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trashmouth-richie · 9 months

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Eddie x Fem! reader

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the conversation of the century finally happens, grab your tissues.

**edited to add as a content warning— the major character death I talked about in chapter 12— happens within this chapter, if we remember, Tooty experienced heavy trauma to her abdomen……… this story has never and will never be a pregnancy fix all trope. — sorry it wasn’t labeled correctly the first time. **

no minors 🔞, talk of trauma, another traumatic event, miscarriage

a/n: this is a shorter chapter the next one will be longer and not out as soon. Thank you again to @sweetsweetjellybean for beta reading for me and helped me tweak this chapter @blueywrites who helped me months ago come up with this plot. And @jo-harrington who helped also. This story would be nothing without all the people liking and reblogging it— so T H A N K Y O U for continuing to read it even when it got dark, when weeks went by and there wasn’t an update in sight, I appreciate each and every single one of you. Here’s to our two dumbasses, finally figuring it out 🥂

“Eddie.”

Your throat was bruised and weak. The slow painful flick open of your swollen eyes have you paralyzed with doubt.

Deceiving sight of a beaten man sitting in front of you with a hard cast covering his right hand, the fingers are deeply swollen and bruised, the nails tinged with dried blood.

This wasn’t a version of Eddie you had seen before.

His normal pale skin is purpling and raised around his cheek and left eye. His top lip is split and agitatedly red against black stitches, probably from him picking at it.

He was handsome, even with his face twisting into relief and sorrow. Tears flow down the colorful sunset painting of healing and broken skin on Eddie’s face. He stands quickly, leaning over you carefully.

Quivering, timid hands reach for your cheeks, realizing the cast would probably scratch or scrape you, he settles for one hand laid dainty on your cheek, thumb stroking the skin like a ghost.

The dark pools of his eyes pull you in as his tears fall freely, and your heart begins to sew itself whole again. As his lips meet your hairline he whispers a cut off sob of his worries. Your tears flow with his. Merriment of grief and comfort as you cry into his shirt. Wishing you could live in this moment forever.

A dark wave full of emotions crash down on you all at once. The joy of seeing Eddie mixing with shame and guilt over what he must have braved while defending you. Finally, confusion on what exactly had happened and how you both ended up here and alive?

“You’re here,” you choke, a tubing clustered hand strokes Eddie’s face, “I was so scared,” you mumble weakly, “I thought we were d—” your throat tightens on the word and won’t release it, lost on a sobbing gasp that is muffled into his shirt as he pulls you into him.

The soft cotton of his shirt envelops you in a calming light state, the same smoky essence of Eddie washes over you, settling your hiccuping cries. His hand is stroking your hair, careful around the stitches. And if you listened close you could hear his heart breaking.

Eddie would find a way to melt the galaxies for you if you asked, hearing you crumble about the thought of him being dead is almost too much for him to handle.

“You don’t have to worry about that anymore,” he says, strongly, firm toned to get his point across in as few words as possible, no need to go into detail about how it was done, you and the baby were safe and that’s what mattered, “he’s gone.”

Gone? Did he get away?

“Wh—-” you try your best to make any sort of sense register and click in your brain, but it’s not connecting, “Eddie?”

He took a deep weighty breath, the final swing of the wooden bat playing behind his eyes like a film in class, he watched Chad’s lifeless body slump to the floor, the dirty and blood riddled nails wedged into his temple like a knife through soft butter. The horrified expression Mr. Derry gave as blood splattered on the walls, and coated Eddie’s face.

He lowered his head and shook the image from his mind, “I took care of it,” he whispered gravely, “he won’t be bothering you again.”

The muddied storm in his eyes thunders as you comprehend his words. Would you be afraid of him? The same hands that held you so tenderly were also capable of murdering a man who nearly took your life. The thought of you being terrified of him tingles his spine and makes his knees weak, he turns away from you before you can see him cry again.

Chad is dead. And you want to scream at yourself when you feel remorse. He was terrifying. A real life in the flesh monster. Quite literally tried to kill you. All he brought to you was pain. And he was dead at Eddie’s hand. The nightmare finally over.

He tried to hide the distressed pain burrowed deep in his face. He was everything the town always said about him. Satanic. Future convict. White trash, just needed to stitch ‘murderer’ to the long list of insults he’d worn his entire life, like a cloak to shield others away from him.

With your head held high you wipe the tears from your eyes and pull Eddie’s chin to face you, and you’re surprised when he jerks away slowly.

You forget the time spent away. Finding it easy to fall into sync with him again, your Eddie. Would he ever be yours again? He’s been left out in the cold, sick from the frigid heart you peacocked off to him, boundaries up and lies in your head.

He was the most important person in your life. And it was time you told him so.

“Look at me, Eddie,” you coax, trying to make your voice seem velvety instead of the scratchy crack of desperation you currently are pleading to him, “you saved my life.”

The brooding deepens and he presses his lips tight together before looking at you, guilt and shame riddle his features, “I’m sorry, baby,” he whispers, closing his eyes, “I’m so fucking sorry,” the tears fall freely down his face, and he wipes them away hastily with the back of his leather covered arm, “I should have been there.”

The words stab like a knife into your soul. Everything happened because of your actions, your apprehensive heart. Eddie almost got himself killed and in turn had to kill your abuser, yet he was the one apologizing for not being there.

“It’s my fault,” you say weakly, reaching up to brush a tear away from his wet eyelashes, “I’m the one that pushed you away, and then… I’m sorry Eddie…I couldn’t..”

He pulls you into him, his lips skirting your hair line, kissing sweetly and soft like butterfly wings. He shushes you, and whispers that everything will be okay, and in that moment you realize you didn’t have to stroll the pearly gates to be his.

His eyes drop slightly to the blanket cozied up around you, flitting over your stomach. When his eyes find yours again, there are fresh tears, and a sad smile. It takes a nano second for the realization to hit you like a ton of bricks in the chest. A gasp breeches your lungs and guilt forms in the shape of tears in your eyes.

He knows.

Regret is billowing from your body and you try to cover your eyes, terrified of Eddie’s reaction to not only you being pregnant with his baby, but keeping it from him for months.

Outside of telling Eddie to leave and trying to convince him that you didn’t love him—- this was the hardest thing you’d ever done. But you told yourself he wouldn’t want to be a part of you with a baby in the mix. A baby that would ruin plans and put a halt to dreams. He didn’t need to be tethered to you because of one night.

One single night that you had been lying to yourself about— trying to ease away the pain of loving Eddie and pushing him away for his own good. People had been distancing themselves from you your whole life.. you were guarded and as hard as it was to let the barrier fall around your heart, it was just as easy to put it back up, barricaded in yellow caution tape of lies.

Unworthy

Before you can drift into a full fledged spiral Eddie’s warm hands find your cheeks and tilt your head upwards to look at him.

“I’m here,” his eyes search yours, and they flood with the warmth of the sun behind the black storm, “I’m not going anywhere,Tooty.”

The drop of an aluminum can and spray of carbonated soda fills the room behind a loud shriek, making Eddie jump and stand up, instinctively placing his body around yours, his back covering you in a leather shield, and you grab his hand between your fingers, an instant comfort to your panic.

“STEVE!” Robin screams, her hands fly to her face like that little punk Kevin McCallister in Home Alone, mouth hung open in shock.

Steve enters the room with a fancy company cell phone tucked between his shoulder and ear. A package of Oreos in his hands, “No, Jack— I don’t care how long it takes just fucking f—“ his eyes go wide in disbelief, and he slams the presses a button to end the call when you smile weakly and wave your fingers between Eddie’s at him.

The next half hour is full of tears and hugs, calls to the Wheeler’s and the rest of your friends, letting them know you were awake.

The nurses flood in like a gaggle of cadets. Checking monitors and adjusting tubing. Letting you have your moment with your friends, explaining you were still going to be weak and the doctor would be by in a while to go over things with you.

Steve hasn’t stopped crying since seeing your eyes opened, blowing his nose every few mins. Robin talks enough for everyone, your throat still rubbing raw whenever you tried to say anything so you work with nodding along when asked questions. Eddie is unusually quiet, sniffing loud every now and then, offering you ice chips the nurses brought to you, a plastic spoon to your lips.

“So what hap—” Robin starts and Eddie immediately glares at her, shaking his head and a firm “no” falls from his lips, and nobody tries to bring it up again.

Eddie didn’t want you getting upset, he’d protect you for the rest of his life if that’s what it would take. Fuck, he’d even be happy to sit in jail for a life sentence for killing that mother fucker. Pride swelling his chest knowing Chad was dead at his hand. Finally making his mother proud for protecting someone when he couldn’t do the same for her… and now there was someone else to protect. A tiny little someone.

The days you had been sedated he was beside himself. When he wasn’t in your room holding your hand and humming songs to you, he would be down in the gift shop. Thumbing through baby books, familiarizing himself with the favorite nursery rhymes of Mother Goose. His fingers traced the lace on a pair of tiny little white socks. Blue plastic baby toys that he found were called a rattle and made a clunky noise when shook.

He looked out of place. Torn jeans and chains hanging from his waist amongst the delicate pastels of the baby section, but he didn’t care. He made himself a promise. That when this was fall said and done and you were healed—he would move you all into a new house. Out of Hawkins, away from this shithole of despair that only held bad memories.

And he intended to keep his word.

“Umm, I know it’s a little soon to figure this all out— but none of us want you staying… there, Tooty,” Steve says, blowing his nose one more time, hands on his hips in his typical mother hen style, “we didn’t know when you would… but eh…Leighanne already has the spare bedroom set up for you… and you can stay as long as you want.”

You hadn’t even thought about the house. But the thought of possibly having to go back there had you trembling. The smell of your own blood dripping onto the carpet filled your nose, Chad’s maniacal laugh…

“Later,” Eddie says, shutting the conversation down by clearing his throat, his eyebrows pulled in and he tries to hide his worry again by wiping his hand down his face.

You’re thankful when visiting hours are through, your body aches and the bruises lining your stomach are tender, each movement making sharp bolts of pain shoot all over. Everyone says their goodbyes, you squeeze Eddie’s hand, a panic set lightning strikes in your eyes. You didn’t want to be alone. Not now. Not anytime soon.

He doesn’t pause, doesn't recoil. He stands tall, squeezing your hand, his eyes finding yours, a silent comfort washing over you as he whispers so only you could hear, “I’m here, always.”

He needed you to know how serious he was taking this. You, the baby, everything. He wanted to be there for it all.

Small waves from your friends and powerful hugs with murmured conversations between Eddie and Steve, leaving them both nodding and agreeing on something out of earshot.

The room feels small without them there. The elephant in the room hovering over you and weighing heavy on your chest, bigger by the second and you can’t wait anymore.

“Eddie?” you croak, barely audible, vocal cords rubbing raw trying to speak.

The tears are already brimming in his eyes, he looks up at the ceiling, his thumb rubbing small patterns on the back of your hand, “when?”

You remember the exact day and time you felt something off in your body. Tired and achy all the time you couldn’t catch believe the amount of hours you could sleep uninterrupted.

The same calendar that once held your schedule for you and Eddie also held when your period was supposed to begin, but since Nancy had crossed Eddie’s name off you hadn’t even thought about possibly being late. Flipping through the pages you realized you were 3 weeks late. And blamed it on the stress. When February came and you still hadn’t gotten your period, you made an appointment with the clinic, and on the black monitor the doctor pointed out the tiniest baby growing in your belly, almost eight weeks along.

“When what?” You answered feebly, throat aching with each word.

Taking a deep ragged breath, Eddie looks at you, concern shadowing his face, he looks haunted, and depleted, “when did you find out you were pregnant?”

“Last month,” you clear your throat and reach for the ice chips, but Eddie helps you spoon them into your mouth. The ice melting on your tongue, pooling slowly and sliding down your throat to ease the ache.

“Eddie, I—” tears fall as you look into the hurt man’s whiskey colored eyes, “I was scared to tell you.”

He's blinking back tears, dropping your hand to walk around the room, landing at the window and pretending to look at the sky, “Did you think I wouldn’t care?”

A long pause between you is more than enough of an answer for him, and he sniffs loudly, “I’m not my dad y’know?” His voice hurt and wavering the delivery , “If you thought for a second that I wouldn’t give a shit about you or the baby, you’re wrong.”

Words you never thought would be said flow so easily from him, and you’re embarrassed you ever doubted him, “We aren’t together, Eddie,” you explain, letting the tears free fall, “I didn’t want to hold you back.”

Eddie scoffs and pushes off from the window, pouring his heart into his words as he explains his hurt, “hold me back? From what the band? Tooty, I’ve been trying to prove to you for months that all I’ve ever wanted was you,” he moves across the room, sitting next to your legs on the bed, reaching for your closed fist to thread his fingers with yours.

