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canyouhearthevoices · 1 year

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ATEEZ Theory TidBits Ep 10 - What did ZERO: FEVER Part 3 contribute to the storyline?

ATEEZ’s eighth album, third in the FEVER series.

In this post;

Materials included in the album

Additions to the storyline

Meaning of the album name

Track breakdown

Reactions from the fandom

Important motifs and storyline elements which were added

My perspective on the storytelling (from a screenwriting kid)

Quality of the album

Other important things to note

Conclusions

The album was the glorious return of the one and only, our Lord and Saviour Mingi. It was also the less-than-glorious return of the ATINYs-vote-for-the-title-track system, where, yet again, ATINYs voted incorrectly. But let’s put that aside. Because ‘Deja Vu’ and ‘Eternal Sunshine’ were both great, and used the inspiration from their respective films in a very interesting way in relation to the storyline. This was also when both the storyline and budget came back in full force. And, let me tell you, it showed.

Full discussion below the line.

Materials included in the album

Only the particularly important things, not the random, daily content that groups put out as part of their... existence. Everything ATEEZ does have some references or relevance to their storyline, but that doesn’t mean that all ATEEZ storyline content is created equal.

Album - physical, with three versions including Diary ver.

MVs - Eternal Sunshine, Deja Vu

Dance practice/choreo videos, or other performances, for ‘Eternal Sunshine,’ ‘Deja Vu’ and ‘Not Too Late.’

The regular contents; teasers, reaction videos, vlives and so on.

Logbook roughly 67-79. This also includes content from the ‘FEVER eXtended edition’ concert

Additions to the storyline

This was a funny one. Let’s start with the easy stuff. ‘Eternal Sunshine,’ as the name would suggest, describes how the members lose their memories, happiness, etc, after the Cromer is broken (in the final scene of ‘Deja Vu.’) It also had other themes, like looking at the relationships between the members, hope in hopeless times, and, strangely, the seasons. Although, then again, ATEEZ’s storyline is heavily connected to time, so the seasons showing the passing (or lack thereof) of time is not so surprising.

There’s also a random out-of-happy-character in the MV where Hongjoong gets dragged through the train carriage so that was a bit weird.

‘Deja Vu’, on the other hand, was a little odd. It had the obvious sinister elements - Wooyoung with his flower, the red lighting, the possessed dance, Wooyoung killing San, Hongjoong being crazy, and so on and so on. It seemed like it was gearing up for some final confrontation. But it also had a futuristic theme in the MV. Where the hell did this come from? ATEEZ have never had futuristic concepts before. Sleek and stylish, yes. Fantastical and Gothic, yes. But never futuristic. Unless you want to get technical with me and talk about ‘The Awakening of Summer,’ but, not only was that a KINGDOM performance, but it was also a different ‘type’ of futuristic. ‘Awakening of Summer’ was grungy, the kind of thing you’d see where the rich elite get all of the tech and the street kids are running around trying to stop the government. If you’ll forgive my gamer self, it’s like a Lucio-Symmetra from Overwatch situation. Or a Piltover-Zaun from LOL situation. You know? It’s all about class disparities and that jazz. But the ‘deja Vu’ futuristic was near-future futuristic, where everyone gets the technology but it’s kind of... off. As would be expected from something inspired by the Matrix.

Which is interesting, because ‘Guerrilla’ combined elements of both of these worlds... cue the mad theorising (FEVERteez had some kind of dream/out-of-body/alternate universe experience where they experienced both elements from the Guerrilla universe and the Treasure one, essentially Deja Vu was just possession/Cromer hy-jinks).

Um, but anyway... Let’s just say there was a LOT in this album, and it brought up a lot of questions. As we would expect, it mirrored TREASURE EP 3 a lot - possession with ‘Deja Vu’ and crazy flying things that shouldn’t fly with ‘Eternal Sunshine.’ It has similar themes, lyricism, and cinematography. But, as I (and many others) always say, context is everything, and the very different context here makes everything ridiculously different in meaning.

Don’t ask me to explain the specifics - there was so much here that I still need to figure out, and jokes on you, I’m not even a smartiny (why are you reading my blog lol?). But I’ve outlined the general, sweeping statements above, and I (and we as a fandom) will get there eventually.

Track breakdown

Deja Vu - Creepy and sexy. Yunho was killing it.

Eternal Sunshine - The real title track with the flying vehicles and everything.

Feeling Like I Do - Sweet song #1. Actually not a filler like the previous album since it had meaning.

ROCKY - Bring back Rocky! America for the win! All or nothing! Fight to the death!

All About You - Sweet song #2, also not a filler.

Not Too Late - Time to give Hongjoong a hug.

Reactions from the fandom

Well, what do I need to say? Everything else aside, most of you were probably around for this one.

ATEEZ had gained a lot of fans during KINGDOM, and, with the combination of that, Mingi’s return, Season Songs, Immortal Songs, and all the other promoting ATEEZ had been doing... well, it all paid off, I guess. The comeback was very successful and people loved it. And, of course, it had its fair share of theorising, especially inspired by the title track connections to The Matrix and Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Two films which are surprisingly popular among ATINYs.

Important motifs and storyline elements which were added

Hongjoong’s armband from the FEVER Pt 2 teasers came back for some but not all of the performances + media associated with the comeback

The Cromer. BROKE!!!

Not too much else, it just reinforced previous motifs, like the passing of time, flying things, friendship, possession, oppression, fire vs water, cars, and the glass box from ‘Say My Name.’

My semi-professional perspective of the storytelling, production and production values, etc

Top-notch, especially for Eternal Sunshine. When we have the two title tracks, one of them is usually pretty obviously lower budget, and this time it was ‘Deja Vu.’ But, as we’ve established a billion times previously, KQ/ATEEZ’s low-budget stuff is still very high in production values, and makes the absolute most of what they have. Both of the MVs were great cinematic experiences, which told compelling (if not obviously related to the main storyline) stories. The storytelling could have been more coherent if they wanted it to clearly connect to the previous material, especially through visual connections, but there was still enough there to work with, so I’m not too mad.

I like it. And it was certainly a huge jump up from the previous album. Understandably, considering Mingi, KINGDOM, and all of that.

Quality of the album

See above! Nice :)

Other important things to note

N/A

Conclusions

I actually am in love with this album. It was relatively similar to the previous one in structure and song type, but it was a billion times better - let’s just say that it had similar ideas but far better execution. The filler songs had meaning, all of the songs were brilliant, it had the two title tracks and more (and more interesting) storyline, and, of course, Mr. Mingi was back! Definitely not my favourite ATEEZ album, but it added a LOT of context to FEVER after Parts 1 and 2. 9/10 because Eternal Sunshine should have been the title track...

#ateez #atiny #ateez theories #ateez theory tidbits #fever #zero: fever #zero: fever part 3 #fever pt 3 #fever part 3

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srirachaz · 1 year

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finally finished listening to ateez’s entire discography! including japanese and english versions and every single remix of a song they released. ask me my opinions, always happy to share

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elfaegyo · 1 year

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Deja Vu

Seonghwa, Hongjoong, Yunho, Yeosang, San, Mingi, Wooyoung, Jongho Eum algo itji beoseonal sudo eoptji Jeomjeom ppajyeoga Save me Please don’t leave me Galmange mogi ta Woah Oh Deopchil deuthan ikkeullime gamgakmajeo mudyeojyeo nan Nunape itneun neon kkuminji hyeonsirinji hwansanginji Kkumeseo kkumeul kkun deuthan geol Oh nae mome jeonyuri neol Gieokhago itneun geot gata I know you get…

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theragethatisdesire · 11 months

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aot men as dads - headcanon!! some 18+!!

includes: eren, jean, reiner, & levi

i'm still working on some full-fledged one-shots and parts of my series', but i'm nannying for the summer and have BABY FEVER. please enjoy my little headcanons of my fav aot men as dads <3

DISCLAIMER: some of this post contains MATURE CONTENT that is intended only for those over 18. if you are a minor, please do not read below the cut.

Eren

ok but eren is such a cringe dad lol

buys himself all of the #1 Dad! merch. he’s got mugs, tshirts, hats, all of it, and all of it went on his credit card.

10000% a girl dad. loves all the little dresses and bows; he puts your daughter’s hair in its first bun, nearly tears up when she points at his matching hairstyle and babbles “like da-da!”

you have to parent eren as much as the children. when you turn the corner into the living room where he’s supposed to be having “quiet time” with your toddler only to find that they’re buried in a pillow fort and eren’s signed his own name in crayon on the wall next to your daughter’s scribblings. “babe, we can just repaint it! she’s being creative.”

loves when you’re pregnant. after your first, eren keeps a calendar on the wall marking off the days until it’s safe for him to fuck you again, fuck a baby right back into you. already has a breeding kink before your first. develops a lactation kink after.

TERRIFIED (and i mean terrified) of hurting your little angel. has absolutely zero concept of “cry it out”; if he hears his baby crying, he’s sprinting into the next room, kissing a nonexistent boo-boo.

refuses to admit it but he has no backbone when it comes to your daughter wanting literally anything. she wants it, she gets it.

favorite thing in the world is matching outfits. favorite. “babe, where’s her green hoodie? i’m wearing mine today for the park!” “of course it matters, we have to match! on that note, where’s yours?”

lets your daughter use his hair to learn how to braid. usually has a few pink hair ties or glittery clips sticking out of it when you come home from a mom’s night out.

really big on your baby getting to see the world. drags you on vacation to any place he can think of, even as you try to explain to him that she can’t form any long term memories yet. “but baby, she’ll have pictures. how many kids in her class can bring a picture of them at the eiffel tower to their first show-and-tell?”

accidentally ruins santa and the tooth fairy for your daughter. cries harder than she does over it.

aggressively vets babysitters. ends up settling for a nursing student in the labor & delivery school who’s the oldest of seven children and probably more knowledgeable about child development than both of you combined, but he’s still suspicious.

wants to watch while you push, watch his baby come into the world. you’ve never seen a sweeter sight than eren in his scrubs, crying while holding your baby girl.

Jean

most people picture eren as being the roughhousing dad, but it’s jean, and i will die on this hill.

freaks out every time he drops your first boy while throwing him around like a ragdoll, but he’ll never stop because “listen!! he’s laughing!”. when it comes to the rest of them, he’s experienced enough now to tell the difference between a real booboo and an imagined one, and he simply brushes their little pants off caringly before shouting “now you tackle me!”

jean’s got no gender preference for your first, or the rest of your little brood for that matter. he raises them exactly the same, regardless: tough.

it takes him awhile to get used to the concept of babies’ minds. you’ve walked in on him having full-blown arguments with your shrieking toddlers several times. “what’s not making sense? if you let your goldfish ‘swim’ in the toilet, it dies, simple as that.”

plays “bad cop” for you because you’re terrible at it, but he’s always having to turn around and snicker into his elbow in the middle of scolding because your babies get the same little throbbing forehead vein as you when they’re mad

wants a big family, and gets it. you practically have to drag him to get his balls snipped after your fourth, him reminding you that “it’s reversible!” the entire way there.

the newborn phase is his favorite. he’s rarely home for any longer than ten minutes without scooping your most recent addition into his arms, squishing their little cheeks and marveling at their gurgling noises.

the kids never give him anxiety, but when you’re pregnant??? jean’s a wreck.

