might have pushed this one out of the way.

Baekhyun was a little less gracious, immediately speaking whilst still trying to eat. The guy could sing and dance at the same time but he could not eat and talk simultaneously - no matter how hard he tried. “Yeah, what happened?” He started in between bites of his piece of chicken. “What did they say?” Another bite. “What did you say?” Another bite.

“Are you staying with us?” Minseok asked softly.

“Are they assigning you to another group?” Baekhyun asked with a certain amount of worry in his voice.

“Guys, calm down.” You set your own chopsticks down so you could talk to them before they bombarded you with questions. “The meeting went well. It was with two of the managers and Junmyeon was there as EXO’s representative. We all just discussed the criteria I was given when I took on the role. Feedback was provided from the staff as well as from you guys and then I provided my own opinions regarding my performance. Overall it was quite positive.” You smiled. It was the truth - the meeting was positive. Mostly.

Baek cheered as he engulfed you in a hug. “That’s great news! See we all told you how great you are at your job.”

Minseok however, was more reserved. He had a half smile on his face that said he knew there was more to the story than what you’d provided. “Why am I sensing a ‘it was quite positive, but’ moment?”

Baek stilled, refusing to detach himself from you. You sighed. “They have to send the performance discussion to the CEO and then he will make the final decision about my employment after your final performance. We won’t know the outcome until we’re back in Korea.”

“So you just get to stress about it until then? That doesn’t seem fair.” Baek muttered.

“I’m stressing about a few things.” You replied honestly. Maybe it was time to let them know what your brain had been wrestling with. 

“Like what?” Minseok asked earnestly as he reached across the table and grabbed your hand. “You know you can tell us. No matter what it is.”

You nodded. “Of course I’m stressed about my job. If they don’t keep me working with you guys, will they assign me to another group at SM or will I be going back to Mr. Kim and waiting for him to find me another group to teach?”

Baek rubbed your shoulders, muttering to no one in particular about the tightness of your muscles. His touch was both calming and distracting, which was precisely your problem. He paused to reassure you. “I’m going to speak for all of us when I say that you are great at your job regardless of the reward system you implemented. It was a definite bonus but even without that aspect of the lessons, we all improved greatly.”

Minseok squeezed your hand as he stared at you, his eyes full of warmth and love. “You’ll land on your feet no matter what happens there. You’re an excellent teacher and the company would be dumb to let you go to their competition.”

“That is another thing I stressed about.” You said, soft voice thick with emotion. “Were you only so willing to learn because it wasn’t always exactly professional? Our relationship was blurred before I was employed as your teacher.” It was something you had been increasingly unsure of recently. Would they have been as attentive and willing to learn if you had been less familiar and suggestive with them? Had you taken advantage of the situation? Had you taken advantage of them? These were all questions you were beginning to ask yourself and the negative thoughts  were growing louder by the day in your mind.

As if sensing the inner turmoil you were feeling, Minseok moved his chair closer to you so that he could grab your free hand. “If anything I think the fact that we knew you and got along with you before you were our teacher only helped make us feel more relaxed around you.” He smiled at the man who had resumed back hugging you. “Like Baek said, the less than professional side of the lessons was a bonus but at the end of the day you took our learning styles into consideration and adjusted the way you taught to suit each of us. That is not something every company assigned teacher does. They usually stick to their lesson plans rigidly and we have to work harder if their style of teaching is not beneficial for us.” 

His words pierced through, causing you to feel far more emotional than you had planned to be this evening. “Thank you Minnie.” You said, your voice trembling slightly. 

He released one of your hands to wipe away a stray tear that had escaped your eyes. “You are a phenomenal teacher. Don’t cheapen what you’ve accomplished just because you happen to have slept with us.” You choked out a laugh as he wiped a few more tears away. “We are all incredibly proud of our super talented friend and teacher for doing what no one else had been able to accomplish - teaching EXO English.” You smiled genuinely at that, thanking him for his words.

You tried to shrug but the act was harder to do with Baekhyun restricting your movement. “Pretty much.”

 “Was that everything you’re stressing about?” Baek asked softly from behind you, his head resting on your shoulder.

You shook your head. “Nothing I feel like discussing at this time though.” He narrowed his eyes at you in concern while you felt Baek remove himself from behind you, dragging his chair closer to Minseok’s so he could see your face as well. You saw the concern in his eyes and all you wanted to do was get away from this conversation. You weren’t ready for that part of the conversation yet and they would both have to trust you enough to not try and push you for answers. “I promise I will tell you as soon as I’m ready. I won’t dwell on it or anything like that.”

Baek crossed his arms. “I’d better not have to find you by the Han River again after you’ve gotten too upset.”

Minseok wasn’t having it. “I can tell from your face that there’s more…”

“You won’t. I promise.” You assured him. You had no intention of feeling as lost as you had that day. He nodded, sharing a look with Minseok that told you that they believed you and would let it go for now, but that this conversation wasn’t over. You would tell them eventually but you needed to work out the answer yourself before you even brought it up with them. You took a sip of your drink and wondered how exactly the conversation had been derailed so much that you had shed tears. That was not what tonight was supposed to be about. “I’m changing the topic now.” You stated. “How do you feel about the tour coming to an end?”

Baek smiled. “It’s been a lot of fun actually getting to visit places where we never thought we’d have that many fans. We’re only done with the American leg of the tour though. We’ve got the encore show in Seoul to prepare for, then the tour will officially be finished.” He licked his lips. “And then I can eat all the pizza I want.”

Minseok laughed as he begrudgingly added. “But then we have to start to work on the next album as well as CBX’s Japanese debut.”

“No rest for the wicked.” You replied.

Minseok shook his head. “No rest on the horizon for us. Are we tired? Sure. Do we love what we do? Absolutely. I think we all realise that we kind of get to rest in a couple of years once we have to start enlisting. EXO will have to take a break then.”

Baek chuckled. “We’re all workaholics though. So we’ll rest but to most people we’ll still appear to have too many schedules.”

Minseok sighed as he shook his head. “Why do we keep moving to heavy topics of discussion? Can we stick to lighter things?”

“Pick a topic then.” You smiled.

“Hyung. I think you owe me an apology.” Baekhyun blurted out.

Minseok looked bewildered. “For what?” He asked.

Baek stood abruptly and pointed back and forth between you and Minseok vigorously. “I was right the whole time! You and noona were fucking, the entire time!”

“Baek, seriously?” You blurted.

“It’s ok.” Minseok smirked. An unexpected action given the man was a nervous wreck not even an hour ago but he was if anything, never to be underestimated. “Baek, tell me, when have I ever denied it?” He asked, his head cocked to the side.

“What? Yah! You did though! Every time I brought it up!” Baek’s voice was increasing in volume as he got worked up.

Minseok however, remained the picture of unbothered, leaning further back in his chair as he got comfortable. Every other time Baek had brought up the idea of you and Minseok fucking, the elder had always been one breath away from punching him, but now that there were no bystanders he was toying with Baek. “No. I just never confirmed it. I never said we weren’t though. You just assumed that since I never told you you were right.” He shrugged.

Baek’s mouth opened and closed rapidly as he tried to find a fault in Minseok’s reasoning. “I. But. You.”

Minseok raised a brow. “You know I’m right.” He said.

Baek nodded a few times as he realised he had never heard Minseok or you deny that you were sleeping together. “Smooth hyung, smooth.”

“Shut up.” Minseok muttered, laughing under his breath, light dancing in his eyes.

“Wait! I have a question then.” He blurted.

Minseok groaned, that light dimming slightly. “Why do I know I’m not going to like this question…” 

“Don’t hate me. I’m just really curious.” Baek grinned.

“Fine.” He said.

“Since the two of you were fucking the whole time, how did a reward even work for you?” 

“Baek.” You warned. 

“What?” He exclaimed. “You told me everyone got a sexual reward, or punishment, and I get that. But if the two of you were already well acquainted with each other's bits then how could anything sexual still count as a reward for you?” It was a valid question, and the more you thought about it, it did lead to telling Baek about the threesome… and you were curious to see if Minseok would take the bait.

Minseok’s reply was guarded. The easygoing light was gone from his eyes, replaced by a wall. You willed him to just relax and tell Baek everything, knowing it would be better for Minseok’s confidence if it came from him rather than you. “I made a request.”

“But haven’t had it fulfilled yet?” He asked.

“Correct.” 

It was like trying to draw blood from a stone and Baek was doing his best to be respectful in how he asked. “Like, I don’t mean to pry but you have to know that kind of response only makes me more curious about what you asked for hyung.”

“Don’t play dumb Baek, you know what I asked for.” Minseok snapped. “She already told me that she accidentally spilled that information.” He groaned, embarrassed by the entire situation.

Baek took it in his stride as he continued the conversation as though Minseok wasn’t trying everything in his power to end it. “I have follow up questions.”

“Baek.” You tried. He shot you a look that said he’s my hyung and I know his moods better than you do sweetheart.

He pressed on with his questions. “Have you planned it yet?”

“What?” Minseok replied, growing exasperated but not surprised by the younger's antics.

“I don’t know hyung! I assume threesomes take planning?!” Baek threw his hands in the air, laughing nervously. 

Minseok stilled, finally understanding that Baek was trying to make him feel at ease with the topic at hand. “I. No, it has not been planned yet.”

“Oh, ok.” He replied, unsure of where to go next. 

Minseok put his head in his hands and grumbled. “Can we please stop talking about this?”

Baek smiled at Minseok lovingly. “Sorry hyung, I was just curious. Didn’t mean to make you self conscious.” He cleared his throat. “Just to be clear, there is absolutely no judgement from me, in case that was something you were now feeling weird about.”

Minseok had not removed his face from his hands but he still replied. “It’s fine. It’s just not a normal topic of conversation.”

It was time for you to step in and try to get this conversation to where it needed to go. Baek was closing in on it but had not asked the right question, nor did it seem like Minseok was going to provide the information required even if he had been asked the right question. “Baek, how do you feel about threesomes?” You asked.

Baek had not been expecting that question. “Well I’ve never had one noona, but I dunno, they sound like they could be good if the right people were involved.”

You pressed on, hoping that if you didn’t provide him room to think too much he wouldn’t make an ill-timed joke.“If you were to be involved in one, would you opt for two women or a man and a woman?” 

He mulled over the question for a bit, taking it seriously. “As hot as two women sounds, it also seems like a lot of work,” he began and you heard a small laugh from Minseok. Okay maybe jokes weren’t the worst thing Baek could throw into this conversation. “and not gonna lie I’d probably just watch the two of them and cum embarrassingly fast.” He laughed nervously. “So I’d probably go for a man and a woman.” He saw the look in your eyes and exclaimed. “What?”

You shook your head. “Nothing. I just appreciate your honesty.”

“You’re welcome?” He replied, slightly confused and feeling rather exposed. He fidgeted for a moment before standing and pointing at the fridge. “I’m getting a drink.”

Once Baekhyun was out of earshot Minseok glared at you and hissed. “What are you doing noona?”

You smiled innocently. “What? This is the perfect way to introduce the idea to him.”

Minseok was wrestling with his anxiety and fear of rejection. “But. Shit, I don’t know. Why is this so nerve wracking?” He wanted to get it out there but he was so terrified of the response.

It was your turn to squeeze his hand in reassurance. “Just follow my lead now, then if things go like I think they might, I’ll follow your instructions later.” You winked.

“...Fine.” He replied, not entirely certain that this wasn’t all going to end in flames.

You leaned over and whispered in his ear. “Just so you know, if this topic of conversation hadn’t come up naturally I was just going to bring it up. This is a far better way to do it though. Plus, you are not blind, you can see he’s interested.” You kissed his cheek as you pulled away.

“Can the floor just open up and swallow me already?” He groaned, looking anywhere but at you or Baek..

“So Baekkie,” You smiled. “I have some questions now.”

“Why are you looking at me like that?” He asked suspiciously.

“Like what?” You replied.

He stared at you. “Like a cat circling a mouse.”

“No idea what you’re talking about.” You replied, cutting him off before he could say anything more. “Anyway, my questions. Will you answer five questions for me?”

“Um, ok.” He looked confused but he rarely refused games involving questions with you. “Does Minseokkie have to answer as well?” He asked.

“He doesn’t have to,” You replied as you brushed your hand over Minseok’s leg.. “but I think it would be more fun if he did.”

“Okay.” Baek replied.

“Maybe.” Minseok added.

Here went nothing. Things were about to either get really awkward or work out swimmingly. “Do you like to watch?” You asked.

Baekhyun replied slowly. “That’s very vague noona.”

You replied sarcastically. “Given the previous topic of discussion I felt like it didn’t need to be more specific.” Neither of the two men looked like they were opting to speak first which simply was not going to work for you. “Fine. I’ll rephrase. Does the idea of watching two people having sex appeal to you?”

Baekhyun nodded. “I’ve watched porn, so that feels like a given.” He said matter of factly.

“Yeah.” Minseok agreed.

“Does the idea of having someone tell you where to touch your partner, and how to fuck them turn you on?” You asked, hoping this question would elicit more of a response out of them.

Baek shifted in his seat, a slight blush tinting his ears. “I, um. That. Yeah, that does sound really hot actually.”

Minseok however, as you expected, was not as enthralled by the idea of giving up control. “Hmm, not really.” He replied succinctly.

“Does the image of you and another guy sharing a woman, fucking her at the same time, hearing her fall apart because of the pleasure you’re both giving her make you feel some type of way?” It definitely made you feel some type of way, and you knew both of them were interested in the idea of a threesome so this question should have been an easy one to respond to.

Baekhyun swallowed thickly. “Fuck.” He was a bit flustered, the tips of his ears turned slightly red.  “Um, yes. That sounds really fucking hot.” He nodded.

Minseok still looked guarded but there was a fire in his eyes that told you all you needed to know. “Yes.” was the only reply you received.

Time for the final step. There was no taking this image back once you’d put it out there. “Would the idea of the woman being me, and the other guy being your hyung be a turn off?”

Baekhyun smiled softly, a complete dichotomy to the nature of the question you had asked. “Actually, not to expose myself here, but that’s what I’ve been imagining this whole time, and as long as it doesn’t get weird then no, it is absolutely not a turn off at all.” He avoided looking at either of you out of slight embarrassment. 

Minseok stilled, his breathing rough. “Fuck.” Reality slammed into him as he finally knew that his request was possible and that he would not be rejected.

You pressed on, hoping to calm the tension that was growing in the room. Baekhyun had yet to look at either of you after admitting that he was turned on at the thought of sharing you with his hyung. “Would you believe that your hyung picked you to be the one he wanted involved in his reward?”

His head shot up, eyes wide. “What?”

Minseok suddenly felt very exposed. “Noona!” He yelled.

Baekhyun shook his head. “Wait really?” He pointed at himself. “Me?”

You nodded, grinning as you replied. “Yes. You.”

He sucked in a deep breath and looked at Minseok. “I want to preface this with, I am flattered and 100% down for this but I have a question.” Minseok waited. “Why me hyung?” He asked.

Minseok looked torn between being relieved that this request seemed within his grasp and hoping that the earth would crack open and swallow him whole so that he didn’t have to explain to Baekhyun why he chose him for a threesome with you. “Uh… do I have to answer?” 

Baek narrowed his eyes at Minseok. “Yeah. You do.”

He took a deep breath and averted his gaze as he spoke, still embarrassed to be saying this in front of Baek. “You seem open minded, you have never shamed me when I’ve let a kink drop in a conversation.”

Baek nodded. “True.”

Minseok fidgeted with his hands as the anxiety worked its way out of him. “I also, uh this is embarrassing, I like to be in charge when it comes to sex. And I don’t think you’re the type who would challenge me on that.” He finally turned his gaze to Baek as he uttered his next sentence. “I also trust you not to fuck this up.”

“Thanks hyung.” Baek smiled brightly, laughing to himself right after. “Wow, what a fucking weird conversation.” He took a beat to centre himself before honestly replying. “Uh, you aren’t wrong though.” He shrugged. “I have no problem taking charge during sex but I also take instruction well and don’t care if I’m calling the shots or not.” Thay boyish grin returned to his face as he couldn’t help himself. “I’m just happy to be there.”

“Noona,” Minseok said as he waved his hand in front of your face. “Are you ok?” He asked.

“Hmm?” You shook your head as your eyes focused on the two men staring at you. “Sorry, I was just thinking about…” You replied, not realising how off with the fairies you had been.

“About what?” Baekhyun asked, a knowing gleam in his eyes.

Your breath shuddered as you spoke. “About both of you fucking me. Sorry, my brain is heavily distracted right now.” You bit your lip as you tapped your temple with your finger. “There are a lot of incredibly hot images taking place in there.”

“So uh, I guess the question of the hour is - are we doing this now?” Minseok asked quietly. Even though Baekhyun had all but jumped for joy at being selected as the third person, Minseok was still nervous about the whole thing. You remained silent while he posed the question, having led the discussion to this point, you were curious to see if he’d take over and lead from here. He gestured between all three of you before he continued speaking, his voice gaining in confidence the more he spoke. “Clearly we are all down for it, and none of us are unaffected right now. But do we need some time to consider it?”

You shook your head. He knew you were down bad for it since you kept drifting off into a daze whenever you thought about it. He all but smirked at you before turning his focus to Baek.

“I don’t need any time.” Baekhyun replied. It wasn’t a rushed response, just one he sounded very sure of. Both of your gazes focused on Minseok. His response would determine if you were fucking these two men tonight or if you were scheduling a threesome, which seemed like the strangest possible calendar entry you could make.

“I’m down,” He loosened a breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding in. “I’ll just need a little bit of time to mentally prepare for it.” His gummy smile flashing as he realised the situation he was discussing. Baek raised his hand. “Uh, yes?” Minseok replied.

“I have more questions.” He paused, thinking over his next words carefully. “I’m completely up for this experience but we are going to have to talk about how it will work y’know. So we don’t overstep or make it weird.” 