“Every part sweetheart, the good and the bad. Don’t you see that?”

Of course you did, but it was never that easy.

“I just— ” you couldn’t find the words, even though he deserved them, it was too much, “I can’t even say that…how could I tell you that I’m pregnant after what I did and how I treated you?”

That night with Eddie blurred in your mind. He was gentle and sweet, you had never experienced such passion in all your life. It was everything you could have hoped for and more, but your scared heart ruined it.

“I’m a bitch, Eddie. Look at what happened to you because of me!” yoj gesture to his bruised beautiful face, and the tears flow quick down your cheeks, “you deserve someone who doesn’t hurt you,” you mumble, tearing your eyes away from him and looking at the ceiling tiles.

“Goddamnit Tooty, you are possibly the most stubborn person, biggest pain in my ass… but I have cared about you since you were 14. And I have loved you since the minute you opened up that front door and yelled at me.”

You both laugh through the tears and he brings your chin to face him, his dark brown eyes swim with the glitter of fallen happiness, and he quickly blinks, “let me take care of you, sweetheart, both of you.”

It could be that simple. He loved you and you loved him. It wasn’t rocket science or poor willed fate. This was two people who cared about each other enough to look past all the ugly shit the world had to offer and chose to stick together. The epiphany sewed your heart closed and locked it tight, a branded “EM” on the lock and Eddie held the key.

You grab him with more force than either of you were expecting and collide your lips with his. Tears and stitches fill the gaps where your tongue danced the last time these lips touched yours. But it was somehow sweeter than any kiss before.

“I love you, Eddie Munson…” you breathe, “but I swear I will cut that hair of yours down to the scalp if you try to name this baby ‘Ronnie Dio’, or ‘dragon slayer 86’ or whatever the hell you used to call yourself in your demon club in high school.”

For the first time in days, Eddie belly laughs, and kisses each of your cheeks, “ohh princess, don’t tell me your still jealous because Eyeball wouldn’t let you join?”

You cross your arms in a pout and Eddie laughs again, “there she is, that’s my girl.”

Pushing him away with a playful shove he comes back and kisses you again, both of you smiling and giggling, two idiots in love. With a wince, you scoot over in the bed and make room for him to sit with you, adjusting the wires and tubing around you both you snuggle into him, placing his hand on your belly where you assume the baby to be.

He snuggled into your neck and sniffs quietly. Content.

“Promise me something?” you whisper as your fingers thread through his curls, he nods into you, kissing your neck sweetly and humming a yes. It’s a big ask, and you’re new to this feeling, “please don’t ever stop loving me.”

Eddie’s grin is warm on your cheek as he sits up, looking so far into your eyes your souls reach out and hold hands, “I couldn’t even if I wanted too, baby.”

A knock on the door interrupts the moment and you both turn to see a doctor in a long white coat, and green scrubs. His face is jolly and caring, an instant comfort.

“Ah yes, the nurses told me you were awake,” he says with a big smile, “it was pretty touch and go for awhile there but you look good considering what happened, how are you feeling?”

“Sore,” you answer, “everywhere.”

“That’ll be expected with the hellish ordeal you went through. Mr. Munson here gave us a brief rundown on what happened, and your injuries coincide that statement. We will be helping you both set up counseling appointments, usually with instances such as these, there will be panic and trauma that will develop from it. I urge you both to take them seriously.”

Eddie nods and answers for you, “yes sir.”

“Good. Now this soreness, is it generally all over or more localized in one spot?”

“I mean my head and face feel pretty awful, but mainly it’s my stomach.”

A small look of panic settles on the doctors face but is quickly replaced with a gentle smile, “we will schedule from scans for later today to make sure everything is okay, if you don’t mind— while I’m here,” he says, removing his stethoscope from his neck, “I’ll have a little check, alright?”

Eddie moves from the bed and settles by your shoulder, briefly pressing his lips to your hairline, his warm hand rubbing your arm slowly.

“Just routine,” the doctor says, lifting your hospital gown to the top of your stomach, pulling the blankets down to the stop of your knees, “nothing to worr—” his broad smile fades and Eddie lets out a loud gasp.

The inside of your thighs and the sheet beneath you are soaked in claret colored blood. You don’t have time to register what is happening before the doctor crosses the room and begins yelling orders through the phone, “this is Dr. Newby, prep OR 2 for a D&E…possible c-section, I’ll need everyone available.” He hangs up with a loud click and turns to address you and Eddie.

“What’s going on?!” Eddie demands, fear stricken eyes almost onyx in color, his fingers gripping yours tight.

“She needs to be prepped for surgery,” he answers Eddie curtly but still politely.

You balk, “Surgery?! Why?!”

The doctor looks into your eyes with a sympathetic expression, “you’re having a miscarriage.”

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#eddie munson #eddie x fem!reader #eddie x you #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #stranger things

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wumblr · 7 months

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the way house of leaves has been revived for a cult following is so funny. it's completely backwards! it was a music industry book. the singer poe, who made waves with her debut for having a few tracks produced by j dilla and then if i remember correctly doing a 500+ show tour, essentially tanked her career to promote the book (written by her brother)

not like on purpose but it was supposed to be a paired project and there was a remix with a book excerpt read by mark (the kyrie bmw sex scene) and like, i don't know, a tie-in website -- but then her label got sold or merged or acquired and the project was eventually cancelled after languishing in limbo for a few years. there's also an aspect of this where like, a texas oil executive posed as a friend of her late father (possibly true) in order to manipulate legal proceedings (?) to ultimately own her writing and recording copyrights post-acquisition (dubious allegation, which also relies on her having signed away both types of copyright to her label in the first place, arguably a larger problem spanning the whole industry, even today, still coming up in legal proceedings from kesha and taylor swift and so on)

anyway the album (haunted) and the book were both inspired by the same event (death of their father, tad danielewsky -- as an aside, a professor of theater at brigham young university). the album features samples from a box of cassette tape recordings of his voice. and also some fake samples from a couple of guys pretending to be tad danielewski with an obviously ridiculous accent and a couple of kids pretending to be her as a kid. and it takes place inside the house. the growl is there and everything i swear

it really was one of the top tier 90s concept albums (it was released in 2000 actually) but it is usually FAR too much to handle for casual listening and a lot of it comes across difficult for being so sincere and so unfocused (it is a love letter to her dead father where one of the songs is a list of places she's gotten fucked, because, uh, this is a conversation she wanted to have with him. shrug). and yet it's hard not to take it as it is because it's so consistently well produced

so i know nobody's computer comes with a cd player anymore but to read the book without listening to the paired album implicitly packed in the back of the book jacket is kind of like missing the whole point. there's a whole second act of rashomon you guys are missing. and a third act hello the etsy teleplays. ANYWAY the point i wanted to make is that there are a couple of things about the album sticking to the roof of my mouth as being somehow prescient. there's a distorted "why (are you) so serious" sample that would have come across VERY differently post-joker, but there's also "tell me something dangerous and true," a far more interesting variation on the theme currently circulating. and i'm speaking to an empty room here because it's only the celibate 60% of this website who is reading the book because it allows them a patina of literary validity and several nested unreliable narrators to distance themselves from the sex scenes, but haunted is very authentically, directly and exclusively written in first person and to be honest it fucks too hard for you guys. i'm sorry

#house of leaves

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pendarling · 10 months

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Common Sense Villain Prompts & Dialogue

Thoroughly making sure their identity and name stays hidden

Using a gun in situations when it’s more convenient

Double-checking someone is dead or really is gone with no chance of return

“Untie me!” “Okay, what do you think my response is going to be? Hm?” “I… no?” “Exactly, use your head.”

A villain that doesn’t tell anybody about their plans except people they actually trust

Stealing items and then hiding it somewhere they know it won’t be found

“I’m not listening to someone who touched radioactive material and got powers.”

Not looking into mysteries for “hidden meaning” and doing their job

Minding their own damn business when it doesn’t involve them

Fixing their schedule so nothing overlaps

There is no such thing as a “self destruct button/lever/switch” that exists somewhere anyone could accidentally touch

“What if I gave you an offer, Villain?” “No thank you, I’ve seen what your offers look like before”

Leaving a scene right before things get worse when they know they have lots of time on their hands instead of rushing at the LAST SECOND

Not doing a dare no matter what

Reading the contract before they sign

“What was that noise?” “We should go back.” “But what if someone needs help?” “Fuck them.”

If Villain can’t see well, they would keep spare glasses with them at all times

Using someone else’s car to get somewhere because hell if their license gets revoked

Labelling ingredients and other items correctly and making them distinctive

Not monologuing or springing into a fantastical musical theatric display

^^^“Aren’t you gonna sing about your childhood and hard upbringing?” “Why would I tell you about my private life?”

Immediately snitching to the boss when they catch the traitor

Opting out of an activity they know will get them hurt

Not flaunting about anything to anyone because they know it’ll attract attention

Getting somewhere early

“I wonder who sent out this weird package?” “Don’t touch it and don’t bring it inside.”

When a machine starts leaking they immediately fix it instead of brushing it off

Looking for cameras and microphones in a hotel

Not having a top secret discussion outside in public

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frillsand · 10 months

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Frills!

Do you got a playlist for actor Au Wally? I thought I saw you mention it before, but I can’t remember.

❤️ u and I don’t think I’ve ever said it but the way you draw Wally is SO FRIGGIN cute, it like makes my heart stop, I love seeing ur Wally curse cuz it’s just such a dynamic shift. It’s so funny lmao

AAA Thank you! I love drawing Wally, it’s hard not to. He’s just too silly. As for the playlist, I do have one, it’s not a great one but it’s a mix of songs that remind me of this Wally and songs he would like. Lower any expectations to zero because it ranges from two moods.

I know I could have labeled it correctly but my friend sees my Spotify account and it’s embarrassing enough.

#welcome home actor au #wally actor au #wally darling #welcome home puppet show #actor au #welcome home #diva wally

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undercoverpena · 10 months

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unwrap me now

frankie morales x f!reader

summary: it's a nice bathroom. and you're a good girl on your birthday.

warnings: 18+ smut. p in v. sex in a bathroom, but it's your birthday. tw: alcohol.

wordcount: 3k

You’re tipsy—all of your nerves humming, muscles all loose.

You glide your tongue around the straw of your fourth (fifth, maybe even sixth) drink, trying to wrap it, chasing the taste—needy for the coolness of it against the inside of your cheeks.

It’s a pretence that you’re listening, all faked.

Having checked out on the talk of 'wooden flooring or carpet' several minutes ago. As the birthday hat atop your head slides for the billionth time, your eyes softly blur at the edges—all lights on with no one home.

You do manage a nod and a smile every now again, conversational cues thrown at you, reacting somewhat quickly.

You’re not even sure you know what it is you’re drinking anymore. Having begun on one thing, finding something different in your hand.

There’s a chance another glass will be with you soon. Each of the boys taking it in turns to see which one can get you the most drunk—something you suspect you weren’t supposed to overhear.

With the scent of barbecued meat hanging in the air, you let your eyes sweep across the bodies of the party, finding the one person you’re searching for.

The music around you (and everyone else) is no longer soft acoustic tracks, but rather having shifted to uptempo songs with lyrics you don’t know.

It’s nice, fun. A birthday you won’t forget—if you even remember it in the first place—it’s just you’d rather be at home.

Wrapped in his arms. Memories of earlier beginning to ebb their way through the tipsy-haze as your teeth bite down on your straw.

Because earlier you’d been bent in half, fingers knotting in your new bed sheets as Frankie—the man who hasn’t taken his eyes from you since the two of you were separated—makes you see spots in the corner of your vision.

Running the tip of your tongue against the straw, you lose yourself in how he made your toes curl—how he’d made your voice hoarse, his name falling from you like a chorus.

Whether Frankie is soft and teasingly-slow or passionate and hard, he undoes you with simplicity. Knowing you, reading every held-back expression to keep him guessing. Seeing through you, listening to your body as though it sings for him.

In a way, it does.

Just like it calls out to him, a part of you wishing right now that you were curled into him. His arm slung across your shoulders, the scent that’s just unequivocally him, swarming your senses.

He’s not far away. You could beckon him over—well within earshot if you called out for him.

For now, you just allow yourself to admire him more subtly than he’s admiring you.

Even if you’re more tipsy. Several drinks ahead of him from the way he’s still nursing his bottle with the picked-at label from when you made your third drink. But, you’re clever than him—only coyly ogle him, while he’s undressing you.