“do your feet still hurt, love?” “what do you mean you have indigestion? that could be the baby coming!” “of course we can’t have sex, what if we poke its little head?”

definitely the dad that’s got a delivery bag and a backup bag and an emergency third backup of the backup bag in his car at all times. the first week of your third trimester, he starts watching you suspiciously for any signs of labor, even though this is your fourth together. you think you’ve got it down by now, you tell him, but he won’t listen.

always gets the kids to work together on little surprises for you. every mother’s day they wake you up with breakfast, every valentines day your dining room table is covered in handmade cards, every birthday your kitchen is coated in flour from jean and four little ones attempting to bake

SO HARD to drag him out for a date night. he wants to bring them everywhere: the fancy restaurant, the couples' get away trip

jean's that dad standing in the bar, watching the game, beer in hand, with an occupied baby carrier strapped to his chest

wants to watch during delivery, but he passed out the first go-round, so now he’s content standing up by your head, trying not to turn white as you squeeze his hand hard enough to break.

talks you into just one more on your fourth’s second birthday. “they’re all so big now. don’t you miss it, babe? my baby in your belly? c’mon…” turns out he reversed that vasectomy without telling you

Reiner

another girl dad. hardcore girl dad.

buys his little princess all number of dresses and barbies, is confused when she’s more interested in the baseballs her classmates have.

accidentally raises the most tomboyish, toughest little girl. still babies her, and she hates it.

cries more than you do on your first date night out when you leave her with your mom. forgets to order his entree at the restaurant because he’s watching the baby monitor app on his phone.

definitely the best at splitting baby duties with you. reiner’s up before you most nights when she wakes, grabbing a bottle and cooing at her lovingly even as she screams. you always try to stay awake to watch him on the baby monitor, though, heart melting as his massive arms rock the tiny bundle back to sleep.

all the neighborhood kids love him because of his size. at every cookout, reiner can’t help on the grill because he’s buried in the grass in a little army of toddlers, led by your daughter, shrieking with joy.

always taking pictures. literally always. unflattering ones when you fall asleep breastfeeding, candids at the zoo, eighteen identical pictures of the lock of hair from her first haircut clogging up his camera roll.

can’t be the bad cop. literally ever. he just can’t say no to his little princess, can’t break her precious little heart by telling her that throwing her food onto the floor is bad.

takes your daughter to mommy & me classes with him

DILF DILF DILF. all the moms in the classes swoon over him and gossip about him when he’s not there; much to your annoyance, reiner never notices, insisting that they’re his “mommy friends”.

always sporting a little bit of glitter on his face or a sticker on his back from your daughter

coming from a fatherless background, reiner nearly kills himself trying to be a constant presence in your daughter’s life (you have to remind him that he has to rest too)

never misses an open house night at school, even if it nearly gets him fired. coaches all of her sports teams. literally almost cries when she makes her first soccer goal. actually does cry when she tells you the boy sitting beside her in class called her his girlfriend. full-blown breakdown on her first day of school, so bad he has to stay home from work.

the absolute BEST through your pregnancy and delivery. always cooking your craving of the week, constant foot and back rubs, stays up all night with you for the three days before the birth when you’re just too swollen and miserable to sleep.

holds your hand through the entire delivery, gets in the doctors’ way when they’re performing checkups because “i’m her father, i need to know what’s going on”

Levi

levi never pictured himself as having children, but when your little surprise arrives, blinking up at levi with his own grey, owlish eyes, levi can’t believe he hadn’t thought of it sooner.

very easily irritated with anyone asking questions about your home life.

when his coworkers ask for your newborn’s name, levi simply says “child.” are you two trying again? “why the fuck do you need to know?”

super overprotective. your baby waves at someone in the supermarket, and levi’s leaning down to explain (in words your eight-month-old can’t yet understand) stranger danger.

totally one of those parents that goes half-crazy trying to get their child into the top-notch, snobby preschool in town.

“we’re not wasting his intelligence on the public school”

levi grew up with basically nothing, so he goes all out buying the best baby products on the market. $2,500 strollers, researching “best baby toys for development”, the whole nine yards.

100% spends months trying to get your child to make a game out of picking up his own toys after playtime, but it never works.

has a meal plan for your child to “optimize nutrition” that you have to sneak around to give your baby little chocolates and junk snacks.

“why are there pringles in his playtime bag? they have no nutritional value.”

vets anyone that comes around your child, even other children. “no more playtime with that evan kid. he’s always got a cold or something.”

he’s always been a light sleeper, but once you have your child, levi snores beside them watching kids’ cartoons on the tv like you’ve never seen him, even drooling as his head lolls, arm tucked tight around your little one.

learned everything he could about labor and delivery beforehand

you almost killed him in the delivery room as he explained each medical detail of your labor symptoms to “reassure” you. he finally got the hint when you threatened to decapitate him.

he thinks it’s shameful, but watching you be a mother turns. him. on.

wants to take you right there when he catches you breastfeeding, watches you read a bedtime story, spin your child around laughing. you’re just so naturally good at it and it makes him love you all the more, all that love going straight between his legs.

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snug-gyu · 7 months

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[ZERO: FEVER PART 3] Jacket Making || Mingi

#edits #yh:ateez #ateez #mingi #song mingi #atzsource #kpopco #kpopccc #userbeepls #skyehi #kirberries #lunanuggets #forbelleseyes #melontrack #jennalook #isn't my bf so handsome #100

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hoeforhao · 8 months

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🏷 Kidult ▪︎ Choi Seungcheol Fic ▪︎ pt.3

↷ pairing: dad!seungcheol × fem!reader (feat!jeonghan)

↷ genre: smut with zero to no plot, just a bonus stand alone sort of to the angsty previous parts.

↷ warnings: MINORS DNI!!!!explicit language, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving ), mostly fem pleasuring, thigh kink?creampie, breeding kink, biting and marking, slightly bratty seungcheol, lots of name calling. Tell me if i missed any!

↷ summary: what happens when your husband finally caves in to his mistakes and gives you an unforgettable night as an apology.

↷ part: 3/4 pt.1, pt.2, pt.4

↷ w.c: 2.3k (how can just smut be this long lord)

↷ author's note: last part finally lord yayyy!!! after much procrastination it's here at last. I suck at writing smut and specially breeding kink, so pls bear with me♡

Permanent taglist : @feat-sun @joonsytip @dinonuguaegi

If your two day old self saw you now squished under seungcheol's bulk figure, his veiny hard length pumping restlessly around your soft pink walls while his head rested in the crook of your neck,his sweaty forehead rubbing against your collarbones and his small wet stubby nose grazing against the back of your earlobes.....she would've definitely thought it's a severe case of fever dreams!

"You're my wife y/n and even...even more the bane of my existence, you...you can look at me as long....as long as you want baby" cheol's mouth reverbed against the length of your jaw, imprinting his very own mastered piece of red and purple marks onto any exposed face of your honey skin.

"Cheollie" your gentle dovish coo brings out cheol from the nest of your shoulders and instead lands his dewy melon eyes onto your sultry cat ones.

His ears were refusing to believe what was entitled upon them.....you called him 'cheollie', the very name you used to call him everytime before he fucked up the things with you, the one you cried out while holding onto his hands with your entire life as you gave birth to the daylight of his life, and that exact same name you used to moan under him while he pumped his juices deep inside your womb.

"Can, you, keep, on, calling, me, that, throughout, the, entire, night, today, pls, love?" with each word leaving his mouth, his lips left a following kiss on your face, the last one landing on your forehead.

"You don't know how much I've missed hearing you call me Cheollie, how I've missed your little giggles these days, your cresent smile, those round cheeks pooffing up whenever you become sulky - my second adorable child!" Seungcheol's hands now traveling up your waist through over your dress, the cold metal rings drawing in a sensation you forgot you even had the ability to feel, and finally resting on the bow that was the only lock to the mystical city beneath.

"But most of all, you know what I missed?" bringing up his face from the enchanting sweat of your skin, his eyes now bore their venom into yours, hands still wrapped around your torso. "The taste of this pretty little body of yours"

Even before you could flash him with the red of your cheeks, cheol's hands shift from your back to your hips, landing a tight squeeze on the right one to let you know what your next step is going to be; and as an absolutely obedient wife you quickly catch onto his signals and push up a little to wrap your thighs around his tiny midriff.

Seungcheol walks back with you clutched onto his body like a koala, lips never leaving yours swollen ones as his legs finally hit the footboard of the queen bed.

Twirling on his feet and placing you down upon the satin sheets, oh so carefully as his you were the one last piece of Lorenzo's sculptures; something he can never afford to even tolerate a scratch on; cheol dropped himself on his knees against the velvety red rugs, hands now fixated onto your bare thighs.

"A man is said to be the lucky when his lady has thighs as thick as the towers on a monument" his lips now land onto the soft jiggly mass of your upper legs, hands slowly creeping up towards the boundaries of your panties. "And me? I'm the luckiest to have these supple smooth brawns all to myself"

"Che...cheol ahh fu-" a sharp sting grazes the heat of your skin as seungcheol bites down onto a small mound of your inner things.

"What did I say darling? Didn't i tell you to call me Cheollie, huh? Do you want that slutty cunt of yours to go unattended tonight then princess!" his words make the awaiting river in your pussy finally run free down its source.

"S-sorry cheollie, but ple..please touch me already, I can't take it anymore" your own lewd words were ringing in your ears, making those rosy cheeks become rosier by the time.

"Touch where baby? I need clear words" cheol's mouth is now dangerously close to your throbbing core, while your thighs are left stained with all shades of purple and blue.

"At...at my...ummm...you know" it wasn't your first time having sex with him after childbirth, but it was definitely the first time of him catering to your pleasures and edging you to the brink, which thus made you swallow your words down your throat again.

"Hmm?" another attack from seungcheol finds its targets on you, but this time along the linen of your already wet panties, as his teeth sharply grazed against your clothed clit.

"Fuck it! I need you to touch my pussy please cheollie, it's literally aching at this point!!!" you were never a woman of prolonged patience and that showed up quite well when you brought one of your hands from the sheets to pull onto cheol's freshly smoothed locks....the other staying back to support your arched up back onto the bed.

"That's like my girl, so horny for her man's touch!" seungcheol's hands finally find the hem of your panties, pulling them down your knees meanwhile prepping his fingers to dive right into cunt.

Teasing your sloppy folds with the tip of his slightly outgrown nails, driving you literally nuts from the painful pleasure running throughout the entire length of your sweet petals, the grip on seungcheol's hair getting tighter with every

You were brought out of the lecherous utopia with the sudden contact of a pair of soft silken lips onto the wet ones of yours. To your utter disbelief, cheol was now sucking down on your cunt, something he has done only once, on your wedding night.

"Cheol....Cheollie, what are you-" a finger coated in your slick lands on your ever so talkative pair of crescent flesh.

"Ssshh y/n! You don't know how much I've craved to have the taste of your juices on my tongue!" seungcheol was a secret master of giving oral and now you were brought to acquaint that fact as his tongue worked wonders on your clit, flicking it like it was some piece of food particle stuck in his mouth. With his every suck onto your pussy, your grip of cheol's hair kept tightening to the near extent of pulling the roots out of his scalp.....but he was too drowned in your wetness to even pay heed to his own pain.

"Cheollie I...I am nea...shit" you flooded up his face cavities with your warm discharge, completely unannounced. As cheol slowly brought up his face from the home of your pussy, your eyes got hooked onto the absolute beauty infront of you.

Your husband's face painted finely with your white secretes , a proud smirk creeping up his cum stained lips seeing how insane he's already driven you just with his mouth alone, your skin glowing like a firefly from witnessing your slick is dripping down his chin down to his lap.

"That spawn of devil bestfriend of yours can surely bring a smile on your lips, but bet he can ever see this pleasure stricken face of yours!!! It's only mine to view and only mine to keep. My pretty little slut, aren't you love?!" cheol finally gets up from the floor only to throw himself onto you, his lips entwining with yours for the umpteenth time. But this time there was a kick to the usual hungry approach.

He bites onto your lips, forcing them open just so that he can make you taste your own sweet nectar on your tongue, realise how heavenly your insides taste, why he was driven crazy to devour your cunt you after two years.

"You know even the flowers would wither away from jealousy if they get to know that their honey is nothing compared to yours" seungcheol's hands now playing with the bow of your dress, lips never leaving yours. "But alas they'll never. Cuz I'll be the only one to know how sweet my lady tastes"

"Cheollie I feel empty...i want it now please". From the moment cheol layed down his entire weight on you, you could feel his strained bulge against your stomach, hands finding an excuse to palm them at least once. So as to fuel in your cravings, you tug onto the back of his head to pull him up from your lips and fix his gaze onto your pleading kitten eyes.

"Want what baby?" seungcheol absolutely knew what he was doing, pushing you towards the edge of the cliff only to hear you begging for him or more appropriately his dick . How could you even think that he didn't notice your hand ghosting over the tent in his pants.

"This? Is this what my princess wants?" he takes your hands in his and brings them towards his crotch to finally rest them on this clothed dick.

"Y-yes please. Can't wait" you whimper under him, hands impatiently rubbing circles on his hardness until they're swished away by his, just so that he could finally bring out his aching length to the spotlight.

