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❝ When Professor Jeon realizes his most earnest student is no longer paying him the attention he craves, he goes to great lengths to make sure he’s the only one holding her attention. ❞

pairing: jeon wonwoo x fem reader

genre: teacher au, cam girl au, college au, smut

word count: 9.3k

warnings: illicit relationship, imbalance of power, age gap (reader is in her 20s and wonwoo is in his 30s), sex work, drinking, lots of pining, jealousy, misunderstandings, professor!wonwoo, student!reader, cam girl!reader, masturbation (f and m), oral sex (f and m receiving), unprotected sex, office sex, car sex, riding, multiple creampies, overstimulation, pussy drunk!wonwoo

a/n: this has been in the works for way too long and i’m so happy with how it came out. hugest shoutout to the nonny who sent in the ask that started it all. minors dni!!

You think you might actually die.

If you didn’t spontaneously combust from how embarrassed you felt, then you were going to go find a cliff to throw yourself off of. You can’t remember the last time you fucked up this badly, and it doesn’t help that it’s all your friends can talk (and laugh) about as you’re having dinner.

“Maybe he didn’t open it.” Vernon tries to reason.

“Yeah, right.” Soonyoung snorts. “He probably already clicked on the link and is jerking off to her videos right now.”

Chan’s laugh is one of the most endearing sounds you’ve ever heard, but right now it just sounds annoying. You’re glad you ordered an alcoholic drink with your meal because otherwise you wouldn’t be able have this conversation. When your friend sees your sour pout, he quickly changes his tune.

“You’re worrying for nothing. I’m sure once he saw what the site was, he clicked off.” Chan says as he not-so-subtly scoots his chair away from you. “He’s like the most respectful guy ever.”

“Chan’s right.” Vernon is quick to agree. “Professor Jeon isn’t the type to cross those boundaries with a student. You said you sent him an email saying it was a mistake, right? He’s a nice guy, so—”

“How fucking naive can you two be?” Soonyoung cut in with an incredulous look on his face. “I know his type. Those quiet guys are the biggest freaks behind closed doors. He’s definitely the type to fuck a student. I’ll put money on that shit.”

Chan pauses to mull over Soonyoung’s words while Vernon can only offer him an exasperated glare. The two boys know better than anyone how you feel about your professor, and they also know that the older man was the only person in the history of the universe to treat you coldly. This was definitely the worst situation you could ever find yourself in, but Soonyoung was too oblivious to see that fact.

Being the sweetheart that he is, Vernon is quick to change the topic. “Seokmin just texted me. He said everyone is on their way to Jihoon’s place. Let’s get the check.”

For a moment, it seems like your inner turmoil will be forgotten. Sure, you do have class early in the morning, but right now you were going to focus on having a good time at Jihoon’s party. And Vernon was probably right. Professor Jeon was the sweetest, most respectful man you had ever crossed paths with. He probably deleted the email after realizing what it was. And even if he hadn’t, this moment would eventually pass.

After all, no one ever actually died from embarrassment.

Everything was fine until the four of you are about to leave the restaurant and Soonyoung lets out a sound that resembles a chicken being strangled. His eyes are bugged out as he comically gestures across the dimly lit place. Your heart twists uncomfortably when you finally see what has him acting like a fool.

“I told you so.”

Those four words are the ones you hate the most in the world, especially when they’re coming from Kwon Soonyoung. You love him, you really do, but his lack of perception is fucking maddening sometimes. It’s especially infuriating in situations like the one you were in now.

“No fucking way.” Chan whispers with his mouth dropped open. “That’s—”

“Just because they’re having dinner together doesn’t mean they’re fucking.” Vernon reasons, obviously trying to spare what was left of your feelings.

“Who cares?” You manage to say without letting your voice tremble with the heartbreak that was currently seeping into your bones. “Let’s get out of here before they see us.”

Soonyoung only scoffs, not able to believe that your nosy ass doesn’t seem to care about the juicy scandal the four of you had stumbled upon. Vernon starts to push him out the door while you and Chan hurriedly follow behind them. Luckily, you manage to make it out of the restaurant without catching the attention of your English professor and his TA.

Normally, you would’ve loved to be a witness to any potential gossip, but this was different because you just so happened to be the tiniest bit in love with your professor. The more rational part of you knows that it doesn’t really mean anything that Professor Jeon was having dinner with his TA, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t sting a little bit (a lot).

No one ever died from embarrassment, but apparently dying from a broken heart was real.

“This is actually a good thing for you, Y/N.” Soonyoung says once you’re all in Chan’s car and driving to Jihoon’s party.

You grit your teeth and manage to answer him in a somewhat calm voice. “What are you talking about?”

“If Professor Jeon says anything about the link you accidentally sent him, you can tell him that you know he’s fucking his TA.”

It actually wouldn’t be a bad idea if even talking about the very possibility that those two were having an illicit affair didn’t feel like someone had punched you in the stomach. But instead of letting any of them see how much it actually hurt, you only offered what you hoped was a convincing laugh.

“Yeah. You’re right.”

You look out the window as the conversation takes a different turn, not noticing the looks Vernon keeps giving you all the way to Jihoon's apartment. He doesn’t say anything because you keep speaking and laughing like everything is fine. He should’ve recognized your calm and aloof behavior as a sign that you were on the verge of spiraling, but he didn’t.

Even as you unbutton two more buttons of your pretty blouse and hike up your skirt when you enter the party, he doesn’t say anything. It’s easy for him to assume that you want to hit on some of Jihoon’s producer friends for fun as you often did after getting a little tipsy.

It’s not until he sees you drinking like the world is running out of alcohol that he feels the need to intervene. Vernon quickly walks over to you, eyeing you with blatant concern. You don’t even acknowledge him as he goes to stand beside you.

“Maybe you should slow down.”

You ignored your friend’s concerned voice and downed another shot. In the back of your mind, you know he’s right, but the need to forget about your hurt feelings and humiliation was far greater than reason. Besides, you can hardly taste the alcohol anymore which makes it easier to drink to your heart’s content.

“This is a party, Vernon.” You remind him. “I’m only trying to have a good time. I deserve to, don’t you think?"

Of course he thought you were in desperate need of a fun night out. In fact, he’s the one who convinced you to come since it had been a hot minute since you left your apartment for something that didn’t involve working or school.

But Vernon can see that the way you’re drinking is only an after effect of what you saw at the restaurant, and if you kept this up you were going to black out like you did at Junhui’s party freshman year. Because he didn’t want to relive that night, he makes sure to bring you plenty of water and keep you within his sight. If he couldn’t stop you, he was going to make sure you were taken care of.

Maybe you’re acting childish, but you don’t really care at this point. All you can focus on is the pain that’s tightly gripping your heart. The alcohol helps a bit, but you still don’t manage to forget the events leading up to your irresponsible drinking.

You could get over your little slip up, and even the fact that Professor Jeon was potentially fucking his TA. But what really hurt is that your English professor seemed to display this great disposition to everyone in the world except you. Sure, you should’ve been grateful that he probably didn’t open the link you sent him because he was having dinner with TA, but your fucked up mind and heart couldn’t care about that for some reason.

It’s not fair, you can’t help but think.

You were down bad, but it wasn’t your fault. Every time your English professor smiles, you feel like your heart is going to implode. The way his kind eyes always form into crescents as the softest smile ever graces his face is possibly the most attractive thing you’ve ever seen.

What’s not fair is the fact that Professor Jeon has never directed his pretty smile at you. Not even once.

It’s not like he’s never had the opportunity to do so. You purposely arrive early to his class in order to sit at the very front, and not to mention that you’re very vocal during discussions and always answer his questions. But all he’s ever offered you is a fleeting glance and a nod of acknowledgement while the entire English department gets that stupidly endearing smile of his.

Chan always tells you how thirsty you look during class, and when you make the argument that he wouldn’t know since he always sits all the way in the back, he actually laughed at you.

You lean forward so much that it looks like you’re about to fall out of your seat, he’d said.

After you catch yourself doing exactly that during one of Professor Jeon’s more riveting lectures, you wanted the earth to open up and swallow you whole. If Lee fucking Chan—one of the most oblivious people you had ever met—had noticed your massive crush, then you were 100% sure your professor had as well.

Just thinking about it made you cringe and down another shot. The burning feeling made you come to a decision. If your professor didn’t care for you, then so be it. Tonight was the last night you would feel heartbroken over him. You were going to shove him out of your heart and mind if it was the last thing you did.

Wonwoo can’t describe the feeling in his chest when his class is ten minutes away from starting, and you’re not already in your usual seat. He tries to brush it off because maybe you’re just running late. After almost an entire semester of always being early, it was only logical that you would be late at least once. Things happened, and he was sure you would show up soon.

At least, that’s what he thinks until it’s actually time to start the class and you’re still no where to be seen. It bothers him and it shows. Bad.

The class is probably the worst he’s had since he first became a professor, but that was the least of his concerns. All he can focus on is the uncomfortable feeling twisting in his gut as he thought about the possibilities of why you didn’t show up to class. Wonwoo doesn’t want to believe that you’re too embarrassed to show up because of the link you accidentally sent him.

You had sent him an email containing the correct link and profusely apologizing about thirty seconds later, and after he saw the name of the website he could see how the mistake was made. Unfortunately for you, the two websites were very similar in name.

If you really were avoiding coming to class because of that, he wishes you would give him a chance to tell you that he wasn’t uncomfortable or angry. But Wonwoo doesn’t get the opportunity to speak to you as soon as he hopes because almost an entire week goes by until he sees you again. He sees you on the way to his office and calls out your name before he realizes what he’s doing.

The way you’re expression drops into a cold discomfort makes him falter a bit. Where was that bright smile you always directed at him? It only makes Wonwoo certain that you were still mortified over what happened.

“I didn’t see you in class on Tuesday.” Wonwoo says after you awkwardly greet him. “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, just... personal stuff.”

The air is painfully awkward, and Wonwoo can’t stand the abrupt shift in your behavior. He needs to let you know that what happened shouldn’t make you feel uneasy around him because he understands that it was a mistake. However, he doesn’t react fast enough to do so.

“Professor.” You say hesitantly, nervously biting at your bottom lip. “Did you click on the link I accidentally sent you?”

You’re looking at him so shyly and nervously that he becomes powerless immediately. Wonwoo wants to make you feel more comfortable, but he also is unable to lie to you. “I did.” He says honestly. “But once I realized you sent the wrong website, I clicked off.”

Wonwoo can tell his honestly doesn’t make you feel any better. Just as he goes to comfort you, your attitude suddenly shifts.

“I’m really sorry. I swear it won’t happen again.” The apology sounds sincere, yet it’s missing the usual warmth your voice held whenever you spoke to him. “I have to go. I’ll see you in class.”

Wonwoo’s heart sinks when you run off without even giving him a chance to say goodbye. Maybe this is his own fault for taking your once sweet attitude toward him for granted. He never thought a day would come where you would actively avoid him.

A sudden determination to have things go back to the way they were overcomes him. Unfortunately, things got worse before they got better.

When he sees you again, you’re not early. You aren’t late either, but it’s odd to see that you don’t seem to care to be early anymore. And you don’t sit right at the front either. No, this time you sit all the way in the back between two boys—Lee Chan and Xu Minghao. This somewhat bothers him, but he can’t really be upset. After all, you were allowed to sit wherever you wanted.

It’s not until he sees you giggling and talking with those boys—particularly Minghao—during his lecture that he really gets agitated. He carries on as normally as he can, but this sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach is expanding up into his chest keeps distracting him. Deep down, Wonwoo knows this feeling is nothing more than petty jealousy.

Your new behavior carries on for weeks, and it makes Wonwoo feel like he’s losing his mind.

Finally, he decides he can’t keep his frustrations pent up inside and does something he knows he shouldn’t. When he gets home, he immediately goes to his room and gets on his computer. He opens the browser and is quick to click on the only site that’s on his favorites. Wonwoo quickly logs in, the action of typing his username and password is muscle memory at this point.

His eyes don’t mind the videos on the homepage, he only focuses on going to his subscriptions and clicks on the only profile he has under his favorites. Wonwoo let’s out a laugh. It’s quiet and slightly bitter. It’s funny how worried you were about him clicking on the link when he had been watching your streams since before you became his student.

Wonwoo feels a sense of sour accomplishment. He’s gone almost an entire week without watching any of your videos, but that was all in vain. As he scrolls down, he notices that you’ve done two streams since he last watched you. Just as he was deciding which one he was going to watch, he got a notification.

brattydoll sent you a message!

It’s pretty certain that Wonwoo flinched so hard it can be seen from space. He can’t believe what he’s seeing, and it almost feels wrong that this is happening to him. But he shoves all those thoughts aside and quickly clicks on the notification.

brattydoll: hi! you were the top tipper for the stream i did last week. as usual, you are eligible for a private stream. let me know what time and day best works for you xoxo

It takes him less than a minute to type a response to let you know he’s ready now. He waits in anticipation for your message, really hoping you say you’re ready too.

His dick starts to get hard when you tell him you’ll be ready in ten minutes while also explaining the boundaries you have while doing these private streams. He doesn’t really need a reminder since he’s won a private stream from you a couple of times before. Honestly, all he can really focus on is how he’ll get to have you all for himself. He quickly strips down to his underwear before he settling into his chair.

Wonwoo feels his cock twitch when you pop up on his screen. You have a sweet, seductive smile on your face as you gaze at your screen. It’s not like the one he was used to, but at least he can pretend you’re directing it at him like you know who he actually is. He’s fully hard by the time he notices that you’re wearing the lingerie set he sent you recently. You look absolutely divine in it. His very own temptation. Licking his lips, Wonwoo starts typing into the chat.

you look beautiful, baby. how have you been?

“How have I been?” You tilt your head innocently. “Horny. But what else is new?”

Fuck. This is exactly why he could never look you in the eyes for too long when he saw you in person. Wonwoo was always afraid you would be able to tell how much he wanted you if he looked at you too long. He was never good at hiding his feelings, after all.

“Do you like how your gift looks on me?” Your sultry voice asks, and Wonwoo feels his heart pound when your smile becomes affectionate.

i fucking love it. i knew it would be perfect for you.

Your tantalizing grin makes Wonwoo wish he was there with you. God, how he would ruin you.

“Before I start, I have one question.” You say as you lick your lips. “Are you not gonna let me see your pretty little cock?”

Wonwoo lets out a deep breath because he can literally feel his cock throb in need. He quickly angles his webcam so you can only see his torso before he turns on the camera. Your wolffish grin has precum oozing from his bulbous tip, and he thinks vaguely that he would fuck that complacent smirk right off your face if ever given the opportunity.

“Thought you were getting shy on me, baby.” You say as your hands start to trail up your body.

never.

You giggle sweetly, and Wonwoo feels like he can come from the sound alone. He wonders if you know exactly what you do to him and everyone who gets to see you like this. He suspects you do.

“I missed you.” It comes out breathy as you start to knead your tits. You bite your lip before pulling off your bra. “You hadn’t been on my latest streams, and I thought that maybe I wasn’t your favorite cam girl anymore.”

If only you knew.

you’ll always be my favorite, kitten.

You moan softly when you see the chat, thumb and index finger pinching and tugging at your nipples. “You promise?”

Wonwoo types a quick yes before he grips his cock, thumb rubbing across his slit, spreading the precum all over his tip. His large hand starts to pump his cock, watching as your eyes focus on the what he squeezes and tugs on himself. Wonwoo lets out a shaky groan when he sees your thighs squeeze together.

let me see that pretty pussy, baby.

You’re quick to push your panties to the side and your two fingers along your wet lips. Wonwoo’s eyes are glued to your pussy. Watching you use your arousal to lubricate your fingers is driving him insane, and he has to slow his movements when you sink your fingers into your cunt. He wonders what face you would make if it were his fingers fucking you instead. They’re so much bigger than yours are.

“Fuck.” You moan as you start to grind into your hand.

Wonwoo watches as your fingers move in and out of your cunt, eyeing the way you arousal is dripping down to your ass. Fuck. He wonders if you always get so wet or if the sight of his cock is getting you off. Part of him feels content deludedly believing it’s the latter.

Your moans grow louder when your fingers brush against your sweet spot. It’s rare that you imagine it’s your subscriber’s dick inside you and not your fingers, but cockydom’s cock is just so big and pretty that it’s hard not to. The other part of you thinks about your hot professor despite the fact that you were trying to get rid of the feelings you had for him. Oh well. Rome wasn’t built in a day.

Wonwoo curses as his movements speed up. There’s nothing he loves more than watching you play with yourself while pretending that his fist is actually your sweet little cunt.

you close, baby?

“So close.” You whimper as you feel your orgasm building up. “Are you gonna be a good boy and come with me?”

He’ll do anything you want. Instead of telling you that, Wonwoo types in the chat to keep your eyes on him. He wants you orgasm to the sight of him coming.

You’re glad your eyes are focused on the pretty dick on your screen because it makes it easier to reach your orgasm. The sight of the flushed cock aching and throbbing makes you clench around your fingers. You can tell he’s close by the way his hips are bucking into his hand as he squeezes around the sensitive tip. His thighs are quivering, and with a few more drags of his fist, you see the first rope of cum shoot out of him.

Wonwoo lets out a strangled gasp as his cock throbs wildly with each ribbon of cum that shoots from his tip. He comes so much that his seed covers his hand and abs. It glistens over his pulsing dick while he fucks his hand through his high. He smirks when he sees that you’re eyes are completely fixed on him as he milks every last drop from his cock.

A low moan tumbles past your lips as your eyes roll to the back of your head as your orgasm washes over you. Wonwoo is careful to watch your facial expression, his fist subconsciously speeds up. You're just so fucking hot, and he just imagines how you would look coming on his cock.

You smile nicely and sweetly at the camera, biting your lower lip as you moan softly and rub a thumb over your clit. Two fingers spread yourself so he can see the way your folds glisten with your slick. Wonwoo’s zero in on your quivering cunt and the fingers that held them open. He just wants to take them in his mouth and suck them dry.

“I haven’t came that hard in a long time.” You breathe out blissfully. “You always do this to me.”

Wonwoo swallows thickly. Fuck. You’re turning him on all over again.

“Let’s end it here, baby. Be sure to watch my next stream.”

And just like that, the screen goes black and Wonwoo is left staring his own reflection.

Sometimes you have to wonder if your life was fate’s way of punishing you for something you had done in a previous life because there was no fucking way you were this unlucky without any reason.

When you agreed to meet Seokmin for dinner, you never thought you’d be itching to leave the moment you arrived. All you wanted to do was have fun and distract yourself from your failing plan to get over Professor Jeon, but unfortunately for you, fate had other plans.

After the hostess leads you to your table, it becomes clear that bringing along Soonyoung and Chan was a mistake. Because sitting at the table alongside your friend was none other than Professor Jeon Wonwoo. You nearly trip over yourself because not only is he there, laughing and talking without a care in the world, but he looks so fucking hot while doing so.

The older man isn’t wearing his glasses and his hair is slicked up, exposing his forehead. Your professor looks like an absolute dream, but all you can see him as is a nightmare in the flesh.

This could not be happening to you.

It always slips your mind that Seokmin is older than all of you, but now you know that you’ll never forget. You considered turning around and making a stealthy escape, but your overenthusiastic friend spots you before you can even make a move. He greets all of you with a loud shout. At this point you can't just run away no matter how badly you want to. But you decide to stifle all your feelings, and try your hardest to not act like a skittish animal.

“Professor.” Chan greets casually as you three go to sit, and you envy that he’s so nonchalant. “I didn’t know you were coming.”

“I haven’t seen Seokmin in a long time.” Wonwoo says, noticing how you’re doing everything in your power not to look at him.

He won’t stand for it. Not anymore. “It’s nice to see you, Y/N.”

It gives him a sick thrill to see you shiver at his words. It’s subtle, but it’s there. He manages to smile instead of smirking like he wants to. Wonwoo has always known you’ve felt an attraction toward him, and he wasn’t going to let you forget it. After all, you were his favorite student.

“Don’t be so awkward!” Seokmin chastises you after you tensely greet your professor. “Wonwoo is just a normal guy right now! Don’t even think of him as your professor.”

If only that’s why you felt so uncomfortable.

Your first mistake of the night was bringing your moronic friends who can’t take a hint. The second mistake was ordering a round of shots to ease your nerves. It’s not like dinner isn’t going smoothly, but the coiling in your stomach refuses to let you relax.

You try to engage as much as you can without letting your emotions slip through, but your professor keeps making it hard. You’re not sure what’s wrong with him, but he seems interested in everything you have to say, no matter how small. You can’t help but feel a little bitter at that.

Where was this energy when you were making a fool out of yourself during his many classes?