You should tear your eyes away, focus back on what Benny’s friend is saying. But Frankie has taken a sip of his beer, holding your gaze. It forcing your throat to dry. Eyes, even from here, easily able to spot the condensation clutching his fingers—the beer droplets clinging to his lip. The ones you want to lick off, even slide his fingers into your mouth—

“Birthday girl,” Santiago suddenly says, appearing to your right. “A cocktail for the prettiest girl here.”

If you were sober, you’d have narrowed your eyes. But like this, already several “homemade” cocktails deep by Will and Benny, you’re not even sure if you’re blinking correctly.

“What’s in this one?”

Somehow, the words come out in order and not slurred. A surprise, if you say so yourself.

Santiago just kisses your cheek. “Drink it and find out.”

You would. Almost do. But as you blink, dragging your eyes down to the glass, another hand wraps around the glass.

A hand you recognise. One that had been softly around your throat only a few hours ago and belongs to the same man you’d been ogling from the other side of the garden.

He tugs on it lightly—attempting to take the drink from you—giving a sterner expression to the man still on your right.

“Gimme the drink, baby.”

“I think our friends are trying to get me drunk.”

He snorts, sniffing the glass. “I think so too. You having a nice time?”

It’s instant, the way you smile. Quickly forgetting the way you’d protested even coming, wishing you could stay in bed with him all day. How he’d promised to make it up to you, a taster of how in the kitchen, thighs around his face—fingers grasping at the new counter he’d fitted as he drew letters against your clit.

“You eaten anything?”

He looks concerned, russet brown trying to stare into your eyes. His hands were suddenly free, with no glass of mixed spirits or beer—just one hand on your shoulder and the other on your cheek.

“Baby?”

“N-no. Some…. pizza, I think?”

He briefly looks past you before stroking your cheek. “Let’s get you some food, maybe some water, yeah?”

“I think I need the toilet first.”

“Yeah, sure—wait, you okay?”

Nodding, the edges of your vision blur.

The array of things you’d been drinking beginning to mix in your stomach. A concoction that suddenly makes your cheeks warm, your eyes unable to remain innocently on your man’s face—but rather the sneak peek of his collarbone. The way his shirt is parting more—unveiling more skin.

“Yeah, yeah,” you say, swallowing, finding your tongue heavy. “Just gonna freshen up.”

You end up sitting on the closed lid of the toilet seat once you’d wet your face and cleaned your hands.

Body all warm, buzzing with alcohol—not enough to take away how the straps of your shoes are beginning to rub—or the thoughts about how handsome Frankie looks. Frankie and his open over-jacket. Frankie with his soft curls spraying out under his hat as his eyes—

A knock sounds, rudely interrupting. The door opening as you hear him say, “Just me.”

Again, you smile. All instant. One he pulls from you with such ease, it’s almost a reaction at this point. “Hey, baby. Isn’t it nice in here?”

“Yeah. It’s…it’s a nice bathroom. Why’re you still in here?”

“I just had to check it out myself,” you say, shrugging.

Leaning his back against the closed door, Frankie gazes around. “He’s been telling people he finished it last week.”

You smirk, tracing the line of his jaw. Licking your lips as you spot the light scratch mark from your nails earlier. “So, he can’t have had the chance to entertain anyone in here.”

Frankie’s lips slide into a smirk, eyes landing on you—making you dizzy for a different reason than the alcohol. “Guess you’re right...”

“And,” you say, standing up, placing one hand on his chest, toying with one of the buttons on his shirt, “he did sleep with the new girl he’s seeing in our guest shower.”

Lowering his mouth, he almost kisses you.

His breath dances over your lips, so close you could lift and slant your mouth over his. But you wait. Even if it’s torture.

“And, it is your birthday,” he adds.

Smiling, you roll your lips. “So it is.”

Capturing your lips, your feel his hands—broad, wide-spread fingers—clutching your hips. Pulling you flush, little to no space between his body and yours. You can taste the beer before it mixes with your array of spirits. Your fingers brush over his chest, knuckles grazing the light hair there.

You’re lost. Mind emptied of everything but him.

Him, and his presence, quickly making your cheeks go warm, your lungs burn as they need air—not that you’ll come up to take any. Fingers clutching at strands at the base or his neck, feeling him pinch your bottom lip between his teeth.

All hunger, passion. Like the two of you are starved off one another. As though this wasn’t round three for the two of you in your friend’s bathroom.

Removing his mouth from yours, he latches his tongue to your neck. Hand snaking up your thigh, up and up until he’s stroking where the fabric meets your skin—sending a spark up your spine, thrill pooling in your stomach.

You whine. And he chuckles. Low, all buried into your neck as his thumb slides over the patch on your knickers. The one you gained from just thinking about this, thinking about him.

“Fuck. Wet already, baby?”

You swallow, his mouth ghosting back over yours as you nod—more in a permissive way, than an answer to his question.

Focusing (barely) on how his fingers snake under the band of your underwear, feeling him dip into your folds. Your hips wanting to move, shift—budge. Desperate to have him go deeper already. To aid the ache you’ve felt since the car ride here, the one growing more intense the more he stares at you like he is.

He’s torturous, teasing. All light touches. And then he slides two fingers inside of you.

The two of you both whisper a fuck at the same time, before you let out a shuddered breath as he moves, pumps, strokes.

“Frankie…”

He just hums, nose tracing your cheek, the beak of his cap brushing over your forehead before he slots his mouth over yours. Teasingly slow strokes, marrying up with how his tongue lightly slides past your teeth.

Smothering sounds, making your thighs quake.

“Patience, baby.”

You attempt a snort, but it turns into a moan. Knuckle brushing over your nerves, sparks shuddering up your spine as you open your eyes to find him staring at you in awe.

And he’s a sight—even if he’s admiring you like your artwork. That and the feel of him makes you paint the air with soft breaths, your mouth close to his, so easy to kiss—

“You’re dripping all over my hand,” he groans.

Punctuating his words by adding another finger, beginning to move them in and out, the sounds meeting your ear as your lips try to reach his.

So close to the edge, your toes try to curl in your sandals. Mind growing more hazy. Just the feel of him and the straps digging in, fingers knotting on his shirt—reminding yourself it’s one of your favourites. Not to rip it—

Even if you’re close.

So close.

All bright light and pleasure thrumming, hammering against your bones as your nerves vibrate to life. Nails grasping. Hand tightening a hold, because you’re not sure if your legs will remain up if you give out, fall, land in a literal pool to match the figurative one.

But it doesn’t crash.

Pleasure doesn’t envelop you and swarm your muscles, nerves and body because Frankie has retracted his hand. A grin, a cocky one—one that stupidly suits him and makes you want to get on your own knees.

“Guess I’ll have to clean you up. Can’t let you be a mess around our friends.”

It takes a moment before it clicks what he means.

You blame the liquor, the near orgasms you were just about to have.

Letting him, without question, guide your leg up, your brows knitting together before smoothing—wrinkle-free—as he descends to his knees. His fingers reach up, pushing his hat back, letting it fall into some corner of the small bathroom.

Fuck. Shit. Fuck.

Your throat is dry, both in apprehension and excitement.

Frankie always looks good, but there’s something about those brown eyes looking up at you.

“Can you be good for me?”

Your mind screams a reply your throat can’t muster. His head dipping under the skirt, finding your voice to answer when you feel his tongue swipe over you. His hands digging into your thighs, mouth pressed to your slit.

You gasp, keen, fucking moan—all at once.

“Fuck, Frankie—“

��—Can you be good for me?” he re-asks under your dress, thumb digging into your spread thigh. “You’re gonna have to be quiet, okay?”

You nod, tongue heavy in your mouth, fingers reaching, moving fabric until they find a home in his curls. All brown, peppered with years.

Yes.

That’s all you can choke out. His eyes more dark and stormy than soft brown with swirls of caramel.

His mouth taking you to the edge you were so close to prior. It all building, escalating. A tremble occurring in your legs as your fingers clutch the cold basin of the sink—the other knotting in his hair. For stability, not guidance.

Frankie needs no help from you on how to undo you. The man is a master, a fucking professional.

And even if there’s nothing more than you want to come on his tongue, a thought populates:

You want him to fuck you in this bathroom.

Each time the words begin to form, a hopeful wish, a plea—his tongue swipes them away. It takes more of your strength than you’d banked on, managing to choke your new request out:

“Wanna come on your cock, Frankie.”

He halts, pauses. Breath brushing over your throbbing pussy.

Pulling back, you can see your arousal there around his lips—wide eyes staring up at you. Your fingers unknotting from his hair, giving a different kind of nod as you whisper, please.

And before your brain can catch up, he’s standing, turning you. His hand pushes you down as you grip the counter, hinged at the hips as the sound of his belt undoes and a zipper goes down.

Then you feel the head of his cock at your entrance, hand on your hip—digging into bruises he undoubtedly made earlier.

“Fuck you’re perfect,” he whispers, mouth slanting over the back of your neck.

Your reply hangs, dangling from your tongue before he slides between your folds. Eyes closing, teeth biting down. Feeling his hand tighten on your hip, steadying you, keeping you still.

In one slick thrust, you’re full.

No sound reaching your ear. Your mouth open—a whimper desperate to fall, but somehow doesn’t. Feeling him, all the inches of him inside of you.

He’s big. Knows it too. And no matter how much the two of you fuck, you never get used to how thick he is—how it leaves you breathless.

Especially like this, hinged at the hips as his hand brings you up to standing. His fingers, all thick, worn and gentle, slide up your chest, before grasping your chin.

You expect to be turned to him, but find yourself being turned to the water-speckled mirror on the tiled counter. His front pressing against your damp back, sweat clinging your dress to your skin as he drags his cock in and out of you.

A rhythm of sorts being made. The head hitting that place, the one which makes black spots begin to appear in the corners of your vision.

And you’re close again.

Already rushed to the spot he first left you at.

“Look how pretty you are when you’re taking me, baby.”

A particular thrust demonstrates his point, the hand on your hip tightening as your lashes flutter.

“Frankie—“

“—I know—“

“—mm, so close.”

He rests his cheek against your face, hips snapping against yours. “Hold on. You’ll hold on won’t you?”

Purposefully sliding his nose against your neck, breath swirling against your damp skin. Your head nodding, eyes seeing his smile broaden as your knuckles turn white, fingers gripping the sides of the basin.

Because he’s there. At the spot. The one which makes your legs want to give way. Kissing it with the head of his cock, hips slamming into you more intently, coiling pleasure in your stomach, knotting it. It all desperate to snap and unravel.

You’ve dangling, teetering. The fall so easy to tumble over with your alcohol-addled mind.

Your fingers cling more, feeling the once-cold porcelain grow warm from your palms. Your eyes holding his, a moment pausing—a thousand emotions flashing and latching between the two of you. Ones such as:

I love you.

I need you.

Before he drops his eyes, the edge of his lip curls. “Happy birthday, baby,” he says, all tinged with his own unwinding resolve. “Let go for me, yeah? Let me feel you.”

It’s instant.

Like he whispered a magic spell.

Your body tightens, flexes.

Eyes blanking, throat burning as you suppress the sound that’s desperate to emerge. You don’t feel the sink under your nails, the ache in the arches of your feet from your shoes. You just feel him—and pleasure. White-hot pleasure.

One that explodes in your core and spreads through you like fire, licking every edge of you.

It’s intoxicating. Mind-shattering.

It takes, what feels like an eternity, to hear your own gasped breath come back to you. That they simmer into quiet whimpers and moan—until feeling returns.

Just in time to hear your name spill from him. Witness the way his face contorts. A beautiful sight. One you love to see, watch, admire.

Frankie spills inside of you, hips stuttering as his lips find your neck, movements coming to a steady stop.

Then it’s just breaths mingling, dancing in the sex-filled air. Followed by eye contact.

The darkness from before, swallowed by soft, warm brown—the same ones you saw first thing this morning, the ones there when you first met, when he made you laugh something stupid.

He hadn’t let go of you that night.

Now he’s holding onto you for different reasons, filthier reasons. An evolution, a wanted shift in the status quo as the two of you fell more and more for one another.

You weren’t sure what stage of a relationship fucking in a friend’s bathroom came at, but you’re sure it’s a momentous one.

Turning your head, you’re able to kiss him. Tasting the three words, the ones the two of you say so easily now—nibbling on his lower lip as he pulls out of you.

It takes a second, the tipsy sensation returning in the same way your awareness has. Only realising when you feel it past your knees, that Frankie is pulling your underwear up, wrists brushing your outer thighs.

“Can you be a good birthday girl?” he asks, snapping the fabric against your hips.

You must look confused, brows possibly furrowed and eyes narrowed.

“Will you keep me in there till we get home?”