"This desperate for me honey? Guess I've no other options than to mend to my sweet wife's needs" the smug visible wide on his face as cheol lines up his dick infront of your hole, hands traveling up your torso to undo the bow of the dress and let it fall aside freely; your tanned glazed body now completely bare to his eyes.

"Ready love?" how you wish you could capture the exact moment cheol's eyes turned from all teasing to so soft, asking for your consent to go in, and then turning hungry again when you give an ok nod at him.

Even after being almost moulded into the shape of his cock, your pussy still clenched like shit around his length, as if trying to suck out the last drop of life from his genitals.

"Taking me in so well baby, so fuckin tight" cheol groans between thrusts, feeling your walls close up onto his dick ; hands now playing with your breasts, kneading the supple flesh like a dough with occasional twists of your nipple between his fingers. "Fucked by me so many times yet still not perfectly framed for my cock"

"Guess I've to now leave my dick curved hole into your womb for you to harbor it easy from the next time, or" his eyes light up at the sudden mischievous thought. "Or even better, fill you up with a child so that my imprint is left in there forever, so that i can see you now enjoying your lost childhood with two of my seedlings, so that we can finally change Hana's name after making her an older sister, what say love?"

Your cheeks heat up at his comment. The sheer sight of you carrying his second child, birthing again and giving Hana a sibling just instantly feels you up with pure delight and content.

Your shy little smile and that dreamy expression on your face was enough fuel for cheol to start pumping into you at his maximum pace, putting the bed at a risk of collapsing down under the intense action.

"Gonna look as heavenly as the dawn angel with my child swelling in your belly and as sultry as the night siren with my cum filling up your dirty little hole" maybe it was his words or his high thrusts that you were now close to your second orgasm of the night.

"Am gonna cum cheollie" you look up at him with the most endearing eyes one can ever witness, even in such a lewd position.

"Cum for me baby, cum on my cock, show me how good your husband makes you feel" he picks up his pace again anticipating his own climax soon.

"F..fu-fuck ahh" and with that one last thrust both of you come undone on the cream satin sheets, the thought of paying for the damages next morning never bothering the two as seungcheol was a literal walking atm.

Seungcheol's eyes stay fixed onto your legs at the sight of his cum filling up your gole to the brim and leaking down your marked up thighs. He pushes himself in you for the last few times, making sure to nestle his precious seeds deep inside your womb.

"Couldn't let even a drop of it go to waste, right?" his face paints itself with a victorious smirk as he finally pulls out of you and plops down on the bed by your side ; arms locking you in his embrace as tight as possible while his sweat stained forehead rests on the crater of your shoulders.

"Y-you won't change back again na cheollie?" the post sex doubts hit you and you're now curled up like a ball along his abs, hands gripping onto his with your entire life.

"I know I've fucked up bad y/n and no words of assurance can heal it so soon, but please let me show you through actions now, that how much both of you mean to me. You two are the literal gems of my life love, my most beautiful princesses." cheol gently releases his palms from your hold and places them on the back of your head instead, circling soft gentle pats onto your silky cascades, like a parent comforting their child.

His eyes feebly shoot up to see why you aren't replying, only to find you snoring like a kid in his warmth.

"My cute little kiddo. I will give my everything to protect this family y/n" and with that he places a soft kiss on your forehead before drifting off to his own slumber.

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mysticsublimeperson · 2 months

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<< Part 3

Merlin always has slept quietly. He didn't move much or snore, he tended to move when he was settling in, but once he found a good spot he slept like a corpse. Arthur always found that a bit funny, that he was so full of movement and life during the day and so still while sleeping.

He also found it a bit infuriating, he never really wanted to be the clingy one, it was a bit embarrassing to him at first, but Merlin never denied him, not even asleep. Arthur gravitated towards Merlin, not always a full on cuddle, sometimes that could be a bit overwhelming to Merlin, who had his spot perfectly climatized, but he always ended up having a point of contact.

Merlin found it "cute" and Arthur found that comment offensive. Merlin said that he didn't mind cuddling but that if he wanted to cuddle he needed to do it from the start, apparently Arthur was like a furnace (Arthur also found that comment offensive) and if Arthur suddenly hugged him in the middle of the night it made think there was a fire somewhere or he had developed a fever, Arthur promptly threw a boot a him.

Merlin also woke up slowly. Arthur found this really surprising. Merlin had a flexible schedule, which actually meant that he was practically enslaved. He could say anything about his job, but would never complain of the hours, he had to be there at 9 and out at 5 (not that he actually did it, but that's not the point). Merlin had the lab at the university, he had to be there at least 4 times a week, but the hours depend on the experiment, and then there was his non-profit which took most of his time. So even tho that pretty much from the moment that he woke up he was needed somewhere, Merlin always took his time to wake up.

Another shocking thing is, he never used alarm clock. Merlin woke up on time always, without help. Then he went back to sleep a couple of minutes more, or spent too much time preparing for the day, or didn't know what to do for breakfast so he froze up at the kitchen table thinking for 10 minutes... the thing is, Merlin woke up on time, but was always late.

That being said, one Arthur's favorite moments where those rare mornings he woke up first, and there was no rush, and he could see Merlin fight the wakefulness, rub his face to the pillow trying to find a cool spot, watch stretch and reach out for him. Merlin would open his eyes slowly and look for him, at him. And the way that he looked, like he was still dreaming, like Arthur was his dream. Nothing made him feel more loved, and full of love than that. It was so unrestrained, so pure.

He wanted that.

He wanted to be like that.

They didn't sleep together much, their schedule was sometimes incompatible, but when he could afford it, he stayed with Merlin, even tho it meant he had to bring a spare suit, and wake terribly early, and catch a cab, and be init for 45 minutes because of the morning traffic... just for the tiny possibility of watching Merlin wake up.

It's been almost three months since the chance of waking up next to Merlin became zero.

Arthur woke up sad, dreaming of Merlin by his side just to wake up alone in his flat, was increasingly difficult each day.

When they broke up, when Arthur accepted this, he couldn't actually imagine how ingrained Merlin was in his life. He had been there for him since (Merlin's) first day. He should have known.

Merlin was the biggest, best, and only choice Arthur had made. But he never actually committed, Merlin was his, but he could never be fully in Arthur's life. No matter that the life without Merlin was a life that he hated, he still was living it.

"I told you that yesterday was important, you knew that. And you choose him" Merlin had said.

Arthur had never seen that like a choice, never seen he actually had one. When his father talked he didn't expect an answer, so he never thought he could give one regardless. That day his father had entered his office and said that he had to a attend to a very important meeting that afternoon, Arthur tried to give options, suggested Leon as replacement, tried to tell his father that maybe he will arrive late or maybe leave early...

"Don't be difficult Arthur" Uther spoke dismissing his arguments "I don't care whatever plans you have, you have a responsibility to this company, to each and every employee and towards me. You are going to step up to the position of CEO sooner or later, you need to maintain your image, or it will reflect poorly on everyone"

Thinking back, he could not help but cringe to the condescending tone of his father. At that moment in his mind, it had seemed like a sound point, it had made sense, now all he could hear was the selfishness of it. In the end it hadn't even been a meeting, it was a fucking cocktail, a very exclusive cocktail for a gallery opening that Uther was looking to collaborate with (to put expensive artwork in his expensive buildings). Coincidentally a lot of his friends and colleagues were there, and their daughters.

Every time he thought about it he had to fight the urge to hit his head on a wall, repeatedly. He really thought that his father had his, and his employees best interests at heart.

He regrets a lot.

He hated that he hurt Merlin, he hated that it had ended up in this situation. But at the same time, he didn't hurt Merlin only that time, he had been hurting him, always without noticing, always without caring to notice.

Merlin never slept at his flat, even tho it was much more comfortable and spacious, and it was more or less the same distance to his lab. But Arthur hadn't wanted Merlin to be seen leaving his flat in case de doorman told his father or worse, that his father showed up unprompted one day and watched Merlin in his flat. So Merlin never slept there, no matter how late it was Merlin always went home, and told his doorman that he was his PA, not to rise suspicion.

He was an asshole.

And Merlin didn't deserve that.

So they needed this, yeah.

He needed time to fix it, to make himself worthy.

But he didn't know how to do that, and he was starting to feel hopeless.

It had been three months, and although in the moment he had offered Merlin to cut off Uther from his life for good in that moment, he was thankful that Merlin did not take it.

He didn't really want to leave his job.

He liked his job.

Well, he liked part of his job. It was just the expectation, and the need to make connections...

And well his father was tough, and definitely not perfect, in fact very much flawed, but it was his father. He loved him, and cut him off seemed like too much.

What could he do? He had been stuck in this point since the break up.

He needed help.

But the person who was always for him in this situations was Merlin, strangely wise occasionally.

He pulled out his phone. His friend were good and true, but the topic of Uther was complicated, most people couldn't understand why he would want to keep that relationship alive. It was also a really vulnerable topic, and he wasn't known for his heart to heart. Arthur wasn't good with feelings.

He keeps scrolling.

Gwen might understand but she was Merlin's best friend, he didn't want her to feel like she was switching sides or something, Merlin also needed someone.

The he stopped at a name at his contact page.

He didn't really know if it was a good idea. It most probably wasn't but he didn't really have any other options.

What does he have to lose?

He needed to find a solution to this, he missed Merlin, and he wanted his friend back.

He tapped the call button and waited.

Worst case scenario, he kept going like that and slowly died while Merlin tried to redo his life. Unacceptable.

"Hello?" the confusion was evident as well as the weariness, but, well, she still answered "Arthur?"

"Hello, Morgana"

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Happy Thur lovely fandom :) So sorry for being a day late. Kinda a miracle took this long for life to knock me off course tbh. Entering our final 3 eps of this rewatch. It’s the final Countdown ha This is a glorious episode top to bottom. This season really finishes out very strong. Let us begin.

5x20 S.T.R

We start off in the most domestic fluffy way. I was giddy af when this premiered. Took me awhile to get through this ep cause I rewound this part so much. They have this flirty dance as they prep for breakfast together. Tim checking her out as he places the pancake down. Not subtle in the least looking down at her chest. I love that he can shamelessly check her out now and does so. Lucy is soaking it in. I mean if Tim Bradford was openly checking me out I’d feel empowered too.

The confident way Lucy leans extra hard into Tim as her response. *fans self* Needing zero space between them if she can help it. She is eyeing those gorgeous lips of his as well. Doesn’t take much to ignite Tim around her. Moth to flame this man. Lucy pressing into him like she didn’t just have him this morning in the shower. Gah I love it so very much. Our horny little ship never getting enough of each other. I’m a puddle. Look at her seducing him with just her body language and gaze my goodness.

Tim’s soft reply of 'Hey.’ Smitten Kitten Tim reporting for duty. Getting what she is throwing down for him. *sigh* These idiots in love. I love them so much. Happiness once again looking so damn good on them. They’re both beaming in this scene. Look at the smiles on these two. Said it a few times. Forever love how one kiss is never enough. Doesn’t take much to get them going and wanting extra kisses. Tim pulling on her for more as he goes in for that second kiss.

Also Tim cooking breakfast for Lucy is so adorable I cannot. This is canon now and I love it. So nice she has someone to cook for her now unlike when she was with the clown. And for Tim to have someone who enjoys breakfast. Which he didn't have with Ashley. Tamara breaks up their love fest. Parting the Red Sea that is Chenford on her way to the fridge. Tim's reaction is so funny. Just throwing his hands up in the air all defeated.

At first he’s annoyed then Tamara says her line. Then he’s like she’s not wrong... LOL Oh Eric you’re the king of expressions sir. Let’s just take a second to to soak this moment in. They’re making breakfast together, can’t keep their hands off one another, his hands on her waist pulling her close, they can’t even keep it to one kiss. It’s glorious on so many levels. Not squeeing to death at all.

Lucy and Tim still gravitate toward each other despite Tamara's interruption. Lucy noting she thought she was sleeping in today? Ha Thought she had the morning to herself with Tim. Tamara explaining she was but the smell of pancakes woke her up. We see Tim perk up so excited to make her pancakes. He truly does love having her around it's adorable. Happy it was his cooking that awoke her. Such a dad excited she wants his cooking. I cannot.