You smiled warmly at both of them, proud that Minseok had persevered through his nerves to get to this point. He hadn’t been rejected (and you knew he never had that to fear) and was actually manifesting going through with it tonight. Proud of Baek for having the forethought to ask about boundaries to make sure the experience was good for all involved. Rather than coo at them about any of that, you decided to try and act nonchalant in an attempt to hide how badly you wanted both of them. “Alright then how about you go prepare. We’ll know when you return if Xiumin is getting his reward tonight or not.” You looked at Baek. “And if Xiu comes out, we will discuss how things will proceed. It’s his reward - we’re just excited to be here.”

A/N: Now you all just have to wait for me to die from writing this threesome, resurrect myself, dies while editing it, be resurrected again and then I’ll unleash it upon you. We’re so close to the end and I honestly don’t know how to thank everyone who has stuck with this fic because it’s been a damn long time. Years! So thank you - I really, truly appreciate it.

Masterpost | Chapter 45 | Chapter 47

༺ waltz 'til you're sore ♟ baekchen fic

Every five years Baekhyun is met with his greatest enemy and soon-to-be husband... And at the age of 21, he is to teach him how to dance.

✧ royalty!au ✦ arranged marriage ✧ enemies to lovers ✦ ongoing

When Baekhyun first met Jongdae, he was a brat. Not in the way that Baekhyun was a brat, but instead in the way that made Baekhyun’s blood boil. He was so unlike Baekhyun, there was nothing he could truly see in Jongdae’s eyes as friend-worthy. So there Jongdae was, in pristine pressed clothing that took Baekhyun’s mother 20 minutes to wrestle him into, with a big grin on his face. The worst thing was that it was a kind smile, not one with hidden malice, not a cheeky or cocky one. But a smile any other child would give to a potential friend. But Baekhyun wasn’t looking for a potential friend in Jongdae. After all, why would he want to befriend the one he would be wedded to?

“There’s a Star Spawn. Flip him over. What’s it say?”

Jongdae, closest to the new monster, picks up the tile and flips it over. “There’s just asterisks. ‘See the reference guide…’” He scoffs. “Okay...” Grabbing the reference book, he flips to the listed page and frowns. It looks like gibberish.

“Here.” Chanyeol reaches across the table, and Jongdae gives up the book. After some speed reading, careful reading, and slow mumbling, they’re sorted out. Nothing affects the game that round, but they know for later.

“Oh." Kyungsoo looks from the microwave clock to his phone. "The comet should be here around now.”

“Really?” Whole-heartedly abandoning their fight for the world, Baekhyun dashes to the sliding door and hauls it open. Summer is finally cooling; nighttime temperatures almost feel cold. “Where is it?”

“East.” Kyungsoo points when faced with the hopelessly blank expressions of his friends. Left, right, up, and down are their limits.

“Can it be seen without a telescope?” Chanyeol and Baekhyun eagerly scan the sky but only find two planes and what’s probably a satellite.

“Found it.” Jongdae points to their right. A tiny green speck drifts through the white stars. Its ghostly tail is barely noticeable.

Although pretty, it is a bit underwhelming.

continue reading Doom Advances to Zero on AO3, AFF, DW

meeting your past self be like:

yllz: midget.

mxy!wwx: virgin.

lwj, being smothered by tits: mn.

Wei Wuxian licks his lips and leans forward slightly, walking his fingers across the countertop aimlessly toward Lan Zhan. “You know, Lan Zhan,” he drawls, “A-Yuan says we’re both in the book.”

“Mn,” Lan Zhan responds, tracking the path of his fingers intently, “I am apparently Hanguang-jun, the moral upstanding hero.”

“And I’m the devious Yiling Loazu, who led you astray,” he smirks, peering at Lan Zhan through his lashes.

Lan Zhan meets his stare, head-on, lit from within like molten sunshine. “No,” he corrects, “not astray, Wei Ying.”

Wei Wuxian tilts his head, waiting for him to continue. His fingers stop their dancing, resting just inches away from Lan Zhan.

Lan Zhan shifts his own hand, bringing them even closer, their fingertips almost brushing.  

“The Yiling Loazu did not lead Hanguang-jun astray,” he says, eyes piercing as they flicker between Wei Wuxian’s. “They were partners, and…”

“Ah,” Wei Wuxian breathes, “the decent romance?”

Lan Zhan doesn’t answer, watching him closely. The pupils of his eyes have grown so large there’s only the tiniest ring of gold around the edge. He can see himself reflected in the black. He thinks he likes the version of himself that lives in Lan Zhan’s eyes.

They’re standing on the edge of a cliff, waiting for the other to take a step forward, bracing for a fall.

It should be terrifying, this sudden drop into something completely new, something entirely unknown yet so familiar. But Wei Wuxian is filled with conviction that no matter what, Lan Zhan will catch him.

It's as electrifying as it is calming, this certainty that here, with Lan Zhan, he is safe.

Wei Wuxian tilts his head to the side in a way he knows sets the unmarked skin of his neck on display. “I’m sure it was more than just decent, with a handsome hero like Hanguang-jun.”

Lan Zhan quirks an eyebrow, his gaze resting on the curve of Wei Wuxian’s neck, just as he’d hoped. "Handsome?"

“Well,” Wei Wuxian responds, tapping his index finger so it brushes against Lan Zhan’s fingertips. His skin is soft and perfect, just like the rest of him. “He isn’t wrong. You’re very handsome, Lan Zhan.”

“Really, Wei Ying?” Lan Zhan says, voice quiet and deep.

“Yep, definitely worthy of being compared to the beautiful Second Jade of Lan.”

“Is that so?” Lan Zhan shifts closer, the smell of him filling up Wei Wuxian. He smells so familiar, like something he knows intimately. Sandalwood, Wei Wuxian realizes, with sudden clarity.

Lan Zhan continues, “I would love to hear more about your opinion on my beauty and prestige, Wei Ying.”

“You don’t know anything about me, Lan Zhan. Why would you care what I think?”

Lan Zhan tilts his head, only just. “Do I need to? To want to know how your brain works?”

I commissioned this lovely artwork by the wonderful @lotuslate of a scene from my fic, once upon a time, 很久很久以前 where the entire cultivation world is cursed to live in the modern world without their memories and abilities, but of course wangxian find a way to fall in love all over again.

A Little Unsteady (Tim Bradford x Teen!Fem!Reader)

The Rookie Masterlist

Summary: Y/N finds herself back at square one and desperate for a break. Tim has always felt like something was missing in his life and when Y/N stumbles into the police station looking for his girlfriend, he feels drawn to her, like he was called to help her.

Warnings: Mentions of abuse and death

Word Count: 3,138

Authors note: Let me know what y'all think of this, might make it into an angsty series! Send in the requests!

Shit. 

“Fuck,” you whispered to yourself, your mind racing to a million thoughts. The sound of a million voices rang through your ears as you entered the building, but that was all an exaggeration, it was only a room with maybe a good thirty people. 

Spending your lunch period at the police station was the last thing you wanted to do, but you were desperate and eager to find that familiar face. You knew Rachel hung around the police station when she wasn’t in her office, whether it was for work or personal, this had to be the place she was gonna be at. 

Walking up to the front desk, anxiously tapping your fingers on the counter catching the lady behind the counter's attention. The lady’s eyes landed on your fingers, “Can I help you, hon?” 

you clenched your fingers to your palm, “Sorry,” you gave her an apologetic smile. 

She smiled, “I get it, police stations give lots of people anxiety. What can I help you with today?” 

You were quick to notice police officers standing near the counter looking through files and some sitting down and typing away on a computer. “I- Um, I’m looking for Rachel Hall. She’s a social worker and sometimes she’s here.” 

“Rachel Hall,” the receptionist repeated as she looked through the log-in log. 

One of the officers quickly turned his head, “You’re looking for Rachel?” He asked. 

You looked over at him, giving him a nod. “You know her, Officer Bradford?” 

“Yeah, she’s… a friend. She’s actually here doing some paperwork.” He walked over to where you stood, “I can show you where she is.” 

You gave him a hesitant nod, and he gave you a reassuring smile in return before thanking the receptionist and walking out of the room. You followed his lead, he turned to look over at you before asking, “So, how do you know Rachel?” 

“She used to be my social worker before…” you trailed off, clearing your throat. “Doesn’t matter.” 

Tim decided not to press on any further as he led you to a meeting room where a lot of social workers come to do wellness checks and supervised visitations, among many other things. He knew Rachel had been at the station for a supervised visitation, one that unfortunately had to be conducted within the police station for safety reasons. Thankfully, she was done with her visitation and was just finishing up on her paperwork before heading back to her office. Tim liked to believe she stayed longer just so she could see him or even catch a glimpse before she headed back out. 

“Rachel!” You exclaimed, letting out a sigh of relief as Rachel quickly turned her head, surprised to see who had called her name. 

“Y/N?” She got up from her seat, “What are you doing here?” 

You walked over to Rachel, “I needed to see you, you’re the only one who would believe me.” 

Rachel glanced at Tim who just gave her a shrug, “What’s going on?” 

“I can’t stay at that house anymore, there has to be something you can do.” 

Rachel sighed, “Y/N, I’m not your case worker anymore. Anything I do would get me in trouble.” As much as she wanted to do something, it would be putting her job on the line and it meant she wouldn’t be able to help other kids as well. She was already at risk for making a huge mistake on a case a couple weeks back. 

Tears began to well up in your eyes, “I can’t stay there.” 

“Y/N, why can’t you stay there?” Tim asked.

You glanced over at Tim, remaining silent. “Y/N, what did they do to you?” You didn’t respond, you had come here for help but the words had escaped you. You didn’t know how to tell the one person who helped you escape a hellish home a few months back, a home that almost cost her, her job; that the home she thought would be safe is far from it. “Did they hurt you?” Looking back at Rachel, you gave her a nod. 

Rachel let out a shaky sigh, there were times when she lost hope for the system. This was one of those times. She looked over at Tim before looking over at you, “You have to tell Sasha, Y/N.” 

“I did tell her!” You said in frustration, “But she hasn’t done anything! It’s like she doesn’t even care.” Rachel didn’t want to defend her friend's behavior, but this didn’t sound like her. At least not from how she knew her. 

“I-I,” she sighed, “I can’t do anything Y/N.” 

With pleading eyes, you gave her an understanding nod, “I just don’t want to go back there.” 

Tim hated seeing this part of the job. Seeing how the system worked and how it meant that kids within the system went to homes that didn’t even care about their existence. “What if I did a wellness check?” Tim asked, “That way, I can come in and check on you, and then your foster parents will know that someone knows about the situation?” 

“Like a scaring tactic,” Rachel added. 

“Exactly, It’s not the best but it could help,” Tim tried his best to be hopeful. 

It wasn’t what you wanted. It was far from it, actually, but beggars can’t be choosers. “Alright.” 

Tim offered you a ride back to school and you accepted. The whole car ride back, you felt defeated, given that all you had received was damage control. Nothing could be done about your situation, not yet at least. 

“So, what grade are you in?” Tim asked, trying his best to distract you from your thoughts. 

“I’m a freshman.” 

He nodded, “any thought about college yet?” 

You shook your head, “even if I did, I doubt I would even be able to go.” 

“There’s always scholarships,” he said with a hopeful tone. 

“Did you go to college?” You asked. 

“No, actually. I went into the military then I became a cop, obviously.” You nodded, “That could also be an option too.” You didn’t say anything in response, you drew attention back to the houses you passed by on the car ride. Tim cleared his throat, he knew what it was like to be in your shoes. Wishing for someone to help you from the people that were supposed to protect you. “So, what’s your story?” 

“What’s yours?” you retorted. 

Tim rolled his eyes, usually, he wouldn't have played this game. But something within him felt like you needed to hear his story, maybe it would you realize that everything could turn out okay, even if everything at the moment felt a little unsteady. 

“I grew up with an abusive father, I spent most of my life fighting to survive.” He gave you a quick glance before focusing back on the road, “So I know what’s it like, to wish someone would just help, for someone to just take you away from the one place you’re supposed to feel safe in.” 

You remained silent for the next few minutes, Tim groaned at the sigh of the traffic ahead of him. “We’re going to be here a while,” he commented. 

You sighed, “my dad died in front of me,” you spoke up. 

Tim glanced over at you, “my parents were high school sweethearts apparently and when my dad passed away, my mom couldn’t handle it. I’m sure if you went down skid row, you’d find her lying on the ground somewhere with a needle stuck in her arm. I’ve been in and out of foster homes since I was eight. My mom's been in and out of rehab since then.” 

“That’s not easy,” Tim commented. He had a lot of things to say about how your mother handled things but to each their own. His heart ached at the thought that you didn’t have a good structure in your life. 

“Nope,” you responded. “Rachel was the only one that ever did something to take me out of my previous foster home, even if it almost cost her job.” 

“And now you feel like you’ve wasted all your resources.” 

“Yeah,” you said softly. “Just five more years and I’ll be out of the system's hands.” 

The traffic began to move again. Minutes later, Tim pulled into the school parking lot. “Before you go,” he began as he reached into his shirt pocket, took out a card, and handed it to you. “If you ever need anything and I mean anything, you give me a call.” 

You took the card, giving him a small smile, “Thank you, Officer Bradford.” you got out of the shop, closing the door behind you. Giving Tim a small wave goodbye before you snuck back into campus. 

Tim made it his personal assignment to check up on you from there on out, to make sure you were all right, not just for you but for Rachel too. It was the least he could do, even though everything within him wanted to do more. He wanted to save you from your personal hell, but it was impossible for him at the moment. 

When he made it back to the station, Rachel was there waiting for him, “How’d it go?” 

“I gave her my card, and told her she could call me if there’s anything she needed. I’ll do a wellness check before the end of my shift,” he stated. 

“Thank you.” Rachel sighed, “She was one of my first cases, so she means a lot to me.” The two of them remained quiet for a moment, the situation between the two of them has been different since Rachel got a job in New York. “Promise me something?” 

Tim looked up at her, “Anything.” 

“Look after her for me? While I’m gone. She could use a guardian angel.” 

Tim smiled, “Of course.” Tim couldn’t help but feel a dreading sensation within him, he hated that he couldn’t do more. 

The weeks to come were difficult for Tim, with Rachel leaving and all the shit that went down within the station. He felt drained but didn’t show it. Tim needed a change within his life, something to make him work harder within his life. He had his dog and he was happy with his dog, but he still felt like he was missing something. 

There were times when he couldn’t help but wonder if everything hadn’t happened with Isobel if they would have had children by now. What their life would have been like. That’s all he could think about, the what-ifs. 

“Look, everyone has their first puppy, it’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Tim commented. Lucy, his boot, had been dealing with her first puppy as a rookie. He couldn’t help but tease her about it. 

“Whatever,” Lucy brushed off. 

Tim chuckled as he kept his focus on the street ahead of him. They were heading back to the station to end their shift. Tim was ready to go home and watch the game, to just relax for the next couple of days. 

“Any plans for tonight?” Lucy asked. 

“There’s a game on tonight.” 

“Of course,” she rolled her eyes. 

Once they arrived to the station, Tim was quick to do all his end-of-shift duties before clocking out. He groaned to himself as he stepped outside to be met with darkness. He hated how quick it was to get dark in the winter. 

He got into his car and began his journey back home, listening to music on the way. He came to a slow stop as the light turned red, he glanced towards the sidewalk. It took him a second to process what he saw, he quickly took another look, “What the,” he muttered to himself. The light had turned green and the car behind him honked. Tim groaned and turned his signal light on before pulling off to the side. 

Quickly getting out of the car, he tried his best to catch up to the person he had just seen, “Y/N!?” He asked. 

You quickly turned around, “Shit,” you muttered under your breath. 

“What are you doing out here?” 

You held the strap to your duffle bag tighter, “Um, I-I I’m” Tim waited for you to come up with a good excuse, “I’m on my way home,” you smiled. 

“Really?” You nodded, “then you wouldn’t mind if I gave you a ride?” 

“Well-” 

“Y/N,” he said sternly. 

“Fine.” 

Tim smiled, “let’s go.” 

You followed Tim to his car, getting into the passenger seat as he waited until you had your seatbelt on before driving off. “How you’ve been?” He asked as he began driving in the direction he had just come from. 

You sighed, “Fine.” 

Tim sighed, “I know it’s been two weeks since I’ve done a wellness check.” 

“I didn’t say anything about that.” 

“I know, I just felt the need to apologize,” He reassured. “Have they-” 

“If you’re gonna ask if they’ve hurt me, no. Not since you’ve seen me.” 

“Good,” he responded. 

“You can drop me off at the corner,” You commented. 

“No, I’m going to drop you off in front of your house,” Tim stated. He knew what you were doing, you weren’t fooling him. You were walking the direction away from your home and you had a duffle bag. It was obvious. 

He stopped in front of the house, “here you go,” he said with a smile. 

You clenched your jaw, you hadn’t stepped foot in that house within a week. Going in now would be a death trap. You couldn’t do it, you couldn’t open the car door and get out of that house. Knowing that Tim would wait in his car until he saw you walk inside that house. 

“Well?” 

You sighed, feeling defeated. “Stop acting like you don’t know.” 

“Where have you been staying?” You shrugged, “Y/N,” he said sternly. 

“Under some bridge near Skid Row.” 

“Near skid row!? Y/N!” He exclaimed, “do you have any idea how stupid that is?” 

“I was desperate to get out!” 

“This is the second house we’ve gotten you since I’ve met you, you know what Sasha said! It’s either this or the shelter.” 

“And I chose neither!” 

Tim pinched the bridge of his nose, “how long?” 

“A week.” 

Tim looked at her with wide eyes, “It rained for three days straight this past week!” He sighed, “I gave you my number so you could call me if you needed something and this is what you do.” 

“I wasn’t gonna call you, so you could just have Sasha send me to another home that’ll treat me the same way.” 

“What’s wrong with this one?” He asked as he sat back in his seat. 

“Well, when you say it that way-” 

He sighed, “I’m asking because I need to know.” 

You rolled your eyes, “I caught him watching me…” you looked down at your hands.

“Watching you?” 