Slowly, you smirk. Nodding. Turning in his hands, throat suddenly dry all over again, as you look over his appearance. Unsure how you ever managed to scoop up someone so good-looking at him. His skin all flushed, curls spilling out his hat.

Blushing more, he kisses you. “C’mon, still need to get some food in you.”

an: thank you to the one who inspired this, you know who you are.

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so-mordor-itis · 10 months

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Fluffy Alphabet: Leon Kennedy

You know what time it is folks--it's time for my fluffy alphabet with whatever fictional character I'm hyperfixating on let's goooo

You can imagine whatever Leon for this, it applies to almost all in my opinion

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

When it comes to you, he'll pretty much do anything. At a certain point in your relationship, Leon just craves your presence, as if you are his battery when he needs to recharge. It doesn't matter what you two do: converse about mundane things, cuddle, chores around the apartment. All he cares about is if you're there, safe, and by his side. You could even be doing something as simple as reading a book. He'll feel blessed to simply be there. At the idea he can even see you like this, no danger in sight, no need to grab his gun or knife or anything that can remotely be regarded as a weapon. Just normal domestic intimacy. He craves it so bad that the memory of you reading or talking or listening to him vent about a bad day reminds him why he's still going.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

He admires your ability to keep up with him. Not just his personality--the guy knows he's not the most pleasant man to be around if he's grumpy or going through a mood swing. Everything. His trauma, his work, his habits that he can't seem to shake no matter how hard he tries. Leon has so much on his plate, yet it keeps piling on. It's why when he found himself interested in you in more than a friendly manner, it scared him a little. At the idea of opening up to someone, allowing them to see parts of himself he'd rather not let see the light of day.

It's why, when you saw those parts of him, the night terrors, the memories of Raccoon City, and you simply grabbed them and kissed them tenderly, he was amazed. He swore he fell harder and faster to the point he was scared of smacking the ground. He finds your stubbornness and persistence admirable, well when it's not leading you down the road of trouble.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Leon isn't the best at wording things correctly or appropriately. He cracks jokes during moments he shouldn't, shoves whips and sharp edges into sentences that really shouldn't be there. He's not great at receiving comfort himself. He's not used to it. Leon's been alone for a good chunk of his life and grew to push his problems away or ignore them, then actually talking to anyone.

So, witnessing you hold your face in your hands, beyond exhausted, his heart shatters, and all he wants to do is hold you. Though he over analyzes the situation a bit. Would you want him to hold you? Would you even like that at this point in time? What could he even say to make you feel better, to make you smile even just a little? Eventually he caves, asking if it's okay to hold you and once you confirm it is, his strong arms wrap around your form and he hopes desperately you feel comforted in some way.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

If he's honest, all he wants is a normal life. That's what he's wanted ever since he was younger: a life of fixing fences and pipes that burst, maybe help clean up cat litter in the mix. He thought his life would be normal when he assigned himself to the Raccoon City branch of police work, that he'd be a regular cop scolding teenagers that loitered in front of the station too long. Naturally, that wasn't the case at all. Now, he's at the President's beck and call, the DSO's puppet, and labeled a weapon by many.

In the future, he tries to envision you in it as much as he's hesitant to let you in at first. Eventually what made him want to fight for that future was when you moved into his apartment so casually, as if you were a missing puzzle piece in his life. That normal, picket fence life was his end goal and he would fight tooth and nail to see it come to fruition.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

He's both, but he tries to be more passive in certain situations. Leon doesn't like the idea of trying to take control of everything, and only does it when he feels he needs to. Leon knows you can take care of yourself, regardless if you're an agent or not. You've got a voice, too. However, if he notices you're uncomfortable or you're actively trying to get out of something, he'll play along and shuffle you out of it. The last thing he wants is for you to think he's trying to control what you do, since you don't do that to him.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Leon hates fighting you. Sometimes he just refuses to and hopes letting you think things over will defuse the bomb you're about to become. A thing about him is he never raises his voice and if he's drawn to that point, his volume is only increased so he could get your attention. He hates the idea of yelling at you; having dealt with hearing his parents constantly at each other's throats. It makes him feel ill at the idea, of shouting at you so he could get his point across. What would that accomplish, making you shrivel into a corner, hurting and pleading for him to stop.

He's very easy to forgive, especially if you apologized immediately after. Leon knows how easily people give into emotions, and if you two were arguing about his work, or about how he's barely around, Leon wouldn't even blame you for that. If it's stressful for him, he can only imagine what it's like for you to see him so stressed and not be able to help.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Leon's not able to put into words just how grateful he is that he met you. If it weren't for you, he swears he would've gone insane and part of him is terrified at that realization. That a person could have that much effect on someone's life. You've stuck with him so long he wonders why he was ever worried in the first place. Leon's not the best with words and the idea of telling you out of the blue how grateful he is he has you makes him flustered. He shows how grateful he is through certain actions: hugging you close from behind, kissing your temple over and over, nuzzling into you despite your protests that it tickles.

He's grateful he can see your smile and hear your laugh, because even the smallest thing can make him feel better.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Oh God, he wishes he could share everything he's been through with you. Depending on if you knew about Raccoon City or not, he'd most likely share that old wound eventually, but anything to do with work he's physically not allowed to spill. Again, unless you're an agent, you pretty much have no choice but to be left in the dark. He hates it. Makes him feel like less of a partner because he's stuck between a rock and a hard place.

It causes a bit of friction, and he feels it hang in the air some days. Some days he wonders if you've figured out what he's been doing for 10 straight years, some days he thinks you secretly have figured it out but just won't tell him.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

You gave him a harsh reality check about caring for another person, and that inspires him to do better with what he's got. Not that he ever thought being in a relationship would be easy, but you definitely answered his question of how hard it would be some days. He wants to be there for you, and hopes you recognize it. Leon's always had trouble opening up to people, because when he trusted some, they tore that trust away so fast he couldn't even blink. Sometimes he reaches out to you and then flinches at a flashback of red.

You inspired him to try to pry open that box he locked his heart in.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

He doesn't like the idea of getting jealous, even bitterly hating the word. Though, he's human, so naturally he will get jealous. It takes a bit of pushing at him to get him into that corner. Someone else flirting with you? He's more concerned about you and if you're comfortable and if he needs to intervene. They put their arms around you? Well, if you know them sure, but they're kinda being too friendly. They wiggle their eyebrows and make a suggestive action? Yeah, he's gonna say something.

If you ask him about it, he immediately shuts down the idea of jealousy.

"Don't get jealous on me now."

"I wasn't. I just didn't like how they were rubbing themselves on you."

It's only until later on as he thinks about it that makes him afraid. He's scared of losing you and the idea of you possibly leaving him for someone else wraps around him for awhile. He's still terrible at telling you how he's feeling sometimes.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

The first kiss with him was endearing. This isn't his first rodeo, he's kissed people before, but he probably wouldn't classify himself as an amazing kisser. He couldn't help himself anymore, with you looking at him like he's an idol, like he could never do any wrong, he grabbed you gently, asking if this was okay, before finally giving in. He kissed you so softly, as if he was holding a feather that could be blown away by the wind.

You had laughed a little and his brows knitted.

"You can kiss me again, you know."

He took your offer instantly, kissing you harder in the process. That sealed the deal.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

His love confession was more of an action and then a question. Leon didn't exactly know how to express the fact he had feelings for you, so he didn't verbally say it, but he said it all the time with his actions and he didn't even realize it. How he'd linger too close to you during mundane moments of the day, how he'd immediately jump at the chance to help you with anything. He'd stupidly wonder how people around him knew he was head over heels when his body kept showing it.

Though, it seemed like you didn't know either. When he finally gathered himself to ask you on a date, you looked surprised.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

It takes awhile for him to get around the idea. At first, the idea of commitment to that degree makes him anxious. One screw up could lead to the downfall of a relationship in the making for years. The history of you two would be wiped clean and he'd loathe over it for God knows how long. So, at first, he brushes off the idea of marrying you.

And then you moved in with him. Started helping him around his apartment, lying in the same bed, and something just clicks with him. Maybe he does want that with you, but would you want that with him?

He doesn't propose outright, but alludes to it with a question. (He never liked the idea of getting down on one knee.)

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

The standard nicknames: baby, babe, sweetheart. On rare occasions he'll toss out 'love' to test it on his tongue and see if it fits. 'Dear' when he's trying to annoy you. 'Darling' during intimate moments. He knows that riles you up.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

He's different, but also the same. Even when Leon is in love, he attempts to keep that same stoic expression to his co-workers and even to you if he works with you. Though, obviously someone is willing to point it out that there's gotta be something between the two of you. Hunnigan is willing to be that person, buzzing in his ear about how he acts differently when you're around but he's quick to deny it. As Leon looks back, the fact he got defensive would've given off alarms to her.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

He's willing to hold your hand and kiss you gently on the cheek or lips when he's confident. When he's not at that moment in time, he'll just hold your hand and hope you won't tease him for being more reserved.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

He can read you like a book. He'll know when something is wrong or when you're nervous. Leon grew to read people's body language over the years. He watches carefully, taking notes in his head about how you may be fidgeting or how you're breathing kinda fast. He can absolutely tell if you're angry at him and he immediately wants to quell that anger as soon as possible.

He'll ask if you're okay daily to check in with you, and then notice you also ask him the same question. You both can read each other pretty well.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

Leon's kinda silly when it comes to being romantic. He's extremely cliche and cheesy, and he knows it. He does it on purpose, but not because he thinks it's cool or hip these days. He does it because it never fails to make you laugh or at least smile. He'll regard a glare or a look of bewilderment and just continue to run his charade, shrugging all the same.

He doesn't want to stop. Not yet, at least.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Of course, he believes in you. What partner wouldn't believe in the person they love? He wants you to be happy, just as you harbor the same thought process for him. Seeing you doubt yourself, your abilities... it makes him feel that he's failed. That he hasn't been encouraging you enough. (Even if you constantly remind him just how much he's done for you.) He'll put a hand on your shoulder and squeeze it, lightly telling you he's got your back.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Leon's most certainly not afraid to try anything new, even in the bedroom. No matter how big or small the suggestion, he's always willing to, at the very least, apply it to your relationship. Even if you get all shy and try to walk across eggshells. He thinks it's cute and endearing that you want to work on or try different things out. His heart feels full at the fact you trust him so to let him know how you're feeling and what you've been thinking about.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Leon often feels that he's too empathetic. It's affected him before, many times in fact. He's acknowledged this himself in the past when he was drinking and wondered what would've happened if he refused the ultimatum the government offered. What would've happened to Sherry? Would he even still be alive at that point? Would Sherry?

He knows you too well. To the point that he can sense what you're about to be feeling despite your stubbornness. You tell him you're okay, that you'll be fine, when he knows it's the exact opposite. You're not fine, and you won't be fine until you talk it out.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

Besides work, you become the most important aspect of his life. There's not a moment that goes by where you don't flash across his mind. Leon will often think of you during harder missions, wondering what you are doing at that moment, if you missed him at all. He knows you do, but he dodges that answer to avoid feeling more guilty than he does.

He'll start pondering about your decisions and merge them into his own actions. Wondering how you'd react to situations and what you would do if you were in his shoes. You influence him in more ways than one.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

He loves simple dates. Riding on his bike with you hugging his waist, going to the beach, and just smelling the salt from the sea, your hand in his own. He sees you collect a sand dollar, and then he rolls his eyes playfully but knows he will often think on this moment at work. Of how childish your grin was and how he felt joy at you healing your inner child.

He enjoys simple things, perhaps to peel away from the horrors of what he's seen. To pretend for one second his life was actually normal.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

The man is touch-starved to a maximum degree. Even before the two of you started seeing each other, Leon had already begun envisioning how his lips would feel on yours, and it made him feel gross, as if he was a pervert. He even imagined how good your hugs felt and how your figure would feel as it slipped into his embrace.

After he told you how he felt and got the sense you were comfortable? He couldn't keep his hands off of you. And not even in a sexual way. (Though, that too.) He adores cuddling you, being the big spoon. Leon wouldn't even mind being the small spoon, but he's adamant on cagging you in his biceps. He wants you to feel safe.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

He's used to being alone. Used to coming home to an empty apartment, listening to the echoes of his own footsteps as he's awaiting his next call. So when you're away on work trips, he tries not to let it get to him. After all, how unfair would it be if he bothered you at work when you couldn't do the same to him? Once you're home, he just pulls you close as a greeting, mumbling how he missed you.

When he's at work, when you're not allowed to call him at all, it's a different story. A different type of loneliness. Not being able to hear your voice once just fills him with a sadness only those in love could explain. Leon has to force himself to think about the details of meetings or when he should reload his gun next.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Leon would kill for you or die for you if you simply ask, and that scares him. He's not a violent person by nature and is appalled by those who hurt others as easily as they breathe. But, when he sees you, this odd, protective energy springs out of him, and he immediately tosses all common sense out the window. You make him stupid and reckless, and he's willing to do anything for you.