He is so happy to make her some pancakes. What a man. I LOVE the way Lucy is looking at him when Tamara says she wants 3. He looks back at her and she cutely raises her eye brows. Just as smitten with this man as he is with her. They’re so adorable. They hear the doorbell ring and Tim freezes and says ‘shoot.’ all adorable like. Telling Lucy Isabel texted him. Her name getting stuck in his throat a little. That he totally forgot to tell her he invited her over here. Lucy stumbles and is in shock but recovers pretty nicely if you ask me.

Tim being adorable saying he is sorry. That he was gonna tell her when she got out of the shower. But then he got in the shower…oh my lord. Legit announcing they had shower sex this morning. Am I dreaming? Tim Bradford saying out loud they had little morning delight in the shower. I can't believe my ears and I'm ship drunk. S5 continues to feel like a fever dream.

Not only that but talking about their sex like in front of their pseudo daughter LOL Lucy playfully hits Tim but is still beaming at him. The shower sex was so good and distracting he forgot his ex-wife was coming over. I'm reeling. God I love this season so very much. It’s insane the glorious goodies that we got. Also must point out the necklace anytime I see it. I spy with my little eye Lucy’s Valentine’s Day gift that never leaves her neck. *internal screaming*

Lucy is so uncomfortable once Isabel is inside poor thing. Trying to be a good last second hostess. Asking if she’d like something? Isabel says coffee. Tim guides Isabel to the living room. Tamara speed walks to Lucy asking if this is the ex-wife? Lucy scolding her for being so loud I'm dying. This is hysterical.

This is such a mother/daughter moment I love it. Lucy agreeing it is odd he invited her over. Tamara's protective instinct kicking in saying she’s gonna do some research. Lucy doesn’t want this whatsoever. Scolding her once again but the train has left the station haha I love Tamara so much. I hope we get lots of her in S6.

Lucy joins Tim and Isabel in the living room. I have to say before I start. I’m so distracted by Tim’s hands in this scene. Mmm doing things to me. I know I have a one track mind when it comes to him. But look at the man... Anyways she brings up 8 years ago she was UC in the Teska family. Became a mentor to the boss’s daughter Dara. Love the little check in's they do with each other BTW as she speaks.

It's subtle their eye contact but that's their specialty. Silent communication at it's finest. Isabel tells them she got close to Dara. In that weird way you do when you’re pretending to be someone else. They have no idea what that’s like…*cough double down cough* I do love the way Lucy’s eyes dart between Tim and Isabel.

So after Frank her dad was arrested she scattered and left that identity behind. Hadn’t heard from Dara in 8 years. Until now. She had answering service for her old covers. That she left a message for her. It was a distress call and sounds like people are chasing her. She came to them because she’s out of cover. Can’t seem to find her through other channels. Tim says they can go to station get warrant for her phone. See if they can't find her that way.

Once they’re at the station Tim and Isabel are en route to Grey. Smitty welcomes him back and is awkward af with Isabel. Because well Smitty. She asks if he's back from vacation? He says no a shooting. That he just got cleared from it. Says he’s getting there but Lucy keeps trying to get him to meditate. This would be adorable to see btw. I love all of Melissa’s tea ceremony’s and meditation videos. Tim is more the kinda to take a deep breathe and go for a walk and chill like he did in 3x11 with Barnes. Their versions of meditation are vastly different LOL

I love the way Harper walks over to check in on Lucy. Forever be in awe of how they started to where they are now. Nyla being apart of Lucy’s BAMF journey still makes me so happy. Harper asking her if she’s ok with Tim working this case? Lucy letting her know it’s not a big deal…that he’s over her. Nyla shooting back she knows that. She’s making sure Lucy does. Love her looking out for Lucy. Doesn't want her to get riled up over nothing.

Clearly Harper has seen the way Tim beams around her. Knows that man is gone for her. Lucy couldn’t be cuter telling her to stop it with a playful hit. Tamara comes up ruining her 'ok vibe' with her deep dive news. Harper’s face is hilarious. She like Eric has fantastic expressions. They make me laugh so much during this scene. Tamara divulging everything she’s found. Lucy trying to spin it into something positive. That it sounds like she’s got her life together.

Tamara is instigating saying 'Or she wants Tim to see she’s doing well.' Why are you doing this to your mother? Lmao. She loves you and houses you little lady haha I do love Lucy calling herself his new girlfriend in her explanation. Yeah you are. Tamara continuing her instigating mentioning how Tim said she looked good. Also tacking on 'Keep your enemies closer...'Lucy is so exasperated with her I’m dying. Pulling that look from her husbands book.

Isabel asks how long Tim and Lucy have been dating? He says a few months. Can tell he doesn’t want to delve too much into this. Diverts it back to her. Asking if she’s seeing someone? Letting him know yes and no. That he set the bar really high. He sure did and you threw it away madam. Didn't know what she had till it was gone. I know some saw this as her trying to get him back. I didn't see it that way at all. This SL wasn't built on that. This ep had her show back up for a couple reasons. One we will see later on with Lucy but this one here was more about closure IMO. The last time they spoke or the last time we saw them really speak was back in 1x12.

A conversation where she basically blamed him partly for their marriage falling apart and her addiction. That he would be a constant reminder of it. Tim didn't walk away from that convo feeling great about himself. It inflicted some deep wounds for him actually. Those wounds showed themselves in his relationship with Ashley. By not rocking the boat and being less rigid. Him smile is a little uncomfortable and strained. I I think because one it's opening up wounds he's worked really hard to close. Two he's not totally sure he believes her words but he will take them anyways. Some closure is better than none at all.

Tim and Isabel are waiting outside a motel. They tracked Dara down here. Isabel stayed here once in hiding with her. They talk about her UC life a bit. Tim telling her how he held his breath every time she went on a long term assignment. Isabel noting even when she came back she wasn’t fully there. Even though she wanted to be.

Tim pulls his gaze from her. It’s like re-opening a wound for him once again. One that’s been healed over for while. He doesn’t want to pick at it any further. Tim tells her since she’s not a cop anymore she needs backup. Lucy is on her way to them now. Isabel can’t help but note he's dating another UC.

The sweet smile when he thinks about her has me squeeing. Nothing makes him melt faster than talking about her. Telling Isabel ‘But Lucy is different.’ Yeah she is. I love him being able to see that. He looks so damn in love as he speaks. Just giddy and gushing. Also him once again being protective over his relationship with Lucy. It makes me so happy. He couldn’t be more in love with her if tried.

The scene in the truck is fantastic. First off Lucy looks amazing. Second I adore her absolute confidence about Tim. Isabel thinking it’s about Tim she wants to pick her brain. I love her saying 'No she has Tim all figured out.' I mean she does. Has owned the book of Tim for years now. No one knows that man better than she does.

Isabel may have years on her. Knowing him longer but Lucy has her beat in knowing him better. She don’t need no cheat codes for this man haha This scene is really cute. They’re both laughing and having a good time. Tim is confused as hell trying to hear their convo LOL So annoyed and frustrated he can’t hear what they’re talking about.

Lucy gets serious and asks her about UC. If it was worth it for her? Despite all the bad things that happened? I love how honest Isabel is. I also love how this wasn’t a oooh his ex-wife comes back and causes havoc thing. So grateful they went the mature healthy route with this. Was so very lovely to see her back and healthy. Isabel coming back added to the elephant in the room. Lucy being a UC while being with Tim. Like I mentioned earlier she came back for a couple reasons. This is the other one.

Lucy getting an honest opinion about this career she's considering. Isabel is completely honest with her. Saying it took a lot from her. Her husband, her job and her self respect. But she can’t blame all that on being a UC. That she had stuff in her past that added to it. Adding in sounds like Lucy has much healthier coping mechanisms than she did. Lucy is seeking out some answers because she’s having doubts. No doubts that she can do this. Lucy is very aware she is good at it.

What she’s weighing is the cost now. Here’s my take on a Lucy with UC. Take it or leave it and I'll delve into this more at the end as well. Pre-Tim UC made ton of sense for her. Hell even Pre-Tamara as well. Now she has this little patch work family she loves. That’s what she’s leaving behind now with these OP’s. Leaving Tim behind. I think she struggling with the idea of doing so in the future. Isabel’s answer was open and honest. IF she’s prepared to make those sacrifices. IF. I don't know that she is. Not anymore. Falling in love with Tim has changed everything.

Speaking of our boy. Tim ends up calling Lucy asking if the wire is fixed? Poor love is feeling so anxious right now. He needs to know it’s working. Lucy laughs with Isabel and says a wire must’ve disconnected. Mmhmm… Does a sound check for him so he can see it’s ok. They see Dara coming back and Lucy calls him ‘Babe.’ again and I’m floating. It’s such a simple word and makes me all giddy. I need more of this in S6. I really do.

We rejoin them post-op coming home. Love her asking if he wants a beer? Such a domestic moment. We got to start with one and end with one. Fantastic. Lucy mentions 'She seems good. Happy.' Tim asking Isabel? Lucy just replies ‘Hmm.’ Tim saying yeah she deserves it. Seems like he's talking about more than just Isabel. I do love the look in his face when she says this. That empathy of hers shining through.

One of reasons he loves this woman. Genuinely being happy Isabel is ok. There is also a lot behind the second look he gives her before he sits down. How he’s staring at Lucy before he lands on the couch seems loaded. Isabel coming back has stirred up a lot for him. That lingering look he gives her. It's almost got a sad haunted look to it.

Tim has been through so much all he wants is to be happy with Lucy. Saw a sad tag about his expression. Saying how he looks like he doesn’t deserve to be happy. This broke my damn heart. Falls in love again for the first time since Isabel and she’s on the same path she was. He looks so tired and defeated by the time he sits on the couch. I wanna hug him.

We get a cute little moment before this scene turns serious. Lucy mentioning it was nice to get to know the person behind all his stories. Tim asking if that’s why they muted themselves? Ha A little serious but mostly joking. Lucy saying it was just to talk trash about him of course hehe Tim couldn’t be cuter with his smile and saying sarcastically ‘Funny.’ That Lucy smile we all know and love.

The way this man looks at her my goodness. Also let’s not skate passed the sexy stubble adorning his beautiful jawline. Or the fact that they’re drinking and chatting at the end of their day. So married. Making my heart swell. The sassing and teasing never gets old. It’s the best between them. Just hits differently now they’re together too.

Lucy looks at him and takes the plunge into what she wants to talk about. Asking if she can share something vulnerable with him? Gah I love her sharing in the first place. Tim puts down his beer and gives her his full attention. Saying of course she can. I love this first shot of them. Her beautiful view as the backdrop to start this conversation.

Lucy starting off with telling him she loves working undercover. Tim doing his Lucy smile for her. Knowing how much she truly does. Even though it kills him. Lucy goes on to say she’s never gone as deep as Isabel. Doing a 6 month run or a year long. Tim thinking he has this pegged. Voicing she's worried she won't be able to handle it?

This next line kills me. Makes me a little emotional. Because Lucy is so emotional bringing this up. Her worry for him so very evident and deep. Tears brimming in her eyes. The way she touches his shoulder gently. Voicing her vulnerability and fear about him. It’s the way she rubs her hand up and down his shoulder not making eye contact till she speaks her worry.

Ripping my heart right out. Tim putting on a brave face for her and reaches out for her hand. Embracing her warm touch. Covering her hand with his. Telling her he’ll be fine. Ugh but you won’t my love. You really won’t. Even though he knows it is different this time. Because it is. Logically he knows this. Doesn’t mean he’s going to worry any less.

Hell it might even be more worry this go around because of the PTSD. Next ep is proof of that. Lucy not fully believing him says ‘Yeah.’ Tim is refusing to be in the way of her UC aspirations. Reassuring her he will be fine. I love the way he pulls her into his arms for a snuggle. Telling her to 'Come here.'

Her leg over his thigh. *squee* I’m dying. Getting real close to snuggle in for this moment. Tim looks like he goes for her hand but lands on her knee. Lucy looks damn near ready to cry. Tim rubbing her knee/thigh soothingly. My heart. Trying to find some solace in holding her in his arms. Look at his face. This man is anything but fine. He’s so very worried.

Holding her tight to him. Taking comfort in the fact she’s with him now. Savoring they're together right now. They really need to have more conversations about this. Honest ones. Lucy doesn’t want to leave him but he also isn’t telling her to stay. Just lying liars who lie right now. We all know she would have just as much trouble if it was Tim.