“He watched me shower,” You hated how it made you feel, how you just felt exposed every time he would look at you, even if you had clothes on. Tim undid his seatbelt, “Please, don’t go in there.” 

Tim wanted to disregard your request, but he knew the last thing you needed right now was for him to make things worse. It was an issue that would be dealt with tomorrow, for now, he needed to find you a place to stay. “You have a place to stay tonight?” You shook your head, “You do now,” he commented. 

You gave him a confused look, “I have a guest bedroom, you can stay there tonight.” 

“You don’t have to”

“I’m not letting you stay under some bridge near Skid Row nor am I letting you stay in that home. I’ll call Sasha in the morning, for now, you can have my guest room.” 

You wanted to argue with him about how you could defend yourself, but who were you kidding. You’re only fourteen and let’s face the facts. You wanted to sleep in a warm bed. 

The ride back to Tim’s place was quiet and usually, you hated it. The quiet meant you had time to be left alone with your thoughts, but for the first time in a while, your mind was at ease. The drive wasn’t long, Tim helped you carry your duffle inside his house. You heard the tapping of nails hitting the floor, and you were quickly greeted with paws on your chest and a tongue slobbering all over your cheek. 

“Kojo, down!” Tim exclaimed and the dog quickly got down. “Sorry about Kojo.” 

You couldn’t help but smile as you kneeled down next to the dog to give him some love, “you should’ve said you had a dog, I would’ve said yes a long time ago.” 

Tim couldn’t help but smile as you giggled at Kojo’s antics, “Come on, let me show you where you’ll stay tonight.” He gestured for you to follow him. 

You got up from your position next to Kojo and followed Tim down a short hallway, “Alright, the bathroom is the door at the end of the hallway, help yourself to whatever is in the fridge except for my beer. That is off limits, even if you were of age.” He placed your duffle on an ottoman that was placed at the end of the bed, “Do you need any essentials? Toothbrush, toothpas-” 

“I have everything, thanks.” You took in the sight of the bedroom, out of all the rooms you had lived in, many in which you had to share with others, none compared to this one. This one felt inviting. It felt warm. 

It felt different. 

“Everything okay?” Tim asked. 

You gave him a nod, “Yeah, perfect!” 

“Alright, I’ll be in the living room watching a game that started an hour ago, if you need me. You hungry?” 

“Nah, I’m good,” as if on cue, your stomach made a loud noise. 

“it says otherwise,” Tim smirked, “I’ll order some pizza. I’ll let you get settled in, feel free to make yourself at home alright?” 

You gave him a nod, watching as he walked out of the room. You weren’t sure what to do first, to unpack your things or take a shower. Should you unpack your things, if you were going to be sent somewhere else tomorrow? You let out a sigh, laying on the bed, you couldn’t help but wonder, What if you just stayed here instead? 

No, you didn’t want to be more of burden to Tim than you already were. He had done enough for you and was already extending his kindness by letting you stay the night. No need to extend it any further. For now, you were going to allow yourself to enjoy this comfort. To enjoy the warmth of the invitation. 

Taglist: @daffodil0darling

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(asunder by alessandriana and one slash, two hearts by cerusee)

Until I Found You

***Potential spoilers of The Rookie***

Pairing: John Nolan x Fem Reader

Sneak Peek: After his breakup with Bailey, John is convinced he will never fall in love again…that is until he found you. (This is taking place pre TO Nolan) Reader owns a Café (food truck).

Fluff/Angst

Word count: 2851

Warnings: Reader has kind of spooky vibes, no use of y/n, Implied age gap, mention of food and eating (no explicit details), brief mention of crime (no explicit details), mention of past relationships, mention of unhealthy relationships, mention of getting ready for a date (details are feminine leaning – shaving, makeup, nails, hairstyling), developing strong feelings quickly, one teeny tiny kiss.

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After his breakup with Bailey, John was convinced he wouldn’t find love again. How would it be fair for him to have had love with Sarah, Lucy, Jessica, Grace, Bailey and for him to expect it again. His love with each of those women differed from one another, but they all had played a very important role in his life. For the last few months John had really just been going through the motions; sleep, work, eat, repeat.

Today had been a particularly slow day on the job for John, very unusual for the LAPD. He had been riding alone today which was honestly making the day drag on even more so. He was counting down the minutes until lunch – at least then he would get to socialize with his fellow officers.

Two speeding tickets, one robbery and a stolen car later, it was finally time for lunch. Heading to their usual spot, John notices that there is a new food truck parked, black with orange script on the side spelling out “Hallowed Grounds” alongside little white painted bats. John’s eyes were drawn to this truck not because it is new, or that the line was at least fifteen people long, but because of the beautiful person running the window.

It was Lucy who had ultimately broken John out of the trance he was in.

“Hey, you okay? You were spaced out there for a second.” Lucy questioned.

“Huh? Yeah, I’m okay. What’s with the new truck?” John wanted to see how much Lucy knew without giving away the attraction he was feeling towards this stranger.

“Oh! It is all over social media, Hallowed Grounds, it is mostly coffee, but the pastries are to die for! I mean literally that is their slogan!” Lucy laughed.

“The line is pretty long, so it must be good. Should we check it out?”

“Sounds good to me!”

With that, John and Lucy made their way to the line. Lucy was talking John’s ear off about some new social media drama, but honestly John wasn’t listening, he was far too distracted by your beauty and the honey sweet tone of your voice. You had this way about you that was breathtaking, moving with grace and just so patient and kind to all the patrons who had been waiting in line. They were finally nearing the front of the line, and John had realized he hadn’t even looked at the menu.

“Hi there! What can I get for you?” You smiled at him.

“Hi, can I get a medium caramel latte and a lemon blueberry scone?” Lucy ordered with no hesitation.

“Of course! And for you?” You looked expectantly at John.

“I um, can I just get a black coffee and, no that’s all.” John stuttered.

Lucy looked over at him confused as she paid, and they walked over to stand near the pickup window. John took note of you disappearing from the window and a young man taking your place.

“Okay, I know that we did not just stand in that long line just for you to order a black coffee. What is up with you?” Lucy questioned John. “OH MY GOD! You think she’s cute, don’t you?”

“Okay, hush! I’d rather not scare the girl off before I even get a chance to talk to her.”

“Okay sorry! I’m just happy for you. You’ve been sulking ever since you and Bailey broke things off.”

“I have not been sulking…okay maybe I have. But I really thought she was it for me.”

“John and Lucy?” You called.

They made their way up to the window to pick up their orders.

“Alright Lucy, a caramel latte and a lemon blueberry scone, and for John a black coffee and a chocolate croissant.” I hope you guys have a wonderful day and stay safe!”

“Oh, I didn’t…” John started.

“Thank you so much, you have a wonderful day too!” Lucy cut John off and began to drag him away from the truck.

The two of them went to sit at a table with Tim, Aaron and Nyla for the rest of their lunch. They were all hoping it wouldn’t be cut short by a call coming in.

“Alright Nolan!” Aaron exclaimed as John sat down.

“What? What did I do?”

“The bag. The barista gave you her number!”

John turned the bag around and sure enough your name and phone number had been neatly printed along with a little heart. John looked at Tim, then Nyla and finally to Lucy. He hadn’t been expecting you to give him your number, especially not after he had made a complete fool of himself in front of you just moments before.

Just as Lucy was about to encourage him to text you, a call came ringing in over the radios. Everyone was quick to get up and head to their respective shops. John heard Tim and Lucy radio that they were responding, and that Nyla and Aaron were acting as backup. He figured they had it covered, and he would continue to patrol, but not before adding you into his contacts.

Three days.

It was three days before John had gathered the courage to text you. He hadn’t seen you either, since he’d worked through lunch one of the days, had a pretty big drug bust on the second day, and was assigned to the front desk on the third day. Today though, he had the day off and now was his time to text you and see if you would want to go on a date with him.

John: Hey, this is John. From the other day.

You: Hi! I was beginning to think that maybe I was too forward.

John: Oh, no, not at all! I’m sorry, things have just been really busy with work. I finally have a day off.

You: Okay, good! I’m sorry work has been keeping you busy. Hopefully you’ve been able to stay safe.

John: I have. Nothing too out of the ordinary this week. How have you been?

You: I’ve been good! I have been testing some new recipes and trying to figure out what to swap in for the fall season.

You: Speaking of which…would you like to be a taste tester for me? I could really use a customer’s perspective!

John: I would love to! By the way, that croissant was incredible. I was actually texting you to ask you to dinner.

You: Yeah, dinner and then we can go back to mine to try these desserts?

You: Wow that was also very forward…I’m not usually like this by the way!

John: No worries. I won’t read into it I promise. So tonight, can I pick you up at 7?

You: 7 is perfect, see you then John!

After confirming your plans with John, you kicked it into high gear. It was 10:07 a.m. and you had a lot to do before you’d be ready to go. You really needed to get your nails done, you needed to finish the 6 different pastries you’d been working on, and you’d really need to shower before you could get ready.

After doing some quick math in your head, you figured that you would have just enough time to get everything done provided you shower while some things were baking in the oven. With that, you place the pre-cut cookie dough into the freezer (these would be easy enough to pull out and bake later when you and John go back), you placed the muffins and two different loaves of bread in the oven. That just left the cake that you were actively frosting and the pie that was cooling. Once the cake was thoroughly iced, you threw the dishes in the dishwasher and headed towards the shower, not without checking your timer to make sure you’d have ample time.

You were sure to go through all the steps of what you’d consider a full shower, washing and conditioning your hair, washing your body with your best smelling body wash, and shaving essentially every inch of your body. You weren’t anticipating that anything would happen tonight, but you wanted to be prepared nonetheless and you’d make sure at the very least that you smelled good.

After drying off and throwing on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, you made way for the kitchen just in time to pull out the muffins and the bread. You set them out on the cooling rack, turned the oven off and then you headed to your favorite nail salon. They were able to get you in right away seeing as it was 12:00 p.m. on a Thursday.

Your nail appointment ended at about 1:30 p.m., which gave you enough time to head over and check on your staff and the truck. Upon arrival you noticed there were a few police cruisers parked along the curb. You knew John was off today, but you still found yourself scanning the crowd for him.  

“He’s not here.” Your staff, Ezra, had called over to you.

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” You tried to hide your blush, embarrassed about getting caught looking for John. Ezra was the one who had encouraged you to give him your number in the first place, having seen how smitten you were with John when you’d met him the other day. Ezra and you had been friends for years, he could read you better than anyone.

“Mmhmm, sure thing. It was a different group this time around. What are you up to? Aren’t you supposed to be off testing new pastries?” Ezra questioned you.

“I was doing exactly that when John texted me and asked me out! I went and got my nails done and figured I would stop by and see how things were going before I went back home and got ready for my date.”

“OH MY GOD! See I told you that if you gave him your number, he’d ask you out. There were definite vibes the other day, he was so enamored by you that he forgot to look at the menu!” Ezra gushed.

“Okay, fine. You were right. I’m kind of nervous, he’s taking me to dinner, then we’re going back to my place so he can taste the new desserts and give me his opinions on them.”

“Girl, you are going to be fine! He seems nice and you are an amazing person, no reason to be nervous. Plus, what have you got to lose?” Ezra had always been your voice of reason in times of need.

“Okay, yeah. I should probably get going then so I can get ready.”

“Okay babe, have a great night! OH and you should wear the outfit you wore to our opening party, it screams you and its hot!”

“Oh, that was a good outfit, I don’t know where he’s taking me yet, but it should be dressy enough.”

You said your goodbyes to Ezra and made your way back home. It was nearing 3:30 p.m. and you knew you should probably start getting ready. You grabbed a glass of water and then got to styling your hair. You curled your hair and applied some natural looking makeup and went to get dressed. To pair with the faux leather skirt and starry mesh top, you slid on some black tights, comfy socks and your Doc Martens. Looking over at your alarm clock you see 6:45p.m. glowing red and you decide to switch to a smaller purse in the time you have left before your date…your usual everyday tote bag not exactly matching this outfit choice. You’d opted for a small leather handbag, with gold accents, it matched your outfit perfectly and was better suited for the occasion. As soon as you organized everything into the purse a knock sounded at the door. You took a deep breath then walked to answer it.

“Hi!” You greeted John as you opened the door.

“Wow, you look incredible.” John was awestruck, you had such a different style than the women he had previously dated, but he was really loving it. You were so confident in your own skin, and you just had this glow about you.

“Thank you, you look very handsome.”

“Shall we?” John gestured to his truck.

You nodded and the two of you walked around to the passenger side. John opened the door for you then offered his hand to assist you into the truck.

“Such a gentleman.”

John blushed at the compliment, he tried to shake it off as he started the truck and pulled out of your driveway. You made small talk on your way to the restaurant, which ended up being a very nice steakhouse.

John parked and looked over to you, he made note of the way you were inspecting the sign, and immediately panicked.

“I probably should have asked and made sure you weren’t a vegetarian!”

“I’m not! I love a good steak; my dad is a self-proclaimed grill master!” You laughed.

John laughed with you and let out a sigh of relief. He once again opened your door for you and reached to help you out of the truck. He was so different form the men you had dated before, so polite and caring. He listened to what you had to say and even asked you questions to learn more about you. It was so refreshing to be around someone like him. Truth is, you had dated some pretty terrible people in the past and that was the main reason you were single now. You’d decided to take a break from dating and focus on yourself and your career, which is how you’d gotten to the point of owning a very successful food truck. You had explained to John that your end goal is to have a brick-and-mortar location of Hallowed Grounds that was a café/bookstore. You wanted to create a cozy space for people to hangout while they enjoyed good food.

John just sat and smiled, he loved how you lit up when you spoke about it. Seeing you so passionate about something was honestly inspiring. He hadn’t expected the feelings for you to be so immediate, so strong, just crashing to the surface as the night went on. John could feel himself growing concerned about whether or not you were feeling as strongly for him as he was for you. The two of you had just clicked and it was so effortless.

What John didn’t know is you were currently battling the same demons. Was it really possible to be this comfortable with someone after such a short time?

Dinner had passed far too quickly for either of your likings, you were honestly just glad that you had already planned to continue this evening. You weren’t ready to say goodnight to John just yet. As John drove you back to your place, he took a risk by reaching for your hand to hold, you were quick to slide your hand into his and you couldn’t help but blush. John couldn’t believe how soft your hand was and it made him think about how rough his must be from his years as a contractor, he shook the thought away as you gave his hand a gentle squeeze.

You made it back to your place relatively quickly and John once again made sure to assist you on the passenger side, only this time instead of offering you his hand, he was a little bolder. He’d placed his hands on your waist and slowly helped you out of the truck. You stood there, chest to chest, your breath hitching from the proximity. Your gazes danced over one another’s face, shifting from eyes to lips back to eyes, silently asking for permission. When you slightly tilted your head, John understood and reached his right hand up to cup your jaw as he brought you in for a kiss. The kiss lasted for what felt like forever but ended far too soon. You wanted to exist in this moment infinitely.

You and John held hands once again as you staggered to the door. You made quick work of the lock and invited him in, guiding him to the kitchen.

“You ready to try some desserts?” You asked.

“Absolutely!” John replied.

You blushed, realizing the double entendre and moved to get all the desserts plated up. You explained to John that you’d need to throw the cookies in the oven, but they only took about 10 minutes to cook. He nodded and asked if you needed any help with anything, which you declined and encouraged him to relax.

John watched as you worked in the kitchen, this had been your element and it was like a well-choreographed dance, the way you moved. He couldn’t help but smile to himself, picturing the two of you like this, years down the road. He knew that you had only just met, but after tonight he couldn’t deny the connection. He realized he had been wrong when he said he would never fall in love again. That was true, until he met you.

Chapter 44 - Lucky One

Requested: No Genre: Canon-AU Pairing: ? (at this stage undecided) x Reader or is it Baekhyun x Reader ?

Warnings: This entire chapter is smut: dirty talk, penetrative sex, fingering, blowjob, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, cumplay, pet names, biting kink, body worship, slight dumbification, pussy drunk Baek.  18+ fic, minors DNI!

Word Count: 5,718

A/N: I know, 3 updates in under a month. I’m not sure what happened either but I’m running with it. So it finally happened. After 43 chapters Baekhyun finally gets some action. There is quite honestly no plot in this chapter, it is just smut. I’m not even sorry about it.

Baekhyun’s lips crashed against yours, his arm now fully wrapped around your waist, as you dug your nails into his skin. He kissed you with such fervour that you struggled to recall why the two of you hadn’t done this sooner. You wanted him desperately. He slipped his tongue past your lips when you complied, swallowing your whimper into his mouth and stealing the breath from you. Swollen lips pressed to yours, his tongue teasing along the length of your own as you allowed yourselves to fully explore each other.

“I swear to god if someone tries to interrupt us now I’m going to murder them.” He uttered as he broke the kiss to allow both of you a moment to breathe. A moment you would have both foregone if oxygen was a necessity. You laughed beneath him in agreement. “You are so beautiful, do you know that?” He said as he smiled down at you.

“Thank you?” You replied, unsure of what else to say at that moment. He had this way of inserting such endearing and kind statements into a conversation, no matter what it was about. 

He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “I mean it. I, and I’m sure the others have as well, told you that you are hot, but you should also know just how beautiful you are.” He kissed you again, softer this time, savouring the feel of your lips against his. His kiss held such affection. It held feelings that you weren’t ready to address. Feelings that you didn’t fully understand yet. He made you feel safe in a way you hadn’t felt before. You couldn’t put your finger on it but there was something about the way he was holding you and the way he was kissing you that was just so intimate.

His lips started to travel down your neck as he peppered soft, sweet kisses over your exposed skin, nipping your jaw and neck as he moved. You keened into his touch, turning your head to give him more access to your neck. You felt him smile against you, felt the way his lips curled up at the corners. “Does that feel good noona?” He asked as he grazed his teeth against your throat. You whimpered softly in response. He knew if felt good. It almost felt too good, like you were going to lose your mind if he removed his mouth from your skin. “Please tell me I can mark your pretty neck.” His voice contrasted heavily to the softness he’d been treating you with. It was rough and desperate.