It's what terrifies him the most.

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dottores · 1 year

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SKINNY LOVE | IL DOTTORE

summary: a failed mission sets dottore off, just not in the way you might’ve expected--the doctor cares for no one but himself and his research, not even his own segments, so why was he so incensed at the fact that you were hurt?

warnings: no warnings, really, reader a bit anxious over just failing a mission and a small wound. just some hurt/comfort (??) with dottore. not rlly sure what to label it.

notes: man ik dottore isn't rlly the hurt/comfort man but i think i kept this rlly well in character im lowkey proud i even had tee n eris double check 4 me <3 i wrote this during my breakdown friday adfijaiosdfjia LMAO @tweris @dxlucs @7rkx @mxnjiros @hanmas @albedophoria @tokyometronetwork @manjiroscum @dynalite @niicevibe

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“You’re upset.”

You looked away at the statement--there was no sort of empathy or worry behind his words, it was a simple observation, a fact, nothing more, nothing less. He barely bothered to look at you as he spoke, engrossed with the vial in his hands. If you didn’t know any better, you would say he didn’t care at all.

If you didn’t know any better.

He wouldn’t have acknowledged it at all if that were the case.

“I’m not,” you said after a moment, clearing your throat and smoothing your palms over your pants twice before picking at your cuticles, a nervous habit that you couldn’t seem to break.

“... and now you are lying.”

You grit your teeth together, ignoring Dottore’s words as you became frustrated with one cuticle that would just not peel off. You let out a shaky breath, bringing your finger to your mouth, going to rip it off with your teeth instead, but a hand curled around your wrist before you could--grip firm and unmoving even as you tried to pull your hand away.

Reluctantly, your gaze drew upward to where Dottore was now standing in front of you, staring down at you unamused and unimpressed. “What happened?” he asked again, and you noticed that he had placed the vial down, averting all of his attention to you as he waited for you to explain.

And you wanted to explain, you really did, but you couldn’t. You couldn’t bring yourself to admit that you had failed the one mission that you had been given, not to Dottore. You were already trying to brace yourself for the punishment that would come from Pantalone at your failure. So you kept your mouth shut, turning your face away from him as you waited for him to lose interest and go back to his research.

You should have known better.

You felt two fingers grab your chin, not hard enough to bruise by any means but also not gently. Dottore turned your head back toward him, tilting your face up and forcing you to look at him. You kept your gaze averted but you could feel the way he was searching your face for answers, trying to piece together on his own what happened. Sometimes you really hated how smart he was.

“Your mission went poorly,” Dottore finally spoke up--it was a statement but also a question, he was waiting for your reaction to see if he had deduced it correctly. And you couldn’t help the way your throat spasmed as you tried to swallow back the sob--you had never been one to handle failure well, ever since you were a kid. “I see.”

Dottore let go of your face and you snapped your head to the side, turning away as you tried to blink back the tears that were building too rapidly for you to control. He didn’t speak again as he moved back to his lab table, picking the vial back up and watching it absently before placing it on a burner.

“What happened?” he questioned as he put away some of his tools, walking to the other side of the room where he had several other vials displayed.

Breathe in, breathe out.

“Pantalone sent me to the Natlan border--to Apavny--to pick up some materials for Sandrone. It was, um, supposed to be a simple mission, not even leaving the homeland-” your voice cracked, your hand went to your side as pain shot through your abdomen at the reminder. You noticed how Dottore was now looking at you sharply from the corner of his eye, waiting for you to continue--you tried to hide the way you were holding your side, “Natlan has been getting more aggressive, we knew that, I just didn’t think-”

“They attacked you,” there was an odd tone to his voice, tight and unfriendly, as he placed the final vial back in the burner and turned to look at you. You weren’t sure you had ever heard him take a tone other than the low drawl he usually spoke in.

“They got the materials-” you tried to continue, confirming his suspicions that you had failed the mission, but apparently that hadn’t been what he was leading to.

“You’re hurt.”

You faltered as you forced yourself to look back up at him, catching the way his jaw was taut and the way his eyes were trained solely on you, waiting for you to speak but you weren’t sure what he wanted you to say. Instead, you only shook your head.

“It’s only a flesh wound,” you said quietly. “It’ll be-”

Your voice hung off when you noticed the livid expression that had crossed Dottore’s face, it was only for half a second but you had caught it and you couldn’t help the way you hesitated. He was angry? But why?

Dottore didn’t speak again, returning his attention to the lab table, and you noted that instead of moving to continue his research, he was now putting the vials and materials away. His movements were still as smooth and graceful as usual, but each time he shut one of his drawers, it was a bit harder than necessary, the bang nearly making you flinch.

Was he mad at you? You couldn’t tell and any question you might’ve had to ask him died on the tip of your tongue as soon as you opened your mouth to ask him. The moments he spent putting away his tools and materials were long and agonizing, an anxiety building in you that you had never felt before. Dottore wouldn’t hurt you, you knew that--he might not care for anybody but himself but he had always favored you the most of everyone within the Fatui, even above the other Harbingers and his own segments.

What if your failure ruined it? The disappointment enough reason for him to cast you aside? You had never understood why he favored you, you figured it was because he saw potential in you and now, with your failure, you-

You hadn’t even realized he had come to stand in front of you, lifting one hand to your jaw again to tilt your face up toward his. Your cheeks were wet, you hadn’t even realized you were crying and Dottore hated weakness, any sign or mention of it had him mocking and cruel. “I’m sor-” you tried to say, voice cracking despite your strongest attempts to keep it steady.

“You said this happened in Apavny?” he asked, voice low and quiet and tense, but the grip he had on your jaw was gentle this time--he was never gentle with you, not while he was training you, now while he was trying to teach you about his research, he was always cold and sharp and unforgiving.

You nodded as best you could with the grip on his jaw.

“You did the best you could,” he said after a moment. “I’ll take care of it from here.”

You were at a loss for words as you stared up at him but Dottore didn’t linger. His hand dropped from your face, the cold expression returning as he turned to grab his cloak from where it was hanging several feet away, shrugging it on before fastening his mask on.

“Dottore, they’re probably long gone,” you tried to tell him, taking a few steps toward him but you froze when he turned his head over his shoulder to look at you--you couldn’t see his eyes from behind his mask and it had always unnerved you because you could never how he was feeling.

He didn’t even bother to respond to you, pushing the doors to the lab open and leaving without another word, leaving you standing there reeling, trying to figure out what had just happened.

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Hours later, he returned, blood still splattered on his cloak and face, the box of materials you had failed to retrieve snug in his arms. His lips were tight and flat, and his eyes were still covered by the mask, you couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

He didn’t speak as he pushed the box into your own arms, not until he had already passed by you. “Bring it to Pantalone, tell him you retrieved it.”

Your mouth was dry as you stared down at the box, confused and trying to push away the rising emotions. You spun around to look at him but he didn’t even bother to look back as he walked back down the hall toward his lab.

“Dottore,” you called, watching as he paused midstep, waiting for you to continue. “Why?”

He didn’t answer, and you supposed you should have expected that. Instead, he waited for a moment before continuing down the hall, leaving your question hanging heavy in the air between the two of you as you stared down at the box with an oddly warm feeling in your chest, wondering what this all meant.

#dottore x reader #dottore x you #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact x you #dottore fluff #genshin fluff #idk if its fluff #i don’t think so #wtv #i tried my best idk how to tag

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theywhowriteandknowthings · 6 months

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Warning: Discourse incoming.

I told myself I’d never get involved in these kinds of discussion because I’m a firm believer in “You do you/No Kink shaming etc.” But this one is a fairly serious one. It’s long, I’m not putting a cut in there, but please just hear me out.

There’s a disturbing trend in some fic writing I’ve noticed lately, and I have to say something about it.

We all know I’m a sucker for dark fics, be it CNC, dubcon, even non-con and horror elements, so I’m not here trying to tone/content police people’s writing. I want to make it very clear that this is not about vilifying people who write dark stuff, or things I’m not into. Hell, if I don’t want to read something, I check the tags and warnings and nope out before I get the ick. (As everyone should, there’s no point getting yourself wound up or triggered by content you can just simply scroll by.)

However, this is where my current concern comes in.

I’ve seen lots of very prominent writers not giving adequate warnings or disclaimers about the content they write.

I’ve come across a lot of content where Joel (sorry buddy you’re the worst offender here, Ilu tho) is being labelled as a dom – and even more worryingly labelled as a soft dom – when the relationship is not about safe dom/sub relationships/kink.

If Joel is spanking you so hard you can’t sit down in lieu of “teaching you a lesson” when there’s clear lack of enthusiastic consent (or often any consent at all) this is not s/m, this is abuse.

If you’re having your readers receive physical or sexual punishment for actual life slip ups/non-role play scenarios, you’re glorifying abuse.

If you’re not labelling your fics correctly, you’re being negligent to your readers, and this should be a safe space for us all to read and create without being unduly triggered because we had inadequate or no forewarning.

For example:

Javi P kisses a girl, you make him pay for it in a way that is clearly pre-established (you have to spell it out people) as consensual in your relationship? Kink.

Joel spanking the shit out of you because a man flirted with you in a bar? Abuse.

Din edging you until you cry because you were competing in how much you could make the other jealous in a pre-agreed dynamic? Kink.

Joel denying you sex, or fucking you without prep/making you cum because you did something to annoy him/he doesn’t agree with and you aren’t enjoying yourself? Abuse.

I thought we were over this with the discourse that came about around 50 Shades, but clearly not. So please, tag your fics with appropriate/adequate warnings. As a survivor of sexual abuse and grooming, I need to know if your fic is going to contain and/or glorify these things. Again, I’m not saying don’t write these things, but it is your responsibility to tag adequately.

It’s a simple concept that I see applied across the board with age gaps and power dynamics, and most of the time people get it right. But when posts with 1k+ interactions are explicitly abusive, with no warnings other than S/M dynamics or “soft dom!Joel” when it’s anything but soft, aren’t just triggering to some, they’re harmful.

You can’t have a healthy relationship with Joel (again sorry buddy) if that relationship contains thinly veiled or brazen abusive elements.

If you don’t know the difference between coercive behaviour, sexual or physical abuse, and safe, consensual kink, you need to educate yourself for your own benefit, and that of your readers.

Feel free to reach out to chat with me about this, I’m not here to run and gun, but I will not tolerate any form of abuse or unkindness (on either side of the aisle) here.

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 2 months

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aita for… encouraging my friend to self harm?? idk read the whole thing

so a few years back i had this friend (i’ll call Kai) and that was basically my only friend. i was codependent and it was an unhealthy relationship. they made everything into a competition. at this point i was figuring out my gender. deep down i knew that i was trans but i didn’t want to admit that to myself. it felt like such a heavy label that meant so much more than it says. it was very hard for me to admit to myself that i was a trans guy. they were also figuring out their gender and decided to make it into a competition of “who’s more trans” or whatever the fuck. whenever i would say “i think i feel more masculine recently i might use a different label” they would immediately say they were using a label that made them more masc. like if i said i was say 50% male they would be like “well I’M 75% male” and at first i was like cool! maybe i’m making them more comfortable to admit to themself that they're a guy! but it kept happening. every time. and when i finally admitted it to myself that i was a trans guy, they tried to get me to be non binary. it wasnt as bad as it sounds, just one or two little remarks but they didnt keep trying.

one time i was in a bad place. i was hitting myself and giving myself bruises. it was like 1am and i started texting kai about my stupid ass "philosophy" which was basically "i hate everything, nothing matters, we're all gonna die anyway" and then they sent me a video of them cutting their arm with scissors and said "if nothing matters than it doesnt matter if i do this? you dont care?" and i freaked the fuck out. i felt so bad. i did not react correctly i should have gotten them help i should have done my best to stop it but i didnt i dont remember exactly what i responded with but it was along the lines of "nothing matters but you shouldnt do that you should make the most of your life" or smth stupid like that. so that night i ended up cutting myself AND THEY TURNED THAT INTO A FUCKING COMPETITION TOO. like "i cut myself real deep three times here" when i mentioned i cut myself. and so i continued to cut myself because i thought it made them feel less alone. i didn’t realize they were trying to make it seem like they had it oh so much worse and cut themself more than i did and whatever. i don’t know how to explain this but i feel like i don’t blame myself as much as i should. i always act as if i didn’t do anything wrong but idk. aita? also there’s more to this story but it got long so i might do a part 2 (is that allowed?)