“Y/N.” Seokmin calls in a singsong voice after he downs another shot. “A little birdie told me you’re seeing someone.”

You try to ignore Wonwoo’s piercing stare, but it’s hard. Instead of focusing on your professor’s uncharacteristic behavior, you cast a fleeting glare at Chan. He can never keep his mouth shut, and this time you don’t know how you’re going to keep yourself calm enough to answer Seokmin.

Somehow, you manage to respond normally. “I wouldn’t say that. This little birdie is obviously mistaken.”

“Really?” Soonyoung cuts in, and you can literally hear the alcohol starting to dictate his actions. “Because Minghao has been wanting to fuck you since high school, and you finally went out with the kid last week. It’s gonna break his heart to know that you don’t want to be his girlfriend.”

You clench your jaw and give Seokmin a look that said, control this fool before I murder him. Sure, maybe it would’ve been good for Professor Jeon to think that you weren’t trying to get at him because of the link you’d sent him, but talking about Minghao’s apparent schoolboy crush on you was not the way you wanted to do that. Also, it was just uncool to air out someone’s intimate feelings like that.

Before any of you could intervene and stop Soonyoung’s drunken ramblings, your dear friend keeps talking. “Of course you’re not obligated to return his feelings. If that’s the case, Seungcheol also wants to go out with you. Just let me know."

Chan might not be very observant, but he knows when you’re on the verge of exploding. He definitely does not want to see you on the warpath because it’s possibly one of the scariest experiences he’s ever gone through. So he quickly intervenes before you decided to shove one of the utensils on the table down Soonyoung’s throat.

“You said Jihoon asked you to sing on the new song he’s workin on.” Chan cuts in before Soonyoung can keep talking. “Did you say yes?”

This shift in conversation works out for all of ten minutes before Soonyoung starts up again. However, he’s now changed his target to your English professor.

“Wonwoo.” Soonyoung slurs the name slightly. “Can I ask you something?”

You can see the disaster waiting to happen, and you only hope he doesn’t do anything to perturb your teacher. As you share a look with Chan, you can tell he’s thinking the same thing.

“Since you’re not my teacher anymore, I feel comfortable asking you this.” Before he can say anything, Soonyoung continues. “Are you fucking your TA?”

Everything just goes silent.

Seokmin’s smile drops instantly. All he can do is gawk at Soonyoung. Chan looks at Professor Jeon while hiding his mouth behind his hand, and you just know he has that shit-eating grin on his face. That dumbass finds it funny, but you know that your friend isn’t done with his drunken questioning. Professor Jeon doesn’t seem all that fazed. He only blinks slowly before his eyes fall to you.

You’re not sure what Wonwoo sees when he looks at you, but whatever it is, he doesn’t like it. When he looks back at Soonyoung, there’s a lethal coldness in his eyes that you never in a million years thought you’d see. If looks could kill, your friend would be nothing but dust at this point.

“No, I’m not fucking my TA.” His deep voice comes out in a growl and you almost want to hit yourself for feeling turned just by the sound of it. “Why would you—?”

“You don’t have to lie. You’re amongst friends here.” Soonyoung declares with a laugh.

God, you’ve never wanted to throttle anyone more than you did right at that moment.

“Besides, you were seen having dinner at Michelins.” Soonyoung says before he gestures to himself then to you and Chan. “By us.”

It was official. You were definitely paying for something wicked that you had done in a past life.

Wonwoo’s shocked gaze falls to you, but you and Chan are too busy looking like you were one more word away from strangling Soonyoung to pay him any attention. Ten shades of horror goes through him at that moment because even though there was nothing going on between him and his TA, he didn’t want you to think there was.

“Aha,” Seokmin chuckles nervously. “Soonyoung’s a little drunk, I guess.”

“That’s right.” You say with a disgenuine smile and gritted teeth. “He doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”

Luckily, Seokmin is quick to call for the check with the pretext of needing to get up early to go record with Jihoon. You share a look with Chan as you all get up, knowing you were both utterly fucked. Sure, Professor Jeon didn’t seem like the petty type, but Soonyoung had a way of bringing that side out in people.

“Wanna share an Uber?” Chan asks you as he hold on to a wandering Soonyoung.

Again, you ignore your professor’s piercing gaze and shake your head. “Minghao’s gonna take me home.” You say as you gesture behind you to the waiting car.

Wonwoo watches with a clenched jaw as you slip away after only offering him a halfhearted farewell.

Since his plan didn’t work this time, he was going to move to Plan B.

It makes him smirk a bit. Soon enough, you’d be the obedient, earnest student you were before this entire mess started.

If Wonwoo felt hesitant about executing his plan before, he definitely doesn’t after seeing the way your attention is focused on Xu Minghao the entirety of his class. He can barely manage to keep a calm facade as he tells you that he needs you to see him before his office hours are over. Just as he hoped, you come just when there’s about ten minutes left. He knows you do it so you wouldn’t have to spend much time with him.

You try to rush him because you can’t stand him when he has his hair slicked up and no glasses on. And you feel like you’re going crazy because it almost seems like he’s aware of this with the way he’s looking at you.

“I wanted to make sure you don’t feel uncomfortable around me after what happened the other night.”

It’s a shame that you can’t tell him that you don’t want to talk about it, especially with him. Instead of telling him that you just wanted him to get out of your mind and heart, you only offered him an impassive shrug. “I don’t. Is that all?”

“I also hope you know I’m not sleeping with my TA.” Wonwoo says in a slow drawl that makes a familiar heat gather at the pit of your gut.

“Yeah.” You breathe out shakily. “I know you wouldn’t sleep with a student or someone who was your student.”

You feel like a wounded gazelle when Professor Jeon starts to stalk toward you. A quiet squeal leaves your throat when he wraps a strong arm around your waist and pulls you flush against him. “Who says I wouldn’t?” He hums against the shell of your ear. “I’m not fucking my TA because she’s not the one I want.”

A dull thumping sound fills your ears, and it takes you a second to realize that it’s your heart. You swallow thickly and look at Wonwoo with wide eyes when he pulls away from your ear. “I… but this—”

“Don’t look so surprised.” He purrs in that deep voice of his, and you can already feel the wetness start to pool between your legs. “Despite what you all think, I’m a cocky dom.”

It takes you half a second to figure out what he’s implying. Your jaw drops, feeling like you’ve been body snatched and dropped in an alternate universe. “You—! You’re—!”

“Don’t get shy on me now, kitten. That’s not you.”

If he’s cockydom, then he’s been watching you for a long time. Much longer than you’ve been his student. It flatters and mortifies you all at the same time.

“Do you know how hard it was to have you so close without being able to touch you?” Wonwoo groans as he presses closer to you. He smirks when you whimper at the feeling of his hard cock resting against you.

“I couldn’t even look at you without thinking about your pretty little cunt.”

Suddenly, it all makes sense to you. His coldness, his unwillingness to pay you much attention, everything. That’s all you need to realize before you smash your lips on to his.

Wonwoo moans into your mouth, hands sliding down beneath your skirt to dig into your ass. His cock twitches when he feels that you aren’t wearing any underwear. Fuck. He was going to ruin you in every way possible.

You slowly guide him toward his desk without disconnecting from his lips, needing him to fuck you like you’ve dreamed of him doing from the moment you saw him. Just as you’re about to bend over his desk and show him how wet you already are, a knock startles you both.

“Professor? Can I come in?”

You both recognize it as his TA’s voice, and just as Wonwoo is about to tell her to get lost, you put a finger to your lips. He can only watch as you drop to your knees and crawl under his desk before you motion for him to sit down. It’s almost comical how easily he complies with your wishes, just how he always has during the private streams.

You really do have him wrapped around your little finger.

Wonwoo pushes his chair forward a bit, but not too much so he wouldn’t crowd you. He clears his throat before telling his TA she can come in.

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

“No.” Wonwoo’s smile is too pretty and too casual for your liking. “Not at all.”

So you do what any other rational person would do.

You start to undo his pants.

Wonwoo is always good at keeping a poker face, but you’ve observed him long enough to know when he’s starting to get flustered. The edges of his mouth tighten and his eyes get this look in them. It makes you lick your lips. Oh, this was going to be fun.

Somehow, you manage to get his cock out of his pants without making too much noise. You find it kind of cute how Wonwoo is acting like he’s unaffected. However, his hard, twitching cock says otherwise. It’s so big and thick, and looks ten times prettier in person.

You lick your lips before you wrap them around the big mushroom top, gently swirling your tongue around to nurture the head. You’re looking up at him, holding back a smirk. He keeps talking with his TA about lesson plans and other shit you don’t really care about. How can you when you finally have his cock in your hands and mouth like you’ve always wanted?

Wonwoo covers a moan with a cough when you take the rest of him into your mouth. Well as much as you can, anyway. They say the camera adds ten pounds, but it didn’t do his pretty cock any justice. You can barely fit half of him in your mouth.

That doesn’t stop you from sucking his dick like a lollipop. It’s heavy against your tongue, weighing it down with the sweet, opaque drops of precum. Wonwoo is surprisingly good at not making any noise, but you can tell he’s close when he starts to carefully thrust up into your mouth, forcing you to take him a little deeper.

You speed up your movements as much as you can without making any actual noise, hollowing your cheeks as you do.

“Are you okay?” That stupid TA of his asks. “You look a little flushed.”

“Just fine.” He grits out with a tense smile. “We should probably wrap up now.”

You hear the rustling of papers just as Wonwoo starts twitching in your mouth. The soft whine you let out feels like a hot rubber band around his cock.

“Lock the door on your way out.” Now your professor sounds like he’s in pain, and you know you have him right where you want him.

“Okay?” His TA sounds confused. “But are you sure you’re—?”

“Just go.” He growls, and in the next second you hear the door slam shut.

You almost laugh, but when you see Wonwoo’s thighs clenching you prepare yourself to swallow every last fit of cum he has for you. It doesn’t take long for his cock to twitch wildly before ropes of hot, salty cum shoot down your throat. He always comes a lot, but you overestimate your ability to swallow it all. Some of this spills out of the edges of your mouth as Wonwoo lets out a loud moan.

When you pull away, he grips your arm and helps you up so you’re face to face with him. He looks so good, sweaty and flushed from his orgasm. Wonwoo’s thumb wipes the excess cum from your chin before shoving his sticky finger in your mouth. You happily lick his tongue clean, making sure to moan wantonly while you do so.

Wonwoo picks you up easily and settles you on the edge of his desk. His eyes are dark and hungry as he put his hands on either side of your thighs. “Such a fucking tease, kitten. What would you have done if she caught us?”

You boldly smirk at him, feeling your arousal drip out of you and spill on to his desk. “No one would believe her anyway. Everyone knows sweet, respectful Professor Jeon would never fuck a student.”

That’s all it takes for him to grip the front of your flimsy t-shirt and literally rip it off of you. The cold air hits your bare tits, and you can’t stop the surprised gasp that you let out.

“No bra and no panties?” Wonwoo growls, licking his lips at the sight of your hardened nipples. “Were you planning on seeing that boy tonight?”

You bite your lip and smirk. Maybe you would let Soonyoung off the hook sooner than planned. “So what if I was? You have your TA to keep you company after hours, no?”

Wonwoo growls a bit before he lifts your skirt enough to expose your dripping cunt. He licks his lips when he sees that your sweet nectar is staining his desk. He gently moves to rub your folds before delivering a harsh slap to your cunt. You whine loudly, hips thrusting upward. He repeats his actions until you’re literally trembling against him.

“Such a bad girl.” Wonwoo says as he start to rub your cunt to ease the stings of his slaps. “But let me make something clear to you, kitten. I make the rules here.”

Before you can think to protest, Wonwoo shoves his fingers inside you, knuckle deep. You can only moan and grind into his hand as he curls them expertly against your sweet spot. His actions almost have you screaming, cunt clamping down on his relentless digits. He pulls out his fingers from your needy hole with a wet pop just before you can allow yourself to fall into true bliss.

Wonwoo smirks when you let out a bratty whine. He loved every second of it. His bratty princess. “Your pussy is so greedy, baby. Sucking my fingers in and not wanting to let go.”

You might feel embarrassed, but Wonwoo drops to his knees and smashes his face into your hot cunt. He smirks against you when you let out the sexiest moan he’s ever heard. Immediately, he shoves his tongue inside you and swirls it around slowly, licking up every drop of your juices.

Wonwoo can’t help but moan at how good you taste. Fuck. He knew you would taste like heaven, and it feels wrong that he’s deprived himself of you for so long. This all feels like a dream to him.

All you can do is whimper and mewl as you grind your cunt into his face. You let out a broken whimper as you feel your climax approaching. “Professor!”

Wonwoo pulls away from your cunt, smirking when you whine. “Uh, uh, kitten. It’s Wonwoo. Say my name.”

He groans when he sees your fluttering hole clench around nothing, and again he dives in like a madman. This time he shoves his fingers inside of you, needing you to come on his tongue. All it takes is a few licks and pump of his fingers for you to close your legs around his head and orgasm with a shout of his name.

“Wonwoo!”

Fuck. He’ll never get over hearing you moan his name. At this point he doesn’t care if the dean himself hears you. He won’t stop until he stuffs you full of his cum.

You can only watch as he tugs off his clothes, appreciating how good his body looks in person. Wonwoo stalks towards you and rubs your cunt a little, mean smirk on his face. You pout at him with a low whine and wrap your thighs wrapping around his waist. “Don’t be mean like you usually are.”

His other hand moves around your body to roughly knead at the swell of your ass, pushing you against his fingers. You mewl softly, fluttering your eyelashes bat him as you look at him with puppy dog eyes that you know he won’t deny.

“Don’t be a fucking brat.” He growls suddenly shoving his slick coated fingers past your lips to shut you up.

Your tongue feels heavy as you twirl the tip around the pads of his fingers, hands scratching at his chest. A low groan rumbles in his broad chest as he watches you with darkened eyes. “Only good girls get fucked, kitten. Remember that.”

Before you can say something bratty as is your custom, the words on the tip of your tongue when you feel the tip of his cock grinding against your wet entrance. It makes your mind go blank with need.

Wonwoo’s fingers slips out of your mouth and settle on your hips to keep you still. “Your little cunt is so wet, all for this fucking cock, huh?”

You nod fervently, mewling loudly as he pushed in slowly. The stretch burns, but also feels so fucking good. You feel every ridge and vein of his thick cock, but Wonwoo isn’t satisfied with only your mewls and whimpers. Even as he’s fully sheathed inside your hot cunt, he’s thrusting painfully slow, dragging his hard cock along your walls torturously.

“Don’t stay quiet, baby. Tell me how much you want my cock.”

Your whine makes him throb inside you. “I’ve wanted your cock for so long. Just fuck me already.”

“What a whiny little brat.” Wonwoo smirks as his hands move up your body to pinch your nipples. “So fucking cute.” His words are slightly slurred, drunk on the feeling of your pussy struggling to fit his whole length.

“Fuck! Wonwoo!” You moan when he starts to thrust into you.

You can only whimper and gasp as his big cock rams into you at an unrelenting pace. It’s almost too much, but you quickly learn that your nerdy English professor is insatiable. His palms trail down to your thighs until he has your trembling legs pushed up against your chest. This new position makes him fuck you deeper, and by now you’re babbling under him, head thrown back and incomprehensible moans on your lips.

“Fucking love your cock!” You moan as he continues to hit the spongy spot inside you.

Your thighs are quivering from how hard he’s fucking you, but you love it. All you can focus on his how the cook in your stomach is on the verge of snapping.

Wonwoo groans at the feeling of your slick walls clamping down on his cock. He pulls back a bit, watching in awe as the base of his cock gets coated in a thin white ring of cream. A broken moan tears from his throat as his cock starts to twitch and throb inside you. “Gonna come for me, baby?”

All you can do is nod stupidly as he lets out another groan from how tightly your pussy is. “Good girl.”

It only takes one more snap of Wonwoo’s hips for you to come undone and coat his cock with your cream. He moans along with you, hips still thrusting to fuck you through your orgasm.

Your glassy eyes stare up at him in your afterglow and you wonder if it’s the mind numbing orgasm singing through your veins or if Wonwoo has always looked so ethereal.

“Fuck, kitten. All this for me? How cute.”

You can only whine pathetically when you realize Wonwoo is talking about the wet squelch that’s filling his office when his cock slams in your pussy. A string of broken whimpers tumble past your lips at how he’s pounding into your overstimulated cunt.

“So fucking tight, baby.” He breathes out heavily.

From his sloppy thrusts, you can tell me close. It makes you grin and purposely clench down on him. “Fill me up, professor.”

He thinks you’re kidding until you push away the hands that are still holding on to your legs. You stealthily wrap them around his waist so he won’t pull out. Wonwoo moans, unable to hold back his orgasm. You both moan as he dumps his cum into you, his hot seed filling you to the brim.

He slowly lets you go, and just as you think you’re done. Wonwoo flips you over so you’re on your stomach and bent over his desk. He groans at the sight of his cum leaking out of your cute little pussy.

You lay pliant and silent as Wonwoo folds your skirt up, his big hands kneading the globes of your ass in a gentle circle. Being the inpatient brat that you are, you wiggle your hips back until you bump against his damp cock. Wonwoo lets you rut your ass against his crotch for friction until he stills your hips with a click of his tongue. “So impatient, baby.”

“Only for you, babe.”

Wonwoo groans and spreads one ass cheek to the side and exposing your messy cunt to the air. You’re so pretty and wet for him, hole fluttering and glossy with your mixed release.

“Want me to fill your tight little cunt again?” Wonwoo asks patronizingly as he nudges the head of his cock between your wet folds.

You smirk against the cool wood of his desk. “Don’t act like you’re not dying to.”

Wonwoo can’t be angry when you arch your ass further against him in invitation. Not when he knows your words are true. Also, he finds it increasingly difficult to refuse you. His fingers curl around your waist and your body down his desk until he impales your little pussy on his cock. The stretch is painstakingly slow, forcing you to feel every inch, ridge,and vein dragging along your walls.

“Oh!” You moan wantonly. “Fuck me.”

“Look how well you take me. If only you would’ve kept your attention on me, I would’ve been nicer.”

You can’t tell if he’s mocking you or not, but you don’t fucking care. His big cock feels too good that it’s all you can think about.

Wonwoo groans in approval, watching the way your pussy expands as he draws back. He’s obsessed with the way your cunt sucks him in nice and tight as he plunges back into you. Being the insatiable little brat that you are. You start you bounce yourself back on his cock.

“Kitten.” He says through a strained moan. “What did I tell you—?”

His reprimand is cut off with a sharp grunt, his hips stuttering while you tremble and frantically fuck your cunt on his cock at a quick pace, the pleasure coiling in your lower belly faster than before. He smirks and decides to match your pace until you can’t take it anymore.

“So wet and perfect for me.”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as Wonwoo start to slam into your spot at a brutal pace. The loud squelching from your pussy and your moans is all you can hear. It’s almost a miracle that no one has come to his office from all the noise you’re making.

“But I think.” Wonwoo grunts as the tip of his cock ventured deep into your cunt, intoxicating him with your tightness. “My bratty princess still needs to be taught a lesson.”

His deeps voice makes you shudder, and when you sink your nails into the hard woods, you feel large palms cover your smaller hands. Wonwoo links your fingers together before he starts pounding into you once again. He groans at the feeling of your hot cunt clenching down on him. So perfect and tight.

He fucks into you roughly until you’re wrapped around him so tightly that he can barely move. Wonwoo can tell that he’s fucked you stupid because all you can do is whine and moan about how big he is. It’s nonsensical babbling that doesn’t really make sense, but he loves every bit of it. All it takes is for you to cream on his cock for his own orgasm to hit. Your spasming walls make him thrust deeply into you, fucking his cum back into your walls relentlessly.

Once he can’t handle the overstimulation he gently pulls out of your sensitive cunt. You mewl softly, and Wonwoo feels like his heart is on the verge of exploding. He gently rubs his thumbs against the back of your hands before pressing a sweet kiss to the side of your head.

“Come on, baby.” He says gently as pulls you up from his desk. “Let’s get you home.”

You’re not sure when you fall into an almost domestic routine with Wonwoo, but you’re too busy enjoying the bliss of fucking him to care. A giddy feeling blooms in your chest when you’re leaving your part-time job for the night and see your professor's sleek black car waiting for you. No matter how many times he’s waited for you, the warm feeling never dulls.

Within minutes of getting into his car, your back is brushing up against the steering wheel as you sit on Wonwoo’s lap. By now you’ve taken off your jeans and are only wearing an oversized sweatshirt that originally belonged to him. Of course, you’re also wearing the pair of lacy panties that he bought for you a while back.

“Fuck, kitten.” Wonwoo licks his lips as he lifts the material covering your clothed cunt. His cock twitches when he sees that the fabric is wet. “Did you know I was coming?”