Words failed you. Everything felt too good and your desire was too strong. You couldn’t navigate banter right now, all you could get out was one word. Thankfully it was the word that mattered, and the need in your voice as you uttered but told him everything he needed to know. “Please.” 

He moved his arm from your waist, placing it on one side of your body to prop himself up as his mouth connected with your throat, leaving a series of love bites in his wake. His movements became more deliberate with each one as you moaned below him, your hands grabbing at any part of him you could reach. He groaned against your collarbone when your nails raked through his hair. 

His free hand played with the fabric of your sweater, pushing it up so that his hand could roam across your bare skin. “Baek, fuck” You whined when he cupped your breast through your bra. He squeezed gently as his mouth returned to sucking at your collarbone.

“Can I take this off?” He asked as his fingers resumed playing with your sweater. You managed to convey how much you would like him to remove the article of clothing with words. He had to sit up on his knees to pull the sweater over your head, his breath hitching when he sees you fall back against the mattress in your black bra. His slender fingers brushed along the swell of your breasts, causing goosebumps to spread over your skin. “So fucking pretty.” He whispered.

Your hand tugged at his shirt. You needed to feel his skin against yours. “Baek, please. Want to feel you.” He groaned as he sat up once again and all but tore his shirt from his body. You stared at him in awe. He’s been working out a lot to surprise fans at the end of the tour and his efforts were showing. You always forgot just how broad he was since he hid it under oversized clothing and hoodies. He stilled as you propped yourself up so that you could trail your free hand down his chest. “Baek, when did you get so ripped?”

“Do you like what you see?” He bit his lower lip as his eyes followed your fingers as they made their way closer and closer to the waistband of his pants.

“Mmm. Always. You always look good Baek.” Your hand stills centimeters above where he wanted you to touch. “Like this, when you’re sleepy, when you’re in a food coma from too much pizza. Always.” Baekhyun pulled you forward into another kiss, your lips parting as your tongues explored each other's mouths. He tasted like candy. Hot, sweet and increasingly desperate candy.

As the two of you kissed his hand unclasped your bra and you let him remove it from your body before he pushed you back into the mattress, breaking the kiss to lower his head to your chest. “Fucking perfect.” He smirked as he watched your face contort with pleasure as he circled your nipple with his index finger before capturing your other breast with his mouth. His tongue draws circles around the hardening bud then flicks over it at the same time as his fingers work your other breast. The contrast between the two feelings has warmth flooding your system.

He moved further down your body, his soft lips leaving a trail from your breasts down to your hip, where he bit your flesh - not so hard that it hurt, but hard enough that it left a mark. He settled between your legs and paused. You took advantage of the moment and tried to calm yourself, you didn’t want to cum the moment he touched you but with how turned on you are, you knew it wouldn’t take long.  “I’ve wanted this for so long now.” He hummed.

You watched him through lust hazed eyes. Baekhyun, Byun Baekhyun was between your legs telling you how much he wanted you. You whimpered as he slowly dragged his teeth from your thigh, higher and higher. “Ever since that night in the bathroom I’ve been dying to feel you, to taste you.” You feel his fingers trace your folds through your completely soaked panties. “So wet babe, have I had that much of an effect on you?” He teased. “We’ve barely even started yet.”

You whimper at the feeling of his fingers. They are so close to where you want them but he holds back, waiting for you to answer him. “All for you Baek, look what your words and body do to me.” You all but yelp as you feel him push your panties to the side as he pressed one finger into your pussy.  He groaned at the feel of you around his digit as he moved it in and out of you a few times.

“I think you can take more sweetheart. You’re pretty pussy is so eager for anything I’ll give it isn’t it?” His dark eyes are completely focused on the sight of his slick finger as it moves in and out of you. You moan loudly in response, making him smirk. “At a loss for words already?” You shoot him as much of an incredulous look as you can but as he teased you with his words, he inserted a second finger and circled your clit with his thumb.  He curled his fingers slightly, moving his fingers at a teasing pace. 

“I’m gonna make you fall apart on my fingers first, then on my mouth.” You moaned louder as his thumb applied more pressure to your clit, his fingers moving with more purpose, chasing their goal. “Have to show you everything that you’ve been missing out on angel.” His touch was too much and not enough all at the same time. You could feel yourself rushing towards your orgasm but every time you felt it build, his fingers would slow down to a painstaking pace as you were denied your release. You weren’t sure if he was doing it on purpose or not until you looked down at his face, a devilish smirk plastered on it as his eyes focused on his ministrations. “Gonna make you regret waiting so long for this.” 

“Don’t start what you can’t finish Baek.” Your voice was breathy with want, your mind only just able to hold on to the conversation taking place. You wanted more, no, needed more and the only way your brain could think to get him to stop teasing you was to challenge him.

His eyes flicked up to stare into yours as he licked his lips and began to move his fingers again, faster and with more pressure. “Focus on me, wanna see you fall apart. We’ve got plenty of time baby, I plan on keeping you up until the sun rises.”

You struggled to not toss your head back and close your eyes as your release slammed into you, your breathing ragged as the waves of white hot pleasure spread through your body, your vision blurring with the force of the orgasm you just had. Baekhyun’s fingers slow their speed as he helps you ride out your high. You whine as he removes them from your heat only to lick your juices off them, groaning at the taste of you. 

You slowly came back down to earth at the feel of his hands rubbing your thighs. He applied enough pressure for it to not tickle you. “That was so fucking hot noona.” Your hips bucked involuntarily as his hands rubbed higher and higher on your thighs. “Can I taste you? Think you can handle it yet?” He asked, his pupils so dark and blown out with lust as he waited for you to see if you could form words to respond to him. “I’ve wanted to taste you for so long noona.”

Your body tingled all over with oversensitivity but your need for him is overwhelming. You shivered, clenching around nothing as you nodded, eyes glassy. He kissed your thigh softly and your body jerked in response. You felt him smile against your thigh as he repeated the action before slowly dragging his teeth from your thigh up your leg, and moved over your mound, to the other thigh. The sensation made you whimper as you tried to grind your hips, but he held you down with his hands. “Please” You breathed.

Baekhyun licked his lips, his fingers hooking around the waistband of your panties as tapped your hip, his silent request for you to lift your hips so that he could remove the fabric that was standing between him and what he desired most. You complied and he removed your panties with haste, the only indicator that he was also desperate to get back to exploring your body. 

Once the barrier between him and your center was removed he positioned himself back in between your legs. He stared at the sight before him, you bared for him, ready and wanting. He lowered his head between your legs, using his hands to spread them wider. “You’re so fucking wet baby, all for me.” He murmured right before his lips met your core, his tongue flicking against your clit. The sensation made you gasp.  

You felt him smile with his face buried in your folds as he repeated the motion, deepening the pressure until he drew the first whimper from you.  Your hands dug into his hair and he hummed at the feeling of your nails against his scalp. The sound vibrates through your core, the motion pulling a deeper moan from you. You were definitely kicking past you, you should have done this with him a long time ago. The sounds he pulls from your body only seem to spur him on. As he inserted his fingers back into you he pulled your clit between his lips and sucked. You cried out, your back arched and you ground your hips against his face. It was too much, he was too much. You were drowning in him. He moved his fingers slowly, relishing in every delectable sound he drew from you. 

Baekhyun seemed to enjoy taking his time, building you up until you almost couldn’t bear it anymore before he’d increase the speed and pressure he applied. He was winding you up as tightly as he could before giving you the euphoric release you were after, touching you exactly how you needed him to. He flicked his tongue against your clit faster and you cried out in pleasure, his free hand holding you down the only thing stopping your hips from bucking uncontrollably. 

You lifted your head as you watched him get drunk on you, his brows furrowed in concentration and his eyes open and focused on you. You bit your lip as he raised a brow at you. His eyes were fucked out and you hadn’t even gotten to touch him yet. The feel of his mouth and fingers only made you crave more and more of him. You clenched around his fingers repeatedly. He flattened his tongue and licked up and down your folds before lifting his head to watch your face as his fingers continued to pump in and out of you, curling to hit that sweet spot. His face glistened with your juices, a sight that only turned you on more. “Fuck, you feel –” he rasped, unable to coherently finish his sentence. 

“Baek please, I’m so close.” you moaned. You could feel the coil inside you grow tighter with each curl of his fingers. You weren’t going to last much longer at this rate. You were too turned on, for the man who once jokingly referred to sex as a tactical meat injection. The man who was knuckle deep in you was savouring the feel of you, he was drinking in the faces you were making as a direct result of him. 

“Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ve got you.” He said as he lowered his skilled mouth back to your bundle of nerves.  His forehead crinkled in concentration as he rolled his tongue against you, focused solely on your pleasure. You let your head fall back against the mattress as you gave into the sensations he was giving you. You could feel his dark, lustful eyes on you as he took in every reaction he pulled from your body. If you’d asked past you if she ever thought Baekhyun would be this excellent at cunnilingus you would have said no. You would have guessed he’d be one to rush through it in order to get to the main event but oh, how wrong you were. You’d never been happier to be wrong given how quickly your arousal was mounting under his tongue. God you wanted to fuck him.

After several minutes the combination of his fingers and tongue was too much for you. Your breathing quickened as, throwing your hands over your mouth as you all but screamed his name. He moaned against your clit as he increased the strength of the thrusts his fingers were making. Your eyes rolled back as it all became too much for you, that tight coil finally snapping, throwing you into your second, and much more intense, orgasm. Right as it hit you Baekhyun moved his mouth to bite your thigh, the hint of pain mixed with the intense pleasure almost made you black out. 

You had to pull him up by his hair in order to get his hands and mouth away from you, your oversensitive body shivering with every continued touch. He kissed his way back up your body, murmuring praises into you each time his lips met skin. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” You hummed in response, words still evading your lips. You gasped when he left another love bite on you, this time at the swell of your breasts. Your skin had to be littered with his marks but you didn’t mind one bit. He had unlocked something within you that you weren’t aware of. You’d never been big on pet names but something about the way he delivered his to you, then marked you up had only turned you on more. “You look so pretty marked up like this. You’ll think of me every time you undress for a while.” He surveyed his work with pride, and something else that you couldn’t quite place. 

His warm brown eyes met yours as concern flooded his features. “I didn’t hurt you did I? I can get a little carried away sometimes…” You shook your head, your hand cupped his face.

“No Baek, they felt really good.” You sighed. “The one on my hip hurt a little, but in a good way y’know?”

“Yeah, it’s gonna last the longest.” He smiled bashfully. “But I’m not apologising for it. Seeing you covered in my marks is such a turn on.” He traced a finger along the marks that littered your neck. “So good for me angel.” He smirked as he heard a soft whimper escape you. “Oh and don’t think I haven’t noticed how you react to my pet names for you. Wouldn’t have guessed you to like them so much actually.”

“Me either to be honest. I normally don’t enjoy them this much.” You were still so aroused, needy with lust. Your body would not be able to handle sex with him yet, but you knew exactly how to pass the time until you were ready for him. “Something about your voice and touch does something to me though.”

You let your hand slide between your bodies, grazing over his crotch, feeling him suck in a breath as your fingers passed over the hardness in his pants. His cock was hard and strained against the fabric of his sweats. You pulled his face back down to yours and kissed him, tasting yourself on his tongue as he hungrily opened himself to you. He let out a surprised noise as you hooked your legs around his waist and rolled. He broke the kiss but didn’t move away as he spoke. “Baby, if you wanted to have your way with me all you had to do was ask.” 

You laughed. This man was ridiculous. He’s just given you two mind blowing orgasms and was clearly in need of being touched yet he still found time to crack jokes. The mouth on him. You kissed him again before you began to make your way down his body, careful not to leave any marks in your wake lest they be seen by fans. A pity really. The expanse of his neck and chest was begging for a love bite or two. 

You sat up, kneeling between his legs as you ran your nails up and down his clothed thighs.”you know what,” You start. Baekhyun cocked his head at you in question. “You were right Baek.” You bounced slightly on the bed and Baekhyun looked at you, a look somewhere between confusion and arousal as you smirked. “There really is so much room for activities.” 

Baekhyun’s head fell back against the mattress as he laughed at you. “Oh my god. Why would you bring that up now?!” His hands flew to his face as he tried to muffle his laughter. “I give you two orgasms, and you kneel in between my legs and have the audacity to fucking bounce while completely naked and that’s what you have to say? I cannot believe ohhfuck'' You figured he was about to go on a long tangent of whingeing at you so you palmed him firmly over his sweats. It had the desired effect. Baekhyun’s words died in his throat, replaced by a needy whine as you kissed along the waistband of his pants while continuing to stroke him over his pants.

When his hips bucked involuntarily you removed your hands which caused him to whimper in protest. He stopped when he realised that you had moved so that you could pull his sweats down, tapping his thigh to get him to lift his hips. You crawled off the bed as you tugged his pants down. “No underwear Baek?” You commented.

“I- I don’t usually sleep in clothes. Not comfortable.” He replied as he moved up the bed so that he was propped up by pillows, able to sit up and watch you. “Come back noona, you’re too far away.” He pouted.

You crawled back up the bed, kneeling between his legs. You wrapped your hand around Baekhyun’s cock and pumped slowly as you watched his face contort in pleasure. “You’re so beautiful Baek,” You whispered. You felt him react to your words as his cock twitched in your hand. “Do you like it when I praise you?” You asked. His dark gaze and strained response told you all that you needed to know. “You like it when I tell you how perfect your cock is? How much I want to have it in my mouth? How I know how good it will feel to finally taste you?” 

Baekhyun’s hips bucked at your words, a strained cry fell from his lips. “Fuck,” It was his turn for words to fail him as you lowered your head to suck a hickey into his upper thigh. You knew no one would be seeing this part of him unless he was naked. Baekhyun quietly whimpered above you as you did so, trying his best not to thrust up into your hands. 

“Noona, I need - holy fuck.” You leant forward and licked a stripe against the vein and Baekhyun bit down on his lip as he watched you. You kissed up and down his length, teasing him. “Please. I- I don’t think I’ll make it if you tease me.” You looked up at him from your position between his legs and saw that his eyes were shut tightly as he tried to prevent himself from giving in to the bliss you are making him feel.  You decide not to tease him further, he looks like he’s only a moment away from retaliating when you slide his cock into your mouth. He moaned loudly as you slowly took his length into your mouth. You bobbed your head up and down before pulling all the way off as you stared at him. His breathing had become ragged as he watched you through hooded eyes. You stuck your tongue out and swirled it around the tip of Baekhyun’s cock before you wrapped your lips around the tip and sucked gently. Your hands pumped his length as your mouth concentrated on the head of his cock. 

You lifted your head, your hands continued to pump him slowly as you spoke. “You’re being so good for me Baek.” He moaned needily. “Let me take good care of you. You’d like that right?” 

“Yes. God, yes. Please.” He breathed.  You lowered your head again, removing your hands as you licked him from base to tip, flattening your tongue against the underside of his cock. You fluttered your tongue over his tip then took him into your mouth again. You hummed as you bobbed your head, your cheeks hollowed. Soft panting noises come from Baekhyun as he held himself back from fucking up into your mouth. You felt his fingers grip your hair as you rolled his balls in your hand. “I- fuck. I don’t know how much longer I’m going to last.” He panted.

His words spurred you on. You bobbed faster and applied more pressure. He started whining and moaning loudly. When your jaw started to ache from exertion you allowed your hand to return to pumping him as you alternated between fluttering your tongue and sucking the tip of his cock. “F-fuck,” he moaned, eyes rolling back at the feeling of your sinful mouth. When he couldn’t prevent his hips from bucking any more you stuck your tongue out, the head of his cock entering your mouth as your hands still pumped him. “Oh god, where - wh, I need to - fuck!” He couldn’t form a coherent sentence when your mouth felt so good. It was so warm and wet and inviting and he was going to lose it.

Your eyes met and you made no attempts to move away as his hips began to buck erratically. Instead you closed your eyes and stuck your tongue out further, hoping he would get the message. With a strained moan his hand took over from yours as he pumped himself even faster, high pitched moans falling from his lips as he chased his high. You dragged your nails down his thighs and he lost it. You felt the hot bursts of his cum as they landed on your face and tongue. You gripped his thighs firmly as he rode out his high. When he finally stilled you leant forward and gently sucked the tip of his cock, lapping up any cum that was left there. “Fuck baby, look at you.” He hummed. “You’re a mess, covered in my cum.” You felt his finger wipe over your cheek before he inserted it into your mouth. You wrapped your tongue around his digit, sucking his cum from it, opening your eyes as you did. 

Baekhyun sucked in a breath as he repeated the action again. He was silent as he cleaned your face, his eyes transfixed on the sight of you eagerly swallowing every drop of his seed that he gave you. “You are so fucking sexy.” He stroked your hair, thankfully none of his cum had landed in it. “Come back up here.” He beckoned.

You crawled back up, your hips settling over him as he pulled you into another kiss. This one was more intense than the others. “I want you so fucking bad noona.” He said as he came up for air. A wall of desire crashed into you when he bit your lower lip and sucked before he moved on to kiss along your jawline, stopping when he was near your ear as he whispered. “Can’t wait to make you scream my name as you cum on my cock.”

You needed to have sex with this man. Like now. Like right now. You kissed his neck, and rolled your hips, a whimper falling from your lips when you felt him hold you down against his crotch and thrust against you. He groaned when you repeated the action. “Baby you’re so wet. Can feel you coating my cock. You want me that badly?” He asked as he smirked up at you. You could probably cum again just from this but you wanted so badly to feel him pound into you.

“Need.” You corrected.

“Need? Well then we’d better fix that. If my darling noona needs me to fuck her then who am I to prolong that?” He was being smug about the whole thing now and it would have irritated you had you not been so out of it. All your mind could focus on was the feel of him as he slid through your folds, and how good it would feel when he finally entered you. “It’s a tough job, but someone’s gotta do it.” He sighed.

“Oh my god Baek, shut up and fuck me already!” Baekhyun laughed and pressed kiss a into your shoulder.