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole #self harm cw

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mysumeow · 7 months

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I accidentally took the wrong potion and now I have fox ears?! 1/2 ✦﹐

gn pronouns, afab genitalia, PWP (plot what plot), breeding mentions, overstimulation, cunnilingus.

Summary: The seasonal allergy is killing you, and the cart containing your medicine was destroyed by a group of hilichurls! Luckily, your dear friend Albedo can help you with that, but because of a mistake on his part, you end up taking the wrong medicine.

a/n: THE TITLE lmaooo. I'm poking fun at the premise of this smut, but I did enjoy writing it! Sorry yall i tried to finish this and post it as a one shot but i caught a cold and im fighting for my life akljhfsdlkjfhkhajf heres a drabble with sort of a similar idea to this

› MASTERLIST ‹

You stared at your reflection in the mirror, unable to stop darting your eyes towards the pair of fennec fox ears that seemed to stare right back at you, mocking you for your misfortune.

The Chief Alchemist was a busy individual, but despite that, he found a way to open his schedule for you.

"A group of hilichurls and mitachurls destroyed the cart that was loaded with the allergy medicine. I have to wait until next week for the next stock," oh, your eyes were so itchy. Spring is known for carrying not only the sweet aroma of flowers in the air but also pollen and other allergens. "If you're not too busy, would you give me a hand with that?"

"I understand. Dealing with allergies can be exhausting. Relief for a common allergy isn't difficult to brew. Sure, I can help you with that."

You looked at him as if he was an angel sent from heaven.

"You're so nice—" unable to finish expressing your gratitude, you had to cover your mouth before sneezing. "Uhg... My nose clogs so bad when I lie down. It makes it hard to sleep, too."

"I'll have Sucrose hand you the medicine, yes? I'll have it done as soon as possible."

"Oh, don't worry about it! Don't rush yourself."

Albedo smiles. "I'm almost done with work, anyway."

With one last thanks, you parted ways and went back to work.

Something as simple as that shouldn't have made you face the predicament you dealt with the next day.

You woke up at your usual time and followed your everyday routine until you saw yourself in the mirror.

"Please excuse Sucrose for mixing up the vials. I'm at fault for not labeling them correctly."

"It's okay! At least my allergy is mitigated, see? I was even able to sleep last night without having to wake up to blow my nose."

You couldn't find it in you to be angry at them. It was a funny outcome, at least!

The not-so-fun outcome, however, was that the herbs that needed the cure to revert you to your original form were Sumeru native and not easy to come across.

In any case, you felt like you were the one at fault, since now Albedo had to go with you to Sumeru's rainforest. Aside from Mondstadt’s best alchemist helping you, the renowned forest watcher offered a hand as well.

“If you need some noise-cancelling earmuffs, take them. Oh, and if you don’t like the attention they attract from people, I can show you a way to fold them without hurting them—”

“It’s okay, Tighnari. Thanks.”

The forest watcher seemed more worried about your new assets than you were, which you did find endearing but just made you feel more guilty too.

“You two must be exhausted from that trip. I’ll go and make one last check on the guest rooms and ensure everything’s alright. I’ll be quick.”

“You look exhausted. Want me to take you to your guest room?"

"Yeah, I think I'll go ahead and sleep," you yawned, tiredness catching up to you. "Good night, Albedo. You should rest too,"

"I will. Rest well."

As you were following Tighnari down the hallway, he stopped and turned towards you. "Albedo asked me to accompany him tomorrow to fetch those herbs you need. We will be heading out at seven, so if you want to join us, you'll have to wake up earlier."

"Hm… I’ll try, but there's no guarantee.”

“If something’s bothering you, do tell me. Good night,” he nodded.

Later that night, something woke you from your peaceful sleep. You opened your eyes, feeling the sheets too warm on your body, so you kicked them off. The night wasn’t even that hot; in fact, considering how Sumeru gets at this time of the year, it was quite chilly.

And then you became aware of the warmth taking over your body. There was a warmth like no other you had felt; it was like every cell in you was clawing at you to get rid of that sensation.

Barely being able to stand without stumbling over, you managed to exit your room.

Just as you were heading towards Tighnari’s room, which was the closest one, you stumbled upon Albedo, who called out to you.

Your dizzy-like state of mind didn’t allow you to understand what he was trying to say. All you could perceive was his pretty pink lips moving and how nice his arms felt around you to support you.

You sensed his hand go on your forehead, and a shiver made your body tremble.

“I’ll take you to my room, okay?”

It’s not like you had a choice, given your state, and you, with stumbling steps, allowed him to guide you to his room.

You registered the faint sound of the door closing, and the alchemist’s scent enveloped your senses. There was a distinct aroma of cecilias, and a very subtle smell of some chemicals he might’ve used on his last experiment.

“Dilated pupils, labored breathing, high temperature, sweating... I would’ve thought it’s a fever, were it not for the…ardent and hazy look in your eyes,” he helped you lie down on his bed and then sat on the edge of it, thoughtful.

“Hot…m’so hot, Albedo,” you whined, fingers fumbling with the buttons of your shirt.

“Are you in any pain? If you’re feeling discomfort, I can provide you with painkillers.”

You weren’t paying attention to anything about what he was saying; you did what felt natural to you at that moment.

You notice Albedo falling silent, and then you recognize that you had taken his hand while he was talking and placed it on your chest, right where your heart was supposed to be.

“Please…help me. It’s too much.”

You heard his breath hitch, and the longer he took to ponder the situation at hand, the more the need to just grab him by his shirt’s collar and kiss him resonated in your head.

“This is the result of an oversight from my side. Were I not to take care of it, it could be considered negligence on my part. Besides, I’m always up for helping a friend in need,” Albedo began undoing the buttons of your shirt, and as soon as the fabric split open to your sides, you embraced him.

Albedo seemed to stumble a bit to regain balance, his fist clenched next to you in an attempt at holding himself together. He would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy how you kissed him with such eagerness and the softness of your chest pressed against him.

“Tell me, where do you need me the most?”

“I—you know where.”

“If you don’t tell me about the root of your distress, I might not be able to help you,” he teased.

You wanted to smack off the little smug expression he had.

“Oh, for the love of—” you locked his hips with your legs and grinded down on the obvious stiffness forming beneath his pants. “There, I need you there,”

Albedo nodded as he got rid your pajama shorts down, along with your underwear.

Under normal circumstances, you would’ve been a bit more modest about having your privates at the mercy of a lover’s tantalizing touch, but the moment his deft fingers traced upwards of your lower lips, an involuntary moan escaped your mouth.

“That was quite the reaction. Looking forward to pulling more of those soon,” he observed your body’s responses, taking note of when your hips trembled more. “You’re drenched. I’d say about twice as much a human could be under similar circumstances,”

You couldn’t care less about the nonsense he was mumbling about, but you were close to your orgasm with how he was touching and prodding. One thumb on your clit, and two other fingers going in and out of you.

His unoccupied hand went up from your waist, tracing the figure of your sides, and gently squeezed your chest. His thumb pressed down on your nipple, the pleasure coursing through your body, wave after wave of his attentive care.

“Are you close? You’re…” Albedo’s own sight was hazy, and his heart was beating fast. He swallowed hard, the cloud of lust further obfuscating his rational mind. “…”

He observed how fast you liked it and how rough. He made sure to keep it how you wanted it, if your whines were anything to go by, until your hips stilled from your climax and your release coated his fingers.

While you were panting, he examined the transparent strings of your release when he separated his fingers. He stuck his tongue out and licked his fingers clean, humming pleased at the taste.

You tugged at the sleeve of his coat, the effects of the heat leaving you unsatisfied.

His eyes widened at the fact of your need; even after an orgasm, your body was asking for more. His face relaxed into an amused one, and he shrugged his coat off, followed by him undoing his blue shirt and the rest of his clothing.

“I’ll ensure your hunger is satiated for the rest of the night,” he kissed your cheek tenderness, his soft pink lips lingered on the sensitive skin for a moment before pulling away to gander at your face for any sign of discomfort.

Every part of your body was demanding more, and despite his attempt at keeping everything as attentive as possible, you couldn’t wait any longer and urged him on.

The proximity let you feel the tip of his cock press against your entrance. You jolted as if struck with electricity.

He eased in with a push; your slicked walls took him in with little discomfort. You were dripping ever since you entered the room. Albedo faltered for a second, like he wanted to give you time to adjust, but it wasn’t necessary.

Albedo inhaled sharply, stifling his own groan. Pleasure embraced his physique the moment he slipped in, stuffing you.

You also moaned in pleasure, urging him to already fuck you.

Your words were efficient in making his own craving spiral into something uncontrollable, and he grasped your legs and pushed them as far as they could go against your chest.

“I should’ve expected this. Greed is part of human nature,” he reveled in the tears prickling in the corners of your eyes. “And I don’t mind feeding into yours,”

The position allowed him to stuff you full. The added weight helped with this. You thrashed around at the overwhelming sensation; if anything, it fueled your sexual appetite to receive everything he would pour.

Albedo’s mouth slotted against your exposed neck, tongue lapping your skin, and suckling marks.

You clawed at his pale skin, imprinting crescent shapes of your fingernails onto him, marking him in your way. Albedo groaned louder this time; you had made the soft-spoken alchemist raise his voice.

You watched, amidst tear-filled vision, the sight of his hips pulls away until just the tip was inside, and then drop them down again against yours, filling you to the brim.

And again, and again.

Until the pace became sloppy, moaning into each other's mouths. His tongue delved between your parted lips, his thumb rubbing your clit.

"You're tightening so much," he gasped.

"A-Albedo..." you cried, your legs pulling him in even closer as you came.

With a couple of more sloppy thrusts, his hips faltered, and he stilled, his cum spilling into insides. Entranced by the ravenous nature of sex, he embraced you and made sure you couldn't move an inch away, body taut on yours.

You looked at him, expecting him to fall into your open arms when you outstretched them to him. Instead, he sat back on the bed and pushed your legs open.

You shivered when you felt his tongue tease your clit, you tangled your hands into his blond locks and whined at him to give you a minute.

"You're not satisfied yet, I can tell," the tip of his tongue circled your delicate nub.

He opened his mouth to say something else, but someone opened the door.

#genshin smut #tighnari smut #albedo smut #/ᐠ - ˕ -マ .. smut

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stayteezdreams · 4 months

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Secret Santa {Svt; Choose Your Ending}

Plot: You receive surprising gifts from a secret Santa, each one containing what could only be seen as a confession.

Pairings: Choose Your Own Ending; Jeonghan; Joshua; Wonwoo; and/or Woozi x Gn!Reader

A/n: Because it's hard to write for so many people in one fic, some members are not mentioned. And for those who might have missed it, I did a poll a while back to figure out who to do the endings for. Also, I was rushing to finish this at like Midnight before it's release day (aka Christmas), so sorry if its a bit rushed in some places, or I missed some typos.

Warnings: Some angsty moments, mentions of unrequited love. A kiss in Jeonghan's and Wonwoo's endings.

Words: ~2.5-6.1k (depending on how many endings you read)

You took a breath of anticipation as Seungkwan held out the hat for you. Reaching in, you let your hand scoop through the folded papers a few times before you grabbed one.

Pulling it out, you hid the paper behind your hand as you read it, 'Seungkwan'. Crumpling up the paper in your hand, you nodded at Seungkwan before he moved on to Jihoon beside you. You hoped your face was as blank, as you attempted to hide your reaction, giving nothing away.

After everyone received a name, Seungkwan briefly went over the whole idea of your Secret Santa exchange again.

You and some of the others were heading to a cabin for a winter holiday to celebrate Christmas before taking off time to spend with family.

Before heading to the cabin you had to get your person three gifts for the first three days of your holiday.

During those three days, you have to secretly leave one gift for them to find each day. You can leave them at their door, in their room or under the tree. On the fourth day, everyone would guess who their secret Santa is. If you guess correctly you win a prize and if anyone gets caught leaving a present they get punished. Those who were not guessed as being someone's Secret Santa would win a prize as well.

As everyone parted ways with an excited buzz between all of you, you excitedly began planning what to get Seunkgwan before you all left for your trip.

The few days leading up to your departure to the cabin came and went, and you managed to find gifts for Seungkwan fairly easily. Things you knew he would like, but would struggle with identifying who got them.

As soon as you all got to the cabin everyone began fighting over rooms. And as they argued, Jihoon caught your eye and shrugged his head towards the stairs. Understanding his silent meaning, the two of you made your escapes as you selected rooms and locked yourself in before anyone could try and take them from you.

Quickly, you took out Seungkwan's presents and hid two of them in the closet, while taking the first one and discreetly putting it in your pocket. It was small enough that you hoped you would be able to drop it off at his door without being noticed.