The grin you give him makes him want to ruin you. “I was hoping you would.”

You’re so needy, but he loves it. And now he’s going to ruin you all over again.

Wonwoo loves the pretty little sounds you let out as you start to grind into his clothed cock. “You’re acting so needy. Does that mean you’re gonna behave tonight?”

You give him an impish grin and shake your head. It would be a cold day in hell if you were ever to be pliant for him. Wonwoo growls lowly, and before you know it, he’s pulling out his cock and dragging you up and down the length of it. “You feel that? It’s all for you, baby.”

Being the impatient brat that you are, you don’t wait for him to give you permission to sink down on to his cock and start bouncing on it. Your fingers dig into his shoulders, desperately holding on to him as if he could disappear right in front of you. His fat cock is stretching you out so much, and no matter how many times you’ve fucked already, you’re still not used to it.

“Fuck, baby. You feel so good. So tight.”

You let out a loud whine when Wonwoo starts to thrust up into you. All you can do is moan his name as your pussy spasms and clenched down on him as he grips your ass to help you fuck his cock.

“So fucking good.” You mewl as the tip of his cock hits your g-spot with every thrust.

The sound of skin slapping fills the car and all you can think about is how good you feel. It doesn’t matter that your arousal is leaking down to his balls and staining his pants. Your hot cunt feels too good. Wonwoo moves his hand down to toy with your clit, thumb pressing into it a bit as he starts rhythmically rubbing it with his thrusts.

Wanton moans spill from your mouth as you feel your orgasm approaching. Your fingers claw at his chest as you finally come, feeling the coil in your lower abdomen finally snap. With a few more sloppy thrusts, he goes as deep as he can before finally releasing his load into you.

As usual, Wonwoo keeps fucking into your wet walls, eager to fuck his cum back inside you. Your mixed release seeps down to the driver seat, but that’s the least of Wonwoo’s worries. He pounds into you harder, your cunt practically swollen now by how hard he’s fucking into you.

Finally, he slows his movement before completely stopping. He makes no move to detach from you.

“Will you spend the night with me?”

He asks so shyly and cutely that you can’t deny him. It’s not like you were going to anyway.

“When am I gonna get fucked on cam?” You read the chat with a giggle.

“I don’t know.” You said as you smirk at the man behind the camera. “Whenever my boyfriend stops being so camera shy.”

Wonwoo bites his lip, smirking as you took off your bra. If it’s something you wanted, if course he would do it.

Because you’re his favorite.

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[16:23 PM] — vernon .

306 words, fluff, childhood friends to ??

"I think we should get married."

Your best friend, lounging around on your bed, flinches so hard that his phone slips from his hand and hits him in the face. "Ow. Uh, what? Like, right now?"

“No, silly," you say, rolling your eyes. "I mean when we're older. We should marry each other."

Hansol sits up, frowning. "Why do you want us to get married?"

"Just because," you say, shrugging. "I wouldn't mind marrying you. If we don't get married by, I dunno, 27, then why don't we marry each other?"

Hansol tilts his head. "I dunno, Y/N. I think you should marry someone you love, rather than someone you 'don't mind'. Marriage is kind of a big commitment, you know?"

"Yeah, I know," you say, spinning around and around in your desk chair, "but I can't think of anyone else I'd like to make the commitment with."

"Yet," Hansol adds, and you shrug in acknowledgement.

"Sure. Yet. And if that 'yet' never comes, for me or for you, then we can marry each other. Right?"

You watch your best friend mull over your words, eyelashes fluttering thoughtfully before he nods and then turns back to his phone. "Okay."

"Wait." You blink. "Just like that? You're fine with it?"

Hansol shrugs, tapping away at his game once more. "If you wanna, then yeah. I wouldn't mind marrying you."

He looks up at you, eyes caramel gold in the light streaming through your bedroom windows, the corners of his mouth lifting upwards slightly.

"But really, I'd love you to marry me, not because of tax benefits or anything, but because—"

Hansol pauses there, and you slow down the spinning of your chair, bringing your ankles upwards to cross your legs. "Because what?"

He hesitates again, before smiling once more, soft and pink. "Because you love me."

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The Seamstress & The Sailor - Chapter Eighteen

Tom Bennett x OFC

[Masterlist]

Warnings: Minor smuttiness (smutty thoughts? is that a warning?)

Word Count: 3.9K

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Every now and then, Tom kicked the football beyond the reach of Mrs Mason’s children and their friends. Watching as they hurried up the street after it, calling and laughing, Tom took a minute’s pause to admire the two women sat in the doorway of his father’s house.

His sister, Lois, sat in the sun on a chair that Vernon had brought out from the kitchen. The dark hair she inherited from their mother was pulled back away from her face and the glow of new-motherhood shone about her bonny cheeks. Vernon stood stoically behind her, laughing freely if a little awkwardly; he had been raised by private schools and the air force. Hovering on doorsteps with babies as the world and their wife cooed over the little one was as far away from the world he knew as could be. Still, he was a damn sight better than Harry, with his brooding and joyless honour. Both Lois and Vernon’s faces were turned towards the woman on the doorstep, and the little bundle she cradled in her lap.

Bess’s hair, darker now that the summer sun had faded, was loose and uncurled, a simple scarf keeping the bulk of it away from the baby. A few strands fell forward from her shoulders, and Tom chuckled as a fat little hand reached up from its blanket to grasp at it. Whatever Bess was babbling to his niece, Tom didn’t know, but Lois and Vernon chortled. She seemed not to notice, completely caught up in the little life she had helped bring into the world. Her pale fingers curled around the little one’s, and Tom found himself momentarily jealous as she ran her thumb across the little knuckles.

A strange stillness came over him then, quite different to that which he had experienced since coming home to Bess. Where his arrival into Bess’ arms felt at once electric and sure, this new-found contentedness seemed to well deep from the spot between his naval and his heart. He tried to trace the feeling, watching Bess play with his niece and mulling over how it could feel old and new at the same time. The first signs of an answer dawned on him and he felt a brief swell of mortification, as though he had failed at a basic sum, when something else entirely hit his chest.

“You little tyke!” Jan hurried away from Tom, shrieking with glee and muttering apologies about sending the football flying into the man. Tom caught up to the little boy with ease and heaved him off the ground. Tucking him under one arm, Tom darted between Mrs Mason’s children as they ran after him, their game of football now a rugby match with Jan as the ball.

“Mam used to say that girls become women, and boys become bigger boys,” Lois said to Bess as they both watched Tom deposit Jan by Mrs Chase and run away in mock celebration.

“She’s not wrong,”

“But we wouldn’t change them, would we?” Lois nudged Bess’ shoulder with her foot.

“That we wouldn’t.” Bess tore her eyes away from Tom and back to the babe in her arms. It was at this moment that Fergal shouted from across the street.

“Tom! Vernon! Give us a hand!” Along with Douglas and Roger, Bess’ father strained to push the old upright out onto the street. Bess handed baby Bennett back to her mother and took out a packet of cigarettes from the pocket of her slacks. She offered one to Cora, who had joined from across the road, but she declined and the three of them watched as Tom, Roger and Vernon helped their fathers with the piano.

“The state of you three,” Dot said as she appeared at Cora’s side. “I’ve never known three such headstrong women forget their principles the moment a fella flexes his muscles.”

“You will one day, Dot.” said Cora distractedly.

“If you keep your mouth shut,” added Bess and Dot gave her a shove. Bess smiled at her sister then, with cigarette jauntily perched at the edge of her mouth, made her way to the piano. She patted Douglas on the back with a whispered thank you, and kissed her father on the cheek. All but one man dispersed as she sat at the stool and began to play the first few notes of In a Mellow Tone.

Tom perched next to her and watched Bess’ fingers skitter over the keys a moment before whispering in her ear. “Are you ok?”

She nodded, eyes focused on her fingers as they navigated the particularly hard movement of the pre-chorus. “Don’t worry about me, go and have fun” she whispered, before adding with a shout as he made to leave. “And save me a slice of cake.”

“I’ll save two,” Tom kissed her cheek quickly and made his lazy way towards his father, who stood chatting to Robina Chase.

The Vaughns were determined that today should be a happy one. If their mother were here, it’s what she would have done. The day would have been Albie’s 22nd birthday. In life he was bright, kind and mischievous. The sort to sweep all the ladies into a dance, regardless of their age, play with the children and charm the gentlemen. In death, why should they remember him by just their sadness? No, instead there would be bread and cheese, and a homemade cake, the inhabitants of the street sharing their ration books to make the day a happy one.

“Have a dance, Mrs Chase?” Bess watched from the piano as Tom held out his hand with a wry smile. The austere woman stuttered a little and looked to Douglas for help, but he simply smiled. “I won’t take no for an answer, Mrs.” Robina took him in, the curved lips, the sweep of dirty blond hair and the cocksure confidence that oozed from every pore. Somewhere, in the boyish youth of his face, she could make out Douglas. When Tom held his hand a little closer, his smile growing to dimple his cheeks, Mrs Chase relented.

“If there’s one thing I’ve learnt about the Bennetts, it’s that they’re nothing if stubborn. Each and every one of you.”

“Aye, and my old man’s the worst so you best watch yourself.” Before Robina could retort, Tom took her in his arms and gently waltzed her around the street, between the other couples of Cora and Roger, Jude, Hattie and their farmers, even Queenie and Frank. Vernon had left Lois, while she fed the baby, to twirl around one of Mrs Mason’s little girls as she stood on his toes. Bess watched them over the lid of the piano with barely supressed happiness. Everyone she loved, and was growing to love, assembled in one place and one piece to help them through the day. Tom swayed with Mrs Chase near the piano and Bess spoke through and exhale of smoke.

“He’s not bad, is he, Mrs Chase?”

“I’ll tell you, Mrs Chase,” Tom spoke to her instead of Bess. “It’s nice getting to lead for once. You know what these Longsight lasses are like.” A charmed laugh, not dissimilar to a startled sparrow, escaped Robina’s lips and Tom winked at Bess over her shoulder. She watched him admiringly through her dark lashes and Tom drew his bottom lip between his teeth. Oh, the things that crossed his mind when she looked at him like that.

By four o’clock, only stragglers were left at the little street party. Mrs Mason’s children had long since vanished inside, exhausted from keeping up with Tom and Jan, who was saying his goodbyes as Mrs Chase attempted to hurry him into the car. Cora appeared from the house with a slice of cake wrapped in tissue for the little boy, and a box of Albie’s old toys. Hattie and Jude were dragging their fellas away, off to meet Roberta for dinner before they all went to the Palais, whispering crude suggestions in Bess’ ear about her new relationship with Tom. He stood with his father and Douglas, a bottle of ale in each of their hands, as Frank Smith made his goodbyes. Queenie Warren held onto his arm, giggling girlishly and no doubt thrilled at her position between the two men. Bess watched as she placed a manicured hand on Tom’s bicep and, as she laughed at something he said, he placed his hands into the pockets of his slacks. Bess smiled to herself and made her way to the group. Sensing Bess nearby, Tom turned towards her. Frank, expecting Bess’ derision and, fearful of the woman she had become, began pulling Queenie but she wrestled from his grip and tottered to Bess.

“Earlier on, I could just hear your Albie laughing at Tom dancing with Mrs Chase.”

Bess laughed as Queenie took her by the hand. “I can hear what he would have said and all,”

“You’re in, Bennett.” Bess, Queenie and Tom said in unison. Douglas laughed, as did Fergal through a stifled sniffle.

“Ta-ra, Bess,” Queenie kissed her on the cheek. “Tom.” Tom placed his arm around Bess and watched as Frank led Queenie away. When the couple rounded the corner, Tom snaked his arms around Bess waist and brought her to him. She gripped Tom’s arms in surprise and a deep blush crept across her nose and cheeks. Tom leant forward, but before his lips could meet hers, Bess whispered in his ear.

“I still feel like we should sneak into the kitchen.”

Tom laughed and pulled back to look at her, arms still steadfastly holding her to him. “So you want to hide me now, hm?” Bess pecked the corner of his mouth, if only to wipe away the growing smirk that lingered there.

“You admit it then?”

“I just wanted you for myself,”

“Mm,” Bess relented, smiling into Tom’s mouth as he kissed her at last. Her arms made to move around his neck as he pulled her somehow closer and she sighed.

“Use your arms for something useful, boy, and help us get the upright inside.” Bess leapt back from Tom at her father’s harsh voice. “I can take back my permission you know.” Fergal stood from his chair and placed the empty ale bottle in Bess’ hands.

“Sorry, dadda.” She said meekly.

“Sorry, Fergal,” Tom said, though his boyish grin remained as he looked at his father. Much to Bess’ surprise, Douglas returned it with an amused smile of his own. Fergal clapped Tom on the back and the pair of them walked to the upright, Vernon and Roger already there and Douglas ambling towards them. Cora and Dot hurried from the front door as the men pushed the upright toward it and came to stand with Bess as she eyed the men, making sure they didn’t scratch Aunt Ida’s piano.

“Mrs Flaherty gave me a bottle of port to take to Mam,” Cora produced it from the pocket of her apron.

“And Mrs Mason’s little girl gave me these,” Dot held up a ragtag poesy of daisies and dandelions. Bess laughed as Dot raised her eyebrows at the flowers.

“I have ribbon left from Mrs Chase’s last order, in powder blue.”

“Mam’s favourite,” Dot sighed and Cora wrapped her arm around her.

“Will Tom come?” Cora said matter-of-factly. “Roger is.”

“I hadn’t ask-”

“He could see his mam too then,” Dot followed Bess’ eyes as she watched Tom push the piano from behind as the others guided it through the door.

“Come on, Bess. Tell him to come along. The Bennetts have always been family, it’s just official now.”

Bess nodded in surrender and crossed the pavement in a rouse to watch over the beloved piano, but in reality to speak with Tom. Pushing the upright over the threshold, he wiped his forehead and Bess took his hand, heart momentarily stopping as he looked at her with his sweat-coated brow and heaving chest.

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The graveyard, despite being in the centre of the town, was overgrown with grasses, climbing clematis and the last of the summer’s foxgloves. In the haze of the evening, insects scattered their wayward dances above the tombstones and Father Michael moved amongst the sleeping dead, removing dead flowers from the graves. He nodded to the approaching family and made his way towards the rectory. Led by Fergal, the Vaughns walked to the centre of graveyard. A tombstone, visibly younger than its friends, stood beneath an old yew tree.

Etta Frances Vaughn

Beloved wife of Fergal

Devoted mother to Cora, Elizabeth, Albert and Dorothy.

Ar scáth a chéile a mhaireann na daoine

A small, carved stone sat beneath it.

Albert Colm Vaughn

Their glory shall not be blotted out

Each of Etta’s daughters placed their gifts at her tombstone. Dot sat on the luscious grass that held Etta in its embrace and arranged the Mason’s flowers. Fergal popped the top off the bottle of port and took a swig before passing it around the gathered party. When it reached Bess, she drank from it deeply and handed it to Tom.

“What does that mean?” he whispered, indicating the writing on the grave and passing the port to Roger.

“‘In the shelter of each other, people survive.’ Mam through and through.”

It was true. Tom looked around at the family. Even with Albie gone, each of them shone in each other’s company, loyally defending and raising each other up. Even Roger, with his kind face and stoic heart, holding Cora as she began to cry, seemed to fit in. Tom watched as Fergal bent double with grief as Bess rubbed his back, keeping her own grief at bay to allow space for her father’s. The familiar feeling from earlier in the day took hold behind his naval and, swallowing thickly, he made his quiet way from them and towards the church. Father Michael opened the door of the rectory and saw Tom hovering by the church door.

“Hello Tom,” Tom merely nodded, his eyes cast down at the stone a few paces ahead of him. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you here.”

“There’s a war on.” Tom said flatly. Father Michael considered him before continuing.

“Years, I’d say.”

Tom looked up at that, somewhat annoyed. “Well Father, I don’t know if I believe in anything these days. War, Him,” he pointed towards the sky.

“I don’t know, Tom,” Father Michael unlatched the oak door of the church and before moving into the cool dark said, “I think there’s something for everyone to believe in.”

The church door shut behind the priest and Tom waited a minute before speaking. “Priests are nosey bastards, aren’t they?” He looked down at the stone, as though expecting it to reply. He sighed and brushed some leaves from its top.

In loving memory of Mary “Marie” Bennett

Wife to Douglas

Mother to Lois and Thomas

In the Lord’s house for evermore

“How are you doing? I could almost hear you and Etta tutting at me from beyond the grave. Well, what do you expect? You’d say dad’s a lonely soul and could do with God, but once you were gone he stopped taking us to church. The Vaughn girls only go because it makes them feel close to their mam.”

Tom looked over his shoulder. The Vaughns were still gathered around Etta’s grave, Bess stood separately, stroking the bark of the yew.

“I’m glad you have a friend now, wherever you are. Dad and Fergal still keep each other company, I think they sit there pretending you’re both at their side. Somehow, the family is growing. I’m an uncle now, though I’m sure Lois has already been down to see you. She wants to name the baby after you. Dad’s worried she might take after us three and not him. He could do with someone on his side.” He laughed sadly. How often Douglas had compared Tom to his mother. He wondered if it made him happy, to see his wife in the eyes of his son.

“Whether Etta has told you, Lois, or you’re watching over me, I’m sure you already know about Bess, too. What do you think? God mam, I wish you were here. Since I went away, I’ve had this feeling right here,” he placed a hand beneath his heart. “It hurts so much, worse than when they shot me, but I can’t help but enjoy it. I know you’re laughing at me now, because we both know what’s causing it, but I wanted to tell you all the same. I want you to tell me what it is, to tell me that I’m right. Christ,” He hadn’t spoken to his mum for years. A twig snapped behind him and he looked round. Bess stood a few metres away, gazing softly at him, not intruding but making sure he wasn’t alone just like she had done all those years ago when she spotted him here before.

“I miss you, mam.” He held his hand on the stone above where she lay and closed his eyes. If he tried hard enough, he could smell her perfume and the shampoo she used. “Speak soon,” Tom trailed his way through the thick grass towards Bess. She wrapped her hand tightly around his and brought it to her lips. Her family were already passing through the graveyard gates, and Tom realised that she had given him time to spend with his mother. Walking alongside her, Tom watched the hue of her hair catch fire in the setting sun and his stomach flipped.

“Tom?” Bess looked up at him, her eyebrows a hard line, lips slightly parted in a smile and he realised he had been caught staring at her. When he said nothing but raised a quizzical eyebrow, she laughed. “Dancing at the Palais. Tonight. The girls are going and now Dot wants in.”

“And I suppose you do to?” he swung her hand in his.

“Well, you’re all warmed up after your dance with Mrs Chase. Please?”

“Fine,” he sighed dramatically but smiled. Bess kissed his hand once again and led him slowly after her family. They ambled the short mile back to Longsight, laughing gaily despite the melancholy of the day. At some point not far from home, conversation turned to the dance at the Palais, Dot complaining that she was without a permanent partner.

“Don’t you worry Dot, I’ve got a fella for you.” Tom laughed as she whinged to her father.

“Is he handsome?”

“Let me keep you at my side a little while longer,” Fergal patted Dot’s hand. “Bess and Cora will be gone soon.” He looked pointedly between Tom and Roger, and the two young men grinned.

“I’d say so, Dot. Norman’s his name.” Tom stopped abruptly, causing Bess to stumble at his side. “Norman! That’s who sent the letter!”

“What letter?” Cora and Dot said simultaneously.

“Nothing,” Bess and Tom’s answer was quick. Cora eyed them suspiciously but Dot seemed not to notice, skipping ahead of the group to unlatch the ginnel gate for Fergal and going with him into their house. Cora and Roger followed arm in arm and when Cora’s navy skirt fluttered through the gate, Tom pushed Bess against the brick wall. She laughed as his hand pulled at the collar of her jumper and began to pepper hot kisses to her neck.

“What’s come over you, Mr Bennett?”

“The dance,” he placed his leg between her and widened her legs. “Thinking about you all dolled up,” Bess sighed when his teeth grazed the junction between her jaw and ear. “The men watching you and knowing you’re mine.”

“It’s the girls that’ll have to watch themselves,” Bess fisted Tom’s shirt and pulled him closer, grinding her hips scandalously against his leg. “Now I’ve got you, I’m not sharing you.”

A sentence like that from Bess’ lips would have sent blood rushing to his cock, but today, that cavity behind his naval twisted once more. Tom scrunched his nose, inhaled sharply and looked down at her. Her eyebrows were pulled together in calm curiosity, stating “I know something happened there, but I won’t push you to tell me”. Free from makeup, Tom could see every blemish on her face, from the scar she got on her sixth birthday jumping off a swing convinced she could fly, to the mottled pink of her cheeks from their kissing. Through her lashes, her brown eyes looked up at him with grace and openness, and his body hummed beneath her knowing gaze. The feeling in his stomach tugged him towards her and, if he had been a sentimental man, he could have sworn the scent of his mother’s perfume blew through the ginnel, urging his courage. He pressed his forehead to Bess’ own and closed his eyes.