He rolled the two of you so that he was now on top. He stared down at you and licked his lips. You let your legs fall open, your hand reaching down to pump his cock a few times. His eyes closed as he sucked in a breath as he became harder. Once he was ready, you removed your hand, and Baekhyun settled himself over you, weight braced on one arm while his free hand guided his cock through your folds, hissing at the lewd sound that the motion made before he slowly pushed into you, both of you moaning at the way you stretched around him. 

He drew his hips back before slowly thrusting back in, going deeper each time. When he finally bottomed out he could barely speak. “Fuck, you feel - around my - so tight.” You whimpered and wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper as your eyes met. You needed him and he felt so good and you just needed everything he was capable of giving you. First and foremost, you needed him to move. 

Baekhyun had stilled as he waited for you to adjust to him. You were both breathing heavily, bodies warm and eyes heady with need. “Baek,” You whined as you rolled your hips into him, trying to indicate that you were ready for him to move..

“Shit,” he groaned. “How do you want it?”

“Wanna feel you, wanna feel like I can barely move afterwards.” You said.

He moved. His first thrust was deep and slow, moving with purpose as he enjoyed the feel of being inside you. The next thrust had more force behind it and you felt him. He was dragging this out, making you want to cry. It felt so good. With each thrust you felt yourself being moved up the bed, the power he had in those hips had you feeling like he planned to make good on your request.

“Put your feet on my shoulder,” he panted as he slammed into you. You cried out as you moved your legs, the new angle making you feel him even deeper as he continued to thrust into you. “You take me so well noona, FUCK” he moaned loudly as you clenched around him. 

A pressure was building inside of you. White hot pleasure mixed with desperate need. Baekhyun moved one of your legs so that both of them were resting on the same shoulder. He ground his hips into you before drawing back and slamming into you, deep and hard. Your hands fisted the sheets as you moaned wantonly. It felt too good.

“Shit, how do you feel so tight. Your pussy doesn’t wanna let go of my cock.” He groaned. 

“Faster Baek.” You cried. “Please.” 

“I wanna hear you say it.”

“Say what?”

“Say noona wants Baek to fuck her faster, noona needs Baek’s cock,” He slowed his thrusts and you whined as you felt that pressure within you begin to recede. “Beg for it, tell me how badly you need it, how badly you want it. All.” He thrusted once, “Night.” twice, “Long.” and a third time, as hard as he could as you screamed his name.

“Noona needs-” you panted. “Noona needs you to fuck her faster Baek, please, fuck. Noona needs your cock, needs you to fuck her until she forgets her own name.” He smiled down at you, a dark and excited smile. “Noona needs you to fuck her until the sun comes up.” 

He picked up the pace, moving faster but never losing the power in his thrusts. Your head fell back as he fucked you, his grunts and moans increasing in volume. His hair stuck to his forehead from the exertion, his eyes alternating their focus from your face to watching his cock disappear into your pussy. He leant forward, effectively folding you in half as he sped up, his thrusts becoming more erratic. “Oh fuck, please tell me you’re close baby.” 

You nodded, words escaping you. You were being fucked too thoroughly to be able to speak. You felt tingles spread through your body as the pressure within neared its peak. He pressed a hand at the base of your throat, and when you nodded again he applied pressure. You cried out in gasping moans as your release hit you hard. You struggled to keep your eyes open as you watched him. You wanted to see him reach his peak too but it was too much. Your head tilted back and intense pleasure washed through every bit of your body.

You only had to wait a few more moments before his body went taut. His breath caught in his throat as his face contorted in bliss. He thrust as deep as he possibly could and cried out between hard, shaky gasps before releasing your legs and collapsing on top of you. 

You smiled and wrapped your arms around him as he attempted to return to his body. He murmured the cutest little sounds of contentment as he came down from his high. You kissed his temple and ran your hands through his hair, feeling him sigh against you. “That was,”

“Shhh, no talky. I’m gonna need a minute or twenty after that.” He mumbled against you.

You laughed at how cute he could be after he basically just fucked you into next week. He whined above you. “Oh god, please don’t laugh. Too sensitive!” Which only made you laugh more. He couldn’t handle it so he pulled out, both of you sighing as he did, and fell onto the mattress next to you, lying on his side. 

He traced his fingers along your inner thigh, collecting some of the cum that had spilled out of you and pushed it back inside of you. Your eyes widened as he did it again, oversensitivity causing you to shiver at his touch. His gaze was transfixed on his fingers as they collected his cum, pausing before pushing it back into you for a third time, instead bringing his cum covered fingers up to your mouth. You took his fingers into your mouth, licking his fingers clean. His eyes were dark when he pulled his fingers from your mouth as he leaned forward to kiss you. “Fuck. That was goddamn hot.” He whispered against your lips. “Gonna cum on your tits next.” His tongue worked against yours as he tasted himself on you.

A/N: There may or may not be a continuation of his reward in the next chapter. He hasn’t gotten everything he requested yet ;)

Masterpost | Chapter 43 | Chapter 45

I know I have wayyy too many fan projects on my to-do list to warrant adding another one onto the pile (cough cough the 30-minute love triangle video essay), but for years now I've been wanting to do a rewrite/novelization of the Shadow of Ronin video game. Because like, the lore of this game has so many fucked up implications that never get acknowledged - but unlike with most fucked up Ninjago lore, the game is just obscure enough that not as many people are familiar with it enough to facilitate a broader discussion about this stuff. And dammit, I need at least one fic talking about how messed up SoR actually was and if I cannot find it I guess I'll just have to create it.

Imagine you and Chanyeol acting like a couple but neither of you being confident enough to actually ask the other out

Chanyeol was just nice to everyone. That's what you must've told your fellow Red Velvet members a thousand times. Irene would always shoot you a look while Wendy would outright argue with you. They'd all tried to get you to confess your feelings to Chanyeol but you were terrified to. If he was going to like someone in your company it wasn't you. You were the same age as Irene and considering she was the most beautiful girl on the planet that was hard to compete with. Or he'd surely ask Joy who was gorgeous and tall like him. Or Seulgi who had those stunning sultry eyes. You just didn't get why he'd look at your beautiful members and choose you. Wendy would hit you every time you said but in your mind it was true. Chanyeol had a similar experience. His members constantly told him to hurry up and ask you out. Every time Lay called his first question was "are you dating Y/n yet?" and it drove him crazy. He knew the two of you were close but that didn't mean you liked him. In truth, he was a little intimidated by you. You were one of the smartest idols he knew and the way you spoke was so eloquent and perfect but you could also transform from bookworm to sensational performer in seconds and he respected that so much. You were so complex and multi-dimensional and he was just ordinary in his mind. So he felt out of his depth, surely you'd prefer someone like D.O. or Suho. Someone intelligent and sophisticated but Chanyeol jumped anytime a stage confetti cannon went off. At the next award show your group was in attendance and so was Exo which was exciting because your groups were rarely at the same event especially nowadays. You were looking forward to a laid-back night just enjoying performances when Irene, who was meant to MC, became too sick to go on. She could barely stand up straight so was out of the question and you all began debating who should do it but there was only one plausible option. "Y/n you'll have to go" Irene said and you froze. "But I can't! If they're expecting you sending me out is bound to upset them". Irene rolled her eyes and Wendy punched you. "Y/n you are beautiful and they will be happy to have you there. Now go get ready...go!" she said using her leader voice and it was hard to argue when she used that. So you went to get ready but were so nervous it only took you about 10 minutes. You couldn't sit still long and so the stylist declared your hair done. Luckily you'd already had your makeup done so now you just had to wait. You were freaking out so decided to go speak to Chanyeol who was also a host. Exo always stayed at the same dressing room so you made your way there in auto-pilot. Xiumin opened the door and smiled "hey Y/n! You look great!". You smiled back "thanks is Chanyeol here? I've got to step in as MC and I'm freaking out". Xiumin nodded "of course! Come in" and he led you inside calling for Chanyeol.

That’s when you spotted the beautiful man and despite everything, your heart still sped up a little just from seeing him. 

Chanyeol turned and stopped as he saw you. "Woah" he said "Y/n you look insanely good" he gaped and you smiled but he could tell it didn't meet your eyes. "Y/n what's wrong?" he asked. You sighed "I've got to fill in for Irene because she's ill and I'm panicking big time". Chanyeol nodded "sit down and breathe. It's okay, you're not alone. I'll be with you to help every step of the way". "You will?" you asked and he nodded "yeah I'll go see the director now and make sure we're paired together. You'll be absolutely fine". You nodded feeling a little better but still weren't 100%, "What's wrong?" Chanyeol asked and you sighed "everyone is going to be so disappointed, they're expecting someone beautiful like Irene and they get..." you trailed off ashamed to even finish your sentence. Chanyeol was silent for a few seconds before he spoke. "Y/n that's ridiculous. You know that right?". You shrugged and Chanyeol took your hand "Y/n look at me". You didn't want to, scared you'd cry and ruin your makeup but Chanyeol gently squeezed your hand and you looked at him. "Y/n you're just as worthy as anyone else. Looks and appearances don't change that and it's irrelevant but you're just as stunning as Irene. More so in my opinion". You shook your head "now you're just going overboard" but Chanyeol shook his head "I'm not" and his expression was deadly serious. You stared at Chanyeol in shock and he gently brushed away a tear from your cheek. You shivered at his touch and sighed "I should head back to makeup and see if I've done any damage. Thank you for this...I feel better knowing you'll be there. Thank you for everything Chanyeol". He nodded "you never have to thank me, I'm always here for you" and he hugged you. You lingered in the hug just enjoying the feeling of being safe before pulling away. "I'll come find you before it starts?" Chanyeol asked and you nodded, thanked him again and left. As soon as the door shut his members went suspiciously quiet. "Come on then out with it" Chanyeol called "I'm ready for the onslaught of teasing" but the members shook their heads. "No that was really...sweet" Baekhyun said. "Really?" Chanyeol asked and D.O. nodded "yeah you were really there for her and were so kind to her". Chen nodded "well done Chanyeol". Suho paused "can I ask...have you considered you might be a bit more than that? That you could possibly be in love with Y/n?". Chanyeol's mind went blank at the meaning of those words but he knew instantly what the answer was. He blushed and Suho shook his head "sorry that was a personal question. Ignore me. I agree with the guys you were wonderful with her" and everyone carried on like Suho hadn't asked that question and like Chanyeols's response hadn't answered it. Chanyeol stuck to his word and appeared at your door before they called you. "Hey" he smiled as soon as he saw you "you ready Y/n?". You nodded "let me just check my hair once more". "It looks nice" Chanyeol told you and you blushed "okay...then I'm ready. Guys I'm leaving:". "Good luck!" everyone called. "You look great together!" Yeri added mischievously and you glared. "Just ignore her" Seulgi said "but you do both look beautiful" she smiled. Chanyeol blushed "thank you" and you smiled at how cute he looked. As you made your way backstage Chanyeol explained how he'd sorted it all with the director. "You're a lifesaver" you commented and he smiled "it's nothing, if you need anything during the show or get panicked just tap your little finger twice against your card and I'll cut in, okay?". You smiled "you thought of a secret signal?".  Chanyeol nodded "why? Do you think it's dumb?". You shook your head "no I love it!". Chanyeol smiled "great" and you both arrived. You gave your names and they told you to get ready to go live and get suited up with microphones. You did as they said and right before it went live Chanyeol squeezed your hand "you're gonna be great Y/n" and he said it with such sincerity you believe it. "So how was it?" Seulgi asked catching you after the show and you smiled "actually not so bad. I mean I did have Chanyeol beside me so I kind of had it easy but it was fun. I enjoyed chatting to the idols and the presenting felt...way better than I expected". Your members all cheered including Irene. "I'm so proud of you!" she cried flinging herself in your arms and you paused "thanks...are you okay?". Seulgi frowned "she had a lot of medicine and it's beginning to set in. I'm taking her home but wanted to check on you first. Would you like to come with us." "Or you can come to the after party with us" Joy cried posing with Wendy and Yeri. She looked so silly it made you laugh and you nodded "I kind of feel like celebrating so yeah I'd like to go". "Chanyeol was so sweet" you told Joy, Wendy and Yeri making them smile. "He's always sweet with you" Joy said and you nodded "I know but tonight was something else...he gave this whole speech to me earlier in front of all his members and it was weird. My exs were always afraid to say anything emotional in front of their friends but Chanyeol...he's different". "He is pretty special" Wendy agreed and Yeri smiled "special enough for you to finally tell him how you feel?". You blushed but didn't dismiss it automatically as you usually did. This made the girls very excited and you couldn't help but smile "let's just see how it goes. I don't want to force it but if something happens naturally then yeah...yeah I might”. Meanwhile the Exo boys were already at the afterparty."So...you and Y/n had great chemistry tonight" Lay said and Chanyeol smiled "you think?". The boys nodded and Xiumin passed him a phone "the fans think so too, they know you're friendly and loved tonight". Chanyeol flicked through a few clips of the two of you together before laughing "is that really how I look at her?". "YES!" Baekhyun cried and the boys laughed. "I never knew that" Chanyeol said "I thought I had a better poker face". "No it's terrible" D.O. said "but if it's any consolation she also looks at you like that". "She does?" Chanyeol asked and he re-watched the videos focusing on how you watched him. He blushed when he saw it was true and paused "you might have a point". "Enough of a point to go ask her out?" Sehun asked "Y/n's just walked in". Chanyeol turned to see you, Yeri, Wendy and Joy enter together. He suddenly felt very flustered because sure you looked at him like that but did you actually want him? All his worries about you being too clever for him came rushing back and he felt anxiously impulsive. Did he go for it or didn't he? The second you were open to something natural happening with Chanyeol, Wendy, Yeri and Joy decided they would make something natural happen. As soon as you walked in Joy bought your favourite shot and they did their best to keep your energy and mood up. Pretty soon you were having a brilliant night and had been dancing for a few songs when a tall handsome man appeared in front of you. "Mind if I join in?" Chanyeol asked and you nodded "of course!" and danced together having fun. You'd had enough alcohol to make you feel buzzed and felt fully at ease despite how great Chanyeol looked or how your heart fluttered. When the song turned to more of a ballad you laughed at the look on Chanyeol's face and gently put his arms around you. "Here, we can slow dance, if you want?". "Yeah I want to!" Chanyeol agreed and you swayed together. "You did amazing tonight” Chanyeol said smiling down at you and you blushed. "Well if I did it was only because of you" You replied "I got through it because you were beside me". Chanyeol blushed "I'm pleased I have that effect, that I can be useful to someone like you". "Someone like me?" You asked confused and Chanyeol paused "I just meant you're so intelligent and put together that I'm pleased I could help you in any way. That I could support you...not that I wanted you to struggle of course!". You smiled "I get what you're saying Chanyeol and you're so sweet. You've always been so kind to me even from the start". Chanyeol chuckled "yeah I have always had a soft spot for you" making you blush "you have?". He nodded "yeah the guys always mention it. How i'll say no to something they ask me to do but if you ask I say yes. They call it favouritism but I call it common sense. Of course I prefer you to them". You blushed "I feel honoured and don't know what I did to deserve such lovely treatment". "You were you" Chanyeol shrugged "simple as that". You went to speak and then trailed off "I don't know what to say...". "You don't have to say anything" Chanyeol replied and he looked at you with those big beautiful eyes until you decided enough was enough. "Actually I do know what to say...I like you Chanyeol, as more than a friend and I want you". "You do?" Chanyeol asked, his big eyes going even bigger and you nodded "yes". "I want you too and always have" Chanyeol admitted and kissed you. The girls were dancing nearby and Yeri spotted you first. She gasped and yanked Joy's arm "look! It worked!" she cried and Joy and Wendy turned to see the two of you wrapped up together. "Yes!" they cried and the three girls did a victory dance leaping around together which made the Exo members look over and also gasp. They began to cheer and you both broke apart at the noise. Chanyeol motioned for them to shut up but they just cheered louder making everyone look over at you. You were both blushing but Chanyeol hadn't let go of your hand. "Come on" you said leading him away and he followed you out into the crisp night air. You both laughed at the situation and how goofy your members were before going quiet realising what just happened. "So you really want me?" Chanyeol asked and you nodded "yes". "Even though I'm not...as clever as you'd like". "As clever as I'd like?" you asked and Chanyeol nodded "yeah you're way smarter than me so thanks for looking past that I guess". "Chanyeol there was nothing to look past! I don't care what your IQ is the main thing I care about is that you're a nice person and you are! Plus you're not stupid, there's a lot I admire about you including your brain". Chanyeol was surprised at that but pleased so his smile returned "and what are these other parts of my body you admire about me?" he asked coming closer. "I never said they were body parts" you argued and he smiled "no but your eyes did" making you blush. "Dammit!" you said pretending to be angry and Chaneyol laughed tilting your chin up so he could kiss you. It was a lot softer and sweeter outside just the two of you and it felt perfect...until you were interrupted again. "Hey Chen you were right!" Sehun cried before pausing as you both pulled apart and looked at him. "Don't stop on our account!" Baekhyun cried "get it Chanyeol" and Chanyeol shook his head at him. "So this is cute" Kai smiled and you both blushed. "I finally told her how I feel...or more accurately Y/n told me and I followed" Chanyeol admitted. "Knew it!" Xiumin cried and he patted Suho "pay up". "You bet on this?" you asked and they nodded "yeah who would break first" and several other members exchanged money too. "Unbelievable!" Chanyeol said and you both laughed. "We'll leave you alone now" Suho said "unless you want a ride back home with us?". You paused not sure how quickly you wanted to move but Chanyeol sensed this and smiled "thanks but I think we're going to hang out for a bit" and he waved the guys off. You spent all night together but not in the typical way. You found a late-night bowling alley and played a few games together. Chanyeol gave you some tips which was really just an excuse for him to wrap his arms around you which you both knew but neither of you minded. Then you played in the arcade until the early hours of the morning. Chanyeol dropped you off at your place feeling invigorated even after getting zero hours sleep. He walked you to the door and was just about to kiss you when the door opened and Irene appeared. She blinked as she spotted Chanyeol and flushed "oh sorry we're the two of you...I was just happy you were home. Carry on" and she closed the door. You blushed thoroughly embarrassed but Chanyeol found it hilarious. "Suho's the same with us, that's probably why they get along so well". You nodded "yeah that makes sense, see you are smart" and Chanyeol blushed adorably. "You're so cute" you said and reached up to kiss him. You only intended it as a peck but Chanyeol wasn't letting that good an opportunity pass and when you were still outside 10 minutes later Irene appeared "Y/n bring him inside if you're going to do that, what will the neighbours think?" making you both burst out laughing. Irene was deadly serious even as you and Chanyeol wiped tears from your eyes. "It's okay don't worry I'm leaving" Chanyeol said and Irene nodded taking your hand as if to stop you going with him. "I'll text you" Chanyeol said and Irene nodded "I should hope so" making you both smile. You knocked her arm and Irene sighed "sorry Chanyeol just our Y/n's special and I want to see her treated right". Chanyeol smiled "don't worry, I intend nothing else" and after saying goodbye to you both he walked away. "You'll probably want to rest after being out all night" Irene said "but I could make you some breakfast or something if you're hungry?". "No I'm good, I'm going to drink some water and I promise I'll go to bed soon" you said and Irene nodded "make sure you do" and patted your shoulder. You sat on the window with a glass in your hand and watched the beautiful sunrise but to be fair anything would've looked beautiful to you that morning...because Chanyeol was yours. As if summoned a text lit up your phone from Chanyeol himself asking if you were free this evening for dinner. You smiled and let yourself enjoy this moment. You'd earned it.

not every moment, but every day

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summary: you bloom a fairy with dandelion hair and peridot eyes

Pixie dust comes in small quantities at once.