After taking some time to unpack your clothes, you began to head out, hoping to figure out what to have for lunch before you all went out to explore the surrounding property.

Stepping out of your room, you look down as you felt something hit your foot. A small long box was sitting in front of your door. Picking it up, you saw a label with your name on it. You smiled as you realized this person had the same idea as you.

If you wrote the name yourself, you might give yourself away. So, print out some labels with their name, and voila, a tag that can't be traced.

Heading back into your room, you excitedly tore the wrapping paper off and opened the box.

Inside was two necklaces, each one containing half of a heart that fit together perfectly.

"Couple necklaces?" You muttered softly as your heart hammered in your chest and confusion flooded your mind.

You knew some of the boys had couples rings or necklaces with each other, but if you were to have one with them, surely it would feel...different?

Seeing a small note in the bottom of the box, you took it out and opened it to see a short typed out note.

'I cant help but hope you would give me the other half.'

You felt breathless for a moment as you re-read the note a dozen times.

"Is this a confession?"

Your mind continuously found it's way to one person, no matter how many times you tried to shake the thought, it always came back to them. But you had no way of knowing it was them, and what if it wasn't? What if it was someone else?

Taking a few breaths, you placed the necklaces and note back in the box and put them in your suitcase. There was no real way to know the real meaning behind the necklaces, maybe the next present will reveal it for sure?

Trying to steady yourself, you didn't want to let your nerves get in the way of your day. And you didn't want to make yourself seem nervous to the others.

Leaving your room, you distracted yourself by trying to figure out which room Seungkwan was staying in. You hid your actions as an attempt to see if everyone was getting ready to go out. Managing to locate his room, you waited until he headed downstairs before dropping off the present and heading down after him.

As much as your group activities for the rest of the day did distract you, your thoughts remained solely on the necklaces and anonymous message as you lied in your bed that night begging sleep to take you.

The next morning, talk of everyone receiving their presents, only brought back your nervous thoughts. You watched everyone to see if they glanced at you, looked at you too long, or seemed too interested in your presents.

Even after you told them you received a necklace, no one seemed overly interested or suspicious.

Once again your thoughts were luckily distracted as you all spent your day out in the snow. Sledding with Jeonghan, Joshua, Jun and Mingyu. Snowman building with Jihoon, Wonwoo, Seungkwan and Dino. And then hot cocoa and good food.

By the time you had arrived back at the cabin later in the day, you had nearly forgotten about the necklaces completely.

After helping Mingyu unpack the cars, you headed inside, only to find Wonwoo teasing and laughing at Jun.

"What's going on?" You asked in curiosity.

Wonwoo smiled at you as he waved you over, acting as though he had a secret.

"I caught him leaving his present under the tree."

You gasped softly as you gently punched Jun's shoulder.

"Who was it for?"

Jun just avoided your eyes as Wonwoo leaned in closer, "Jeonghan."

You grinned as you shook your head, "So who chooses his punishment?"

"Woozi hyung." Jun said with a soft groan.

He put his hands together and pleaded with you, "Please just don't tell him who it was for I don't want Jeonghan finding out."

You and Wonwoo looked at each other as you both hummed, "I suppose." You said halfheartedly as Jun frowned.

Wonwoo grinned and teased him as he left to go find Jihoon. Turning to you he smiled softly, "Have you successfully dropped your present off today?"

Your eyes slightly widened at this but you tried to play it off, poorly, as Wonwoo chuckled, "Better do it soon."

"Shh." You shushed him before you ran up to your room, glancing back you saw him watching you for a moment and your heart skipped. Was he waiting for me to get to my room?

Letting out a soft sigh as you wondered if your Secret Santa was Wonwoo, you stepped into your room only to freeze as you saw a bag on your pillow.

Your stomach clenched with both excitement and anxiety as you walked over to the bag. Slowly reaching in, you felt something soft in your hands. Pulling it out, you smiled at the cute rabbit plushie that had been inside. Your eyes landed on a rolled up paper in its arms and your heart pounded hard in your chest.

Unrolling the paper, you wondered if it was more about this persons feelings, or maybe it held something more telling of who it was.

As you began reading he message, your stomach filled with anxious butterflies as you sat on the edge of your bed.

'I feel like I can only be confident in confessing my feelings in secret. Part of me hopes you never know its me, but a bigger part hopes you want it to be me. The fear of knowing your feelings has stopped me from confessing before. But I can't wait any longer. I know I have no control over how this ends. But I can hope it will be a happy ending.'

As you read the words over again, you found yourself hearing it in their voice. Closing your eyes you shook your head. It would only hurt so much more if it wasn't them. You could't put your hope in it being someone specific, you might only hurt yourself, and it wasn't fair to whoever it was leaving you these gifts.

Your chest was tight with anxiety as you feared things might get awkward with whoever had these feelings for you. Would you be able to get past it if you had no feelings for them? Would you be able to develop feelings for them?

You sat in silence as your mind ran wild with thoughts and worries before you suddenly remembered what you had come to your room for in the first place.

"Shit!"

You ran to get Seungkwan's second present before you realized you were still holding the note.

Rolling it back up, you placed it back in the bunnies arms and set it on your pillow. You gave it one last glance before retrieving Seungkwan's present and leaving.

After just barely managing to drop of Seungkwan's present in his room without getting caught, you made your way downstairs.

Spotting Jeonghan in the kitchen you felt your heart start to race a little a you took in a deep breath.

Spotting you he smiled brightly at you and your heart fluttered. 'What if it's him?'

Noticing he was getting out food for dinner, you looked out onto the patio to see Mingyu preparing to grill.

"Do you need help?" You asked and Jeonghan nodded.

"Sure, grab those ." He motioned his head at some packages of meat, so you walked over to retrieve them.

"Oh here, Y/n I'll help too!"

You turned at Joshua's voice as he appeared at your side, taking some of the packages. As his hands brushed yours, you felt your heart race again.

'It could be any of them couldn't it?'

As Joshua seemed unfazed by the contact, you tried to convince yourself you were over analyzing. You let out a soft sigh as you followed Jeonghan and Joshua outside. Your eyes wandered over all of them as your chest seemed to remain tight, an anxious feeling sat heavy on your shoulders for the rest of the night.

The next morning you woke up before everyone else, most likely because of your uneasy sleep. Dropping off Seungkwan's present at his door, you hid back in your room until you heard the other's begin to stir.

Today was your final full day at the cabin and you would be spending most of it at a nearby hot spring resort. Something your anxiety ridden body needed desperately.

You spent all night tossing and turning as you worried you would break someones heart, and have your own broken in return.

But as much as you feared this outcome, you had to admit, it felt nice knowing that one of them held those feelings for you. You loved all of them so much, that even knowing it might end sadly between one of you, you would be grateful for their feelings in the end. As much as you had accepted this resolve, your heart refused to stop hoping it was him.

The day itself was filled with relaxation and laughter, and you felt your stress begin to fade as you slowly accepted the fate yet to come.

Once you arrived back at the cabin after eating out. You took the time to shower before getting ready for bed. Your mind continued to wander to tomorrow, when it would be revealed who had feelings for you.

Exiting the bathroom, your eyes drifted to your bed, where you half-expected a new present to be sitting. Seeing nothing, you looked at the door as curiosity pulled you to check. Peaking out, you saw a wrapped box with an envelope sitting exactly where you had expected.

Looking around, but seeing no one, you let out a nervous breath and grabbed the present. Sitting down on your bed, you stared at it for a moment as you nervously bit your lip.

Finally opening the envelope, you pulled out and read the note with baited breath.

'I've tried to write this a dozen times but I cant find the right things to say. You'd think I would be better at writing down my feelings, but I'm too scared. Scared that you don't feel the same, scared that you will be disappointed that its me who feels this way. But I can't wait anymore. Tomorrow when you guess who your Secret Santa is, I know if will be who you want. Who you have feelings for. So all I can really do, is hope that tomorrow, it's my name that leaves your lips.'

Your eyes stung softly as you read the note, feeling the emotion from the person who wrote it. You knew how they felt. The fear and desperate hope that the person you love, loves you back. Guilt, worry and a hope of your own filled your whole being as you began to unwrap the final present.

Inside was a clear case, with a singular perfect preserved white rose. Beneath it was a small golden plaque with a date engraved on it.

As you stared at the date you furrowed your brow. "What does this mean?"

Suddenly, as if you had been electrocuted, you realized what the date meant. You remember where this flower came from.

You know who it is.

The next morning passed quickly as everyone ate breakfast chatting about the return home and discussion of everyone's presents. You remained fairly silent, watching everyone as you attempted to avoid looking too often at someone in particular.

Everyone seemed impatient to learn who their Secret Santa's were so it wasn't long before you were all gathered around the Christmas tree.

Mingyu, Jeonghan and Seungkwan all took their guesses. Mingyu guessed correctly that it was Dino who gifted him, while Jeonghan incorrectly guessed Seungkwan, when it was really Jihoon. You grinned as Seungkwan incorrectly guessed Mingyu as his Secret Santa, and you basked momentarily in your deception as he whined at you for guessing wrong.

When you realized it was now your turn to announce who you thought your secret Santa was, your heart began racing heavily as your chest grew tight.

Standing up as you faced everyone, you managed to keep your composure as your eyes scanned everyone briefly. They watched you in curiosity, only one of them truly understanding how intense this moment was. Only one of them knowing the importance and meaning behind the gifts your received.

Taking in a breath, you spoke confidently.

"I think my Secret Santa is-"

{Jeonghan's Ending}

Your eyes locked with his and you saw them light up, "Jeonghan."

There was a silent pause as the other's looked at him, none of them understanding the gravity of this moment.

Jeonghan nodded as a soft smile spread across his features.

Relief, excitement, and anxiety flowed through you all at once, it was almost overwhelming. The slowly growing grin on Jeonghan's face made your heart flutter, and chest grow warm.

The other's clapped as you guessed correctly, Seungkwan motioned for you to sit down, saying you'd get your prize for guessing correctly afterwards.

Dino rose to take his guess, and Jeonghan motioned over for you to now sit beside him on the couch where Dino had just been. Your's and Jeonghans eyes remained locked as you had a silent conversation before you sat down.

After taking a seat you glanced over at him to see him staring at you while trying to repress a smile. His eyes darted around your face as you saw how anxious he was.

You couldn't talk to him about the gifts or your own feelings until you were alone. But for now, you gently nudged him with your arm and gave him the slightest nod as you smiled. It was enough to tell him what he was desperate to know. His smile turned int a grin as he turned back to the others, though his mind was only on you.

Jeonghan silently willed the game to end, not caring that he made an incorrect guess about his own Secret Santa. He fidgeted with his hands nervously as he felt an anxious energy radiated through him. You were sitting right beside him, but he couldn't say anything, couldn't do anything, not yet. It was driving him crazy.

When the game finally ended, you followed Seungkwan, who gave you the choice of a variety of gift cards as your prize. All the while, he whined about not guessing you correctly as his Secret Santa.

You were patient, though your heart was beating unevenly in your chest. You could feel Jeonghan watching you from nearby as he waited for you.

Finally escaping Seungkwan as Mingyu came over to get his own prize. You approached Jeonghan, and before saying a single word, he grabbed your hand and dragged you up the stairs, not caring about the curious look Jun threw your way as you passed him.

Entering Jeonghan's room, he closed the door before pulling you into a hug. You were stunned at first, before you slowly wrapped your own arms around him.

"You guessed it was me because you wanted it to be right? Not just because I gave it away?"

You could hear the obvious anxiety in his tone and you let out a soft laugh as you nodded.

"Yes Jeonghan, I wanted it to be you. Even before you gave it away, I wanted it to be you."

He let out a sigh of relief as he tightened his grip on you momentarily. Pulling away, his eyes met yours and he let out a bashful chuckle. "I was so scared."

You chuckled, "Me too."

Overwhelmed, he pulled you back into a hug and you laughed. "I'm so happy, I don't know what to do." He admitted.

You laughed as you understood exactly what he meant.

"This is fine, this is perfect." You said softly as you hugged him back.

You remained like this for a few moments as your nerves settled. Jeonghan let out a sigh before he pulled away again. Placing his hands on either side of your face he stared at you for a moment, his eyes darted around your face.

"That day you gave me that flower it was at the solo video shoot. I was nervous about it and you came with me so I would feel better. Do you remember what you said?"

You thought for a moment before you shook your head, uncertain.

"You told me to keep it so I could remember that day and how well I did even though I was nervous."

You smiled as the memory came back and you nodded.

"But that's not the real reason I kept it. I kept it because that was the day I realized I had feelings for you."

Your eyes widened a bit as he said this an he gently caressed your cheek with his thumb.