“Bess?” His voice was a whisper.

“Mm?” Her own eyes fluttered shut and her lips quirked into a contented smile. Tom inhaled again and all around him, the world was Bess.

“I love you.”

The air stilled. The war was worlds away. They might not have been standing in the back alley of a Manchester suburb, but on the moon. When Bess opened her eyes, her heart hammering tenfold beneath her breast, she saw Tom’s icy blue ones wide-eyed and fearful staring back at her. Had he ever told anyone he loved them before? Smiling wide, Bess placed a hand to his chiselled jaw, caressing the skin there.

“I’ve always loved you, Tom.”

Tom watched as Bess’ eyes glazed with tears, and the nerves tumbling about his stomach fizzled away, replaced by sparks of electricity. Something of the smug sailor roared into life at her words, and he smirked.

“Hard not to-”

Bess tutted and tried to smack him but he was too fast, cupping her neck with large hands and bringing her into a heady kiss. “Wear that red dress tonight,” he whispered as her tongue languidly brushed against his lips. “I need some fuel to take back aboard-”

Bess tugged at his hair and he moaned. “Tom Bennett, you scoundrel.”

He broke their kiss. “And tell your family you’ll be back at the flat tonight.”

“Is that so?”

With a smack to her bottom and a wink over his shoulder, Tom swaggered down the ginnel. “You’ll need your energy tonight, my love. Not just for the dancing.”

Note: So. That was the last chapter of Volume One! With the BBC showing World on Fire in the summer (I think July), it won’t be too long until we’re back with Tom and Bess again. Expect them to go back to their snarky, sassy selves, just this time they’ll be doing it side by side!

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thepixelelf · 2 years

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and the universe said,

04 “it won't make sense”

genres/tags: soulmate au, idol au, comedy, romance, dumbassery relationship(s): ot13 x reader chapter warnings: 18+. language, conversation about sex note: reminder that I don't know these guys <3 I'm just writing characters <3

When soulmates are suddenly thrust upon the world, you are one in a million who wishes they weren’t – and that’s before you meet the person (people?!) making your life much harder than it needs to be. And before someone asks you to sign an NDA.

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The oven on the ninth floor of complex 8, in the apartment belonging to two humans whose names were starting to become familiar, was not always an oven. Some years ago, it was sixteen million stars.

It knows the humans who will come through the door one by one, some with mussed hair and bloated cheeks, some with eyes that shine with their own stars, all linked together, are in trouble. It knows that the human in front of it, whose name it almost recalls, who has used it many times, is giving much more work into something than he will receive in return for some time.

The oven tries to warn him. The universe, which the oven knows well, does not make mistakes. However, the universe presides over pain just the same as it does over love, and the oven, which was once sixteen million stars, beeps to warn him as such.

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"Your timer's up," Wonwoo informs, though Mingyu can hear it just as well as he can.

Mingyu just frowns, confusion writing itself on his features as he pauses rinsing the vegetables in the sink to look at the oven. "I didn't set a timer though…"

Wonwoo shrugs. "Must be broken."

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[vernon] anyone who wants free food come to mingyu and wonwoos apt

[wonwoo] please [wonwoo] the fridge is so full

[mingyu] it’s not for you heathens!!

[wonwoo] I can’t even sit at the table to eat anymore there’s so much food

[soonyoung] free food 👀

[chan] on my way

[junhui] 🏃‍♂️💨

[myungho] i’ll come too [myungho] mingyu’s food is always good

[mingyu] thank you! [mingyu] it’s still not for you tho!!!

[vernon] mingyu somethings burning

[mingyu] OHG FUV

Eyes only half open, Seungcheol holds his phone over his face while he blinks himself awake. It’s one of those days where he can actually sleep in for once, and maybe he could use the rest — he hasn’t been sleeping too peacefully since this whole mystery soulmate idea sprouted up — but he mulls over the texts, the last one sent only nine minutes ago. Burned free food is still free food.

He opens Wonwoo and Mingyu’s apartment door to be blasted with a maelstrom of scents, savory and sweet, and he doesn’t even acknowledge the others while he finds himself a pair of chopsticks and picks up a piece of pork from an ornately dressed dish.

Mingyu smacks his hand, which doesn’t make him drop anything because when it comes to food, Seungcheol is no pushover, but he does pause and give Mingyu a questioning, dirty look. He opens his mouth to ask what Mingyu’s problem is — there are dishes covering every inch of the kitchen island, enough to feed a small army or maybe half the group — but Chan cuts in and says, “You look like a zombie.”

And then he’s the one on the receiving end of Seungcheol’s death glare.

Seungcheol realizes then that the rest of the guys in the apartment are just sitting or standing around, no utensils in hand and no servings of any of the various dishes in front of them. Mingyu pries the chopsticks out of Seungcheol’s hand while he observes the room, then returns to the stove to cook more food that apparently isn’t for eating. Wonwoo stands on the opposite end of the kitchen, leaning against a wall with an unimpressed nonchalance as he watches Mingyu flit around between burners and cutting boards. Soonyoung and Vernon are sitting together at the island, looking at something on Soonyoung’s phone and discussing whatever that is. Minghao, Jun, and Chan sit at the table, which is just as piled with food. None of them touch it, though.

Turning back to Mingyu, Seungcheol has to ask, “What is happening right now?”

“Cooking for my soulmate,” Mingyu answers. Like it’s that simple.

“Oh, okay.” Then he blinks. “Wait, what?”

Mingyu’s eyes and hands don’t stray from his current task. He simply repeats himself like Seungcheol didn’t hear him. “I’m cooking for my soulmate.”

Seungcheol did hear him the first time, though. It’s just that what he said made absolutely no sense. “You don’t… We don’t— You haven’t even met them.”

“Only a matter of time,” Mingyu says with a shrug while he tosses some sliced mushrooms in a pot.

Seungcheol looks around, a desperate plea to find out if he’s the only sane one in the room, but Soonyoung and Vernon’s eyes are glued to that phone, and the guys at the table avoid Seungcheol’s exasperation, Chan curling his lips between his teeth before he turns to stare into some corner. Wonwoo is the only one who meets his eyes.

“I’ve been trying to tell him,” he says, nudging his glasses up his face.

“Hyung,” Vernon chimes in, looking over at Mingyu. “What if the food goes bad before they can eat it?”

For the first time, Mingyu pauses, like the thought just now reached his brain and he needs a second to process it. His brow furrows, and he frowns, eyes roaming over all the food he’s left on every flat surface in the kitchen and dining area. “Practice…” he mutters. “It’s practice, then. Gotta make sure it’s perfect for them.”

Chan perks up. “We can be your taste testers. Y’know, to make sure it’s perfect.”

“Once you meet them, you should make fresh food,” Jun adds.

Mingyu nods along, eyes widening, and he hurriedly gestures his hands towards the food.

The boys dig in.

Partway through his second bowl, Seungcheol has half the mind to think he should save some food for the vocal unit, who can’t indulge in Mingyu’s cooking because they’re at that radio show thing. There’s more than enough for them to eat for lunch. His eyes roam the table, wondering which dishes would be best for reheating when he hears, “Do you think our soulmate will be more into silver, or gold?”

Seungcheol looks over at Chan, who has a spoon in one hand, mindlessly lifting food to his mouth, and his phone in the other as he scrolls through it. “These gold ones are so pretty,” Chan mutters to himself. “But silver is more classy…”

Mouth dropping slightly, Seungcheol gapes at Chan. “You’re not— you’re not buying a ring, are you?”

Chan snorts, a chuckle rumbling from his throat as he shares a cheeky glance with Jun across the table. “Obviously not.”

Seungcheol hadn’t even realized he’d tensed up, but he lets himself relax with an exhale. Okay. Good. Maybe he was just overthinking—

“I don’t know their ring size yet,” Chan shoots down Seungcheol’s hopes like they never stood a chance in the first place. “I’m just browsing designs.”

Lost, Seungcheol can only stammer. “You— They— It’s not…”

Vernon stands from his seat to walk over to Chan and puts one hand on the table so he can lean over his shoulder. He points at something on Chan’s phone. “I like that one.”

“Right?” Chan looks up at Vernon. “For a second I was like, hm, but the more I look at it, the more I like it. Ooh, wait, look at this one…”

Maybe Seungcheol should get his ears and eyes checked, or comb through the food to see if there are any shrooms in it, because, surely, this is a hallucination. Once again, he looks at the other members for any sign of intelligent life, but Jun seems to be listening intently to Chan’s opinions on teardrop-cut gems, and while Minghao isn’t actively participating in the conversation yet, he avoids Seungcheol’s cry-for-help eyes anyway. Soonyoung and Mingyu completely ignore him, Soonyoung still engrossed with his phone and Mingyu with his cooking. And the killing blow, Wonwoo’s got his airpods in, watching some gaming stream while he eats and effectively dead to the rest of the world.

“I read that soulmates share a lot of similar tastes, regardless of differences in personality,” Minghao tells Chan, who looks up and nods at the new, helpful information.

He tilts his head after a second, though. “But there are thirteen of us…”

Jun holds his hands open in front of his face. “They only have ten fingers,” he mumbles under his breath. With a determined huff, he crosses his arms and leans forward on the table, fixing Chan with a serious look. “I wanna choose the ring.”

“Guys…” Seungcheol tries to say, but he can’t think of what words to follow up with.

“I saw somewhere that the pull is strengthened by touch,” Vernon says, unhelpful to Seungcheol’s silent cause.

Minghao frowns up at him. “I thought it soothed the pull?”

“Either way—” Mingyu calls over from the kitchen, stirring something in a pan. “I bet their hugs are the best.”

More than a few hopeful smiles appear at that.

Soonyoung finally sits up straighter and lowers his phone to the countertop. “I heard the sex is like—” He brings both hands up to his temples in fists, then mimics the sound of an explosion low in his throat and flexes his fingers out.

There’s the slightest hint of pink starting to blush on Chan’s cheeks, but his eyes glimmer as he goes, “Really?”

Soonyoung smiles wide and nods. “Some guy said it was like he took six different aphrodisiacs at once.”

“Whoa…” Vernon breathes out.

“I know, right!” Soonyoung is admittedly as playful and cheery as he usually is, just for reasons Seungcheol can’t quite wrap his head around. “I bet—” He gasps, loudly, mouth wide open as he covers it with a dramatic hand. “Oh my god. What if I cum early?? What if I cum so hard I die?!”

The cringe that takes over Seungcheol is so strong that he grimaces with his whole face and drops his chopsticks. His appetite just pulled a Houdini. “What the fuck, Soonyoung. The last thing I wanna hear while I'm eating is anything about your…” He can’t even say it.

Minghao, at least, seems to hold the same opinion, scrunching his nose and slowly pushing his plate away from him. Worryingly though, Chan seems to furrow his eyebrows, staring at a point in front of him while he considers his own — eugh — stamina.

“Look, guys.” Seungcheol figures he should set things straight. “We’re under clear instructions to not even look for this person—”

“Soulmate,” Jun corrects.

“Sure, whatever. We’re not supposed to search for them. Plus, these marks are vague as hell. They barely ever sing and when they do, it doesn’t even give us any useful information on them anyhow.” Seungcheol doesn’t let himself be swayed by the discouraged faces his words cause. “The company told us not to look for them, and the odds of them randomly running into us is low enough that you—” He looks at Chan. “—should absolutely not be ring shopping, and this idiot—” He points over at Mingyu. “—shouldn’t be wasting food on someone who isn’t here to eat it. And we should all calm down because, seriously, do you guys all believe one hundred percent that this whole soulmate thing is real?”

His final word plunges the apartment into silence, everyone except Wonwoo (who's still engrossed in his nerd shit) staring at Seungcheol with blank expressions. For a good few seconds, no one says anything, but then Minghao turns away from Seungcheol and twists a bit to face Chan. He speaks quietly, a clear exclusion effect to the newfound outsider Seungcheol is starting to feel like.

“I want a say on the ring, too.”

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xhmeusworld · 3 months

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one hit (to the body) | vernon chwe

genre: non idol! vernon, angst, fluff, transgender reader (ftm)

pairings: vernon chwe x transgender reader (ftm)

warnings: injury

word count: 1k

note: okay, i started writing with the intent to always write gender neutral imagines; however, i believe representation is critical. as a trans person myself, more works surrounding trans people was always something i was looking for and hopefully by posting this, i’m helping someone get comfort from the fact that they are not alone and that they are being seen within this world. they are not being erased or overlooked. they are real and deserve a better world. that being said, my messages are always open

everything was spinning as you lowered yourself down on the bench. your legs felt like jelly and your ribs burnt like fire. your face was coated with a fine layer of sweat and you had to resist the urge to rest your cheek against the cold metal bench. the nausea in your stomach made it hard to focus. you didn’t even notice that someone had yanked your baseball helmet off until a stream of cold water met your head, drenching your unruly hair and running under the collar of your black and red jersey.

“are you sure you’re okay, y/n?” your teammate, vernon, asked, raking his hand through the young boy’s wet hair in an attempt to get it out of his face. “you look like you’re overheating.”

if it was a normal day, you would be mentally freaking out over the fact that the boy who you had a crush on since seventh grade year was running his hands through your hair, but your brain felt too much like mush in your head.

your eyes squinted up at vernon and breathing through the pain your ribs, you spoke. “i’m fine.”

“you don’t look fine to me, y/n,” coach countered, jogging up to you. “you’ve been off since warm-ups and i can tell your brain isn’t in the game today. that’s the reason why i called a timeout. i think you should stay on the bench for the reminder of the time.”

you shook your head, water droplets still falling from your hair. “no, i can play. i’m okay. it’s just hot out today. the water vernon poured on my head helped.”

you hoped that your voice sounded convincing. coach mulled over your words for a few seconds before releasing a sigh. “fine, but if i think for a moment that you’re unfit to play, i’m pulling you out whether you like it or not. now, let’s get back in the game. it’s your turn to pitch.”

you nodded as vernon grabbed onto your hands, pulling you to your feet. you held back a cry of pain as your ribs were set ablaze once again.

vernon gave you a look of concern before running out toward the outfield. you slipped on your mitt, running toward the pitcher’s mound. you could hardly breathe as you attempted to zero in on the area you were supposed to aim for. your limbs felt heavy as you lifted your left leg, letting the ball fly.

you honestly weren’t even sure how you were still standing. the black stars exploding in your line of vision made you feel disoriented and it felt like there was weight on your chest. you were so focused on not passing out that you didn’t even notice the batter make contact with the ball, sending it flying in your direction.

“y/n!” vernon called out while the rest of the team called, “look out!”

vernon rushed toward you, but he wasn’t quick enough. the ball made a sickening crack as hit the side of your head, knocking you to the ground. you weren’t even awake when you hit the dirt mound below.

however, the moment you woke up, it felt like someone had took a sledgehammer to your skull. your hand moved up to touch your temple, but instead it came in contact with soft material, which could only be gauze. you let out a groan as you attempted to open your eyes only to be greeted by harsh light. you were in the nurse’s office.

“what happened?” you asked as you felt movement to your left. you turned your head, causing another burst of black to enter your vision, to see seungkwan positioned next to your bed.

“a baseball hit you in the head,” your best friend and fellow teammate explained, grabbing a hold of your hand in preparation to pull you off of your back. “how do you feel? are you dizzy? is the pain bad?”

“on a scale of one to ten, i would say-” you let out a yelp as seungkwan pulled you up into a sitting position. your hand instinctively moved to your rib cage. you expected your fingers to come in contact with the fabric of your baseball uniform, but instead, you touched bare skin.

“why is my jersey unbuttoned?” you asked, your breath coming out heavy.

seungkwan sighed. “when vernon carried you in, you weren’t breathing right. the nurse had to check your heart and-”

your eyes widened as you searched the blonde’s face. “does he know?” your voice was barely above a whisper.

seungkwan gave you a sad look. “i tried to get him to leave before the nurse did anything, but he was worried about you. he wanted to stay.”

an involuntary sound left your lungs as you realized the power that your best friend’s words held. the secret you had been hiding your entire middle and high school career was out and it wasn’t even your decision. a sob escaped your lungs, intensifying the pain in your ribs and chest.

“hey, hey,” seungkwan whispered, cupping your face. “breathe, okay? crying is only going to make your ribs hurt worse. the nurse wanted to take it off of you, but your dad told her to wait until he got here.” he gently pulled the smaller boy against his body, being careful to not squeeze you too hard. “you shouldn’t have slept in it last night. my family wouldn’t have noticed anything. i should have made you take it off.”

you pulled back from seungkwan, your eyes filled with tears. “he’s going to tell everyone. the whole school is going to know. I’ll get kicked off the team.”

your words caught in your throat as the nurse’s office door opened and the last person you wanted to see stepped in. you wanted to scream as the vernon’s eyes darted down to the binder constricting your chest. “i’m not going to tell anyone, y/n.”

“why? because you don’t want to expose the transgender kid?” you spat out.

vernon gave you a small smile. “no, because i care about the boy in front of me.”

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emileeknow · 10 months

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Finally | Joshua Au

Pairing: Joshua X Reader

Genre: Soulmate!au, fluff

Words: 2.1K

Summary: You see your soulmate’s face in your dreams but can never interact with them.

Joshua was having one of the dreams again. They were a regular occurrence, he found them strange at first, but he didn’t think much of it anymore.

He wasn't sure when they started, but he first took notice of them when he was 19.

It was said that the faces you saw in dreams were real people you had encountered in your lifetime. A combination of people you recognise and an array background faces you had caught a glimpse of when going about daily life.

Aside from the people he knew and the random background faces, there was one face that kept showing up in his dreams. Yours.

He didn’t notice it at first, so wasn’t quite sure when you started appearing.

It was after a few weeks of seeing your face that he started to recognise you. He didn’t know where he had seen you before, but you were appearing far too frequently to be some random passer-by he’d seen on the street one day.

He thought about it a lot.

Who are you?

Why did you keep appearing?

Was he going crazy?

You were never a main character and he’d never had an interaction with you in his dreams. You were just always in the background somewhere. Always present in the scene but not always noticeable. It became a game he would play with himself to find you in his dream that night, like a game of hide and seek.

Once he found you, he always tried to interact with you. Fate never let him though. You always disappeared, wisping away into nothingness before he could get close enough to utter even a greeting.

He thought about you a lot, both in his dreams and in his conscious mind. But no matter how much he mulled it over, he still couldn’t place your existence in his everyday life. You were just a mysterious constant in his dreamworld.

You on the other hand were completely indifferent to the man that was always in your dreams. You were aware of him, but instead of pondering the significance of the man’s existence, you just shrugged it off as meaningless.

When you saw his familiar face in the crowd you would think, ‘oh it's that guy again’ and continue on with the dream as if nothing had happened.

You assumed it was someone you always saw on your daily commute. Just another face at a bus stop, or someone in the coffee shop that you regularly saw in the background when you went to get your morning dose of caffeine.

You didn't really remember what happened in your dreams after you woke up, once the drowsiness had worn off, the night’s events just phased out of your memory, it wasn’t unless you focused on it that you could really process what had happened in your dream. Therefore you didn’t really think much of the man that was always there.

You didn’t give much thought to the fact that it probably had some kind of deeper meaning. It’s not like the world you lived in, revolved around strange inexplicable connections to other people…

You went about your daily life as usual. You’d recently started a new job so were still settling into the new office. There were so many new names and faces to remember and it meant you had to go through all the general get to know your co-worker questions all over again.

What’s your name?... Y/N

Have you met your soulmate yet?... No

What’s your connection?... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

You had already had the same conversation with around 5 people this morning and to be honest you were getting a little tired of it. Whenever you would respond that you didn’t know what the connection was, the other person would either nod politely and give you some words of encouragement, ‘Oh I’m sure you’ll find out eventually’, or they would try to shake your hand to check the tingles.

It was reasonably well known that when soulmates touched they would feel the connection. This had resulted in a culture whereby people who were unaware of their connections would try to make physical contact with others upon meeting them.

The idea you didn’t mind, it was logical and many did find their soulmates this way. However, the past three people you had met had done exactly that and then promptly left the conversation. Any interest in getting to know you dissipating the moment they found out that you did not mean anything to them.

Since you were new to the company, you just had to accept it, although it did make you uncomfortable.

Luckily for you, there was a girl chatting with someone at a nearby desk that noticed your discomfort. She quickly stood up and shooed away the small crowd of people. You silently thanked her and she smiled brightly at you.