This sweet cuddling is beautiful and heartbreaking all at the same time. I am excited we finally got some good couch snuggling. Tim looks absolutely terrified he’s going to lose her though. Not only lose her but to same thing he lost Isabel too. Ugh it hurts so good everyone.

The way Tim slightly shakes his head trying to kick loose his tormented thoughts. *heart clutch* His little smile though is everything. Knowing she so worth going through this again even if scares him to death. Lucy looking gutted about the thought of leaving him behind UC. Knowing he is anything but ok with this scenario. I believe she is having some doubts about being a long term UC now. I think she was hoping Tim would’ve had a different answer. Maybe given her an out about it. I think she’s being torn between what she thinks she should be and what she now wants.

She's been on on the UC path so long it scares her to get off it. I totally get it I wanted to be a dog trainer forever. When first moved to CO it didn’t happen. It was my goal moving there but it didn't happen. So I got a different job settled into that for awhile. Then when things came up for dog trainer while at this other job. I felt the need to still do it even though I was fine at my current job. Why? Because I had been on that path forever thought I had to because of that. But I wanted someone to tell me it was ok not to if I didn't want to anymore.

I think Lucy wants Tim to tell her not to so she has an out and can pursue something else. You can be amazing at something and not have it be your career path. Also her sticking with it might be little bit of that old self doubt creeping back in. Lucy thinking I’m good at UC can I be this good at anything else? Doubting she will be good at anything other than UC. I mean she doubted herself in 5x19 with the test. She has grown but those doubts can still creep back in. *sigh* These two. Both still holding back. Needing to have more convos about this for sure in s6. But what a damn good ep.

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Side notes-non Chenford

Aaron being Angela’s aide is hilarious. Also her getting the guy to confess cause she’s so pregnant and uncomfortable is hilarious.

Isabel and Lucy being bad asses on their OP was fun to watch.

Thank you to all you amazing readers who like, comment and reblog these reviews. Give me life hehe Shall see you all in 5x21 :)

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yostresswritinggirl · 2 years

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𝐊𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐢 - 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑣𝑎𝑔𝑢𝑒 𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

pairing -> Tighnari x Kshahrewar!Reader

word count -> 3,666

themes : fluff, pining, strangers to friends (to not yet lovers), spoilers to Tighnari's story quest. This is part 1 of 3.

Komorebi - sunlight, filtering through the leaves of trees. Bring to his unknowing heart these specks of warm feelings. Love the vague emotion, the innocence, the memory.

"Kulilu!"

"Paimon and Traveler will make sure to visit you every week, Karkata!"

Sensing the end of the conversation, knowing full well that they're intruding on someone's working hours, the Traveler would turn away from the mechanical crab to look at the forest watcher. Intending to say their goodbyes, his intentions were forgotten at the sight of the fox hybrid deep in thought.

Unalert for once as Tighnari's gaze lingered on the object in his hand. It was one of those pictures, Traveler deduced as he made his way over, the image getting clearer - it's a photo he hasn't seen from the pile the forest watcher had laid out when they barged into Pardis Dhyai.

"I can tell you're wondering about something," Tighnari was quick to cross his arms, photo still dangling between his fingertips. "Well? Out with it already." He was no mind reader, but he can tell what the subject could be with the way the other's golden irises followed the object of interest.

Though neither of them brought it into conversation when the floating companion was quick to open her mouth upon reaching the two, eyes sparkling with unabashed curiousity as she points at the image. "Oh! What's that one? Paimon didn't see that earlier!"

With a defeated sigh, Tighnari simply stretched his hand out to show the picture without much restraint, knowing full well that coming clean would be easier than deflecting or paraphrasing what's in it.

What the duo saw was identical to the other photos - a Sumeru scholar taking a picture with Tighnari. However, this one had obvious changes, something Paimon gasped at and exclaimed in exaggerated surprise. "Woah! Look, Tighnari's smiling in this one, how is that even possible?!" Which prompted the man in question to pull back with an unamused glare. "Oops, did I say that outloud?"

"What did I say about yelling?" Beneath all that, the Traveler continued to mull over the photo even when it was out of their sight already. There's more to it than Tighnari's rare smile. Like the fact that he wasn't in his forest watcher attire, and instead wearing the same uniform as the scholars from the Akademiya. There was also something in the hand of the unknown person, a familiar yellow flower, seemingly held in utmost care while they posed for the picture.

Huh, now that he thought about it - the Traveler zeroes in on a similar flower pinned by Tighnari's right shoulder.

"Alright, alright," the forest watcher raised his hands up in what seems to be defeat, sensing two pairs of eager eyes staring holes through his head. His ears twitched in alertness and an unknown emotion only he is privy to. "I supposed I can indulge on your curiousities seeing as you had been a great help yesterday."

Yet the moment his gaze landed on the photo again, all of him seemed to have melted, calmed in an instant. "Well, where do we start..."

The day he first saw you is permanently etched at the back of his mind, like the symptoms of a hallucination-induced fever, like the blooming pattern of a nilotpala lotus.

Unforgettable, whether he wants it to be or not.

It was one of those days where the Akademiya wasn't being a pain, and his unlikely friend wasn't bombarded with Matra work (although, if it comes to playing cards, he knew the man would make time no matter what), crowded by fellow scholars watching their duel. Genius Invokation TCG.

Tighnari didn't really know what brought him to notice, but there was some kind of pull the moment he caught the figure in his peripheral. A fellow scholar with three books in hand, not even sparing their little crowd a glance as you disappear behind the doors to the Akademiya, robes fluttering in tandem with your hurried steps.

Since then, that brief glance lingered every time he was out by the benches with Cyno, playing mat draped between them as they played. Tighnari didn't even see much other than a simple side profile, yet whenever he raises his stare from the game, he would involuntarily look for some kind of sign.

Despite anticipating and searching, it was still a shock the next time he'd seen you around, in full view for him.

This time you're part of the crowd, spectating their routine game while still being a modest distance away from their space.

You were leaning a bit, trying to look at Cyno's cards over his shoulder. That was an enjoyable experience watching your unsuspecting self look as serious as his opponent, nodding when he assumes that a good card was pulled, shaking your head when it wasn't, and cringing when a particularly bad move was made.

It was even better when Cyno looked quite proud of his turn while you're behind him sputtering; usually when that happens, Tighnari wins the round without fail.

When there's more than two books in your arms during break time, he's come to learn that you wouldn't linger for much longer, or at all.

So on the rare times that you could, the fennec fox hybrid would ask for another round, something that his companion would usually do.

He thought he was being slick.

Even though this impulsive behavior are unexplainable even to him.

Cyno speaking brought him back to reality, prying his attention from your fleeting figure, four books threatening to slip out of your arms.

"Pardon?" The general's fiery gaze was also faraway, until he made eye contact.

Cyno repeated the unfamiliar name. "That's the name of the Kshahrewar scholar you kept looking at."

"How do you know them?" The shock of the information overrode his embarrassment of being caught looking at you.

Placing his cards face down, the white-haired man leaned back on his hands as if preparing for a long conversation. "The Matra investigated them a while ago," his tall ears stand taut at the news, tense. "Something about taking electives for every darshan. The Akademiya thought that they were scheming about distributing the knowledge illegally..."

There was a pause too long after that pushed the normally patient Tighnari to be restless, antsy, so close to choking the information out of the general. "Well?"

Cyno had to fight back a smirk at the edge of his friend's voice. This little - "I quickly realized there wasn't anything bad happening, and the case was closed." A white eyebrow raising in amusement as the Amurta scholar seemed to breathe a loud sigh.

But there were still lingering thoughts in his mind reminiscent of being an Akademiya scholar, card game long forgotten.

"If there's no hidden agenda, then what's the explanation for their behavior?"

You have an obsession, Cyno wanted to reply instead. There were only so much that can occupy Tighnari's mind, and it's usually about flora and fauna. But for his loyal card game opponent, the least he could do was satisfy his curiousity.

"It's quite simple." The general's head turns to the Akademiya doors. "They're indecisive."

He thought it would end with that, with his curiousity satiated and questions half-answered, and things would return back to normal.

But Tighnari never half-assed anything. Never dipped his toes in the water and left it at that.

Was this how it felt like for those scholars who sought after canned knowledge? The addiction for the pursuit of forbidden knowledge? It felt like it, what Cyno unloaded to him, that he it wasn't something the general would normally be so open about.

Perhaps he indulged him just so he could focus on their game again.

Your name fell off his lips like it was a deity he could only worship in private, lynched if he were to be found uttering your name. Under your confused gaze, perhaps he shouldn't have been so casual.

"Oh? You know my name?" Your hand hovered over the back of the chair next to him, intending to take the seat next to him in the fairly empty classroom.

Out of the many times he had seen you walking to and from the Akademiya, seeing each other in his Spantamad elective class as classmates isn't what he imagined to be your first official meeting. His ears stand taut upon realizing his slip-up, the action catching your attention.

At least you're not looking at the tail that won't stop wagging behind him.

"Pardon me, I heard your name here and there. I didn't mean to be rude, my name's -"

"Tighnari, right?" This stupid tail won't chill! "You're pretty famous among the Amurta." The polite smile you offered released the tension in his body in one sweep that his ears almost drooped completely. He would not have been able to explain how he knew your name.

Tighnari graciously took your offered hand and shook it, more enthusiastic than he wanted to come off as. But feeling your hand grip his own finally cemented reality into his mind as if the events prior were but a skeptical dream. You are real and right in front of him.

"Can I take this seat?" Oh right, you're still standing.

"Please." Is that the right answer? "No one's seating there, if that's what you're worried about."

It felt surreal being this close after only ever seeing you from afar. The many books you had in your arms piled on the desk where he can see the titles; the way your hair framed your face and how it sticks out on some places as if you had messed it up in frustration that morning; the Kshahrewar badge on your hat reflecting the light and catching his attention.

His object of wonders in arms length. Everyday for one hour.

With the window of opportunity, glances became greetings, and meetings became much more frequent. Spantamad is a wonderful course but being partnered with a creative seatmate made it all the more entertaining.

Tighnari found out that your father was a mechanic and your mother graduated from the Akademiya before you enrolled. Because of your father's influence, you had been blessed with being able to create your own inventions, but you're still lost on what you really wanted to do with it. If you put your mind into it, you can think of solutions with the aid of machinery, so it wasn't really intelligence that you lack.

"Indecisive, huh..." The Amurta scholar mumbled to himself as he watched the Kshahrewar student hunched over a book at the House of Daena, hours of reading evident with the black bags under your eyes.

The best word to describe you is...

Uninspired.

Tighnari liked hearing you talk, rant, vent, anything that would keep his ears occupied. Even if it wasn't about the courses you're both dealing with, somehow he couldn't help but indulge in your numerous ideas. For once, he felt like he was being taught - as this time the conversation was about the elements and visions - over a course he wasn't so knowledgeable of. Why did he pick a Spantamad elective again?

You didn't have to have groundbreaking ideas to catch his attention that's often divided for his juniors, no, even just talking about random trivias you picked up from reading here and there had him hooked.

He finds it endearing how easy it was to fall into step with you, without having to one up one another or prove anything.

"If you were to get a vision," his eyes followed your fingertips, spinning a 'blank' vision on top of your shared table. "Which one would you want?"

The class you two shared focused on the elements of visions and how certain reactions happen when some elements interact. Each partner was given a blank vision to study and observe, inquire if they could, although there wasn't really anything to work with.

The question had him a bit flustered upon remembering a memory. And your observant eyes caught on to all the signs - his tail that won't stop swaying, his ears that twitched in random intervals, the pink that slowly colored his pale skin - all of which had you sitting straight, looking at him with obvious expectations.

He'd told this tale many times to friends, so why now does he feel embarrassed to say it? "A dendro vision." He spat out with great hesitance, but when you nodded and waited for more, he couldn't help but sigh. You're still curious. "I've always prayed to get one, so that I can make ladders to reach higher up fruits."

A beat or two later, you had to turn away and cover your mouth. Tighnari looked exasperated (tho you couldn't see that) at the way your shoulders bounced in silent laughter. He couldn't even admit that the sight and sound was endearing, focused on his regrets of opening up.