You smiled, "So we fell for each other on the same day."

His own eyes widened as he tilted his head, "What?"

You nodded and let out a soft giggle, "That day when I was watching you, I realized that I had a crush on you. It felt so sudden, but it made so much sense."

He laughed as he spoke softly, his tone amazed, "The same day."

"I guess it was meant to be." You suggested with a grin.

"I guess it was."

He caressed your cheek gently again as your eyes locked. A knowing tension rose between you as his eyes darted to your lips.

Slowly, you both leaned in, eyes remaining locked before fluttering to a close when your lips connected. Your first kiss was slow and gentle, and it was perfect.

{Joshua's Ending}

You and Joshua were walking down the street together when you passed a vendor with flowers.

Unexpectedly, the vendor handed you a bouquet of white and pink flowers. You began to refuse, as you had no intention of buying flowers but they interrupted you with a smile.

"For you, for free. You two look like such a great couple, it makes my day better. I wish you happiness."

"Oh."

You and Joshua were both stunned by the vendors words, and you couldn't help the nervous butterflies that took over your stomach.

Joshua thanked the vendor a few times, insisting on paying but was refused. Finally walking off, you and Joshua shared a look in silence before breaking into laughter.

Jokingly, Joshua acted offended, "Why did you get the flower and not me?"

You laughed, "Because I'm prettier than you."

He gasped in offense and you giggled before pulling out a single white rose, one of the few in the bouquet.

Bowing dramatically you gave it to him and he repressed a laugh while taking it, bowing in return.

He smelled it and sighed dramatically, "Thank you."

Giggling at his response, you missed how he gazed at you with a adoring smile, his own stomach full of butterflies too.

"I think my secret Santa is, Joshua."

As your eyes met his, you saw him take in a shaky breath, as if he had forgotten to breath while watching you in anticipation.

A grin spread across his face as he nodded, acknowledging that you had guessed correctly. That it was him.

Your heart pounded with relief, excitement and nervous tension. The others clapped as you guessed correctly before Seungkwan was telling Jun it was his turn to guess.

Seeing Joshua tell Mingyu to scoot over, he ushered you to sit beside him. You smiled bashfully at him as he grinned at you, his eyes shining with joy and anxiety.

As you sat beside him, he caught your eye and you saw him question you wordlessly, unable to speak, but telling so much with just his eyes. You simply smiled and nodded, making him grin happily. You couldn't speak for now, but you knew it was enough until you could.

As you sat beside him, you felt him lean back a little as he stared at your profile, making you feel even more shy. Moving his arm, you felt him lay it on the couch behind you, you smiled softly to yourself as butterflies filled your stomach. You nervously felt your pocket, reminding yourself that you had the necklaces.

He continuously looked over at you throughout the rest of the Secret Santa guessing, and you occasionally caught his eye, causing the two of you to look away quickly with soft shy smiles.

When it was finally over, you saw that Joshua got stuck talking with Jeonghan, and not wanting to linger and make yourself appear suspicious or draw other's attention, you made your way to your room.

As you went up the staircase, you looked back, and saw Joshua watching you. When you made it into your room, you let out a deep sigh and tried to shake off your nerves. You knew Joshua saw you go into your room, and had a feeling he would be coming to find you as soon as he could.

You were right, because a few minutes later you heard knocking at your door. Opening it, you saw Joshua peak in and smile widely before quickly stepping into your room and shutting the door behind him.

There was a moment of silence between you as you looked at each other before you both laughed softly.

He shook his head, "I'm sorry I'm just nervous." He paused as he smiled at you, "I was really afraid you weren't going to say my name. That you didn't want it to be me."

You smiled softly as you shook your head, "I wouldn't want it to be anyone else."

He grinned as he stepped up to you, giggling softly out of nervous excitement. "God, I really like you Y/n, I feel like I can't explain it enough. But...please tell me you feel the same. I need to hear it."

"I really like you too Joshua. I have for a long time."

He grinned and let out a sigh of relief as he pulled you into a hug. Resting his head against your's he took the moment in as he gently rubbed his hand up and down your back as he held you tightly.

"Do you remember the day you gave me that flower?"

You hummed and nodded your head.

"That vendor who gave you the flowers mistook us as a couple. But I really wished we actually were. So that day I decided no matter what, we would end up together."

You grinned as you tightened your arms around him. "A lot of people have mistaken us for a couple, and every time I felt sad that we weren't."

"But we are now right?" He asked softly, hope evident in his voice.

"We are now." You agreed, your heart pounding heavily and nearly in sync with his.

As you pulled away, he looked down at you softly as he rose his brow. He watched as you reached into your pocket and pull out the couple's necklaces that he had gifted you.

He grinned as you unhooked one and placed it around his neck. Before you could put yours on, he took it from you and put it on for you.

Your eyes locked as you let out soft laughs before he gently caressed your cheek.

"Now it feel's official."

You fiddled with the necklace as he smiled softly at you. Leaning in, he pressed a kiss to your cheek, and then your forehead, before pulling you into another embrace.

{Wonwoo's Ending}

"Wonwoo."

When his name left your lips, Wonwoo looked stunned as he stared at you. After a moment as everyone looked at him for confirmation, he nodded his head softly.

The whole time you had been sat down with everyone, you noticed him avoiding looking at you as his mood seemed dampened. You wondered if he was so convinced you would not say his name, that this moment was truly unexpected.

He stared at you in silence, uncertain of what to do. So you smiled softly and gave him a small nod, hoping he would know that you chose him because you wanted too. To your relief, he seemed to understand as his smile widened and his ears noticeably changed color.

Once you sat back down as Dino rose to guess his Secret Santa, you looked over to see Wonwoo staring down at his hands with a smile on his face. You smiled softly as you waited impatiently to speak with him.

Your impatience became more prevalent when you kept seeing Wonwoo look over at you from the corner of your eye. His gaze seemed to burn right through you, and your heart only beat more uneasy every time.

Seeing him glance over at you again, you looked over and caught his eye. There was a momentary shock, as if electricity jolted through you as you stared at each other. The tension was strong, and you knew only the two of you could feel it.

You smiled softly at him, and his own smile grew in response. The two of you broke eye contact with shy smiles as you tried to focus on what was going on as Jeonghan teased Jun about being caught hiding his present.

When the secret Santa guessing was over, Wonwoo began to approach you but was suddenly called by Seungkwan for something. Looking back at you he quickly stepped forward, his hand gently taking yours as he whispered into your ear.

"Meet me down by the pond."

You nodded softly as he went over to Seungkwan. Nervously you put on your jacket and left the house, unnoticed by the others.

As you waited by the pond, you thought back on the day you gave Wonwoo the white rose.

You and the others had gone on a picnic that summer, to celebrate the end of their recent tour. As Wonwoo laid on the blanket, eyes closed, basking in the sun, you clipped a white rose from nearby and made your way over to him.

Carefully removing the thorns, you gently tucked the rose behind his ear. A soft smile crossed his face as he opened his eye to peak at you. You looked away as if innocent as he gently reached up and felt the flower.

"What's this for?"

You giggled softly, "A gift for sleeping beauty."

He chuckled at your words knowing you were unaware just how much your actions affected him.

You had no idea he had kept the flower, or that it had meant anything to him enough to keep it.

Lost in the memory of that day, you hadn't heard Wonwoo approach. He stopped nearby as he admired you as you stared out at the frozen pond. His heart was pounding in his chest as he took a deep breath.

You said his name. That was all he wanted, and more than he thought he deserved. He would not mess this up, he couldn't, you were all he wanted for so long.

"Y/n."

You turned at the sound of your name, heart pounding as you saw Wonwoo standing behind you.

You smiled at him and he walked up to you. Reaching up he adjusted your hat so that it covered your ears.

"Are you cold?"

You shook your head and he nodded before taking another step closer. He stared at you intensely, making your nerves rise.

"You said my name."

You nodded, "I did."

"Was it because... you knew it was me, or...because you wanted it to be me?"

You smiled softly, "Both. I remembered the flower so I knew it was you, and I was so relieved that it was."

"Relieved?"

"You're the only one I have feelings for, I was afraid it was one of the other's first."

"You- have feelings for me." It wasn't so much a question, as a confirmation of something he really hoped was true.

You nodded as you tilted your head, "Did you really not know?"

He let out a soft chuckle, "I thought you might, but I managed to convince myself I was imagining it."

You laughed as you shook your head, "Well you weren't. I really do."

He smiled as he reached out and took your hand. "Did you not know I had feelings for you either?"

You hummed as you looked down at your hands. "I really wasn't sure. Sometimes I thought it felt like you did, but you are just really nice to me in general."

He chuckled, "I should have been more obvious then."

You shook your head, "It's okay, it doesn't matter now. Now I know."

He took another step closer as he seemed to study your face.

"Why did you keep the rose?"

He tilted his head in thought as he smiled. "Because it was that day I fully understood how much I liked you. So I kept it to remember that moment."

You grinned, "So that's how long you've liked me?"

He chuckled softy, "I think I liked you before that, I just didn't fully realize it until that moment."

As you smiled brightly up at him he couldn't resist reaching up and cupping your face. His thumb gently brushed across your bottom lip as he smiled softly.

"I get to keep you forever now right?"

You grinned as your heart fluttered, "Is that what you want?" He nodded as he smiled. "Then yes, because I want that too."

His smile widened at your response as he stepped closer, closing the distance between you as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

{Woozi's Ending}

You felt his eyes on you as you walked to the center of the group. His hands were clasped together tightly as he waited impatiently for you to guess. He silently pleaded for you to say his name. If any other name left your lips, his heart would break.

"Jihoon."

He let out a soft breath of relief as he closed his eyes momentarily in relief. The other's saw it as a sigh of defeat, thinking he had wanted to fool you with his presents. None of them really knowing what was truly going on between you.

As he met your eyes, he nodded in confirmation, trying not to give any of his emotions away, wanting to keep them for just you when you were alone.

His eyes followed you as you sat back down. Looking over at him, your eyes locked and you smiled softly at him. It wasn't a smile of pity, or rejection, but of barely subdued happiness. He felt his chest tighten as he swallowed, repressing the urge to steal you away from the others at that moment.

When the guessing game was over, Jihoon stood just behind you as Seungkwan listed off the available gift cards as the prizes for guessing correctly.

You felt his presence right behind you as his chest nearly pressed against your back. You could feel the hairs on the back of your neck rising as you felt his eyes burning into your profile.

Grabbing a random gift card, too distracted to really think about it, you remained still, watching as Jihoon grabbed one as well, before he stepped away from you.

Turning, you immedietely met his eyes and he seemed to suddenly grow nervous. He glanced around, seeing the other's begin to get distracted as he motioned his head towards the stairs.

You followed him up the stairs and into his room, not knowing or really caring if anyone noticed.

When you were alone in his room, there was a silent tension that hung in the air before Jihoon finally spoke.

"Did the rose give it away?"

You smiled softly as you sat down on the edge of his bed, he slowly came over to sit beside you as you answered.

"It did. But in case you're worried, I wanted it to be you before that."

He smiled as he played with his hands, "Really?"

You nodded with a soft giggle. "I actually thought my crush was obvious."

He scratched his neck nervously as he smiled a bit wider. "I thought the same about my crush."

Your eyes widened a bit, "Really?"

He laughed and nodded, "See, it's not just me whose oblivious."

You chuckled, "I guess you're right."

A short moment of comfortable silence passed before you spoke again.

"I didn't think you'd actually keep any of those flowers you know."

Jihoon grinned as you both thought back to that day.

It was his birthday, and though he had received various flowers from different companies and brands, you still bought him a bouquet yourself.

Even with the other flowers, he still felt touched by yours. He told you it was the first time he had received flowers from someone close to him, rather than just from companies or for PR.

Because he was touched by your gift, you told him he had better keep them forever. And though it was meant as a joke, he took it as a promise.

"Keeping the whole bouquet would be difficult so I just kept the one rose." He sad softly with a smile, "It was enough to remind me of that day."

"You were really that touched that I bought you flowers?"

He chuckled, "It was more that it was a gift from you."

You smiled teasingly, "So you really liked me that much, huh?"

He chuckled,"What do you mean? I still like you that much. If not more."

You giggled as you looked down at your hands shyly. Your heart jolted when he reached over and slipped his hands into yours.

Meeting his eyes again he grinned softly at you, "I don't know what you do to me that makes me so bad with words. But, I really have never felt this way before, and I don't think I ever will again."

"I think you're pretty good with words."

His smile softened as he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your cheek before resting his forehead against yours.

"I have so much I want to say to you but it might take some time for me to get it out right."

You grinned, "That's okay, I'll wait. Happily."

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