She introduced herself, and to your delight didn’t ask any of the usual questions.

Turns out her desk was next to yours, and you were so glad that your new desk buddy was a nice person. It only took a couple of days of working together for the two of you to become friends.

You and your new workplace bff, were sat eating lunch in the office cafeteria one day, when the conversation drifted to soulmates.

“How come you never asked me about soulmates?” you ask curiously.

“I figured if you wanted to talk about it you would, I also had a hidden connection, so I know how annoying it is when people try to get you to talk about it. Especially the ones that made it seem like I didn’t have one, you know when they say. Oh I’m sure there is someone out there for you.”

“Or, You probably aren’t one of the 0.01%.” you continued.

“Or my personal favourite, I know most people have found theirs' by your age, but don’t lose hope”

“Are you sure you already found your soulmate? Are you sure you aren’t mine?” you smiled sweetly at her.

The both of you chuckled.

“I didn’t know what my connection was until I met him”

“How did that work?” you ask curiously.

“Well our connection was dreams, we had been meeting each other in our dreams for years before we actually met.”

“So you both communicated in your dreams? How did you not know that that was your connection then?”

“We wouldn't remember anything when we woke up, it was like we were living a separate life in our sleep. It wasn’t until we touched for the first time that all of the memories from our dreams came back to us.” She was smiling fondly, looking off into the distance as she thought about her soulmate.

“I didn’t realise connections like that existed” you ponder.

“Neither did I, until it happened. Who knows, you may have a similar one, one that you are not consciously aware of.”

“Maybe…” you wondered.

“Talking of soulmates, Jeonghan and I are going for dinner tonight, so do you want to come with us?” She asks.

“I’m alright, I don’t want to third wheel you and your soulmate”

“Jeonghan’s friend is also coming, if anything I’m the third wheel, please save me” she pleads with an adorable pouting expression.

“Fine” you relent.

You were curious to meet your new best friend’s soulmate. The way she would gush about the cute dates they went on made you curious about what he was like.

That evening, Joshua and Jeonghan were on their way to the restaurant.

“Why do I need to come to dinner with your soulmate?” Joshua asked, not appreciating the last minute invitation. What if he’d had other plans? He didn’t of course, but he could have.

“Because otherwise her friend will be uncomfortable.” Jeonghan stated in response.

“Huh?”

“Y/N Won’t come if they think they’re going to be the third wheel, so you my friend need to be the fourth” he clarified with a smile and a pat on the back.

“Is it that important that Y/N comes?”

“Apparently yes. Anyway it’s not like you're paying so...”

“Why didn't you say that earlier?” Joshua smiles, patting Jeonghan on the back, as he starts to walk with a bit more of a spring in his step.

“Unbelievable” Jeonghan rolls his eyes.

Joshua had no idea why it was so important that this Y/N person came out for dinner with Jeonghan and his soulmate, but Joshua was not about to turn down a free meal.

Additionally, he knew the discomfort of being the third wheel all too well. Over the past couple of years his group mates had all been meeting their soulmates. Whether he liked it or not, he was being bombarded by loved up couples left right and centre.

He’d waited patiently for it to finally be his turn but Seokmin had met his soulmate several months ago, yet there was still no sign of his own.

It was disheartening. He never let it show since he didn’t want the pity that came with being the only single one left. Everyone always invited him to join their outings, in an effort to not make him feel left out.

He appreciated the thought, he really did. But no matter how inclusive everyone tried to be, there came times where it felt like he was sat alone at the back of a roller coaster filled with twelve happy couples in front of him.

He’d inadvertently become the ultimate third wheel of the group, so if he could help some complete stranger not feel the same awkwardness, and get a free meal out of his friend in the process, then he would happily come out to dinner.

Jeonghan and Joshua entered the restaurant. The two immediately started scanning the tables to locate the one they were looking for.

Joshua froze as his eyes landed on you. The rest of the room became irrelevant as his eyes scanned your face.

You were looking intently at the menu but he recognised you immediately.

Was he dreaming? He didn’t feel like he was.

Was this real? He could smell the mouth-watering scents from the kitchen, so it definitely felt real.

Were you really there in front of him?...

Before he knew it, he was snapped out of his daze as his impatient friend dragged him over to a table in the far corner. The one you were sat at.

Jeonghan greeted his soulmate warmly before sitting down opposite her. Joshua just stood there, staring at you in disbelief since for once he was right beside you and you hadn’t disappeared into thin air.

Jeonghan introduced himself to you before gesturing to his friend, which you thought he’d lost along the way, as there was no one taking the seat next to him.

You looked around, your eyes trained on the man looming nearby, he stood frozen by the side of the table.

Your first impression was that his lurking presence at your side should have been unnerving. But for some reason it wasn’t. You tilted your head in thought. He looked familiar but couldn’t quite place where you’d seen him before.

“Y/N, this is Joshua,” Jeonghan announces, breaking the silence that had settled as the two of you continued to stare at each other.

“It’s you….” Joshua finally speaks, finally shuffling himself into the seat opposite you without breaking eye contact.

“You know each other?” Jeonghan asks, leaning forward onto the table and resting his head on his hands, slightly intrigued.

“I don’t think so, but I feel like I’ve seen him before.” You mumble, deep in thought as you try to place him in your mind.

A small smile appears on Joshua’s face, which for some reason had your own lips naturally curling upwards in response.

“Have you perhaps seen me in your dreams every night and wondered who I was, or why I kept appearing?” he asks softly.

You nodded slowly, eyes widening as realisation dawns on your face.

“Hold on a second…” your friend looks at you in utter disbelief, swatting your arm to grab your attention away from the stunning man in front of you. “You mean to say you’ve been seeing a man you’ve never met before in your dreams every night, and you didn’t think that it could have some kind of relation to your soulmate”

“....Yes?” you mutter.

Your friend shakes her head judgementally.

“Why didn’t you say you were having dreams like that?” an equally puzzled Jeonghan turns to Joshua.

He simply shrugs, “I didn’t realise that could be a connection.”

“Even after I told you about my bizarre connection, you didn’t think that maybe those dreams probably meant something?” Jeonghan said incredulously.

Joshua doesn’t respond, he was too busy looking at you, now that you were actually sitting in front of him. It didn’t feel real, but he couldn’t stop himself from smiling.

“Even on my day off, I’m surrounded by idiots,” Jeonghan sighed to himself.

A/N:

… So I finally finished this. Truth is I wrote the draft of this part two years ago but never got round to finishing it. Somehow I’ve managed to write 300k words of VegasPete fics in the past year, but couldn’t get my ass in gear to finish and post this one tiny one shot. Over the past few months I’ve had loads of tumblr notifications come through from people binge reading the series and liking all the parts. So the guilt of leaving Shua out has finally caught up with me. Thanks to everyone for the support over the course of this series, even if it did take nearly 6 years to complete <3

Taglist (I know it’s been two years since the last part, so sorry if you no longer wanted to be tagged) : @ohmygyaaah @btsarmy7-2013andrandomthings

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midnightstay-blog · 2 months

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Heyy, saw your prompts post and thought it would be really nice if I could request the prompts 13+31+39 angst to fluff with Seventeen Vernon.

Thanks so much, I think you're really talented. 💙

Sure no problem. Thank you so much 😊 I hope you like it. I kinda got carried away a little bit while writing. 🙈 There were many different ways that I wanted to end this one🙂 .

💫We could be more?💫 (Requested)

Genre: Vernon x gender-neutral reader

Theme: Friends to lovers

Summary: Vernon returns home to see his childhood friend but everything changes after one afternoon.

Rating: G

Word Total:1,763

“Do you ever think about what life would be like for us if things were different?” Vernon questions.

“Sometimes I wonder what life would be like if we were lobsters.” You answer honestly.

Vernon lets out a laugh as he continues to push you on the tire swing. You guys had been friends for as long as you could remember. Always attached at the hip you too. So much so that even your moms thought you were dating at one point. Though you both shut that idea down as quickly as possible, Vernon’s mind couldn’t help but wonder sometimes, especially on days like today. It was warmer than normal one of those fluke days that you get in the middle of winter when it’s 65 degrees and everyone is in some form of a dress or shorts etc. You guys had just finished eating lunch when you asked if he wanted to go into the backyard and see the old tree house to which he agreed. This was the first time in a while since he’d been home after moving to Korea and becoming part of seventeen. He was currently on tour with the rest of the members but stopped in your city and by your house while on their break. Though you were proud of him and all he had accomplished you still couldn’t help but miss him a lot. “Even if we were lobsters, I’d still choose you.” He stated making your grin widen. “Seriously though, do you?” He inquires.

“Not really” you say with a shrug. “I try not to focus so much on the what if’s ya’know live in the moment.”

He nods understandingly. Eventually, you peel yourself from the swing and he takes your place. As you begin to push him your mind begins to mull over his words from seconds ago. What did he mean by different? Like if you never became friends different or if he never moved away different. Eventually, you begin to get so lost in though that you don’t notice that the swing had stopped moving. Feeling a slight tap on your shoulder you come back to your senses. When you finally look at him again the gap between you has closed a little and your heart starts to pound in your chest. For a moment you two stay like that until he speaks up.

“Where did you go?” Vernon inquired. Shaking your head, you place a smile on your features before backing away from him and making your way back inside towards the living room. He follows shortly after you confusion radiating across his.

“Did I say something wrong?” he inquires joining you in the living room moments later.

“No, you didn’t say anything wrong it’s just- “You pause for a moment.

“Just what?” “what’s going on?” He inquires concern lightly laced in his tone.

You hesitate for a moment weighing your options before finally speaking up.

“Do you not want to be friends anymore?” you question taking a step back from him. “W-what no what gave you that idea? He questioned.

“Well, you were the one asking about what if our lives were different and I just thought you meant-.”

“That wasn’t where I was going with that at all.” He stated cutting you off mid-sentence. “I just meant what if things between us were different that’s all.”

“Oh.” You stated feeling a bit embarrassed. " never mind forget I said anything ." " I just thought-" "Never mind it's dumb," you say dismissively waving your hand.

" Thought what?" he prodded.

"Thought nothing it's fine really" You state before sitting on the couch and turning on the tv.

Sound pours from the sound system and for a while it's the only sound in the room. However, Vernon has no intention of letting the situation go so he speaks up.

" I don't get why you just can't tell me what you were gonna say." he says while plopping onto the couch next to you.

"Because it's not important." You tell him with annoyance laced in your tone. With that he drops it though eventually, curiosity gets the better of you, and about 30 minutes later you turn the TV down and turn to face him.

“Different how exactly?“ you question.

In that moment you could feel your heart beginning to race.

Before he could answer he was interrupted by Hoshi entering the room. “Hey Vernon Shua called they need us back at the hotel to go over tomorrow’s schedule changes.” Vernon takes a breath before turning to Hoshi. “Dude, can you give me minute” he asks. Hoshi nods before going into the other room. Turning back towards you he stands from the couch. “I just meant if you ever considered us being more than just friends that’s all”. “Like us dating…?” Silence fills the room for what feels like almost a suffocating amount of time. In that moment you follow his lead standing from the couch. Before you speak up again. “Vernon… we’re just friends you-”

“We are more than just friends and you fucking know it.” He states. “What about all those late-night phone calls?” “When you said that you couldn’t wait for me to be here.” “Just moments ago, when we were in your backyard.” You could tell he was getting upset. “Friends don’t call each other and stay on the phone all night talking the way that we do.” Friends don’t take the time to send good morning and goodnight texts every day.” “Friends don’t feel the way that you make me do.” he finishes.

The two of you stand in silence for a moment.

“I’m sorry I just don’t feel that way.” You tell him.

He takes a moment before responding letting your words pierce his chest one by one. Before he knows it, sadness begins to fill him. “You’re telling me the whole time we’ve been friends the idea hasn’t crossed your mind not even once.”

“I mean the idea has crossed my mind once or twice but that was when we were kids it was a different time then.” You lie.

It’s not that the idea never crossed your mind if you were being honest with yourself. You just never thought he’d feel the same so you convinced yourself to push down your feelings so you wouldn’t lose him. A few more moments passed before Hoshi began calling again. Feeling defeated Vernon backs away and begins to exit leaving for the hotel. For a while you stand there for a moment letting the events replay in your mind before finally making your way up to your room. Some time passes and before you knew it it was dark, and you had missed dinner. Noticing your absence your mom comes up to check on you.

“Hey, are you okay you’ve been up here a while” She states while entering.

“I’m fine” you say trying to convince yourself more so than her.

“Sweetheart what’s wrong You’ve been really quiet since Vernon left.” “Did something happen?”

Sitting up in your bed you let out a sigh of frustration before opening up to her. “I just- I just wish he didn’t have to go and make things all weird between us. “

“Weird how exactly?” She inquired.

“He basically told me that he had feelings for me.”

“And? She questioned.

“What do you mean and does everyone see it but me?”

“Baby that boy has been down bad for you since the day y’all met in second grade.” “Besides I always figured that y’all would end up together eventually since you were always so close.” She explained.

Rubbing you face in exhaustion you sigh again before laying back down.

“Just be honest with him and if he’s really your friend he’ll except your feelings and the rest will work itself out eventually.” She advised.

Thanking her she response with a brief “no problem” before returning to the kitchen. Rolling over you continue to lay there for a while taking in Vernon’s words from earlier. “Friends don’t feel the way you make me feel.” Letting out a groan in frustration you pick up your phone and attempt to call him. The line rings a few times but eventually it goes to voice mail. Eventually you give up on calling him and decide to check with Joshua. He texts you the address for their rehearsal venue and you begin to head over there.

Once there you briefly contemplate turning around and going back home before you see Vernon standing outside the venue. It’s colder now since the temperature and dropped and you could see his breathe in the air. Walking up to him you stand there for a bit neither of you really sure of what to say to the other. Before you know it, words start to tumble out like a water over a cliff.

“I lied” you stated.

He goes to question what you mean but you cut him off.

“I lied when I said that I didn’t see you as more than a friend.” “If I’m being honest with myself like really honest, I’ve been in love with you since we were kids.” “I just was too afraid to tell you because I like what we have, and I like having you as a friend and to lose that would be really hard.” “Also, I completely understand if you never wanted to be friends with me after this.” you finish.

He stands there for a moment letting your words soak in. For a brief second you think he’s going to tell you to leave until he begins to crack a smile. Soon laughter follows and before you know it, he is doubled over.

“Why are you laughing” You whine.

Eventually he calms down and just continues to smile at you before walking over to you and grabbing your hands.

“You look so cute when you’re worried.” he says caressing your face with his hand.

“Vernon…” You say with a whine.

He looks at you for a moment silently accepting your feelings before he smiles and pulls you in for a kiss. You stay like that for a while before a fountain of cheers erupted from behind you. Breaking the kiss, you see the other members standing in the doorway cheering you on.

Eventually, they disperse and return to rehearsing, and you turn back to Vernon.

“we’re gonna have to figure out how this is gonna work.” “Especially since you leave soon.” You tell him while looking into his eyes.

“we’ll figure it out “ he states smiling.

#midnightstay blog #vernon x reader #vernon scenarios #vernon seventeen #vernon svt #vernon chwe #vernon fluff #vernon fanfiction #seventeen x reader #chwe hansol x reader #hansol vernon chwe #vernon angst

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wooahaes · 2 years

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punch drunk love

pairing: non-idol!hoshi x gn!reader

prompt: this post my slightly-drunk ass wrote yesterday while drinking.

word count: 2.5k

warnings: alcohol + food warnings. reader gets drunk and confesses they wanna kiss soonyoung. skinship (a hug + little kisses onto his hand + later cuddling). hoshi gets called tiger playfully and also teased for it. not proofread at all.

daisy’s notes: oh to have a cute man to get giggly drunk with and then get taken care of. also if miso soup is not good for u, i blame my quick research that i spent barely five minutes doing. the title is from a shinee song that you can listen to riiiiiiiight here hehe its basically about falling HARD for someone like... get punched by tht feeling, yknow? literally from one of my fave shinee albums/repackages tbh <3

Soonyoung was the kind of person who was different when he drank. His friends always would say that he, the same person who was much more extroverted around the people he trusted most, would become at least ten times louder than usual when he had enough alcohol in his system. A little less self-control (enough to keep him from blurting certain things out, though--or maybe that was because his friends had his back, especially Jihoon and Wonwoo), but a lot more fun. Sometimes it got him teased, like when he came home drunk and Jihoon took one-too-many videos of Soonyoung shuffling around the apartment every single time without fail. There was at least one video of him cradling a bag of frozen shrimp to his face, liking how cold it felt until Jihoon finally pulled it away from him with a “see what I put up with?” that was nowhere near as sharp it seemed. At least, it wasn’t for anyone who knew the friendship the two had. Sometimes it also resulted in him trying to press kisses into his friends’ faces, typically ending up rejected (or, in the cases of some of his friends, pushed toward pressing kisses on the back of their hands). He was a very happy drunk, and he knew that. It made him a bit of a handful.

Which is why he felt like he was getting a taste of his own medicine while he was with his friends at Seungcheol’s apartment, not drinking but just having a good time nonetheless. In fact, they’d just been talking about maybe busting out the drinks when he got your call. It was late enough, no one who had work in the morning had to join, things would be fine. But the moment your name popped up on the screen and Seungkwan had caught sight of it, he hushed the entire room and told him to pick up right now.

So he did, turning it onto speaker without thinking when you let out a long, giggly “Soonyoooooung!”

“Hi?” He said. You were... never this giggly.

“Hi!” You said, already cracking up over nothing. “I missed you!”

Soonyoung rose up from his spot on the couch, starting to walk away before the rest of the group could start dogging him over that. He waved them off--no, you had no reason to miss him because you’d just seen him the other day and talked to him that morning. “Are you okay?” He didn’t go too far, the group still attentively listening.

A very long hum sounded out as you mulled over the question, making a show of it. “Yes! Because I’m talking to you.”

Were you... slurring your words? “Are you drunk?”

“No! No! I’m not drunk!”

You were definitely drunk. “Are you at home?”

“Maaaaybe.” You giggled again. “You gonna come get me, tiger?”

Soonyoung immediately took you off speaker when he heard someone--Vernon, maybe--crack up at the way you said that. “Are you home alone? I thought you were going to spend the night with your friends--”

“We did. Online. We played games and had drinks.” You giggled. “Soonie, you should join us next time.” And then you gasped. “Oh my god. We should have game night with your friends!”

Soonyoung took one look at his group of friends and knew that it was a bad idea. “Just stay home, I’m coming over. Do you have water? You need to drink water.”

“I’m fiiiine,” you started giggling again. “You don’t have to come. I’m an adult. I can take care of myself just fine--” And then he heard a soft, “ah, fuck,” as you bumped into something. “I’m fine! I just ran into my chair--”

“Just... sit down until I get there,” he sighed. “Okay? I’ll be there soon.”

“Okie dokiiiie,” you giggled. “My cuuute tiger best friend...”

He hung up before he could hear you say anything else, heat rushing straight to his face. He didn’t know you considered him a best friend--you were definitely more than just a ‘regular’ friend in his opinion, sure, but at least part of that was because he harbored a crush on you. He’d always hold you in high regard. He returned back to his friends, already knowing that they heard half of that conversation.

“I’m gonna go,” he nodded toward the door. “Before they break something.”

“Go get ‘em, tiger!” Joshua called out when he was halfway to the door, loud enough to be heard over the rest of the group wishing him farewell.

The sound of everyone else calling him tiger was the last thing he heard after he had slipped into his shoes and made his way outside to catch a taxi. He was never living that one down. Within the next half hour, Soonyoung had made his way up to your apartment and let himself in--not wanting you to move and potentially bump or fall over something while clearly inebriated. When he walked in, you were curled up on the couch, watching a YouTube video--cats, he thought, but he couldn’t tell without leaning in further. No water bottle nearby, no food--just several empty bottles of alcohol that looked to have been untouched for a while.

“Is this all you had to drink?” He said, counting them off. Definitely enough for you to be this drunk. When you said nothing, he turned back to see you just... smiling at him.

“Hi, tiger,” you giggled, reaching out for him. “Can I pleaaase have a hug?”

Soonyoung obliged, stepping over and wrapping his arms around you. He used the opportunity to pull you forward until you were sitting up completely, waving a hand in front of your face. The slight delay in your reaction made you bust out into another fit of giggles, hand reaching up to take his own.

“Were you busy?” You asked, suddenly pouting. “I’m sorry.”

“I wasn’t,” he said, taking your face into his hands. “No more drinks tonight.”

“But I’m already out.”

Of course you were. “Did you have a good time?”