"I can't believe you, I shared a great secret with you and you're laughing."

"Nooo, it was just really, really-" funny. "Unexpected!"

His glare only spurred you on. When your conversation was cut off by the lecturer ending the class, he thought that the conversation would end there, finding a comfortable peace between you as you walked out of the Akademiya together.

There were no plans or routes in his mind, no destination. Tighnari hoped you didn't mind that he was sticking close.

"I think it would suit you," his brown-green irises looked up from watching your arms swing by. "A Dendro vision. They say those that are outstandingly smart or with an honest drive for knowledge gets one. You fit it quite nicely."

You complimented him. Well, not directly, but it can be read that way. He's reading it that way.

"W-Well I think you'd fit a Geo vision then." At this, you stared back at him with pure confusion, forehead creasing even. "Because you're quite attached to inventions? Creations? You know, constructs." His ears drooped when his statement became more and more unconvincing.

He only said those out of the blue without much thought, wanting to compliment back while also sounding smart.

But your skepticism told him he didn't really succeed on his plans. If it were plants, he would have been smoother with his praises.

"I'm not sure." Ah, that felt like a stab to the heart. "After all, Geo doesn't really have any synergy with Dendro."

Tighnari could barely function for the rest of the day then. Cyno, who usually enjoyed their duels together, looked quite irked at how easy the rounds were when fighting with an absent-minded Tighnari. But the scholar couldn't really care about his losses.

He felt like a winner already.

And he thought he was winning, you know.

Between the times you'd cheer him on when he had the time to play his silly card games (he wonders if when he didn't see you before, it was because you were looking over his cards behind him instead), walking to class together (despite only having one similar class), and catching up with one another outside of the Akademiya, he's gotten closer with you to an extent he didn't think he'd reach.

But it wasn't enough, and it dawned on him just how fast time passes. Next thing he knew, the last day of his Spantamad elective approached.

Tighnari can sense your worry at the not so subtle glances you sent to your seatmate. Perhaps it was obvious that there was something on his mind by how tense his tail seemed, but you didn't dare comment as you both listened to your lecturer and his closing statements.

"Visions are not just tools to harness elemental energy. Remember what we had learned from the case study in Inazuma, they carry within it their will, hopes and dreams. Parting from one's Vision can be akin to losing your vision, your motivation in life."

The Dendro Vision hanging by his waist felt heavier than usual.

"It has been an honor teaching you about the basics of ley lines and the elements, especially to those who are not under the Spantamad. May you carry these teachings, this marks the end of our class."

Chatter of gratitude and parting mixed together within the classroom as the professor dismissed everyone early to converse among themselves one last time. Yet despite the want - no, need to talk, Tighnari still had yet to find the right words to say to you.

Call him a pessimist, but he knew that this would perhaps be the last time he would be this close to you. He wanted to make it last, impart his own wisdom, anything that can help you in the trouble you had yet to decide upon.

Indecisive... Yet passionate. His olive brown eyes silently watched as you slowly packed your table, dragging the motion slow as if hesitant, unlike the times you were meticulous about time due to your next class being a major one.

It was only when you turned to look at him with hopeful yet somber eyes did he finally have the courage to speak, although without much thought behind them. "Don't forget what the professor said, keep your vision close and you would not lose your motivation." He turned to fully face you which you followed suit. "I know you can do anything so long as you put your heart to it. So follow that which makes you happy, and I'm sure things will turn out the best for you."

Tighnari barely remembered the words he has just uttered that day. The moment your confusion turned to determination, with the way you smiled gratefully over his sincerity, he knew that he made all the right decision.

"I'm going to miss being seatmates with a genius like you."

"I should be the one saying that." And you both shared a laugh, before inevitably departing in opposite directions.

The arrival of the new semester left Tighnari with nothing but conflicted feelings from his own overthinking, sitting down for his new Amurta class that he had forgotten what was about already. He felt both fulfilled and unsatisfied with the turn of events, even if he knew by heart that this is how it would end.

A scholar's curiosity is endless, but the search will always have its end. The chase, the mystery, all of it had lasted long enough for it to finally reach its finale.

The hybrid sighed. He just wasn't sure if he ended it right.

He sighed again when he heard the chair next to him be pulled, signalling a classmate occupy it for themselves. That's one thing too. Who would have thought he'd be so attached to the idea of who would be seating next to him, now with you as his standard, no one else could compare to being the greatest company —

"Can I take this seat?" His head whipped around so fast that his chin almost fell from his palm, his wide eyes staring into your mirthful ones.

"What are you doing here?" He hoped he sounded more curious than perplexed, but you simply took your seat next to him like you had done many times before. Your gaze refused to leave the blackboard at the front of the classroom, but he can clearly see the quirk in the corner of your lips.

"Just following what makes me happy."

"Ah, to think someone could make me ramble on like this over something that's not related to my profession." Tighnari's smile betrayed his words as he shook his head in a whimsical manner. "Anyways, after graduating, I went to Ghandarva Ville and they were asked to stay in the Akademiya. The rest is history."

The Traveler took time to absorb the heartwarming story, gold gaze lingering on the well-kept photo. Judging by the happiness of scholar Tighnari, they don't really see any reason to doubt the story. However out of character it may be to the forest ranger today.

Is that related perhaps?

"Aww, to think that Tighnari actually has the capacity to be that kind." Paimon mumbled as she looked over the Traveler's shoulder, also examining the photo. "Oh, but wait! Now that Paimon thinks about it, the flower in the photo!"

Tighnari's attention was already divided at this point, looking at Karkata at the other side.

"It looks just like the flower on your outfit! Ohh~ Is that a gift they gave to you? It's so sweet that you kept it!"

"What, this?" The fox gestured to the yellow flower on his person before looking at the two with a nonplussed expression. "You're heavily mistaken, this is a cactus flower only found in the desert. It's a gift from my father."

Well, that does make sense. However, that doesn't exactly explain the overall picture here. Perhaps Nahida had heavily influenced Traveler into overthinking things at this point.

"Oh, but, it's still kind of sad. You two seemed so close..." Looking at the photo one final time, Traveler offered it back to Tighnari who gratefully took it back. This time, it was him looking over it intently. "But because of your different darshans -"

"Oh, you're worried about that?" The fox hybrid couldn't help but laugh as he pocketed the photo ever so carefully. "There's no need to fret, we still see each other from time to time when our schedules align. Now where was I? Right, Karkata and I still have some notes to record while the day is still young. Do you still have any questions?"

Before Paimon can ramble any further, the Traveler simply shook his head and nudged his companion to let up. After all, they've done what they've sought after and took up most of the forest ranger's time already.

That, and he could at least feel that Tighnari isn't so keen to talk more about the matter.

Yet after they said their goodbyes and started leaving, Traveler couldn't help but look back one final time, his ears barely catching Tighnari's voice —

"I'm sure you'd love Karkata." His eyes closed with a long sigh, dropping his crossed arms as Karkata simply tilts its head.

Traveler took his leave before Tighnari could notice him idling by.

Next part will have spoilers to 3.2 archon quest.

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Walk The Plank (K.HJ x fem reader)

Chapter 1: The Man in the Black Fedora

You had grown up hearing tales about the infamous pirate crew ATEEZ—the fearless, power-hungry men that roamed the seas in search of the most valuable treasures they could lay their hands on. You almost didn't believe the stories your mother had told you as a child...not until you wound up on their ship.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, weapons, and violence

A/N: Hello everyone! I am so excited to post another story! I have most of it written, but I will be posting a little at a time so I can edit. I just really wanted to get something posted before my school starts again! <3 Thank you for reading :) ALSO: though this says that it is hongjoong x reader, it is more of an ateez x reader fic until later on ;) each chapter will be titled after the specific member’s pcs from the zero: fever part 1 album.

Chapter 1: The Man in the Black Fedora

Your favorite activity is sitting in the crow's nest before the crew rises for the day. You inhale a deep breath of the sea breeze that pushes back your hair and tickles your neck. The salty scent isn't as bothersome as it was when you first started sailing. In fact, you might consider saying that you find it quite pleasant.

You have been at sea for about two weeks, seeking the Cromer. It is said to possess magic that exists beyond time and space. Your father had dreamed of getting his hands on such a powerful magic artifact, doing years of extensive research and trips to obtain it. This was the first time he had agreed to let you go on a voyage without him, as he had politics to deal with in your hometown—something you have never been fond of.

"Good morning, miss Y/N," says the barrelman, halfway up the ladder that leads to where you're perched.

"Good morning. Tell me, have we any good books?" you ask.

"I'm afraid you have read all of the fictional literature we have. The only option left for you would be to read more into the research of magical artifacts...which I am sure you are bored of."

"Oh, I could never be bored of such things. I shall take a look." You bid your farewell and carefully climb down the ladder. Growing up, you had done your fair share of reading your father's research. How could one not be curious of a concept such as magic? You weave your way around the now awoken crew, making it as far as the door of the captain's cabin before a shout resonates from the crow's nest.

"PIRATES!" The barrelman cries, pointing beyond the horizon.

Men immediately scurry to set up defenses, taking position at canons and masts. You assume action yourself, running up to an unoccupied canon. Chaos erupts around you as the crew shouts and awaits the captain's orders.

"Miss, what are you doing? We have to get you below deck!" The frantic sailing master grabs your arm, pulling you towards a hatch.

"I have to help—"

"Miss, please take cover. I cannot forgive myself lest anything unfortunate happen to you. Your father instructed us to take the most precautionary measures to keep you from harm." The man pleads, the desperation in his eyes growing as you think. You nod and he wastes no time escorting you below deck. Just before you step down, you catch a glimpse of the invaders sailing towards you. The sight makes you sick to your stomach—a flag at the bowsprit with the phases of the moon thrashes in the wind.

"But I—"

"Just stay quiet, Miss. If something happens, take an escape boat." The sailing master hands you a compass and disappears to the deck above. You hide under a table in the crew's quarters, knees tucked to your chest for what seems like an eternity.

Several gun shots ring from above deck.

Then several more.

Swords clash together, footsteps boom, men shout. Your heart races as you await any sign of safety to escape. If that flag was what you think it was—a flag of legend, of fear, of them...your chances of surviving are not likely. And then the footsteps travel below deck. The floorboards creak painfully and you shut your eyes, breath hitching. You would have thought that they would go to the captain's quarters to raid the research, but maybe they're here to raid other supplies.

Thud. A footstep sounds in your direction. Thud. Thud. You don't time to act before a large hand reaches and pulls you straight up out of your hiding spot.

"It be a maiden!" The man shouts.

"Unhand me you filthy pirate!" you yell, squirming in his grasp.

"Aye, Yunho, that's some good loot." Another man with dark hair snickers. Struggling against your captor's grip does nothing as the second man comes over and binds your wrists behind your back with rope. You silently think of your escape options, avoiding eye contact with the two men that now have a grip on either of your arms. They drag you up to the deck where the battle continues on.

The crew remains engaged in combat and hardly notice as the man called Yunho and his giggly companion pull you to a wooden plank between the ships.

"Well, Miss, after you." Yunho bows, gesturing towards the board. The second man giggles.

"Walk!" He laughs. You consider your options. You could attempt to defy them, risking your life. You could jump overboard...which would avoid dying at the hands of them, but...you really do not wish to drown. Or you can submit for now and wait to possibly escape with your life. "Are ya hard of hearing, little miss? I said walk." The shorter man with the dark hair nudges you and you stumble forward, legs wobbly as you approach the wooden plank.

Do not look down...do not look down...

Step by step, you cross the small space between the two ships, only stopping to breathe once your feet touch the new deck. There is barely any time to collect yourself before the two men take hold of your arms again and head for the captain's quarters. Though you have decided to board their ship, you will not be letting them think they've gotten away with it so easily. You kick and struggle, making it harder for Yunho and his mate to manhandle you.

"We brought you some treasure, Captain," Yunho says, gripping your arm tighter as they bring you inside.

"A feisty one." The other man snickers. You wince as they push you onto your knees, your wrists still bound and unable to catch your weight.

"Watch yourself Wooyoung, you'll hurt her," the man you assume to be the captain warns. So that's his name.