You would argue for more, but there isn't much left for the common folk after the royals take everything for themselves. You work with what you can to fix what you can, and people tend to stay away from the sketchier areas of the city— your shop included. It's nice to be able to make just enough profit to live. Perhaps it was a stroke of luck, perhaps it was fate, but when you fix small things for curious children on the street for a flower or cookie, everything is worth it.

You do not care for bigger matters, and you do not care for an excess of anything.

To live in moderation... is sufficient.

You spend your day dealing with plants and machinery, making a living off of what you can, a little bit of this and a little bit of that keeping your day to day amusing. To live is to be happy, you find. You cannot be happy until you truly live. Perhaps two sides of the same coin? You do not find that you care all that much. You are content with what you have, white lilies blooming outside on your flowerbed, magic tinkering with older toys that are out of production, the slow life of the slums sliding by in your day to day life. You are content with where you are, and you shall continue living like this until you are old and wrinkly and can no longer move. Then, you shall return to the dirt your precious lilies adore so much.

You fix the toy in the child's hand while at the market, lips curled into a sweet smile as he beams.

"Have you brought something as payment?"

"This!" The child, surprisingly, holds up a potted white lily, bulb slightly fuller than the ones you regularly tend to, and you take it from him. "I saw the lilies outside of your place, and my older brother had this lying around in his room, so I thought I'd give it to you."

You blink, raising a brow in amusement, laughing. "Will he be mad you gave it away?"

"He was doing a terrible job at raising it, so I would say it's better with you." The kid shrugs. "Don't tell him, though. He's been missing for a while..."

"Ah." You mumble. It wasn't uncommon for the men in the slums to go missing. It was even more common for women to disappear overnight. The slave trade was especially prominent in the slums. One wrong move could result in a whole family disappearing overnight. You wonder if that was what happened to the old owner of the store. Well, it doesn't matter all that much. It's thanks to their disappearance that you managed to find a place to stay in the slums rather than the capital. Though... as you put the plant down on the first floor, sprinkling the fairy dust onto the flower with some water, and you watch as the plant shudders, reacting to it.

"You don't like it?" You tilt your head. Pause. Why is the plant reacting to the fairy dust so visibly.

The flower doesn't respond, so you set it by the window, shutting the blinds to the first floor as you head upstairs to fall asleep.

Maybe you're just tired.

You are not.

You wake up the next morning and feed your flowers, pausing when you notice the new flower is even bigger, and you tilt your head, sprinkling more pixie dust onto it as it reacts again, and you blink at it again, sighing. It is not your problem. You don't care. Not enough, at least. You water the flower, finish with the rest, and go back to your day to day routine. You are content with this life. You are happy with fixing old toys and watering the leftover lilies in the abandoned residence you took over, and that is all you will be doing. There will be nothing else to break your day to day schedule, not even some sentient flower that hisses at you each time you feed it fairy dust. At least the other flowers don't react.

The addition of the new plant is interesting to you. The child who gave it to you eventually is taken away by the slave traders— something that you have found no longer matters to you. They will eventually end up back in your household anyway. At the very least, you hope the child reunites with his brother. Instead, the young girl staying with the two of them bids you goodbye as she is adopted away, and you stare at the noble family that has adopted her. May she find peace, you whisper to yourself. The other children start visiting less, and you assume it is because your mentor will soon be making his return and visiting.

So, you water the new plant, ditching the regular pixie dust and settling for the pink one instead, finding that your particularly picky unbloomed flower prefers it to the regular one. Picky asshole. Yet, you whistle and look the other way as you water it, making rounds down to the orphanages for broken toys and replace them with fixed ones, the children treating you to a portion of their meals, making you laugh. You tell them you do not need their food, handing them each their own treat instead, leaving early and returning home, your continuously growing flower and garden of white lilies greeting you. It is a sight that you are fond of.

It falls into a pattern until it suddenly does not.

Your mentor visit first, observing the flowers and the particularly large one on your windowsill but not mentioning anything, as mysterious as he always has been. He leaves you with some more pixie dust and enough coins to survive, and he is gone with the wind again. You find that you will never quite understand the lives of nobles despite being of their blood yourself. You will never understand why there is a hunger for more and more until they have nothing left, and why they would crave so much. Though, it does not bother you. You are content with your life and the repetition you have brought into your schedule.

You are content with it until it is broken.

You wake up one morning to a blossomed lily and a small fairy sitting by your windowsill and staring at the white lilies, and you do a double take.

Clean daffodil hair and peridot eyes. Glass butterfly wings with a rainbow reflection. Small in stature yet a charming gaze. You peer down at your little visitor and then at the lily that has finally bloomed, and you reach for a small peridot in your pocket, tilting your head as you hold it out to him as an offering. He cranes his neck to the side, not accepting your stone, and you rummage for another one. It is not uncommon for you to meet fairies, and most require a sort of greeting gift, so you find it surprising that a fairy would not take a stone that matches their eyes. You find an opal instead, holding it out for the fairy as he inspects it and accepts the gift, flying right before your eyes to inspect you.

"Hi?" You lean slightly back as he flutters forward.

He blinks twice.

"Ah, you're the nonverbal kind." You hum, taking a step back as you bow lightly. "Were you stuck in the flower?"

The fairy nods.

"Will you be staying?"

He nods again.

"Then I look forward to making your acquaintance." You bow again.

The sound of gentle wind chimes indicate the fairy's mutual agreement.

You forget some days this is the same asshole who shuddered at regular pixie dust. He helps around the place, sprinkling his own pixie dust onto the white lilies and finding fallen screws on the ground for you, almost always holding his hand out for a small treat after, something you've stocked up on. You find it strange that he does not feed on nectar the same way the other fairies do, but you don't complain when he helps around the house. He knows every nook and cranny as though he had been born for the place, and you find that he is equally helpful. He's giving you a lot less attitude now. Perhaps the hardest part was simply helping him bloom.

He sits by you when you have your dinner, popping the bubbles that manage to flutter into the air when you do the dishes, sitting by your bedside and helping you blow out the candles when it is time for you to rest. Sometimes, you find that he manages to open the windows for you in the morning. You wonder just how much strength a fairy can have, but you refuse to question it. Ignorance is bliss to a certain degree, and you are plenty content with knowing barely anything about your small friend. If he does not reveal it, then you can live without knowing.

You bring the fairy with you out to the market after a handful of weeks, letting the small thing pick out any new plants to add to his collection (which you find strange considering he can only help sprinkle pixie dust), but he picks out succulents instead, flowers that require minimal water. You find that he's still quite picky, having you only water the plants a certain amount each day, and you make him a small watering can of his own so he can do whatever he wills with it. (It does not help. He still pulls on your sleeve to have you water the plants instead of him. Annoying.) Though, as annoying as you find it at times, he is an overall pleasant person to have around.

You learn that he's particularly inclined for treats, always asking for a bite of your food, even if it means sticking one of his fingers into your bowl and licking it. He does not do well with spice, so you put aside a small bowl for him before you add anything, and he digests it while you continue cooking, flavors mixed into your food. He prefers sugar, so you make sure to triple lock the sugar jar, finding that it's always opened in the morning anyway (seriously. where is he getting the strength) and you try to scold him, but you can't resist the way he pouts at you, closing your eyes as you groan and continue to scold him. Curse him and his squishy cheeks.

"Really!" You sigh. "Stop breaking into the sugar jar!"

The fairy pouts at you, looking down and kicking dejectedly.

"Seriously. You're going to pass away from an overconsumption. How are you not going to eat nectar and only consume candy and then try to have even more?!"

The sound of wind indicates his annoyance.

"No."

He looks up at you from the table, folding his arms.

"Still no. I don't want you to pass away. How does a fairy diet even work?"

The fairy points at the sugar jar.

"No." You point at him. "No more."

You swear you hear him 'hmph' at you.

You find that you still don't know the fairy's name, and you no longer remember if it was because their names held power or this particular fairy was just out to make you struggle as much as you can to communicate with him. Maybe he just enjoys watching you not look him in the eye when he's being scolded. He's annoying (you tell yourself).

Though, when the children start visiting again, you find that your small friend sits on your head or shoulder, peering down curiously at the children who trade you old toys for fixed ones, eyes big as they ask who the small creature on your shoulder is. When you tell them it's a fairy, they almost always ask if they can touch him. The creature hides further behind you when they ask, and you shake your head no. You tell them another time, but knowing the fairy, he's never going to let them touch him. You find that not even you are allowed to touch the small thing and that he flies away almost always, wings tinted a peachy pink as you imitate the pout he likes giving you.

You wonder if he just hates you.

Though, you find that it's only with you. After a while, he warms up to the children, going as far as to flying above them and letting the gentler ones hold him, and you scoff. Maybe he just hates you. You try to grab him when one of the kids reach for his wings, and he flinches away from you, wings turning pink again. You gape at him in offense, letting him suffer as the child brushes over his wings, squeaks squeezing past his lips as he struggles to get back to you with a panicked look on his face.

"Will you let me touch you?" You hold your hand out, freeing his wings from the sticky hands, and the fairy sits in your hair with a whine, terrified of the children he had wanted to play with.

"Aw." The boy frowns. "Does he not like me?"

"Try not to touch his wings next time." You hum, handing the fixed toy to him. "How are the others?"

"The mister is letting us roam again since the master is out of the land again." The boy hands you a small bag. "I stole that from the headmaster's room."

You blink as you open it, pausing at the blue pixie dust that sparkles in the bag. "Blue pixie dust? You'll get whipped if he finds out."

"It's fine. They found a noble family to adopt me into." The boy blinks. "Will you let me write you letters?"

"Of course." You hum. "If anything arises—"

"I will let the master know." He hums. "Will I see you again, then?"

"No promises." You hum. "It would be hard to make promises."

The boy nods. "Bye bye, mister fairy!"

The creature in your hair waves goodbye, wind chimes sounding.

You lost another one. When winter falls, the children stop visiting altogether, and you watch as your lilies wilt and fall asleep for the time, watching as your fairy shivers and sticks close to your skin, even while you cook, wings sparkling on the back of your neck as you pour him a small bowl of soup to enjoy and maybe warm up with— only to fail. He crawls into your sleeve with a frown, peeking his head out as you tap his forehead twice.

"Cold?"

He nods.

"Can't afford heating, sorry—"

You hear him kick in your sleeve in complaint, but you don't address it.

And you fall into a steady day to day rhythm again. You wake up, feed two mouths (one tiny one normal) and sit in your workshop fiddling with the toys, holding up the new batch of gems that your master has sent you to the light for inspection. You do not understand it, but you do it anyway, leaving out a smaller one for the fairy to play with. You wonder if you still need to buy his favor in order to be able to touch him. Besides, would it make sense? Perhaps your little guest is waiting for spring to arrive since he had bloomed during summer. Perhaps he will leave then.

He does not.

When spring arrives, you wake up to a naked man in your bed and scream. You fall off your bed with widened eyes, hands flying to your chest to check if you still have clothes on, reaching for the knife on your nightstand as you stare at the fairy.

"I am... safe." He nods slowly, holding both of his hands up.

"How did you get in?!" You shake slightly.

He tilts his head, and you stop when you hear the wind chime.

No. No fucking way.

He smiles.

ASSHOLE. ITS THE FAIRY.

"Oh, hell no." You throw the knife to the side and throw a pillow at him. "How did you grow. Is this a sign? Is it because it's spring? You fairies better not have mating seasons. I'm kicking you out if you do."

He blinks at you, eyes wide, innocently.

"Yes or no?"

He shakes his head.

You relax only then, groaning as the birds chirp outside of the open window. You can worry about groceries later, but for the time being... your eyes trail to the man's abdomen, falling lower and lower until you realize that you definitely need to go out today because other than the fact that his fairy clothes have sized up slightly, the skirt made of leaves definitely does not help him cover anything. You'd have to keep your windows closed for the day. Some poor rich woman might catch the way his body is built and ask to buy him from you or something. The thought alone makes you shudder.

"Stay put." You point at him and then at the bed, and you shut the windows, close the blinds, light a candle, and lock him in your bedroom. Well, it could be worse. You buy what you can for him, a pair of shoes, some semblance of clothing (two sets so he has something to change into) and some more food because... you're feeding two mouthes now. Seriously. You better get paid soon because if that stupid duke of the land doesn't come back. Well, calling your mentor would be a little... rude. The land is his in name yours in legality. Though, considering the two of you are both immortal, it matters very little in reality. As long as the land is prosperous, you do not care.

Your mother died of heartbreak, your father died of mortality, leaving you with your mother's curse of immortality.

You don't know what to make of it, and you no longer care for it.

You return home with the clothes, handing them to the man (fairy? human? creature? humanoid?) to change into, to which he obeys, turning around to change. You wonder if he'll be good at anything or if he's just going to cause problems around like he did when he was a fairy well, cause problems is an overstatement. You wonder if he's going to be a picky eater again. Perhaps he'll lounge around— you're practically praying for him to keep his household habits from when he was a fairy now. Maybe you will have some strange stroke of luck.

And strange stroke of luck you have— the man helps around the house, waking before you, watering your lilies and making breakfast, sitting at the floor of your bed, head tilted as he bats his lashes at you when you wake up, scaring you half the time and worrying you the other. You find it oddly domestic of him. A man whom you do not know the name of, a fairy who bloomed from the flower stolen by a young boy, some... dude who you've just been living with. You really wonder if he has a name, but from the looks of it, he doesn't seem to be able to... speak? You wonder if he could write, but he hasn't tried communicating to you that way either. Instead, he pulls on your sleeve and gives you the most innocent bat of his lashes, and seems to telepathically tell you what he needs. You wonder if you just picked up on his body language from when he was a fairy with how you seem to know everything he needs or wants.

You still choose to ignore him when he blinks at your with stars in his eyes for more candy while shopping for food. He may come off as perfect to many, but you find that the vast majority of it comes from a facade. You squint your eyes at him, pointing at him as one would with a disobedient puppy. "No," you tell him, and he puffs his cheeks and pouts at you (something that hasn't changed from when he was a fairy) and continue following after you as you bargain over the food. He remains with a slight frown for the rest of the day, and he won't feel better until after sleep. You pick up on that equally quickly. You find that he just likes pretending to be perfect— something you are visibly not. You don't know how many times you've accidentally broken a plate when he crept up on you as a fairy.

Yet, you get used to him too, finding that it's nice to have a random dude who does the chores and cooks around, and you quickly find out why the nobles like slouching around and shopping all day. It's the boredom. So, you kick the guy out of cleaning the place and watering the flowers, and the poor man stares at you like a kicked puppy— as if he's done something wrong for trying to pamper you. You try and explain that it's because you need to do something around the cottage or else you'll end up bored out of your mind and insane. He doesn't get it, but he lets you water the flowers at the very least. You also get to do the grocery shopping still. He may not be picky anymore, but you find that he seems to add things you do not even remember buying into your food.

"No red peppers." You point at him. "No."

He blinks at you.

Some days, you really want to strangle him for weaponizing his incompetence. Though, as you chide him for trying to sneak peppers into your basket, you find that he might just really like eating peppers. No. There was no way. This was the same fairy who was huffing when you added just a bit of wasabi into your food. You squint at him, and he puts it back, smiling apologetically to the sweet old woman who gushes over his face. You wonder how far that face card could get him. You wonder if you could get the approval of your mentor... he would probably just kick him out, though. The thought almost makes you laugh.

Though, when the man is shoved a bouquet of flowers into his arms by some passerby girl, you can only pull your lips up in amusement. He blinks in confusion as the girl runs back to her friends, and he takes a step back, hiding behind you (still visible, much different from when he was a fairy), and you stifle laugh. He takes your hand quietly, bottom lip jutted slightly out the whole walk back, staring at the flowers and then at you, holding them out for you to take. "for me?"

He nods.

You tell him to find a nice vase to set the flowers in while you prep dinner. He listens, cutting the stems of the flower and pouting. You do not know what he is thinking. He's too vague— and his expression tells you that he's annoyed, but you really cannot tell over what. He stays slightly dejected for the whole night through, sitting by your bed with a frown on his face, and it almost makes you feel bad. Almost. You ask him what can make him feel better, and you watch as he reaches for your hand, staring at you the whole time for any discomfort. You blink as he rests his head on the edge of your bed, content with just holding your hand for the time being... where did he get so sly?

The answer to your question is that he's always been sly.