You gasped, eyes lighting up as you nodded eagerly despite the way he was cupping your face. “It was really, really fun! We should play with your friends, Soonie!” You giggled, “I know there’s a lot of them so you’d have to take turns, but--but it’d be really fun! Please? I wanna drink with you and your friends and have a really really fun time. We could do karaoke, or...”

“Have you had any water?”

You shook your head. “You told me to sit here until you got here.”

Even though you were drunk, you had a point. “Did you eat?”

You nodded. “I ate dinner first! I’m responsible.”

Cute. He gently pat your head. “I’ll see what I can do, okay?”

Soonyoung wasn’t the best cook, but he could always call one of his friends. He’d made ramen before. He could do it again, and maybe not mess it up by missing an ingredient. He guided you to the bathroom after you loudly voiced your need to go, just to make sure you didn’t bump into anything on the way (you weren’t “newborn deer” bad, but Soonyoung wasn’t taking any chances) before retreating to your kitchen. Was ramen fine for you? But ramen had a lot of calories and sodium...

He called Mingyu. Mingyu had already been drinking, but not enough to be out of it. Miso soup. Something about the water in it and protein and being a light enough food--Soonyoung didn’t listen to the full spiel as he started looking up places that could deliver. He could get water into you in the meantime and maybe get something for dinner since he missed out on chicken with his friends.

Was this retribution for all the times he got drunk and needed his friends to take care of him--which, on a few occasions, included you? Jihoon would probably cackle if he came home and swore off drinking if it meant people had to put up with him when he was like this. You were his friend (slash-crush), sure, and he was more than happy to take care of you during your rare night of drinking... but was he ever worse than this? Barely able to walk and needing attention? He found a place that delivered and put it in as fast as he could, going back to find a glass to get you water.

You came back in, waving him off when he came to make sure you weren’t about to trip over yourself on the way to your dinner table. He sat down across from you, an eye on his phone for any updates on the food.

“Soooonie,” you cooed at him, playing with his fingers. He’d left one hand, palm-up, on the table for you to do so. “You’re so nice to me.”

He just smiled at you. “Of course I am. You’re my friend.”

“Yeah,” you said, “but you’re so good. And cute. Did you know you’re cute? You’re really cute,” you said, already giggling again. You were playing with the bracelet around his wrist now. “You’re sooo cute.”

“I ordered food, by the way.”

You gasped as if that was the best thing you’ve heard all day. “And you’re so nice!” You said, “I knew calling you was a good idea.”

He smiled. “Why did you call me?”

“My friends told me to call my boyfriend to come take care of me,” you said. “I told them I don’t have a boyfriend. I have a boy friend.” You said. “Like. Like two words. You’re my boy friend.”

He was going to die. You were going to be the death of him, weren’t you? “I’m your friend, yeah.”

“And they said “no, no, your boyfriend,” and I said “who?” and they were like... that guy. The one you always talk about. And I was like “oh my god! Soonie!” and so I called you.”

The heat traveled to his face again. “You talk about me?”

“Yuh.” You smiled, taking his free hand in your own. “I like talking about my super cute favorite tiger. You’re so cuuute and nice...” You pressed a little kiss against the back of his hand. “I love you so much.”

“I know,” he said.

“No! No! Not like that!” You whined, now pouting at him. “I don’t love you like that.”

“I know, we’re friends--”

“I wanna kiss youuuu,” you giggled again. “Soonie. Do you wanna kiss me?”

He stared at you. “What?”

“I said,” you leaned in, speaking to him in a stage whisper, “do you wanna kiss me, too? I can keep a secret.”

How drunk were you? Soonyoung reached for the glass of water, gently pushing it into your hands. “Can you drink this for me?”

“Will you answer my question?”

“Yes,” he lied outright. He watched you take a long sip of water, making a complete show of it before carefully setting down the glass. Drunk you was so... giggly and exaggerated compared to sober you. “Let me get you some more--”

You gasped loudly. “You lied to me!”

“I’m getting you more water--”

“Soonyoung,” you whined. “It’s okay if you don’t wanna kiss me... I get it... I’m not your type...”

He sighed, saying your name. “That’s not what I--”

“I know I’m not as cute as a tiger...” You pouted at him. “Is it because I’m not a tiger?”

Oh my god. You were ridiculous. Soonyoung was swearing off alcohol for the next month at the very least. He didn’t need to blab all of this to whoever was closest to him. Someone knocked on the door and Soonyoung gently took your face into his hands.

“I wanna kiss you, but not like this,” he told you, “okay?”

That put the stars back in your eyes. He quickly left you to go answer the door, accepting the food and paying for it--adding a generous tip for the fast service. He could take the slight hit to his bank account. He’d be fine as long as he came back to you. He refilled your water before dolling out the food, breaking apart the set of chopsticks that came with his meal.

“Soonie...”

He looked up, taking a bite of his own food as he waited for you to respond.

“Can I have some?” You’d been staring at his meal, thankfully having already had some of your soup. “Please? I’ll share if you want.”

Oh, the lengths he went to to make you happy. He offered up a piece of broccoli, watching you happily accept it from his chopsticks. He’d give you other things he knew you’d like before telling you to finish your soup first before he gave you anymore. Soon enough, he’d watched you finish off your little bowl and down the water for the second time that night.

“Do you feel better?” He asked you. You nodded, already looking like you’d fall asleep anytime soon.

“I don’t want you to leave,” you said quietly. “I like having you here.”

“I won’t,” he said. “Come on,” he gently pulled you up. “Let’s go to bed, okay?”

You walked on your own, already sobering up little by little considering you were fully aware of needing to brush your teeth. Soonyoung went ahead and cleared off the glass bottles from your coffee table, clearing away the trash from the takeout, before he walked you back to bed. Thankfully you were dressed cozily for your night with friends. You took his hand, gently tugging him over to your bed. He watched you slide over, making room for him.

“Please?” You said. “I wanna cuddle...”

He sighed, obliging as he pulled off his hat and left his belongings on your dresser. Soonyoung slid into bed, letting you snuggle up close to him. Shit. He was going to slip away after you dozed off, but you decided to lay your head on his chest and wrap an arm around him. If he wanted to, he could have pulled away and told you to be mindful of his own space--but... He liked having you close. Jihoon could testify to the way Soonyoung would drape an arm around your shoulders, or let you use his shoulder as a pillow, or the way the two of you cuddled whenever you had movie nights together--the two of you were close. He liked being close to you.

He texted Jihoon that he wouldn’t be home tonight. When Jihoon sent back a single “?” in response, he snapped a picture of where you were asleep with an arm draped across his chest. He joked that he was being held captive. Jihoon pointed out that he could see his smile, you liar--he was happy right where he was.

His last message made his heart sink into his chest: tell them tomorrow.

He would. Soonyoung felt a little weird using your drunk confession as an excuse to confess his own feelings, but... It was hopefully something you said and meant. He wanted to kiss you, too, and more. He wanted to take you on cute dates to restaurants and parks and anywhere you wanted to go. As long as he was with you, Soonyoung would be happy. And laying there, having taken care of you the same way you cared for him when he was sick or drunk, he felt like things were right. Like he belonged right there with you.

He just hoped you felt the same.

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kiestrokes · 7 months

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this or that: attending an autumnal fair with seventeen 🍂

created with: @eoieopda 👻

fill up the basket with apples that Seungcheol holds for you (his hand resting respectfully on the sole of your back for "support") or wander around the orchard while holding hands with Jeonghan sipping apple cider 🍎 try to beat Seungkwan's high score at the karaoke to win the keg of apple brandy (Boo still wins, but he's more than happy to split the keg with you) or try to out drink Jun with the mulled wine (he secretly wins but lets you think that you have won) 🍻spend most of your time at the festival with Soonyoung and the baby cows (the two of your definitely try to take one home) or try to quickly escort Joshua through the craft section (it doesn't work, he buys everything and has an entire night planned for the two of you to build an array of autumnal decor) 🍁 successfully convince Jihoon to do one of those silly photos with an on-theme, face-in-hole cutout (he actually enjoys it and sets the photo as his lockscreen, which you tease him about later) or get stuck at the top of the Ferris wheel with frightened Mingyu (the giant burrows himself into your body, hiding his face in your neck as you giggle) 🎡 make record time in the corn maze with Wonwoo (did he cheat because he's basically tall enough to look over the rows of corn? or use his tingly cat senses?) or scare monsters in the haunted house with Minghao (you actually have to drag him away from spooking the attendants, which gives you an excuse to hold him close) 🧟‍♀️ cheer Seokmin on while he spends nearly all of his money to win you a giant squishmallow or win the same squishmallow for Vernon on your first try 🎃 help Chan pick what the two of will share to eat: kkulppang or hotteok 🥮

tagging some bby carats: @seokjinger-ale @chans-room @minisugakoobies @minttangerines @sluttywonwoo @the-boy-meets-evil @hobivore @sinchun @prettywordsyouleft @svtsource

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juno-box · 6 months

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Okay then! Moving onto your ideas for a fix-it time travel style fic for TWDG, do you have any concrete ideas so far of what you'd want to do with it? Who'd be going back in time, how drastically things would change, plot points, that sort of thing? If you don't mind sharing of course, I'd understand if a lot of that would be spoilers should you decide to actually write it.

Would you believe I’ve spent the better part of last night thinking of this very fic idea? I couldn’t land on WHO the heck would I send back.

I’d send them back as the age they were during that time, so Clem going back to S1 from S4 would be 8-years-old all over again but with the mind and knowledge of 16/17-year-old Clem.

Clementine would be an obvious choice, right? As a character from the start to finish, she could easily make the most change. Depending on what point she travels back from in the series, she could very well change a lot of things. For starts, Clem from any season after S1 could:

Not talk to the stranger over the walkie.

Knowing her folks are dead, and probably want to avoid Savannah all together.

Be aware about the St. John’s, not trust them and campaign for them not to go. But then comes the fact that she’s a child and possibly the only person who would take her seriously would be Lee. So that could be something she might not be able to fully change.

If she doesn’t or can’t stop the event of EP2, then there could be a chance that she can intervene on Ben’s deal with the bandits. She would have to keep an eye on him specific pay attention to him whenever he leaves the inn or is on watch, which she’ll have to do w/o raising any attention.

If she can do that, and convince Ben to listen to her, even if she’s just a kid, they might be able to warn the group and get out of dodge before the bandit’s raid begins, so they could leave for the road a few days early.

If that happens, Lilly’s meltdown might not happen. If Larry died during EP2, then she’d still be depressed and in mourning of course, but not paranoid since there’s not a conspiracy going around the group about betrayal. Meaning Carley/Doug might not get headshot.

This also means Katjaa & Duck survive for now, and thus Kenny doesn’t have his complete character arc in S2 if his whole family is alive, since that loss played a huge part in his arc.

That also means that Lilly might stick around longer, and we may not get a Delta!Lilly.

They still take the train, as Clem can’t do anything about the train being in the way.

But then Clem realizes the train rolls right through Savannah, and there’s no avoid it anymore.

But Clem knew not to listen to the Stranger, so her sneaking away to meet him only to be kidnapped possibly won’t happen.

Meaning… We don’t lose Lee, which would’ve been Number 1 on Clem’s list of things to fix.

If that happens, the group has no reason to leave the house, meaning Vernon and the cancer group can’t get the boat.

Speaking of the boat… it’s WAY too small for their group.

Lee, Clem, Kenny, Katjaa, Duck, Chuck (since our group is big, I doubt they’d let him die the way he did), Lilly, Carley/Doug, Ben, Christa & Omid? That’s 11 people on this boat meant for at most like… 4 or 5.

Cue the talks of changing their plans. And much to Kenny’s chagrin, Katjaa agrees.

The group decide to put a pin in the boat plan and mull over their next move. This is where Clem chimes in and says they should head for the country, and get out of the city ASAP.

At this point, Lee would be way more trusting of Clem’s intuition and agree, so would Christa. Katjaa, Lilly, Doug/Carley, Ben would agree with the majority, and Omid would pick whatever he thought was best for Christa and their unborn baby.

They gather their bearings and plan their route out of Savannah over the night. The next day they discover the boat’s gone. So, Kenny really has no choice but to agree with their plan.

I feel like once the group is out of Savannah, and Clem has time for, well, downtime, she’ll want to think about how she’ll get back the other important people in her life like AJ, Javi and his family, and the Ericsons kids (especially if she romanced Louis or Violet). She wants to see them again, albeit not in the same circumstances as before.

On the other hand, is would I send back Lee? Another start to finish character (at least for S1), Sending Lee back from the end of EP5, Lee could make changes as well, his only hold up would be protecting Clementine even more since she really is 8-years-old:

He’d probably train her earlier, like between EP1 and EP2.

EP2 is the hardest to change, because it’s a group choice. It would probably go down similar to that deleted scene of them voting, where Lee would vote against going but be out voted by everyone else.

He doesn’t trust the St. John’s in the slightest, and when he goes back with Mark to check the perimeter, he tells him keep his guard up and watch the trees. Since Mark’s a bit more attentive, Mark gets grazed by the arrow instead of full impaled, and the scene plays out the same.

They make it back and Mark’s still a bit injured but not remotely as bad as before, so he’s able to attended dinner without having to go through Brenda’s, ahem, “check-up”.

So, who’s for dinner then?

Mr. Parker! Mmm, barbequed band teacher-

Let’s for back a bit, during the hunt with Lee, Mark & Kenny. They find Ben, Travis & Mr. Parker.

They don’t cut him out in time, but this time Lee doesn’t try to hack his leg off, remembering last time how he still bled out and died by time they made it back.

Lee instead tells Mark and Kenny to grab the boys and go. Before they can protest, the walkers are coming in, not many, but enough.

Travis makes a go at Mark’s rifle, but Mark shoots him in the leg. So now they have to carry him back.

So, Ben and Travis live! And Mr. Parker… for now.

Hypothetically, let’s say the dairy boys got to Mr. P before the walkers did.

So, he’s for dinner.

Dinner scene plays out the same, but this time Parker takes Mark’s place.

The Larry in the locker moment plays out differently. Since Mark is there, he’d help Lilly revive Larry.

Unfortunately, leaving Lee to argue with Kenny about not killing Larry. He’s trying to prevent as many unnecessary deaths as possible.

I believe Kenny and Lee would actually tussle over this, but Kenny would lose.

And by some miracle, Larry would win. As in he’d live.

Rewinding to where Lee was investigating the farmhouse, in the cabinet he found the morphine and wire in, he’d also find nitroglycerin pills. Lee kept them on the chance the moment in the locker happened.

Rest of the scene plays out the same until they make it out the locker.

Lee meets Carley/Doug, Ben & Travis outside the barn.

Since Mark’s arm is still a bit injured, Lilly shoots Andy.

Fight goes the same. Lee spares Andy and leaves him to his fate.

Interesting change, when it comes to the Stranger’s car, Lee purposely tries to distract the group from hearing the car.

Unfortunately, Mark sees it.

Lee is adamant about not taking from it, and doesn’t give Kenny the keys.

This almost prompts another Kenny v. Lee fight, until Larry steps in and argues they need it since the dairy was an absolute bust.

Lee uses Clementine’s argument that it’s more than likely someone’s car, and they might not be far. Since he knows it’s the strangers, he’d mention it probably belonged to a family.

A dreaded vote, and it’s Lee, Clem and surprisingly Lilly vs. Kenny, Katjaa, Travis, Carley/Doug, Mark and Larry.

Outvoted, Larry snatched the keys from Lee and they pillage the car. Doug/Carley comes up to Lee with batteries for Clem’s walkie, but Lee takes them instead, saying they might need them for something important.

EP2-3, Lee is aware that at this point the bandits are going to attack the inn because of Ben’s deal. So, Lee decided to nip the bud and go to Ben directly. He’d say something along the lines of “Don’t talk anyone in the woods, especially bandits who claim to have his friend.”

Sprinkle in a little, “Or else” because Lee’s DEAD serious on nothing that happened in EP3 happening twice. And Lee’s threat worked…

For Ben, at least. Because the difference between this time and last was Ben’s deal with the bandits.

He didn’t account for Travis being made the same deal.

So, color Lee terrified when Lilly comes to Lee about missing supplies.

He didn’t think she’d be paranoid, now that her dad was still alive.

He knew everywhere to check by the back of his hand, the signaling system, the chalk, all of it.

First, he trucked it over to Ben and immediately called him off the RV. Ben climbs down and Lee lays into him (well, where only he and Ben could hear) and accuses him of being guilty.

Ben’s confused more than defensive, which throws Lee off. Ben asks is it about what he warned him about a week ago, and says he hasn’t seen or talked to anyone outside the inn after he warned him about the bandits, and is generally confused as to what Lee’s blaming him for.

Lee apologizes and leaves. He checks the grate and what’s in it. Meds, of course.

He brings it to Lilly. The motel gets held hostage, but this is different; when they get held hostage, Mark taps on the window Lilly would exit from and warm them before they eventually hear for themselves.

While Lilly tells Lee to stall them, Larry does something stupid. Stubborn as an idiot, he refuses to be held up like he just was a week ago and goes for one of the bandit’s guns, getting shot in the process, causing all hell to break loose.

Lilly leaves her vantage point and goes to get Larry while Mark takes her place, the group splits up like they did before.

Lilly manages to pull Larry behind cover and tries to save him, so Mark has to deal with the bandits and keeping enemies off of her while she’s distracted.

The fending off goes the same, each group gets inside the RV, Duck is still bitten.

Lilly has to leave Larry, so now freshly mourning, and losing the inn, Lee knows all hells about to break loose.

Lilly pins it on Carley if she’s there, or Ben if Doug’s there.

Lee would defend Ben, saying he thinks it was someone else, and for the first time asks Travis.

Travis gets immediately defensive, just as Ben did before. Lee knows he did it.

But Carley/Doug would tell Lee to lay off him. Lilly would believe Lee’s claim that it was Travis since he’s helped her before.

Travis pins it on Carley/Doug.

Ben defends Travis, getting hi back under the microscope.

RV hits a walker, they’ve got to stop. Everyone exits.

Lilly shoots Travis in the head.

…

Lee knew it was Travis. But even so, the act alone caused the group to vote to leave her behind.

Katjaa calls Lee up front and tell him Duck’s bit.

Lee is angry that he’s failing to stave people this time around.

The train scene goes the same, they meet Chuck, Duck and Katjaa die, but instead of training Clem, since he already trained her a bit more and cut her hair, he decides he should tell Clem the new plan for Savannah.

Chuck compliments Lee on teaching the girl to survive.

He tells her that even though Kenny’s deadest on finding a boat, he thinks their best bet is getting out of the city ASAP and making it to the countryside.

Clem wants to find her parents, but Lee tries to gently tell her that they’ve been gone for so long that the chances of them being there or alive are slim to none.

Clem hates that answer.

“You can’t tell me what to do.”

“Clem—”

“I don’t want to talk about it anymore.”

Well, at least that radio won’t be a problem.

They meet Christa and Omid. The next morning, Lee is horrified to hear Clem’s radio go off.

She’d been talking to him again.

Again.

Kenny says he thought the thing was broken, to which Carley/Doug will admit they gave her batteries for it when she’d asked.

Without a second thought, Lee angrily chucked the radio out the train. He’d be damned if that bastard gets his hands on Clementine again.

The they get to Savannah. Molly tolls the bell, they make a break for it. Ben runs from Clem, Chuck saves her and gets split from the group.

They get to the house. And get inside, Doug/Carley keeps watch. Everything plays out the same. Clem goes to Crawford with them. Carley/Doug actually gets killed instead of Brie, however.

Lee saves Ben at the bell tower.

Since Ben isn’t guilty, Kenny has no ill will toward Ben, but also threatens that if he leaves Clem like that again he and Lee will tag team his ass. Ben gets the message quick.

Vernon still offers to take Clem. Lee knew it was coming but isn’t as mad as he was at the suggestion to give away his adoptive daughter. He still declines.

I should note that Clem has definitely notice her walkie’s missing, but Lee says she might’ve accidentally dropped it while they were one the train. She’s really sad about this, and a bit anxious.

Clem asks Lee if they’re going to get on the boat with Kenny. Lee says they might. Due to him trashing the walkie, cutting off all contact with the Stranger, they may be able to all get on the boat; He, Clem, Kenny, Christa, Omid and Ben.

Clem asks if they’ll have time to look for her parents, Lee tells her what he said on the train.

She cries and leaves the room.

Since the group is downstairs, Lee lets Clem have her space. She’s probably really upset with him.

He tries not to fall asleep, but dozes off for a bit.

Lee jolts awake when he realizes. He looks around and doesn’t see Clem near him before remembering she’s downstairs.

He turns and looks out the window, expecting to see Kenny working on the boat.

Instead, his blood runs cold as he sees Clementine, standing outside the fence, talking to someone beside a car.

A station wagon.