You keep your eyes trained on the scuffed floor in front of you, not wanting to meet the gaze of the captain you have heard brutal tales of. Tying people to masts for mutiny, burning towns after looting, feeding people to sharks...those were the tales of caution your father would tell you. Your mother, on the other hand, told you of brave adventurers, working endlessly to achieve what they had set their sights on. Misunderstood, driven, and admirable. Had she been talking about the same crew? You hope with all your heart that your mother was right.

"You are dismissed," the captain says. He waits silently as Yunho and Wooyoung take their leave. Once the door shuts, you hear his footsteps circle around his desk. His heavy black boots adorned with buckles enter your peripheral and stop right in front of you. "Do you have a name, Miss?" His voice is light, yet intimidating. Judging by his proper speech, you come to the conclusion that he must be well educated—not raised a pirate.

"Why is my name of concern to you?" you ask through gritted teeth, keeping your eyes to the floor.

"Well, you see, I was hoping you would be able to tell me why you were aboard such a corrupt ship."

"Corrupt? That is nonsense."

"Nonsense?" The captain repeats, amusement evident in his voice. "You were willingly aboard?" He chuckles.

"Why, of course. We are searching for something very valuable to my father."

"Ah, the Cromer?" he asks. You debate whether or not you should tell the truth, but you ultimately decide he will find out sooner or later after raiding your ship.

"Yes, the Cromer."

"You must be a L/N, I presume." You whip your head to look up at him, taken by surprise. As you meet his gaze, you almost forget what you are going to say. The man in front of you is breathtaking—not at all how you had imagined the scary and insufferable man to be. His messy brown hair is fashioned in a mullet, his body covered with a beautiful fur coat. His sharp features and pale skin are difficult to tear your eyes away from. An eye patch covers his left eye and a hook takes the place of his left hand.

"How do you know of me?" you demand.

"Your father has done a great deal of reaching to obtain what he desires...and I cannot say he is a fair man."

"My father? Corrupt?" You scoff. "How dare you?"

"'Tis no tale that we have crossed paths." His expression becomes grim as he recalls. "He stole my map."

You process his accusation, wondering if you can even take his word. How can you trust an infamous pirate making such ludicrous claims about your father? Is your father really an unjust man or is the man in front of you? "That has nothing to do with me," you state.

"Oh, but it does. Coming from a well-off family, I am sure your parents had you read their studies. You must have knowledge that is valuable to us. If you help us, I will spare the rest of your crew." He takes a hold of your chin with his fingers, some of which are adorned with colored polish. You stand up slowly and he lets go as you come level with his gaze.

"You promise?" you ask. What has gotten into you? Making a deal? With pirates? This is mad...but you simply cannot bare for any more harm to be done.

"I swear on my crew," he answers, his one eye boring into you.

"Alright...I accept. However, you will not infringe my safety as you take me along on your voyage."

"I can do that," the captain replies. He swiftly turns and exits the door with his coat flowing at his feet. You can hear orders being shouted outside, followed by dozens of footsteps. You shuffle over to the captain's desk in fear of someone new discovering you alone.

As you hear multiple people approaching, your heart rate speeds up and your breath gets caught in your throat. Suddenly, a man kicks open the door, standing tall in front of about seven others with his bloodied cutlass. Three of the faces around him are those of the men you had previously encountered.

"Alright wench, let's lay down a few rules for you."

>> chapter 2

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Eternal Sunshine

Seonghwa, Hongjoong, Yunho, Yeosang, San, Mingi, Wooyoung, Jongho Dan hanaui gieok namgil su itdamyeon Neon eotteon sunganeul gieokhago sipni Nan hanaui gieogeul namgindamyeon Jigeum i sunganil geoya What you want my treasure hey fix on Areumdaun punggyeongigil bara mwol wonhaneunji soksagyeojwo naege deo Yaksokhal ge I’ll get you a star kkumkkudeon geugot ne ape waisseul geoya I’m coming…

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Somebody… Part 3

Part 1, Part 2, and Part 4

Pairing: Kyungsoo x female reader

Rating: Mature, Explicit

Word Count: ~5,800

Genre: Smut, Jealousy, Angst, Slow Burn, Strangers to Lovers.

Warnings: Teasing, name calling, degradation, phone sex, cheating(?)

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“Did you enjoy giving them a show?” you ask. He looks over to see a few TVs are still on from across the way. “I wonder how much they saw? Now they know you belong to me.” he grumbles. The only light in his room is one of those paper lanterns that stand about four feet tall. “I hope they saw all of it,” you smirk glancing over at him, red tinting his cheeks and ears.

While he’s still resting on the bed naked, you grab a blanket, wrap it around yourself, and head to his balcony to light up a cigarette. The night is quiet and empty. No engine noise, no car horns, and no chatter from pedestrians. It’s brisk and peaceful. As you’re exhaling smoke, your inner thoughts invade and you start to become self conscious. You start doubting yourself again. What does this man see in me? Will this be the last time? I’m sure he’s sick of me by now.

You’re startled by his hand grabbing your waist and he rests his other arm on the railing, taking a long look at the night view. He smiles at how romantic the city looks below, almost as if you’re the only two people in it. Your eyes meet his and his smile gets wider, hinting that you’re more beautiful than the view. You notice he put on a pair of sweatpants before meeting you, now you’re really nervous. He’s topless and my god, his physique is something else. His toned chest, especially his serratus anterior muscles, make you let out a moan.

“You are more beautiful than the night sky,” he says shyly as his arm goes from your waist to drape around your shoulder. “Please, you’re the one who’s taking my breath away,” dragging your cigarette again. “Do you want to spend tomorrow together? That is if you don’t have plans already,” he asks meekly. You smile and lean into him, “Yes let’s. What do you have in mind?” He takes the rest of your cigarette from between your fingers to take a puff himself, “I figured a nice breakfast somewhere then hang out by the river? I could bring my dogs.” He puts out the smoke and adds, “I just want to be with you.”

He ushers you back inside and climbs under the blankets, holding up the other side, waiting for you to slide in next to him. The hunger in his eyes is palpable when you throw the blanket off your shoulders and he sees your naked form. He grabs you so you’re closer and to feel your body. He fondles your breasts and you fall asleep with a smile.

As the dawn breaks, you stretch your legs and open your eyes. It takes you a minute to recognize your surroundings. You roll over and Kyungsoo is already awake, propped up on pillows with his phone. You grab onto his body and place your head on chest, “Good morning. Have you been up long?” You nuzzle your face in his chest sliding your hand over his stomach. As you do this, his gaze falls from his phone to look down at you. He groans a bit under his breath feeling your tits on him. “I haven’t been up long, didn’t want to disturb you,” giving you an endearing look.

“I just realized I don’t have anything to wear to breakfast. I guess I could wear my dress with my coat. I don’t have any underwear since a certain someone ripped them,” you roll your eyes as you sit up. He seems to be daydreaming into his phone when you snap him out of it, “Sorry. I’ll buy you more. I couldn’t help myself, you’re so hot,” he says and grabs your face to give you a deep kiss. He pushes you down playfully and hovers over you. He places hot kisses to your cheek and neck and down to your breasts, pinching a nipple. You whimper and writhe, “Baby, we have to get ready or it won’t be breakfast time anymore.” He reluctantly releases you but not before he kisses you one more time, a little fevered. “I know. I know. I can’t help it. I have zero self control around you,” he confesses as you both rise out of bed to get ready.

As you're dressing yourself and touching up your makeup, you see him slide on a pair of jeans, a white t-shirt, with a brown corduroy jacket. It’s so simple, but again fucking sexy. He would look good wearing just about anything, he’s so effortlessly gorgeous.

His dogs yap for their breakfast and you can hear Kyungsoo pour out kibble that hits their ceramic bowls, then their nails on the wood floor, excited for their meal. You hear him speaking in a cute tone to his dogs, asking them about their night and if they had any dreams, half expecting the dogs to respond.

/////

As you both sit across from each other in a cafe, you ask him, “What’s good here? Any recommendations?” He sits up, fixing his posture to answer, “The omelets are delicious and so are their pastries.”

Just as you both order and the server walks away, Kyungsoo grabs his phone and takes a photo of you. You look up when you hear the shutter sound effect, “Seriously? I was just looking down at my phone? Is the top of my head that memorable?”

You smirk and then puff out a breath through your lips starting to laugh. He smiles brightly, looks down at the photo he took, and shakes his head. A boastful guiltiness. He glances quickly around the cafe looking for prying eyes and turns his phone toward you. Your eyes shoot left and right, and look down to pull your dress up to cover your breasts. He starts giggling and places his phone back down. “I knew it wasn’t the top of my head you were taking a picture of! I should’ve known! Out comes the real you,” you say dripping with sarcasm. “I’m so sorry. I could’ve flashed a child or a granny with delicate sensibilities!” you continue on as Kyungsoo cannot catch his breath. He’s laughing so hard, his eyes disappearing in a squint.

He slyly presses his tongue across his thick lips, wetting them. “I have another keepsake,” he winks at you. “By keepsake do you mean jerk off material?” You ask, half serious and half curious. His eyes grow wide, “You got me. I confess,” holding his arms up, “I mean sometimes I will use it for that, but mostly it’s to remind me that you exist when you’re not around. I pinch myself every time I see you from afar, coming towards me. Me, of all people,” he exhales, quivering at being vulnerable.

Just as you are about to speak, Kyungsoo’s phone buzzes again, this time causing silverware to clank on the table. His smile fades as he answers it immediately, “Hi sir. Yes, I can be there. I’m thirty minutes away. Thank you, sir,” the tone of his voice was deep and professional. He hangs up.

“Everything okay?” you ask hesitantly. “Fuck. I’m sorry. This never happens, but I’m needed at work. Another emergency. Deadlines need to be met,” his eyes are watery at the thought of not getting to spend the day with you. “That sounds important, please deal with work. When you’re done, you can tell me all about it,” you grin up at him, then you look down, feeling joyless.

“What is it you do anyway? It seems very high level,” you ask. “I’m a manager for an important CEO. He’s head of a major music label. It’s the end of the year mad dash. But it’s never been this bad, calling me on the weekends.” You grab his hand as he places his phone on the table, “It’s okay, really, go. At least get your food to go, you’ll need it. I’ll see you later.” He smiles down at you as he stands to leave. He comes around the table, grabs your nape and pulls you into a kiss. “See you soon. I can’t wait,” he says and blows you a kiss as he walks out of sight.

/////

At a loss for what to do now, you eat your meal alone and head back to your place. You shower and redress to go run errands, maybe pick up some groceries. While in the produce section you get a text from Kyungsoo, “So I won’t be back tonight. There’s a meeting I have to accompany the boss to.” Your heart sinks when you type, “We can see each other tomorrow then?” He doesn’t respond immediately so you finish up shopping and head home. You periodically glance at your phone but nothing yet from him.

Twilight is approaching as you throw together some dinner for yourself. Not really dinner, just some soup and a slice of bread. Your phone vibrates, “Apparently it’s an overseas meeting. I won’t be back until next Saturday night. I fly out in a few hours.” Then he sends another response, “I hate this. We just found each other. The next six days are going to last forever.”

You gasp knowing you’ll be without him for a week. You went your whole life without him and after knowing him for three days, you feel cheated. “They’ll fly by and plus we can facetime and call each other everyday. It’ll be like you never left,” you text him.

A smile flutters across his face and sends back, “I already miss you. Headed to the airport. Let’s talk tonight when I land.” You respond back, “Yes, I’ll look forward to it,” ending with a heart-eyed emoji.

You’re trying to keep your eyes open as you watch a movie on your couch. Every now again there’s a waft of his scent where he fucked you. You’re awaiting his call, you hope he doesn’t let you down, you need to hear his voice.

You doze off and awake due to your loud ringtone. You grab it and answer “Hey baby. How was the flight?” Your voice is raspy and low, filled with grogginess. “I’m sorry, did I wake you? It took awhile to get settled at the accommodations. You sound so cute when you’re sleepy,” he says in an erotic tone. This man, all he can think about is sex. But honestly, you probably think about it more, you just hide it better.

“Not uh!” you say in an annoyingly childish way. “Well, I feel like I should ask you what you’re wearing right now,” you say in jest with a touch of sexiness. He chuckles deeply, “You’re funny. It’s like we’re in a movie,” he laughs on the other end. “Yeah it’s the first thing that happens! Tell me please!” you beg, sitting up on your couch.