You crack open your door for your mentor to enter as he visits, handing you the funds for the year, showing you the files and funds and papers and scrolls and documents and... the list goes on. You locked the fairy in your room— you don't know what your mentor would do if he were to find out you were living with a man. You're pretty sure he would get kicked out. So, you try to rush your mentor out as quickly as possible, sighing when he finally gets up and ready to leave, and lo and behold— the fairy decides to make his descent down the stairs.

"I just heard footsteps."

"You must be mishearing."

"I'm afraid not."

You watch as your roommate (roommate?) steps up to your mentor, nodding as they shake hands.

"Pleasure to meet you. Your name?"

You open your mouth to make one up on the spot, and you physically pause when the man speaks.

"Don't worry about it." He smiles all friendly (with an underlying passive aggressiveness that only one might have when meeting someone they dislike) shaking his hand. "You are?"

"I am... their mentor." He nods. "So the two of you are?"

"—"

You cut him off. "Roommates! I picked him up off the street."

"You picked a random man off the streets?" Your mentor raises a brow. "Couldn't he have stayed somewhere else other than your place?"

"Well..." You lower your voice and pull your lips to his ear. "He's kinda... hot."

"He looks like a pathetic mess." Your mentor stares right into your 'roommate's' eyes, and he stares back, uncanny smile on his face. "Call me if you need me."

"You'll let him stay?!"

"I fear that if I do not let you have your way, you will simply force me out of the territory." He shrugs. "Clear the attic for him. Do not let him stay in your room, understand?"

You mock a salute at him as he shuts the door with a snap of his hands. The man is expecting you to beam at him, but as soon as you turn around, you tilt your head to the side, jabbing your finger into his chest as you press him against the table.

"So. You've known how to speak this whole time, hm? You've just been watching me read your expressions to see what you were feeling when you could have spoken the whole time? Is that how you pay your precious gardener back?"

"I really—"

Holy fuck his voice sounds like heaven.

"No." You hold your hand up to silence him, grumbling as you take a step back. "You're cooking dinner tonight and I am eating it in my room withoutyou because you've been a rude ass and deceiving me this whole time."

You watch as his expression falls. "I—"

"If you cook good enough I might forgive you."

He cooks. You find dinner set outside your door with a knock after he finishes, and you catch him peeking at you from the bottom of the stairs as you bring it into your room. You really wonder just why this fairy is so obsessed with you, but when you get a spoonful of his soup you don't mind, really. The man was good at cooking. What else could you say? You leave the finished dish outside, bringing it down to do the dishes, and you watch as he lights up from the dinner table.

"Was it good?"

"You're forgiven." You grumble, physically holding yourself back from melting over his voice. "But only if you tell me just why the hell you didn't tell me you could speak. Also, what the hell is your name?!"

He fiddles with his fingers, blinking at you. "I'm Alkaid... and I was worried you'd be creeped out by my voice if you just woke up one day and your fairy companion was both human-sized and could speak."

You blink at him wordlessly. "That's it? Wait— that came out rude. I would not think that, but I'm glad we're over that hurdle now. Can I get an omelette for breakfast tomorrow? I can get the eggs."

"I'll get the eggs." He smiles. "No red peppers?"

You shake your head.

"Okay." And you watch as the moon glistens behind him.

Alkaid is a sweetheart. Well, he had been one, but you find that he's especially gentler now, communicating with you over simple things, and knocking on your door in the morning before waking you up. You wonder if the language put a barrier between the two of you, but you don't find it in yourself to ask— especially not when he seems to know your habits just as you know his. He's always one step ahead of you. Whether that be preparing your clothes in advance or knowing what foods you're craving, he seems to know everything. You find it a little off putting at times, but you also find that it's lovely to be known. You wonder how many girls would kill to be in your position at the moment.

"Shall we head to the market tomorrow?" He tilts his head at you. "We are almost out of food."

"Already?" You blink at him. Surely he has some other intention.

"They are hosting a festival tomorrow... as well." He smiles. "Let us go together."

"Alright."

Ah. That was what it was.

You find that Alkaid has been buying clothes behind your back, the man in matching clothes with you as you descend the stairs and take his hand, holding his hand as he takes you through the stalls. He stops for candied strawberries and street style foods, taking it from you if you dislike it. He eats everything, and you refrain for ordering anything spicy in result of that. Your fairy does not like it, and you fear that you will not like it, so you settle for nothing too hot. Though, you're sure that the girls who have been peering at Alkaid the whole night would argue that you are settling for something very hot. Well, settle would be the wrong word. Is it really settling if you aren't dating?

You wonder what Alkaid makes of the whole situation.

"Is it good?" He tilts his head, opening his mouth as you give him a bite.

"It is." You nod, tilting your head back at him.

"I agree." He hums. "Shall I try to replicate this at home?"

"You're that skilled of a cook?" You raise a brow at him.

"Always." He smiles, tilting his head. "Yes?"

"...as long as you don't burn the kitchen down." You mumble.

Alkaid squeezes your hand in affirmation. You spend the rest of the night with your fingers laced between his, palm pressed flush against his, lips curled into an unconsciously sweet smile as the two of you watch the fireworks. He rests his head on your shoulder, eyes glued to the stars as he tells you the tales behind them. You listen, following his hand as you point with him, at some point the fireworks stopping and the stars being more visible to the two of you. You do not catch him staring at you, too focused on the way his voice carries through the air, and the two of you stay that way until the early hours of the morning, moving from standing on pavement to sitting on bricks, moving from sitting on bricks to laying on grass, hands never let go of.

It is beautiful, you think. He is beautiful, to you.

You wonder what you are to Alkaid. It is less of a haunting feeling and more of an innocent curiosity. Who are you to this fairy that he would willingly stay by your side and please you? Is he this way with everyone? You wonder if he would have been the same with someone else. You blink at him from the table, tilting your head as he places the bowl before you.

"What is wrong?"

You blink at him slowly. "I wonder what we are."

"You are my companion, are you not?"

(The word companion stings, but you do not know why.)

"I understand." You nod slowly.

"Why so?"

"I was curious." You smile. "I will start in the workshop again next week."

"Was there a need?"

"I am making the fireworks for the summer festival." You pause when he blinks at you. "The flowers in the sky — I am creating the ones for the summer festival."

He nods. "Is it dangerous?"

"As long as no fire gets close to it. Though, I will need to pay my mentor a visit for some more pixie dust. Perhaps I will—"

"I can provide." Alkaid swallows slowly, hand flying to cover yours on the table as you blink at him. "I will... I can provide."

"You have a source?"

"No. My wings drop pixie dust when I am small." He pauses. "How much do you need?"

"I will let you know once I get started." You smile. "Are you worried I will not come back?"

Alkaid does not answer you.

It is more than that — to him. He fears something more— that whatever force had created him and cursed him to become who he is would get its hands on you, force you to become something that he is. He wonders, and he fears, and so many more things because he would not know what to do if you are to become like him. He must protect you, perhaps. But how is he to balance protection with the ability to let you do as you will? He wonders. He wonders often.

You blink at Alkaid as he crouched by your bed, blinking your drowsiness away.

"Good morning." He smiles, and you watch as the sun peeks out from behind the curtains to light up his hair.

"Good morning." You smile back, chest warm.

Alkaid enjoys your presence more than anything— he finds. You are pretty and delicate, fingers working fast on fixing toys and making fireworks, gunpowder and pixie dust slid into the fireworks gently and carefully, eyes glued to the mechanics of everything as Alkaid cleans up your place. You are pretty, pretty like the lilies in your flowerbed, pretty like the clouds in the sky that the sun plays peekaboo with. You are pretty, and his heart knows it well, skipping a beat as you move, racing as you smile at him. The sun is nothing without its clouds. He wants to pry your fingers from your embarrassed face the same way the sun does to its clouds to catch a glimpse of you.

You are a star.

"Is something on my face?" You tilt your head, and he reaches over, wiping the smudge of pixie dust on your cheek. He watches, eyes fond as you close one eye out of reflex, smiling.

"Not anymore, starlight."

Alkaid sleeps later than you. He shuts your door behind him when he finishes making sure you're rested, and he sits in the attic, pushing the window open as the night breeze rustles his hair. He wonders sometimes if you had ever wished on a star. It would have been sweet, but he supposes it's not really something he should concern himself with. He will outlive you, and he will be alone without someone again. He wonders how much longer he will have to live before you are gone. Perhaps he will name a star after you. At the very least, he would be granted such. Perhaps he should search for your soul again since you had been so kind as to bloom him. Then, he will stay with you until it is his time to pass.

He wonders if you the two of you live like this in another life.

Though, he needs his rest too, so he shuts the window, eyes closing as he falls asleep in the warmth of his bed, pretending you are there with him.

You wonder some days if Alkaid wants to explore. Fairies are naturally free creatures, and you find it surprising that he has managed to stay so close to you for such a long time. Perhaps there is something of his that you are still holding on to. Perhaps you should ask him after the fireworks. Perhaps you are holding him back from being who he really is. So, as he shuts the door behind him after you pretend to sleep, you stare at the wood for a little too long, pondering if he would have been free in another universe. You are just weak, you find.

You don't attend the summer festival, settling for sitting out on the roof with Alkaid instead, blinking at the summer shower and the way the rockets still splatter in the sky, quieter than usual because of the rain. You wonder if you were tasked with making them because yours were resistant to the water. Alkaid hands you a sandwich from the picnic basket he had prepared, and the two of you watch from the covered patio.

"Alkaid." You hum.

"Yes?"

"Do you long to be free?"

Alkaid stares at you, closing his eyes as he shakes his head. "I am happy where I am."

You stare at him, heart churning uncomfortably in your chest as he lies to you.

"I am sorry." He senses the uncomfortableness you radiate immediately.

"No." You shake your head. "I just assumed that we were close. It is my fault."

"It is not." Alkaid reaches over for your hand as you pull it back. "star—"

"It's fine." You smile at him. "I am sorry."

"No." He tries to fix it, heart shaking in his chest, ears ringing as he tries to explain, chain of jumbled words breaking past his lips as it seems to make it worse, reaching for you again as you take a step back, and he watches as the stars in the night seem to reveal themselves after the rain clears, storm in his chest from hurting you, panic flushed through his system as the door to his room separates the two of you, his heart crumbling in his chest. Perhaps you are right.

"I... am planning on travelling soon." Alkaid smiles almost apologetically, bitterness visible on his face as you slow in your eating.

"When will that be?"

"Perhaps in a week or so." He nods. "Do take care of yourself while I am gone."

You nod.

The house is emptier without Alkaid around. You send him off from your door, handing him a safety device that you are sure he will not need, sending him off with good wishes despite the rift between the two of you. You do not know if you will see him again. You wonder if you ever will. Though, that is not your problem. It was a good time to visit everyone that had been sold to the slave market and bought again. You have had enough time playing around. It is time you return to where you are supposed to be.

You leave an empty home, white lilies wilted on the streets.

You do not return.

You busy yourself with the affairs of the land, returning Cael to his role as an aide, thanking him for taking over during the years you wanted to rest, and the two of you work for the land, your age stuck in time, Cael's age frozen next to you. You wonder if anyone questions how you have lived for so long, but you do not care. The immortals have been in power for longer than you can remember, and your father had been the exception to your noble bloodline, and it made you sick. Your mother did of heartbreak. You understand, but you find that you are not as weak as your mother was— weak is the wrong word, you find. You are not as in love as your mother was. Perhaps you had been foolish to think that you had been in love.

"Stop being a drag." Your mentor sighs, rolling his eyes as he slides you an invitation. "It's the century masquerade."

"I am not a century..." You pause. "Wow. I'm old as fuck."

"Language."

You stare at the invitation, blinking slowly.

"If you're still stuck over that roommate of yours," The man sighs. "Perhaps he will be there as well. Fairies are invited."

"Do they locate us by blood?"

"Only those who are over a century old are able to access the royal palace. You will see him again."

"How do you know that? I left him."

"He left you first."

You can't help the groan that breaks past your lips.

Yet, you are dolled up and escorted to the dance anyway, mask slipped on your face as you step foot into the ballroom, the lights too much for your eyes, heart souring at the daffodils on display and green, finding that you had been given a different dress code for some reason, but fitting in, stardust scattered on your golden gown, taking your mentor's hand as the two of you blend into the rest of the crowd, dancing as you are passed around to change partners. You wonder when you will get to stop. Though, everyone who is over a hundred is well energized. You wonder if any of these men and women pass away.

"Lonely?"

You glance at your dance partner. "No."

"You are sure?"

You nod.

"It is a shame." He swings you out of the way of your next partner, humming. "I have missed you, starlight."

You shrink back slightly to look at him, blinking owlishly as you notice the daffodil hair and peridot eyes. He smiles at you, pressing your knuckles to his lips as he smiles at you. You let him pull you off the dance floor to retreat to a balcony, rain thumping gently outside as he offers you a drink, cheeks warm as he smiles slightly over reuniting with you.

You blink slowly at him, head tilted as he opens his mouth to speak.

"I apologize." He swallows, smile bitter. "I lied to you, and I—"

"No." You blink. "It was my fault. I apologize for overreacting."

"No." Alkaid takes a step closer to you. "No. I should not have lied. I was happy with you back then, but I did not wish to hurt you by telling you I thought about exploring. It was my fault. Do forgive me for it."

"But—"

"Accept it." He hums. "May we... start over?"

"I'm... Alkaid." He smiles, bowing.

Your name comes next, and Alkaid presses your knuckles to his lips again, humming.

"May I have the honor of courting you?"

"Yes." You breathe. "Always."

Alkaid turns your hand over to press a small stone into your hand.

An opal.

"Thank you, starlight."

A Lucy Chen and party boy reader! Lucy and Aaron get called to Y/Ns house one night for a noise complaint and he flirts with Lucy, but then a few days later he get attacked by someone (maybe an ex) and Lucy is one of the officers that answers the call

Lucy Chen x Male!reader

"7 Adam 15 we've got a 415 reported near your location at 1923 Oak drive," a dispatcher says through the shop radio.

"Dispatch show 7 Adam 15 responding," Lucy replies through the walkie.

"Looks like we are about 5 minutes away," Aaron says from behind the wheel, looking at the address that popped up on their GPS, "that address sounds so familiar."

"Well it is right in the heart of Beverly hills, maybe you partied there once," Lucy jokes.

"You know what now that you mention it, I think that is Y/N Y/L/N's place, he was two grades ahead of me in school but he and I ran in the same social circles," Aaron explains.

"Of course a party boy would get a noise complaint called on him," Lucy laughs.

"To be fair Y/N isn't as much of an entitled douche as the people he hangs around, he just has a lot of money and parents who were always traveling for work leaving him alone in a big empty house perfect for partying in," he goes on.

"Hopefully since you know each other he makes this easy on us, it's not even midnight yet and night shifts can be miserable when all you deal with are obnoxious drunks," Lucy tells him.

They arrive at your house which has loud music blasting and lights flashing from inside.

It takes a couple knocks for you to actually hear them but you were all smiles when you answered the door.

"Welcome to the party-" you start when you recognize a familiar face, "no way, Aaron Thorsen is that you? I heard you were a cop now, good for you man."

"Y/N, good to see you again but unfortunately we got a noise complaint for your party," Aaron informs you.

"Damn, it was Dave again wasn't it, he's been on my ass since I was a kid and he was pissed when my parents moved back east and left me the house," you huff.

"Uh is that a pig?" Lucy questions as a pig casually walks by behind you.

"Oh yeah that's Bubba, he's my buddy Josh's," you reply, "and what's your name gorgeous."

"You can call me officer Chen," she responds, trying not to let it show that she's attracted to you.

"Well officer Chen, you want to come inside and join the party so we can get to know each other a little better… maybe you can even tell me your first name," you tease.

"Just turn the music down okay," she says rolling her eyes, "if we get another call we will have to arrest you but something tells me you would like being handcuffed."

"If you're the one putting me in handcuffs then you are absolutely right about that," you smirk.

Lucy chuckles and turns around to walk back to the car.

"Dude Aaron you think you can get me her number?" You ask when she's out of earshot.

"Goodnight Y/N," he laughs following behind Lucy.

–

"Anything exciting happen on your shift?" John asks when Lucy and Aaron enter the bullpen in the morning to switch shifts.

"Lucy was getting flirty with a guy I used to party with," Aaron teases.

"I was not," Lucy scoffs.

"Was he cute?" Celina asks, both Aaron and John looking at Lucy waiting for an answer.

"Alright sure he was cute," Lucy admits, "but it's not going to happen, there's nearly four million people in Los Angeles what are the chances we even see each other again."

The chances were a lot higher than she thought because two weeks later her and Aaron are partnered on another shift responding to a bar fight which you just so happened to be a part of.

They enter the bar and see a guy punching you repeatedly in the face.

"Woah hey, that's enough," Lucy says, pulling the guy off of you.

"Officer Chen, we've got to stop meeting like this," you say smiling up at Lucy, slightly dazed with blood running down your face.

She helps you get off the floor while Aaron tries to calm down the guy you were fighting.

"Y/N, what a surprise, are you going to tell me how many drinks you had tonight or am I going to have to get the breathalyzer," she asks.

"I haven't had anything to drink I just got here! That asshole threw the first punch," you explain.

"Because he slept with my girlfriend!" The other guy yells as Aaron is putting him in handcuffs

"She told me she was single, I swear," you state.

"Okay let's get you cleaned up," Lucy says grabbing some napkins that were sitting on the bar to wipe away the blood dripping off your chin before turning to the bartender, "you got a towel or something?"

He looks behind the bar and finds a rag, handing it to Lucy who drops the bloody napkins and switches to the rag.

"Ouch," you wince when she wipes blood off your upper lip.

"I think your nose is broken, we should take you to the hospital," Lucy tells you as another pair of cops walk into the bar after hearing of the commotion over the radio, "Aaron have them take the other guy to the station, and grab some ice to help the swelling on the way to the hospital."

Aaron nods and hands off the guy who punched you to the other pair of cops and asks the bartender for a bag of ice as Lucy guides you out to their cop car.

Aaron comes out a minute later handing you the bag of ice in the backseat before shutting the door, him and Lucy getting in the front to take you across town to the hospital.