A station wagon that looked horribly identical to the one from the woods.

From the one that was parked in front of The Marsh House.

He could’ve sworn his heart stopped beating for a minute as she willfully climbed inside the backseat.

Lee booked it downstairs, nearly falling as he slammed through the backdoor as the car peeled off down the street. Lee runs out the back yard but is too late.

And that’s all I have for now! I spent a minuuuute conjuring this all up! Keep in mind, this is all a rough idea of what I could try, not definitive!

#ask #fanfiction #twdg #the walking dead game #the walking dead telltale #telltale the walking dead

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 11 months

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The Girl He Left Behind [Part Twenty]

Fandom: American Actor, RPF, Elvis Presley, Elvis Movie 2022

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Original Female Character

Characters: Elvis Presley, Addison Goodwin, Gladys Presley, Vernon Presley, Minnie May ‘Dodger’ Presley, Red West, Sonny West, Gene Smith, Billy Smith, Original Female Characters, Colonel Tom Parker, Billy Smith, Marci Cunningham, Steve Cunningham, Jerry Schilling, Mary Jenkins, Alan Fortas, Marty Lacker, Original Male Characters, Mona Goodwin, Joe Goodwin

Word Count: 2106 // Rating: Mature

Summary: When Elvis returns home to Graceland from the Army he’s followed by the headlines ‘The Girl He Left Behind’ but what the media don’t know is that Priscilla wasn’t the first. No, that title belongs to someone Elvis will never forget.

Tags/ Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Graceland, Poverty, Friends to Lovers, 1950s Elvis, Bad Parenting, Surprise Surprise the Colonel Is a Colossal Prick, Parental Loss, Grief, Fun Fairs, Kissing, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex, Movie Nights, Arguing, Tension, Denial of Feelings, Age Gap Romance, Underage, Addison is 17 Elvis is 22, Guilt, Betrayal, Extortion, Blackmail, Jealous, Army Elvis, American Draft, US Army, Lying, Time Shift with Elvis moving to Memphis, Flashbacks, Caught

Notes: Okay so I’m ploughing through to the end. I think its gonna be about 25 parts and Im gonna write the rest of the parts together should there be things I need to change. So this is a short one but more is coming soon I promise!

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Addison couldn’t move. As Elvis moved around the room looking for clothes they could both throw on she sat on the edge of the bed staring at the plush carpet under her feet. She felt like crying though she didn’t know why. It had always been the plan to tell them…eventually. They had both become tired of sneaking around and though she knew going public wasn’t going to be easy she had always assumed she could prepare for it. Lay the groundwork. Now it felt as though it was ripped from her. Whilst the Colonel might keep their romance out of the tabloids he would almost certainly tell everyone else. She wondered how Gladys and Vernon would take the news. After all, they had invited her into their home in an effort to help her and it seemed all she had done was cause unwanted drama.

When Elvis threw a dress beside her on the bed he finally noticed she was in a world of her own and moved to stand in front of her, breaking her trance. She looked up at him, her hazel eyes wide and worrisome which made his heart twinge.

‘Hey, hey, come on now it’s alright,’ he said with a reassuring smile. ‘Is it?’ she said looking away though he dropped down on his knees in front of her chasing her gaze until she looked at him. ‘Look the Colonel is just pissed I didn’t tell him,’ he said. ‘And what about everyone else?’ she asked, ‘they’re gonna be pissed too.’ ‘Maybe but they’ll get over it,’ he said, ‘besides this is what we wanted right? Out in the open, no more sneaking around.’ ‘I guess,’ she sighed, ‘I just wish it was on our terms y’know?’ ‘I know but it’s done now,’ Elvis said, ‘we just need to see how the land lays and go from there.’

Addison mulled over his words for a second. She wanted to question him. What if the Colonel said no? What if he wanted Elvis to end it? The problem was she wasn’t sure she wanted the answer. So she didn’t say anything. Instead she nodded which earned a smile from him as he stood up.

‘Right. Uh, I found that dress in the back of my closet…’ Elvis said his gaze flitting to the dress beside her on the bed a slight red tinge on his cheeks as he realised it was the dress she had been wearing the first time they’d slept together in his room. After the first time, Elvis was unsure. He’d give in and though he’d revelled in the benefits he was apprehensive to make another move. His resolve had lasted less than a day. All it had taken for him to give in was seeing her in that dress. His mind had gone blank and he had been a little too enthusiastic which meant that the dress had ended up screwed up in his closet, now sporting a slight tear and a couple of missing buttons.

‘Thanks,’ Addison said obliviously though as Elvis moved to start dressing and she noticed what she was now holding that familiar blush crept onto her own cheeks. Whilst it wasn’t the best outfit she couldn’t complain. After all, she didn’t have much of a choice. It was either a slightly imperfect dress or going downstairs and facing the Colonel in her night gown which didn’t seem appealing in the slightest. In fact, going downstairs at all didn’t seem very appealing but she knew there was no way of getting out of it. So, she allowed Elvis to take her hand and lead her downstairs.

The Colonel was in the living room, his arm resting on the mantlepiece though the fireplace he was looking at was unlit. He turned as he heard them enter the room which made Addison shrink back behind Elvis just a tad as she clocked that his angry face hadn’t soothed any since he had come downstairs. She gripped Elvis’ hand tighter and he squoze back though it didn’t remove that uneasy feeling from her gut.

‘Ah, nice to see the pair of you could tear yourselves away from one another for a moment.’ ‘Look, Colonel,’ Elvis said irately. ‘What my boy? Would you like me to give you more time to lie to me? ‘I didn’t lie to you,’ Elvis protested. ‘You told me there was nothing going on with the pair of you. Twice in fact!’ he laughed moving away from the mantel towards Elvis until the pair were squared up. He looked the younger man up and down before he said with a sneer, ‘how is that not lying?’ ‘I tried,’ Elvis said. The Colonel scoffed and walked away, Elvis following him though not getting too close, ‘when I told you I’d stay away from her-’ ‘You promised you’d stay away from me?’ Addison asked quietly making him turn around. ‘N-n-not promised,’ Elvis stammered. ‘Oh so it’s not just me you’re happy to lie to,’ the Colonel said. ‘I’m not lying dammit!’ he shouted. As the Colonel rolled his eyes he moved back towards Addison placing a hand on her shoulder, ‘I didn’t promise I’d stay away from you Addie. I just…I told him there was nothing going on and at the time,’ he said throwing the Colonel a dirty look, ‘there wasn’t anything going on but I knew if I didn’t pull myself away from you I wouldn’t be able to help myself.’ ‘So that’s why you pulled away? Because he asked you to?’ she asked incredulously. ‘Yeah, didn’t exactly work though did it,’ Elvis said with a wry smile. ‘Oh yes,’ the Colonel said with a roll of his eyes, ‘I’m just the villain in this love story. Not the man who has been trying to keep your image afloat for the past few months whilst you flout everything I ask of you! Keep your show clean, don’t antagonise the press but no-’

Before Elvis could retaliate their attention was pulled towards the living room door where Gladys had just appeared, Vernon following just a step behind her with a yawn.

‘What is all this hollerin’ about!?’ said Gladys as she pulled her robe tighter around herself. ‘Why don’t you ask your son?’ the Colonel sneered. Gladys looked at Elvis expectantly. ‘Mama, why don’t you and daddy go to the kitchen? I’ll be in a minute,’ Elvis said nervously as he tried to steer his mother out of the room though she remained unmoved. ‘Oh, so your own mother didn’t even get to know,’ the Colonel said, ‘that is comforting.’ ‘Boobie what’s he talking about?’ Gladys asked worriedly. ‘He’s blowing it out of proportion,’ Elvis said. ‘What?’ Gladys asked. ‘We wanted to tell you properly.’ ‘Elvis you’re not making any sense,’ she said. ‘Elvis and I are together,’ Addison blurted out making four pairs of eyes land on her. Elvis smiled appreciatively though his gaze went straight back to his mother who seemed to be trying to wrap her head around the news.

‘Well congratulations,’ Vernon said awkwardly as Gladys moved to sit down in her favourite chair, still silent. ‘You’re happy for us, right?’ Elvis said as he knelt down in front of her. Gladys took a moment to compose herself before she smiled weakly and nodded her head. ‘Yes, of course,’ she said, ‘it’s just a shock is all…how long have you two…’ ‘Not long,’ Addison said. Gladys looked at her and though it wasn’t a cold stare there was definitely something to it that made Addison shrink back. This was not the time to be intervening. ‘Why didn’t you say anything?’ Gladys said looking back at her son. As Addison watched she could see the fear on Gladys’ face. She hadn’t really given it a thought before. Not telling people seemed like the wise thing to do but they hadn’t factored in how Gladys might take being left in the dark. She and Elvis never kept secrets. Maybe that was why her stare had felt so off.

‘Mama we were going to tell you,’ Elvis said placing a hand on her knee. ‘What when you knock her up?’ the Colonel scoffed earning a scowl from Elvis. ‘Shut your damn mouth,’ Elvis said standing up. ‘Elvis,’ Vernon said in a warning tone. ‘No daddy,’ Elvis said before he looked back at the Colonel, ‘look I get you’re pissed at me or whatever. I didn’t listen, sure, but that don’t change the fact that I love her. More than anything. And just because it’s unwise doesn’t mean that we’re gonna be apart.’ ‘And if it costs you your career?’ the Colonel challenged. ‘If you’d rather me be rich than happy that’s on you,’ Elvis said. The pair were staring each other down but Addison wasn’t watching them. She was looking at the uneasy expressions on his parents’ faces as the gravitas of the situation dawned on them. Though he hadn’t said it outright it was enough to be concerning because she was sure he meant it. If it came down to it, if push came to shove, he’d give it up. For her. For them. And that was a terrifying thought. She could tell from the way they watched him, from the way Gladys’ eyes fell on Addison watching her with a look of betrayal.

The Colonel was the first one to break their staring contest. He hobbled towards Elvis his cane in hand until he had almost passed him but instead of walking away he stopped, watching the boy with a betrayed expression, ‘I didn’t ask that you be unhappy. Just honest.’

And with that, he walked away slamming the front door behind him as he left the building.

No one spoke. Elvis didn’t even turn around until Vernon cleared his throat capturing his attention. When he did he moved toward Addison, wrapping his arms around her as he hugged her tightly. She hugged him back though less dependently than he was holding her as if she was a mother comforting a hurt child. When they broke apart he still didn’t relinquish his touch and instead moved to put his hand on the small of her back.

‘Well, I wasn’t expecting my morning to go like that that’s for sure,’ Vernon said. ‘I don’t think any of us saw our morning going this way,’ Elvis grumbled, ‘I mean don’t you think he’s overreacting just a little?’ ‘He’ll come around,’ Vernon said, ‘he’s just been worried that’s all.’ ‘Maybe but would it kill him to be happy for us,’ Elvis said wrapping his arm around Addison who glanced at him with a weak smile. ‘Well, we are, right Lovie?’ Vernon said placing a hand on his wife’s shoulder. She smiled at her husband though it was about as reassuring as Addison’s smile had been. Neither man seemed to notice. ‘I’m glad,’ Elvis said, ‘because we really are happy right Addie?’ ‘Right,’ she nodded though she was still watching Gladys. ‘Well, we can talk about it over breakfast,’ Vernon said with another yawn, ‘all this arguing has got my stomach rumbling.’ ‘Yeah, me too,’ Elvis said as he pulled Addison along so they could follow his daddy towards the kitchen. However he stopped when he noticed his mother hadn’t moved from her spot, breaking away from Addison though he kept hold of her hand.

‘You are coming Satnin?’ Elvis asked. His mother looked up from her chair and smiled. ‘Yeah, I’ll be there in a minute,’ she said. Elvis smiled and nodded heading out towards the kitchen with Addison in tow though the young girl took one last glance behind her at the woman now sitting alone in the living room. Even though she offered Addison a smile there was something behind her eyes that made her nervous. She knew Gladys liked her, that she enjoyed having her around, but at that moment she couldn’t help but feel as though she had overstepped. That whilst she could live in her house and be a friend of the family to have a relationship with Elvis was an error.

And she knew it wasn’t to do with the money. She knew that they could live in a matchbox and Gladys would be happy. No, this was more than that. The way Elvis had gone to bat for her, uttered what he was willing to lose, had just been the start. Both women knew it.

If he was willing to give up everything. If he was willing to lie to his mother.

What would he choose if it came down to it? Or more to the point. Who?

#my writing #elvis presley #elvis #the girl he left behind #elvis presley x oc #elvis x oc #elvis presley x ofc #elvis x ofc #addison goodwin

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hobivore · 7 months

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I was tagged by @kiestrokes in this cute tag game (I'm flattered you're calling me a baby carat, but I don't think I've even reached that level 😅 so I will do this to the best of my abilities and so I can tag @hobi-gif, @augustbutwinter and @dntaewithluv who know a lot more about Seventeen than I do)

fill up the basket with apples that Seungcheol holds for you (his hand resting respectfully on the sole of your back for "support") or wander around the orchard while holding hands with Jeonghan sipping apple cider 🍎 try to beat Seungkwan's high score at the karaoke to win the keg of apple brandy (Boo still wins, but he's more than happy to split the keg with you) or try to out drink Jun with the mulled wine (he secretly wins but lets you think that you have won) 🍻 spend most of your time at the festival with Soonyoung and the baby cows (the two of your definitely try to take one home) or try to quickly escort Joshua through the craft section (it doesn't work, he buys everything and has an entire night planned for the two of you to build an array of autumnal decor) 🍁 successfully convince Jihoon to do one of those silly photos with an on-theme, face-in-hole cutout (he actually enjoys it and sets the photo as his lockscreen, which you tease him about later) or get stuck at the top of the Ferris wheel with frightened Mingyu (the giant burrows himself into your body, hiding his face in your neck as you giggle) 🎡 make record time in the corn maze with Wonwoo (did he cheat because he's basically tall enough to look over the rows of corn? or use his tingly cat senses?) or scare monsters in the haunted house with Minghao (you actually have to drag him away from spooking the attendants, which gives you an excuse to hold him close) 🧟‍♀️ cheer Seokmin on while he spends nearly all of his money to win you a giant squishmallow or win the same squishmallow for Vernon on your first try 🎃 help Chan pick what the two of will share to eat: kkulppang or hotteok 🥮

#tag games #these answers are solely based on what sounded more fun to me because i don't even know all of their real names #although i picked the ferris wheel + mingyu because i hate heights and love a challenge and also i bet he looks funny when he's scared #def cheering on dk for wasting all his money i love being a bad influence if it means i'm getting a cute squishmellow #also fuck yes let's steal a baby cow

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minisugakoobies · 7 months

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this or that: attending an autumnal fair with seventeen 🍂

Thank you for the tag @kiestrokes! I love what you and @eoieopda came up with 💕

Tagging: @bangtanintotheroom @sugalaritae @augustbutwinter @starlostjimin @thatlongspringnight @yeontan-my-love but no pressure!! 🎃

Clean copy under the cut

#OF COURSE i picked the ferris wheel with mingyu #all i want in life is to go to a carnival with my biases #tag games #this or that #autumnal fair #svt #lovely moots #kiestrokes

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chans-room · 7 months

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thank you for tagging me drift partner @kiestrokes 🖤

My brain isn’t working so if you see this: I am tagging you 🫵🏼

#svt this or that #drift compatible #tag you’re it

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lightofthemoonglow · 2 years

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chapter one - where i am now

summary: 20 years ago, the citizens of Glen Echo took justice into their own hands. Now, Leslie Vernon is back. But of course, there are complications, distractions. And one of them takes the form of Remi, a town native with a true crime podcast and a desire to know what happened all those years ago.

Chapter One of Devil's Backbone

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co-written with @deviantdrkate

twenty years ago

It’s dark out, dinner had been over for a while. The little girl crouched on the stairs, watching and listening to her parents still feels full of mac and cheese, broccoli and milk. Her stomach is churning as she listens to the not very hushed voices of her parents argue over something that seems to have come out of nowhere. Something bad happened, that’s all she knows. But it isn’t the usual kind of bad. It’s something more, something that deep down, she knows should scare her.

"He's just a little boy-" Cora Lockton cries out, moving to grab her husband’s arm as he goes to grab his coat.

"And he's guilty as sin." Grant Lockton snaps back, yanking his arm away from her grasp, glowering down at her for a moment. “You didn’t see what he did to them!”

“But does that mean he deserves-”

“WINCHESTER! Ya got your shoes and coat on, boy?” Grant is clearly done with the conversation while his wife is not, as evident by the look on her face and how she tries to grab his arm as he moves towards the front door.

The boy that emerges from the other room is small for his age, nearly swallowed by a coat that’s too big. His eyes are wide, apprehensive, the brim of his knit hat nearly covering his eyes. It’s identical to the one his father is wearing, just like his coat and boots. At only nine, Winchester has expectations more suited for a man twice his age, maybe thrice. He’s the future head of the family, his father’s pride and joy, but only if he becomes the man that they expect him to be.

The girl on the stairs, Remington, is nearly seven and already knows, on some level, that she’s second in more ways than one. Not even the spare to her brother’s heir. Which is fine, it allows her to watch from the shadows.

“Today, you become a man.” Grant claps his son on the back hard enough to make the boy wobble and then they’re gone, the door slamming hard enough to shake the knick-knacks on the shelf nearby. Cora’s face contorts for a moment and she covers it with both hands, standing with her back against the wall. Her knees tremble, as if her body is going to sink to the floor at any moment.

It’s only the sight of Remi standing right in front of her that makes her straighten up and wipe her eyes. “What are you doing up so late, pumpkin?”

“I heard yelling.”

“What did you hear?” Cora doesn’t even need to think about moving to pull a lock of hair out of Remi’s mouth, though unlike every other time this has and will happen, she doesn’t internally sigh and wish that her daughter had a different tic than trying to eat her hair. Though it could be worse. It could be the hair of others.

There’s a pause, Remi quickly mulling over her options. “I don't know.” Which is the truth, in a way. She’s not sure what they’re talking about or why, but it has to be important. Maybe even bad. She’s not sure what Leslie Vernon even did to make everyone so upset but it must have been something really bad. It’s enough to mobilize her father and the neighbors. It had been the chaos outside that had drawn the girl out of her room in the first place. Doors slamming, people shouting, even some brief crying. And it was all about Leslie Vernon, a boy no one really knew because he was home all the time.

“Okay, okay. Did you do your homework?”

“Yeah.” A small lie, but she can do the reading on the school bus.

“Good girl.” There’s a brief pause, Cora’s eyes darting from Remi to the door, her mind racing. “Just for tonight, you can play the Atari.” The gaming system was only allowed to be used on weekends or holidays, and it’s a Tuesday night. An older child would have realized that it was a distraction tactic, only a little better than yelling ‘look over there!’.

But at six, the full implications don’t hit Remi, who happily skips over to the family room. They won’t hit her for a long time.

The front door opens loudly, causing Remi to drop the controller. It’s a few hours past her usual bedtime, but without the usual rules in place, there hasn’t been anything to stop her from playing Mario Bros or Pac-Man, which she’s been doing for hours. Her mother fell asleep a while ago, drifting off on the couch, curled up under an afghan.

“Here ya go, Remington! I know you like the apple cinnamon ones!” Grant hands her the bag, instead of tossing it in her general direction.

Behind him, Chester is holding a bag of his own and normally he would be happier. But there’s something in his eyes, a look that says whatever he’s feeling won’t be eased by any sort of dessert.

Cora stirs from her slumber to the sight of her children sitting on the floor, eating sugar far too late and her husband grinning wildly, his eyes lit up with the sort of excitement that she only sees during hunting season or when it’s time for them to be man and wife behind closed doors.

“How did it go?” she asks, dread creeping into her voice. Because deep down she knows.

The children don’t see what their father shows their mother, but they see the look on her face. Cold anger and then what they’ll come to realize is faux-calm and sweetness. “Go put that on the vanity. I’ll look at it later.”

For once, Grant listens.

And after that night, Leslie Vernon becomes a dirty word in Glen Echo. Some parents do their best to try and make their children forget. But he’ll never be allowed to rest, his story becoming a campfire tale to titillate, instead of the tragedy it is.

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Present Day

The first glimpse of her is through the gaps in the bookshelves. It’s not much, barely enough for him to confirm that she’s who he came here to find. This trip into town isn’t going to be too much of a waste after all.

Ever since he had come to Glen Echo and slowly begun to establish himself, Leslie has tried to avoid going into town too much. He needs to be established, to avoid suspicion from the local authorities. His debut needs to go off perfectly, or else there would be no further outings. Being new in town, with his name, had already earned him some vaguely suspicious looks from the locals. If he started anything too soon, then they would immediately suspect him.