"So did you really not know she had a boyfriend?" Aaron asks during the quiet drive.

"Hey I have some standards you know, I don't hook up with girls in relationships," you state, wincing again when he hits a pot hole and the bag of ice hits against your broken nose.

"How noble of you," Lucy laughs.

"Do you have a boyfriend officer Chen?" You ask.

"No I don't," she responds.

"So that means you and I can go on a date," you say.

"You think you're charming don't you," she chuckles, looking back at you.

"I've been told I'm very charming… and you didn't answer the question," you grin.

Lucy doesn't know what to say but she's saved by Aaron pulling into the hospital parking lot.

An hour later you've got your nose put back into its proper place and a discharge order from the doctor.

"Are you going to be pressing charges?" Lucy questions.

"No it's okay, I can't blame him for punching me," you reply.

"I'll call the precinct and tell them they can let him go," Aaron says, taking his phone out and walking away from your bed in the emergency care area leaving you and Lucy alone.

"So about that date," you say raising an eyebrow.

"If I say yes to a date will you stop getting the cops called on you?" She jokes.

"I make no promises," you laugh, "but does this mean you will finally tell me your first name?"

"Lucy, my name is Lucy," she smiles.

"I like that name, I look forward to our date Lucy."

Maybe this is just me (and I'm sure people won't hesitate to let me know if it is. Just know that if you leave hateful shit in my asks it's getting ignored and deleted) but I do not want to see a Chenford engagement/wedding or babies in season 6.

We're going to be lucky to get 12 episodes (realistically it'll likely be 10) and there is a ton to resolve between Aaron, the big bad, Bailan's wedding, and Lucy's detective exam. Not to say that we shouldn't be getting other storylines, I just know it's going to be a rushed season, and I don't want storylines to feel rushed as a result. Especially storylines that could be better suited for season 7 when we have a full 20-22 episodes to work with.

I also feel like

A.) It's too soon for any of that

B.) Tim and Lucy have communication issues that need to be worked on

I (we) waited through 5.5 seasons of a show to see my OTP to get together and I just don't want to pump the gas and have them rush through 3 major life milestones in 1-2 seasons.

Will I write about these things? Til my hand cramps. Do I want to see it on screen just yet? No.

And of course, we have no idea how long we will be blessed with The Rookie on our screens, but at the very least, I'm hoping for 2 more seasons.

This is of course no hate to anyone who wants these things, or has said these things, it's all just my opinion as I go through my 46783 rewatch waiting for the series to return. I just don't want to rush things🫣🤷🏼‍♀️

Hey! I love your Tim Bradford x teen! Reader fics! Was wondering could you do another one? Reader reconnects with someone they met through the system who's had a rough go. Maybe they were in the same house for a while and relied on each other a lot in that house to keep each other safe. But as they reconnect reader doesn't realise how toxic the relationship is. Tamara knows the dodgy stuff that the kid gets up to from her time in the system and warns Lucy and Tim because she doesn't want reader to fall back into bad habits with them. Maybe reader gets in trouble and calls Tamara to save them?

Reconnections and Regrets (Tim Bradford x Teen!Foster!Reader)

The Rookie Masterlist

Warnings: Mentions of guns and drugs

Summary: After trying to reconnect with people in the past, y/n realizes quickly why the past should stay in the past.

Author's note: I feel like this one wasn't the best fic I've done so far. I really liked this idea for the fic, though! I hope you enjoy it! Send in some more Tim Bradford x Teen!reader angsty fics!

You had promised yourself that you wouldn’t get back into your old habits. 

That you would forget your past and move forward, just like Tamara had done, and just as every other kid within the system wishes they could do. To have the ability to find someone to take you under their wing and help you forget your past. An opportunity to start over. 

But here you were, texting an old friend with plans to catch up later that afternoon. You couldn’t help but smile at the messages, you were excited to catch up with old friends. But most of all, you were excited to catch up with a special someone that you hadn’t seen since Tim took you in. 

The special someone was a boy named Jacob, the two of you had been in a foster home together when you were younger and he protected you from your foster father and well, you tried to do the same. You couldn’t help but develop feelings for him over the years. 

The last you heard about him was that he was living with his cousin, from what you knew, this cousin was bad news and you could not help but worry about Jacob living there. Especially since he stopped responding to your messages when he moved in with his cousin. It felt like he had just pushed you away. 

“What are you smiling about?” Tamara asked as she sat on the couch beside you. You had come over since Tim wasn’t home yet, and well, since Lucy and Tim were dating it now felt like you had two homes instead of one. 

“Nothing,” you responded. 

You could feel Tamara peeking over your shoulder to look at your phone, you quickly locked it and put it on your lap. 

“Please don’t tell me you’re talking to Jessica,” she pleaded. 

“Alright, I won’t.” 

She rolled her eyes, “Y/N, you know how I feel about her.” 

“Look, I’m just trying to reconnect, what harm-” 

“You know what can happen. You gotten out of that life and now you’re trying to go back? You get Starbucks on the daily, you’re in the cheer team and you go to a self-defense class for crying out loud. You’re not the same girl you used to be, so don’t think they’ll be coming at you with open arms.” 

You gave her a small glare, “Stop acting like you don’t think about going back to see your old friends from time to time.” You got up from the couch, “Maybe instead of focusing so much on my life, you should take a look at yours first.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Tamara asked as she followed you as you walked towards the door, “Where are you going?” 

“Out,” you stated as you walked out of the apartment. 

“Fuck,” Tamara exclaimed. Maybe she should’ve kept her mouth shut, but she felt she had to say something, otherwise, you would end up hurt. But now she felt like she had made things worse. 

On the other hand, you were annoyed by how she was right and maybe you got angry with her out of fear. Fear that maybe your friends, like Tamara had said, wouldn’t be as inviting as you think they would be. You hadn’t just changed through your personality but through your appearance too. You now had someone who would take you shopping for clothes you always wanted to wear, but never did out of fear of them getting stolen or taken from you. 

You acted like a completely different person now. A person who learned to trust a little more easily and you now weren’t afraid to just be yourself. 

On my way over, you sent it to Jessica. 

It wouldn’t take long for you to get back to the old neighborhood, it was a twenty-minute bus ride away. Or thirty minutes walking, but with the Los Angeles heat, you’d take your chances with the bus. 

~~ 

A couple of hours passed, and Tamara had not received anything from you. Beginning to worry had already surpassed, she was the definition of completely terrified of what could go wrong. She should’ve texted Tim or Lucy the second you left, but she wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt, but not the guilt was eating away at her. She let out a frustrated groan and called Lucy. 

Lucy picked up after a few rings, “What’s up?” 

“Look before you start yelling, I was trying to warn her okay?” 

Lucy furrowed her eyebrows, “What happened?” 

“Please don’t be mad, but Y/N was here and I saw her messaging one of her old friends and we got into an argument about it and now she’s not responding and I’m scared she’s gonna fall back into some bad habits, especially because this girl is known for doing certain things.” 

“How long ago did she leave?” Lucy asked. 

“Like two hours ago,” Tamara confessed. 

“And you’re barely calling me?” Lucy raised her voice, but quickly let out a sigh, “Do you think she went to see this friend?” 

“I know she did,” Tamamra hesitantly said. 

“Alright, for now, we’ll just see things out. We can’t just go there all guns blazing when there is no trouble,” Lucy stated. Although, she wanted to go all guns blazing because she was worried for Y/N’s safety. 

“Are we going to tell Tim?” 

“Tim already knows,” Tim announced. Tamara could hear the anger in his voice, and the fact that he never said anything until now, meant that he was indeed angry. 

“Look, just keep us updated, let us know if you hear anything from her, alright?” Lucy said. 

“Alright,” Tamara hung up the phone. 

Lucy didn’t say anything to Tim, she waited until he did, but he remained silent. 

Lucy let out a deep breath, “do you want to talk about it?” 

“Talk about what?” Tim asked. 

Lucy rolled her eyes, “About Y/N sneaking off to see her old friends? I mean, it’s obvious that you’re angry.” 

“I’m not angry.” 

“You’re not?” She asked in almost disbelief. 

“I’m disappointed. I thought she trusted me enough to tell me things, well, I thought we had gotten to that point. Now I feel like we hadn’t made any progress at all.” 

“You know that’s not true,” Lucy began to say. 

“Is it?” Tim cut her off, “because from my perspective, it doesn’t look good. I love this kid and I want to be more than just another foster home for her, but almost every time we get close to making a breakthrough she pushes me away.” 

Lucy sighed, she felt that maybe with her experience with Tamara, she would know what to say, but somehow this was different. “Just give her some time,” Lucy suggested. 

Tim wanted to say that he had given her all the time in the world, but that made it sound like he was giving up, and he didn’t want to give up. He just wished he knew what to do. 

~~ 

You had been with Jessica walking around your old neighborhood for the past two hours, hoping to run into Jacob and it didn’t take you too long. 

From a distance, you can see Jacob at the park talking to some guys that looked to be older. 

Jessica smirked as she watched you stare at Jacob from a distance, “you know he still asks about you.” 

You scoffed, “really?” she gave you a nod, “yet he won’t return a text.” 

“He thinks he’s too tough for all that shit now, he even dropped out of school,” Jessica commented. She walked in front of you, “We should go over there,” she suggested. 

Now that you were here, you had a sort of fear lingering in the back of your head. You knew the chances of hanging out with Jacob meant that you could get into trouble, but that voice inside of your head just wanted to talk to him once more. 

You shrugged, “I don’t know.” 

“Oh come on, Y/N. Don’t act like your main purpose for hitting me up was so you could see him again,” Jessica grabbed your hand and began leading you to the park. That fear within the back of your head was beginning to get louder the closer you got to Jacob. 

“Maybe I should go home,” you began to say. Jacob was only steps away and at the sound of your voice he quickly turned around. 

“No way,” he said with a smile on his face. “Ain’t no way she came back to see us,” he exclaimed as you sighed and walked up to him. “For a second I was beginning to think you were too good for us.” 

You rolled your eyes at his comment, “How you’ve been?” you asked. 

He glanced over at his friends then diverted his eyes back at you, “I’ve been decent.” Jessica walked over to his friends, of course she would know who they were. She was quick to strike up a conversation with them. Jacob took a couple of steps away from the group, gesturing for you to get closer. 

“I heard you’re staying with your cousin,” you began. 

“You shouldn’t have come back, Y/N,” Jacob warned. “You got out and I’m proud that you did.” 

“It’s not too late for you to do the same,” you commented. 

He shook his head, “I’m too deep in this shit.” You knew what that meant. You knew that his chances of getting out of this life were gone. “You really shouldn’t have come back, people know you’re staying with a cop. My cousin knows,” he began. 

Your heart began to race, “Why did you stop texting me back?” You asked. You had to ask before you left, you knew his cousin had beef with cops and anyone associated with them. 

“You left and well, I had to go with my cousin and that meant-” 

“I know,” you interrupted, not wanting to hear him say it. To hear him say that he stopped talking to you not just for your own good, but his as well. 

“You really should go,” he began to say. From the distance you could hear the roar of an engine, it caught Jacob’s attention. “Fuck,” he whispered. 

“Sounds like your cousin is back,” One of the other guys began to say. 

You looked over at Jessica, “we should go,” you said. 

Jessica opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted by the roar of the engine, a second later a car came into view and parked in the parking lot of the park. 

A guy came out of the car and began making his way over to the group, “So the rumors are true,” he began to say. “Jacob’s little girlfriend is back,” He smirked. 

“Hey, Frankie,” you said. 

“Is that all I get? Hey Frankie?” He scoffed before looking over at Jacob, “I need you to come with me,” he began as he glanced over at you, “and bring your little girlfriend.” 

“No, Frankie. You already know she liv-” 

“Did you just tell me no?” Frankie interrupted Jacob. “Do you not remember the last time I had to put you in your place?” Jacob clenched his fists, “or do you need a refresher?” 

“Fine,” Jacob grabbed a hold of your hand, “let’s go.” 

“Wait, what? I-I need to go home,” you pleaded. 

“No, no,” Frankie began, “you’re coming with us now.” 

You felt your anxiety rise within you, this is what Tamara had warned her about. This is what she was afraid of and now it was too late. 

“Jacob,” you whispered to him as soon as you stepped away from Frankie, “Where are we going?” 

“I don’t know,” he whispered. “I told you, you shouldn’t have come back.” 

You remained silent, the best thing you could do right now was to stay calm. 

Frankie drove the two of you two a house down the street, he led the two of you inside, “Dude, what the fuck, why did you bring us here?” 

“I told you I wanted to show the business,” Frankie said. 

“And you thought it was wise to bring her here?” Jacob commented. You looked around to see equipment you couldn’t recognize and powder inside blenders. You knew what was happening here wasn’t good at all, it was a lab of some sorts. A shitty one at that. 

“I want her to see what we’re doing, if she says anything then I know who ratted us out,” Frankie stated. 

Jacob shook his head, “that is the stupidest thing you have ever said. I swear you’ve lost it since you started using.” 

“What the fuck did you just say to me?” 

“Did you not hear yourself? You want her to purposely rat us out, for what? For us to lose everything?” 

Frankie pulled out a gun and aimed it at you, “So then should I just shoot her?” 

Your eyes widen, “What the fuck, Frankie!” Jacob exclaimed as he stood in front of you. You clung to Jacob’s arm, you could feel tears beginning to well up in your eyes. 

One of the guys from earlier came running in, “We got a problem.” 

Frankie sighed and put his gun back in his belt, “what?” 

“Enrique is here and I don’t think he wants to talk anymore.” 

Frankie looked at the man with anger in his eyes, “Stay here,” he told Jacob before walking out front. You pulled out your phone as soon as Frankie left. 

“What are you doing?” Jacob asked. 

“I-I was in over my head coming here,” You began as you looked for Tamara’s contact. 

Jacob rolled his eyes, “Calling your cop dad is just going to get me locked up,” He commented. 

“You wanted me to go, so now I’m calling my friend to get me the fuck out of here,” you stated. You heard a gunshot coming from outside, before you could even ask Jacob anything, he ran outside. You called Tamara, hoping she would pick up fast and that she wouldn’t say a word about this to Tim. 

“Y/N!” Tamara exclaimed. 

“Tamara,” you choked out, “I-I need your help.” 

Tamara face fell, “Where are you?” 

“I don’t know, we were at the old neighborhood and Frankie showed up and he-he’s on something and it looked like he wanted to show Jacob a-” Another gunshot rang outside, you jumped to the sound. You ran from your spot in the living room, you found a bathroom in the hallway. 

“What was that?” Tamara asked. 

You closed the door behind you, locking it before jumping inside the tub. “Please, help me.” 

“Okay, okay, stay on the phone. I’m gonna connect Lucy okay?” Tamara quickly added Lucy to the call. “Please pick up,” Tamara said to herself. 

“Tamara,” Lucy began, “you hear anything from Y/N?” 

“Lucy,” you said. 

“Y/N?” 

“Lucy, I added you to the call,” Tamara explained. 

Lucy quickly put the phone on speaker, Tim was quick to understand what was going on. 

“Y/N, Hon are you okay?” Tim asked. 

Just hearing his voice made you feel even more guilty, you felt the tears fall down your cheeks, “I’m sorry,” you choked out. 

“Y/N, honey, it’s okay, right now I need you to tell me if you’re okay, are you hurt in any way” Tim reassured. 

“N-No,” you stated. 

“Good, where are you?” 

“I-I don’t know. Some house in the old neighborhood.” 

“Y/N, do you think you can share your location with me?” Lucy suggested. 

You placed the phone on speaker as you went on your phone to share your location, “There,” you stated. 

“There it is,” Lucy said. 

“Let’s go,” Tim said as he placed the shop in drive. 

Another gunshot ranged through the air, “What was that?” Tamara asked. 

“That sounded like a gun,” Tim stated as he drove. 

You stayed on the phone with them until they had gotten there. You had hung up the phone once they arrived, You could hear the gunshots coming from outside, meaning that Lucy and Tim’s presence wasn’t welcomed. Sirens were coming from the distance, you felt a little at ease knowing that backup was coming. 

Still, you remained in the bathroom until it was safe. The shots subsided and you heard footsteps within the house. A few seconds later someone knocked on the door, “Y/N?” Tim called out. 

You quickly got up from your position in the bathtub and opened the door. Before Tim could even react, you had your arms wrapped around his torso, he let out a relieved sigh as he hugged you back. 

“I’m sorry,” you cried out. 

“It’s okay,” He said as he gently rubbed your back. “It’s alright, let’s just go home.” 

You agreed, following him outside. You looked around for Jacob, making eye contact with him as he sat inside one of the shops. Tim had noticed, he knew that you needed this closure with your past, “hey, roll down the window,” he told the officer who sat inside the shop. He did as he was told. 

Jacob stayed silent, “I guess this is goodbye,” you began to say. 

“Next time, stay out of this neighborhood,” he warned. You gave him a nod, “And if there is a next time, I probably won’t be as inviting.” 

Tim gestured for the cop to roll up the window, he knew you didn’t need to hear more. “There won’t be a next time,” you whispered as you walked away from the shop. 

“Y/n!” you heard Tamara call out. 

“Tamara!” You ran up to her, she engulfed you in a hug. “I’m sorry for everything I said.” 

“It’s the past now,” she said. “Let’s just forget about it,” she said as she let go of the hug. 

“Tamara is gonna take you home until my end of shit,” Tim stated. “We’ll talk then, alright?” 

You gave him a nod, following Tamara to her car. 

“If there is anything I learned today, it’s that the past is the past,” you said once you got in the car. “And you’re right, I’m not the same girl I was a year ago.” 

“We’re lucky,” Tamara began, “Not a lot of us get this opportunity in life and when we do, we do everything we can to not go back.” Tamara started the car. You knew that you wouldn’t come back to this life, but something within you was going to miss it. Miss the little moments of happiness that made you feel like you had a home, but now you had an actual home. It wasn’t the ideal home, but it was a home and you had someone who gave you a sense of family even if it wasn’t picture-perfect.