In the grand scheme of things, twenty years isn’t that long ago. Sure, change has probably come to Glen Echo, but this is still the town where they believed that an abused child lashing out was possessed by unfathomable evil and the only solution was to kill him. The participants in that act are likely still relatively young. At least they’re young enough to put up a fair fight, maybe the chase would be worth the effort.

Though going after those responsible for the events of twenty years ago isn’t high on his agenda. While Leslie could do that, he needs to fly under the radar and he can’t do that if he’s asking about his murder of his ‘distant cousin’.

In fact, if this hadn’t fallen into his lap, he wouldn’t be here, looking for the one person in town who seems to care about Leslie Vernon almost as much as he does.

The night before, he had been at the bar, just taking in the locals when a man a few stools down had started running his mouth after consuming three beers, at least by Leslie’s count. The man, Grant, had been complaining about his daughter, who had returned after a long absence, from what Leslie had been able to gather. He would have written the man off as just another drunk if he hadn’t name dropped.

“Damn bitch won’t leave it alone.”

The man’s bitterness can be heard throughout the bar, and normally Leslie wouldn’t pay any attention to the man, but it’s been quiet all night and he’s been nursing this one beer for a while, so he’s bored. It’s either listen or leave. He almost goes with the latter, but then the man says the magic words.

“It’s been twenty years. Don’t understand why she gives a shit about Leslie Vernon.”

It had been easy to move closer to the man and listen to what he had to say. The man, who the bartender had called Grant, had quite the mouth. In less than an hour, Leslie knew the name of his troublesome daughter, the name of her podcast, she had returned to Glen Echo to help care for her ill mother, who had died recently and that Grant could not wait for her to leave again.

From there, Leslie had been able to track down the podcast in question. Solved But Sinister focused on true crime, cases that had been solved but still haunted the host. As he listened to the episode on Ed Gein, Leslie tracked down her myspace page. A journal entry said that she would be at the bookstore to take advantage of a sale and he had been able to pinpoint when she’d be there from other posts, even though they were vague. There weren’t many photos of Remi Lockton available online, but he only needed one to be able to find her. Though the small, low-quality photo didn’t do her justice.

The first thing Leslie notices is that she has nice hands, which come into view when she puts a book back on the shelf. Elegant fingers, the nails painted a pleasing shade of dark red, though there are small chips in a few places. There are a few rings, though none on her left ring finger. He watches as she plays with her hair, which makes him realize that her hair is actually in what looks like hundreds of tiny braids.. The plain silver stud in her nose is new, it was not in any of the pictures he was able to find. She’s wearing a long red, flowing skirt that looks straight out of the 60s or 70s and a black tank top. There’s a tattoo on her right forearm. An apple with a ribbon around it, the text on the ribbon reading ‘hell is’, with ‘other people’ under the apple.

It’s the perfect opening. So he makes his way to where she is, sidling up next to her, pretending to be interested in Steinbeck for a few moments before he speaks.

“I love fruity tattoos.”

All he gets in response is a blank stare, then her brows furrowing as her dark eyes went to her arm and then back to meeting his. “Oh…because of my tattoo. I get it. Kinda funny.”

It’s not the reaction he expected. Leslie is at a loss, unable to come up with a response to that. How can you respond to nothing?

“Do you approach strange women in bookstores often or is this your first time?” Remi asks, the corners of her mouth quirking upwards. Leslie feels oddly relieved over this being salvageable. Her voice is less modulated than it is when she does her podcast, but it’s still got the same effect. Steady, but honeyed words pass her lips. Her pleasant, almost sweet voice confirms why her show is popular despite the otherwise low production value

"You got me. I don’t do this often.” Leslie rubs the back of his head, smiling sheepishly. “And now I’m aware of how that was kinda creepy.”

“No, you pulled it off. Somehow.” She smiles fully now and he finds the sight pleasing. “I’m Remi.”

Leslie shakes her hand for a moment too long, but she doesn’t seem to mind. “Leslie.” He’s not going to tell her his last name just yet, not when his first name made her smile waver and caused her to gulp just a bit. “It’s a family name. Firstborns get stuck with it a lot.” That seems to put her at ease. He can see the tension leave her body language.

“Nice to meet you. I take it you’re new in town.”

“You could say that. Used to come here when I had family in town but it’s just me now.” Not exactly the truth, but as far as he knows, this isn’t the situation that calls for the truth. It’s not like he’s going to be spending the rest of his life with this woman. Before she can say anything else, he quickly switches topics. “So, what’s Remi short for?”

“Guess.” She’s not asking him, she’s telling him, her voice still playful, but with a hint of firmness that makes it obvious, at least to him, that he must guess. And to his surprise, he kind of likes it.

“Remedy.” It’s the first thing that pops into his mind and it makes her giggle, her hand going to cover her mouth for a moment, likely attempting to muffle the snorts that come with her laugh. It doesn’t work, not entirely. He doesn’t care, not that he has any right to.

But for the first time in a long time, Leslie likes the sound of someone’s laugh.

“I fucking wish.” Remi shakes her head, dropping her hand. But before she does, he notes a ring on her right ring finger. The silver of the claddagh ring stands out on her umber skin and he nearly smiles when he realizes it’s turned outwards. While he’s far from Irish, at least he thinks so, he knows enough to know that it means she’s single. Leslie tells himself that the warmth spreading through him is because there’s one less complication.

“Are you gonna tell me?” Leslie asks, holding eye contact. Her eyes aren’t that dark, and yet they make him think of some vague abyss.

“That’s something you have to earn, Leslie.” Remi smirks, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. He likes the sound of his name when she says it and for the first time, he’s happy that he chose a persona that shares his real name.

“How can I earn it?”

Remi pauses, biting her lower lip. “Do you know any magic tricks?” It’s not what he expected, but he can’t deny that’s what he wanted to hear.

“I’ve been known….” Leslie says, prepping the trick, maintaining eye contact to keep her focus off his hands. “To dabble in the dark arts.”

“How dark are we talking?”

“You have no idea,” Leslie grins as he pulls the coin seemingly from behind her ear. It’s not currency, just a souvenir coin from the Grand Canyon he had picked up on his way to Maryland. “Voila.” He holds out the coin for her to examine, which she does.

As she takes it, he runs a finger along one of hers, not even really meaning to do it. It just happens and he should know better than to slip up. Stuff like that is just going to get in the way of his plans. Even if he’s having a bit of a mental block, that doesn’t mean he can go gallivanting around town.

But that bit of contact sends a frisson of sensation down his spine and by the look in her eyes, Remi has to be feeling something too. It’s the most Leslie has felt in a long time, at least when it comes to another person. This should make him want to leave, not glance down at the books in her basket in hopes of finding a reason to continue the conversation,

Hannibal, Three Weeks In October, The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon and Outlander. The latter is the odd man out, maybe an attempt to diversify her reading material. So he chooses to ignore it and focus on the rest.

“One of the greatest love stories of our time.”

“You’ve read Outlander?” Remi furrows her brow, clearly skeptical. She stares him down, her eyes practically burning into his soul.

“Oh, I’m talking about Hannibal. It’s a damn shame that they cut it out of the movie.”

“Spoilers.” But she’s smiling, her eyes are practically twinkling. “You owe me for that. Even though I saw it coming a mile away.” Remi tucks a braid behind her ear, biting her plush lower lip for a moment. “Maybe I should spoil Stab 5. You look like a Stab guy.”

“I am. How did you know I haven’t seen it yet?” The theatrical release of the movie had been limited and short, due to a studio issue, which was likely also the reason it had taken longer than usual to be released on home video. So it’s a logical assumption. But a superfan would have found a way to see it.

“Call it a lucky guess. You did just move here, after all. Moving is…hectic. Believe me, I know.” Remi checks her watch and sighs. “Shit, they’re gonna close soon.” It’s a half hour until closing, which some might not consider ‘soon’, but it’s oddly adjacent enough to be considerate. It says more than one would think. “So…I’ll see you around?”

“Yeah. Hopefully soon.” Leslie smiles and walks away, still feeling that oddly warm sensation in his chest.

‘Soon’ is five minutes later, outside of the bookstore. Leslie is pretending to consider what part of the Glen Echo nightlife to experience next when Remi comes outside.

“Exciting town, huh?” she says dryly, lingering next to him.

“I’ve been in worse places.” It’s not exactly a lie. Glen Echo isn’t very stimulating when the residents aren’t being whipped into a frenzied mob, but it’s better than the hospital. At least he has his freedom here. “It seemed a lot more exciting when I was a kid. I have no idea where to go to kill time.”

Instead of prying, Remi manages to surprise him yet again. “Want to take a ride with me?” No further information is offered, and Leslie can’t figure out what her game is. She has an excellent poker face.

As they walk to her car, Leslie tells himself that this is the research. Though for what eludes him.

The large station wagon is a dull brown, the back decorated with stickers that he doesn’t get a chance to study before she opens the passenger side door for him. The car is mostly neat, save for a fast-food bag on the floor in the back, a jacket and some boxes in the backseat and an empty coffee cup in the cupholder. There’s a backpack on the floor of the passenger seat area, which she moves to the backseat before he gets in.

“It’s a bit out of the way, but worth it,” Remi says as they drive down the town’s main street, towards the more rural parts of the already rural town.

“Are you taking me out there to kill me?” he asks mirthfully. She glances at him out of the corner of her eye with a wry smile.

“Let’s see where the night takes us.”

A little voice in the back of his mind tells him how fucked he is. Leslie chooses to ignore it.

By now, Remi can find the Vernon house from any point in Glen Echo. It’s her sick little talent that has only been useful once; tonight.

Coming back for more than a few days had never been part of the plan. But then her mother had gotten sick. The cancer had summoned Remi back to the town that Remi hated so much that it burned. If it weren’t for her sister, Remi would have moved back to Baltimore a long time ago. But Harper was only nine, a little kid. Leaving her felt wrong, even though their father treated Harper better than he had treated Remi at that age. But without their mom, that could change. Though tonight, Harper was at a sleepover. The next fifteen hours were all Remi’s.

And she was choosing to spend them with a total stranger.

Of course, her mind had gone to the obvious place when he’d told her his name. Remi, her brother and their peers had claimed to not remember that night, contributing to it becoming a distant event in everyone’s minds. People talked about it as if it had happened in the 1880s, not the 1980s. That had never sat right with Remi, even when she’d been a kid.

No one was going to pay for that night, not when it had been a team effort. But the truth still needed to be put out there. Or at least something close to it.

“How much do you know about the town’s history?” Remi asked, derailing the small talk. They were getting close, after all. Now was as good a time as any.

“Not a whole lot. But I’m down for a history lesson.” Leslie actually sounds interested, as opposed to feigning interest in hopes of getting to cop a feel later.

“We only have one interesting story. But it’s a doozy.” They’re on the path leading to the house. It’s too overgrown and unused to be called a driveway at this point. “And it happened right here.”

The house comes into view right then. It’s rundown, no one has ever even tried to make it look good. It certainly looks the part of a house from an urban legend. “No one has lived here for twenty years. Not since…what happened.”

It’s the first time that Remi has been to the Vernon house since her return to Glen Echo. Just as it had the first time she had come here, it fills her with a sense of foreboding. And she knows why, it’s because she knows what happened here. The house isn’t haunted or filled with bad energy. She turns to Leslie, does her best to smile. For a moment, she considers holding out her hands for him to take, but she chooses to just gesture for him to follow her instead.

The door groans loudly when she pushes it open. There is a thick layer of dust over everything, it’s clearly been a while since anyone has been here. Not even local teens have been using it to party, it seems. It’s dark, but Remi has a battery operated lantern in her backpack, a purchase from earlier in the evening. There was also a bottle of wine and some batteries, both for the light and her vibrator. Until she had met Leslie, her plans had been to spend the night in her trailer, getting wine drunk and masturbating

“This is the old Vernon place. It used to be nice. The apple orchard was beautiful back when I was a kid. They act like it happened a long time ago, but it didn’t. It all went down only twenty years ago.”

Remi does a bit of a spin when she turns to face Leslie, who is staring at her with an intensity that makes her stomach clench. The hem of her skirt flares out with the movement, settling back down as she resumes her tale. “Molly Vernon was….attacked by a drifter and had a son as a result. It’s not my place to theorize what her mental state was. But I can recount the facts. The whole town knew what was going on. Even some of the kids. But no one did anything to help poor Leslie Vernon. Maybe it was some sins of the father bullshit. Or maybe they didn’t want to invite scrutiny into their own homes. It’s a small town, after all. Too small sometimes.”

When she had returned, practically the whole town had heard before she had finished moving her things into the trailer at the edge of her family’s property. Though it was not always bad. People had supported the Lockton family during her mother’s illness and her funeral had been packed. They were still bringing food and offering help as of a week ago. It was nice, in its own way. Though most of the people who were doing that weren’t involved in what had happened twenty years ago.

“Eventually, Leslie snapped. Or so they say. Honestly, I don’t blame him, if he did it. The story is that he killed his step-father, stabbed him to death and threw him in a shallow grave. And then he hung his mother from a tree. Some local kids found her hanging from there. Some say she was still swinging, but it had been days. So probably not.

“It didn’t take long for them to figure out who did it.” Remi pauses, staring at nothing as the memories came rushing back. “The cops took too long figuring out what to do. So some of the men…fathers, husbands, a bunch of ordinary guys, decided to take care of it themselves. They got together in the middle of the night and grabbed him out of this very house. They dragged him to the falls and threw him over.”

There’s a hitch in her voice by the end. Even now, after spending several years studying monsters in human clothing, Remi still can’t grasp why they did it. It just feels so wrong. Everyone had known what had happened in this house for that poor boy’s entire life. And they hadn’t cared. Not until it was too late and even then, they had been focused on the wrong thing.

“Hey, hey…” Leslie approaches, closing the gap between them, a hand coming up to touch her face. Remi needs to stop herself from flinching. It’s been a long time since she’s had anyone touch her like that. “Don't think about it right now.” He ducks his head down and brushes his lips against the neck, so gently that it makes her shudder, hands going to grip his arms.

“Okay…”

It’s easy not to think when Leslie’s mouth feels so divine. Remi finds herself guiding him towards the old, worn sofa, wanting more of the kisses that are coming closer and closer to her mouth every time he makes contact. This isn’t like her, not at all. She’s always kept everyone at a distance. Always been the girl on the sidelines, the designated driver, the one who didn’t participate because not doing so felt safer. Easier.

But this is the easiest thing of all.

They’re kissing on the sofa, his hands respectfully planted on her hips while her hands are on his shoulders. It’s almost like she’s been possessed. People have always been a bit of a mystery. As hard as she had tried, and Remi had spent a good deal of her life trying, she couldn’t fully understand most of them. But there was something about Leslie that drew her in, made her want more.

"I didn't think a campfire story would get this sort of reaction." She laughs a little, leaning in for another kiss

"I've heard that story before, I like the way you tell it." Leslie kisses her again and again, stroking her head for a moment, fiddling with the ends of some of her braids.

“Oh?” Remi giggles, actually giggles, for the second time that night and somewhere in the back of her mind, she notes that he’s made her giggle twice in one night and no one usually can. Maybe this guy is special.

“Yeah. I, uh…, actually used to come here all the time as a kid.” Leslie pulls back, rubbing the back of his neck.

Realization dawns, despite how his hands have started going up her torso, along her ribs. She pulls back, her lips feeling swollen, her lip balm long gone. “Your last name is Vernon, isn’t it?”

Leslie’s hands finally lift and for the briefest of moments, Remi feels bereft. “Yeah,” he mumbles, looking away. “I, um, decided to come back. Kind of. I don’t live here.”

“Yeah, I gathered that.” If someone was living here, they would be someone that clearly needed help. The house was still as worn down, bordering on dirty, as it had been for a very long time. “So you just let me tell you all of that. I must have sounded like such a fucking asshole, Jesus-.”

“No, you didn’t.” Leslie grabs her hand, pulling her closer to him. “You made it sound better than anyone else. It felt real. Instead of just a story. I had to piece together what happened, because no one told me the whole thing. So…thank you.”

It’s all she’s ever wanted to hear. The one thing that would make her shrivel up and die, or at least want to, is to hear that she’s become the sort of person she hates. Lurid, exploitative content had been why she started the show. The facts were what mattered, not flair. And for the most part, she was able to be objective.

The Vernon case was one of the ones that just got to her.

“Thanks. It really means a lot…” It feels so banal but it’s all she can say. It’s easier when she just has to type a response. Something about hearing it in person feels strange. It makes her tongue feel thick, heavy. Actual words become blocked in her throat and only generic phrases can get out. And somehow, Leslie makes it worse.

People shouldn’t make her feel that way.

But Leslie is murmuring that she did such a good job and it’s making her feel weak. Her knees almost feel as if they’re twitching as her body almost goes entirely limp, sagging against his. His hand goes up her torso, fingers skimming along the cotton of her shirt before his palm finally, finally, reaches the swell of her breast. His hand is so warm that she can feel it through the layer of fabric.

There’s something about the feeling of her hardened nipple against his thumb, even with her shirt in the way, that sends Leslie to a whole other plane of existence. A place where his plans didn’t exist, a place where it was only the two of them and nothing else mattered. Not even them being on a couch that hadn’t been used in decades, worn and musty.

That need to feel more overtakes him and his hand moves away, her mouth parting, as if to protest, before closing as his hand slides under her shirt. Leslie flinches as his fingers brush over bare skin, even before he cups her bare breast, finding an odd delight in her not wearing a bra.

“So warm,” he whispers, noting that even that relatively neutral statement makes her twitch against him. It makes him kiss her harder as his other hand disappears inside of her shirt, unable to stop touching her. She kisses back, her tongue shoving into his mouth. It’s hungry, primal, even before he sinks his teeth into her plush lower lip. The noise she makes isn’t one of displeasure, quite the opposite. Remi is practically whimpering into his mouth, as if asking for more.

And who is he to deny her?

“Good girl.” It just slips out of his mouth, and he twitches, fucking twitches, in his pants even before he begins to pull up the hem of her skirt. It seems endless, like pulling scarves out of a hat, but he finally has it bunched up around her thighs and he’s slotted between her legs. “Can I?” Leslie asks, not sure what he’s asking for.

“I’m a…I’m a…” Her eyes dart about and she licks her kiss swollen lips. “I’ve never done…it before.”

Survivor Girl material rings out in his mind, an intrusive thought that makes him nearly flinch. It’s not exactly familiar territory for him either, not that it matters. This isn’t the place for that, even setting aside that this isn’t even a date, he just met her.

“We don’t have to do that.” Leslie shifts his body around, trying not to grind directly against her. “There’s other stuff we can do. If you want.”

“I want to.” She’s looking at him with blown pupils, her lips parted even after she’s done speaking. Leslie can feel how much it aches between his legs but he’s not focused on that. His mind is focused on what’s under that skirt, how warm and wet she is, even when his fingers first brush against her bare flesh. She shudders, clenches her thighs.

“You’re so wet.” Leslie is in awe, fascinated by how her body responds to his touch. A finger slowly slides inside and she gasps, but doesn’t try and pull away.

There’s something different about having someone else’s finger inside of her. Remi closes her eyes tightly, unable to process what’s happening, despite knowing what’s happening. It doesn’t hurt, but it’s verging on too much, even before his tongue grazes over her clit. She needs to clap a hand over her mouth as his mouth just keeps going, a second finger sliding in as his tongue seems to find places that even she has no idea about.

It's too fast, but she can’t help but enjoy it, she needs more and more. Remi has barely let anyone cop a feel before and now there’s a man between her legs, feasting on her like he’s never had a meal before in his life.

“You taste so fucking good.” He comes up for breath, looking at her in a way that makes her stomach twist and her hands go to his hair, pushing him back because she’s so close and when it happens, she’s screaming, lost in the sensations that are coursing through her.

When she finally starts coming down, Leslie is on her, kissing her and she doesn’t care that she can taste herself on his lips. He’s hard against her thigh and he ruts against her for a few moments. And then he’s gasping too, bucking against her as he comes in his pants.

They just stare at each other for a few moments, the silence lasting forever before she speaks.

“I’m not looking for anything,” Remi whispers, unable to stop herself. “If that’s like…what you thought. I’m sorry. But there’s a lot going on in my life and I don’t know if I can really commit to anything.”

“Hey, I’m not looking for anything either. Just wanted to have a good time.” Leslie smiles and for a moment, she considers changing her mind.

But instead, she gets up and they walk out of the house, back to her car, in near silence. It’s not uncomfortable and when she turns on the radio, he sings along in a way that makes her smile.

“See you around,” Remi says after she drops him back off at his car.

“Maybe you will,” Leslie replies. As he walks away, a little voice in the back of his mind says that the maybe is a damn lie, he’s going to make sure he sees her very soon.

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