He breathes heavily into the phone, “I’m laying in a hotel bed with only my underwear on. How I normally sleep. Nothing to see here.” He chuckles a bit under his breath, “Now it’s your turn.” You immediately realize you’re in sweats that are old, and not sexy sleep clothes. Shit. You’ll sound so boring to him and then you’ll agitate him and he’ll disappear.

“I’m sure there’s lots to see,” you say excitedly. You continue on, “Okay. Don’t laugh. But I’m wearing ratty old sleep clothes. An oversized shirt and sweatpants with old stains and tears. Super arousing, I’m sure your mind is awash with nasty thoughts.” Your sarcasm is apparent then he asks, “Like the first time together at your place? You had on something similar. It drove me insane. I couldn’t make out your curves and shape under the huge shirt. It was doing something to me. What do you have underneath it?”

His voice drops an octave causing your cheeks to heat up. “Well, no bra and white cotton panties,” you mumble, a bit embarrassed. “Fuck, I bet your nipples are hard rubbing across your shirt,” he comes back, leaving you speechless. You’re not sure how to respond and you take a bit too long when he interrupts the silence, “You there?” You giggle, “Yes. I’m just thinking. Your mind is in the gutter. And as a matter of fact my nipples are always hard.”

“I could say the same, but you know, it’s my dick,” he quips. “Are you hard right now?” The tone you use is low and whispery. “Yes. Very. Could you touch your tits for me?” he asks delicately, not wanting to force you into anything you’re not comfortable with. You moan out softly, “I am now. I’m pinching and pulling them. It’s making me very horny.”

“Can I jerk off with you on the phone? Please. I want you so bad,” he groans, getting the last words caught in his throat. “Yes. Should I say dirty things in your ear?” you ask shyly. He responds, “Please. Fuck yes. And touch yourself.”

“I am. I have one hand in my panties. My fingers are already covered with my slick,” you say and put your phone on speaker. He whines and his breathing is getting quicker. “What are you imagining?” You curiously ask. “My hands on you. My tongue in your mouth. My dick in your aching and tight pussy,” he says labored as if he’s on a treadmill.

“Fuuuck,” you whine and continue massaging your clit. “I wish you could come on my body. I want to taste it,” you mutter and exhale hard. “Shit baby. Please. Is your pussy clenching around your fingers? My cock is leaking everywhere,” he sobs, his voice getting mor gravely

“Yes, baby, it is. I want you inside me so bad,” you cry getting closer to your release. You fondle your nipple and insert two fingers into your pussy. “I’m so close, baby. Please,” he says to which you return, “Me too. I can’t take it anymore.”

“I want you to come on your fingers,” he groans again and continues, “Then I want you to lick them clean. Shit.” You can hear his breath shake over the phone, sounding desperate. “Baby, I’m gonna come!” You yelp and he moans the same thing, “I’m coming, fuuuck!” He repeats this over and over until your name replaces it, coming all over his stomach. He’s trying to catch his breath now listening to you wail, “Babyyyy, I’m coming now!” Your chest is heaving. Your pussy gushes and clinches around your fingers. You’re shivering and moaning, slightly rubbing your clit. When you completely come down, you remove your fingers to do as he asked.

He can hear your lips smack and juices sloshing. “Baby, you are so hot. I wish it was me tasting your wetness,” he laments. “Your deep breaths and groans are fucking sexy. They did the heavy lifting,” you confide. “To tell you the truth, before I called you, I was looking at those dirty photos I took of you. I started touching myself and thought I needed to hear your voice. So much better than a picture,” he responds. “You know you recorded us? You could have watched those,” you say with an air of smugness. “I’m saving those for when it gets really bad. You know, when I’m in a public building bathroom stall or when you’re unable to answer your phone. Plus, you wouldn’t have had an orgasm with me tonight. You sound so pretty when you come,” he confesses.

“Well, that is a plus. I might send you something special, just for you. Be on the lookout,” you say, still shivering from coming. “Fuck baby. I have a busy day tomorrow. Now I’m not going to be able to sleep when you say things like that,” he says in a boyish tone. “You get some rest. I hope to talk to you tomorrow. Sweet dreams,” you finish. “Night baby,” his reverie overtaking him.

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A boring Sunday. One more day until it’s back to work. You decide to stay in cleaning your apartment. You take breaks here and there to eat. Then you start the laundry. Your sheets definitely need washing, they still smell like sex. Passing back and forth from your room to the washer, you see Kyungsoo’s suit jacket draped over the chair in your room. Thoughts of the first night you met replace the chores that need to be completed. You walk over and hold the jacket, inhaling hard. His scent is still potent and wafts around you. You press it to your face and hug around it, pretending his body occupies it. You smile internally, and decide on sending a text to him.

“How’s your day so far?,” you type out. Then another saying, “I realized I still have your suit jacket. It still smells like you.” He doesn’t respond immediately, I’m sure he’s inundated by work. “Just wait. I’m going to send you something later,” you send, followed by a winky face emoji.

Once you’ve eaten dinner and cleaned up, you take your nightly shower. You prep yourself, bathed, shaved, and oiled. After drying off, you apply lotion everywhere. You then pick a skimpy pair of panties, purple satin with a lace front, leaving nothing to the imagination. You opt for a plain white tank top. You start taking photos of yourself in the bathroom mirror, then you move to your bed. You try out various seductive poses. You part your legs and begin to photograph your pussy peeking through your underwear. This is making you hot and bothered when you imagine his reaction after sending him the pictures. You slide your panties to the side and notice slick on your fingers once you pull them away from your slit. Perfect photo opportunity, you think. You take more pictures of your tits inside and outside of your tank top, never showing your face.

Once you finish, you scroll through the numerous photos, trying to pick out the best. You want to tease him but also shock him. You choose one of you in front of your mirror, full bodied selfie. A bit sinful. Then you pick one of your tits falling out of your see-through tank, showing off your cleavage, which isn’t much. Still being a cocktease. Then the final photo is of your pussy hidden behind your panties. The lace front doesn’t hide much, but still enough to let his imagination run wild. You save a few others in case he asks for more.

You lie in bed reading a book when a text comes through. Kyungsoo apologizes for not texting back earlier. He again explains that this meeting is very important and he had a preliminary run through. “Busy day, but now I’m all yours. How was your day?” he texts you again, trying not to focus on himself too much. You respond, “Nothing. Boring. Cleaned and did laundry.” You persist, “But I did something for you.” He asks, “Oh yeah? Please tell me.” Without typing another thing, you send him the picture of yourself in the mirror.

You see him typing a reply immediately. “Holy shit, baby. You look so hot!” You send him a blush-face emoji. “You did this for me?” he asks quickly. “Yes, baby. I can’t stop. I thought you’d like more pictures of me to keep on your phone,” you explain. “There’s more where that came from,” you type back. He responds, “Please send them! I want to see you!” You tease him, “In time. I don’t want to give them all up. Maybe I’ll send you one when you’re working.” He texts back, “You can’t do that! I can’t get hard in front of my boss!” You send him one more photo and simply type, “Here. I hope this gets you through the night,” signed with a winky-face and a “Good night babe.” This photo was of your fingers covered in slick while your dripping pussy is in the background. “Shit you are so sexy! Night night,” he ends.

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Back to your routine for the weekday. It’s so monotonous but little daydreams here and there of Kyungsoo really help with your confidence. At work, you overhear some coworkers discussing an after work party at a bar Wednesday night. They are all congregated in the break room while you choose to eat lunch at your desk. It sounds fun and you need something to preoccupy your mind until the weekend. Your coworker, Susie invites you just as you were thinking no one would. She says most of the staff on this floor are going. You tell her you’ll think about it and let her know tomorrow. She thinks it will be good for you to get out and let loose. Most of them you’ve only spoken a couple of words to in passing. You like keeping work separate from your personal life. It cuts down on the gossiping and interoffice drama.

You send a couple of texts back and forth with Kyungsoo throughout the day, letting him know how everything is going. He’s still diligently managing the schedule of appointments for his boss, attending important stockholder meetings. You tell him about the office get together at the bar on Wednesday. He says you’ll have fun and to have some drinks for him. He knows how reserved you are and talks you into actually going since you were on the fence. You’re not doing it for you, but for him, he sweet talked you into it. He could tell you to set yourself on fire, and you’d do it.

While snuggling into bed after a shower, you pick up the book you’ve been reading. You start to miss Kyungsoo and hop out of bed to grab his jacket. This is the only item you have to physically know he exists. The rest exists in digital space, never knowing if you’re actually texting with him or his assistant, if he has one. You realize he’s still an enigma, as if he’s keeping you at arm’s length. These thoughts invade when you’re alone, still catastrophizing. When you’re together you feel that you’re both bearing your heart, unafraid. But when you’re separated, you get the feeling that he’s using you and still philandering around. Again, this is what your mind does, second guessing every text he sends and every time he calls, feeling used and thrown aside. Your eyes well up with tears. You cry yourself to sleep clutching his jacket.

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Tuesday went by with a blur. Sending a few texts to Kyungsoo here and there, nothing of note. Now, it’s Wednesday after work, you ask Kyungsoo what you should wear to the bar, “Should I wear a dress, pants, or a skirt?” You take photos of three different outfits and send them to him. “Ohhhh. All of them are pretty on you. But I’m partial to the jean skirt with the red blouse,” he texts back. “That’s the one I was thinking too! It’s not too dressy and perfect for a work hangout at a bar. Thank you, you’re the best!” He sends back, “I would love to put my hand under that skirt,” With his dirty response you text, “Hey now! Very soon, just a couple more days!”

“Last night, I watched those video clips we recorded,” he continues, completely off subject. “I couldn’t help it. I watched them more than once. I want you so bad right now.”

“Do you just do this to get your rock’s off,” you question, feeling used.

“I’m sorry, what do you mean?” he questions you, confused.

“I feel like anytime we speak or text, it comes down to you wanting to touch me or using my images and videos to get yourself off. I find it flattering but I feel like a booty call. Used up and then goodbye,” you answer.

“Do I really make you feel that way? I just find you alluring and beautiful. Being away from you is so difficult especially since what we have is so new. I’m sorry baby. I can’t help myself, but I promise, I’m not using you and sorry that I think with my dick,” his bottom lip quivers as he presses send.

“I’m sorry too. Being away from you is so hard. I didn’t mean to accuse you of something you didn’t do. It’s my dumb brain. When left alone, I think the worst. Again, my track record with relationships hasn’t been the best.”

“Baby. I really like you. Please go have fun for me tonight. I can’t wait to hear how it goes,” he texts, then you send him a kissy-face emoji telling him thank you.

After the shenanigans at the bar that you’re still fuzzy on, you sloppily make your way to your bed. You send a cute text to Kyungsoo to let him know you made it home safely. “Heyyy, I’m home and safe. Too drunk. Talk tomorrow.” You plop face down and pass out. You had way too many drinks.

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Now Thursday morning is here. You can barely open your eyes. Your face is puffy with dark circles. As you slowly get yourself ready for work, Susie, your coworker, texts you a couple of pictures from last night. A few were all of you together occupying a couple of tables, all smiling for the camera. Then one of you and Susie, holding drinks in your hands. The last couple were awful. One of your coworkers you really didn’t know was standing behind you with his hands on your waist. His hips were touching your butt. You shake your head.

You text Susie, “What the hell? Who is that touching me?” She responds, “You don’t remember? I guess you had more to drink than I thought.” Then another text with more detail, “You two were hitting it off. Talking and laughing together, just being friendly. A lot of drinks later, he started coming on to you and you turned him down. He made a big scene when he tried kissing and touching you yelling that you like him and to give him a chance. You pushed him away and some of his friends came over to drag him out of the bar.”

“Holy shit. I do not remember any of that,” you text in disbelief. “We didn’t do anything though, right?” Susie responds, “No, just chatting and drinking. I guess he got the wrong idea.”

“Oh thank god. I’m never getting that drunk again with people I don’t know,” you text back. This makes you think of being drunk alone and finding Kyungsoo. You smirk to yourself and finish getting ready. You got lucky.

/////

Barely coherent at your desk, one of the friends of the guy who came on to you, walks up to apologize. “Why can’t he apologize himself?” you question. His friend shakes his head, “Because he’s not here today. He’s still recovering. But I felt bad for his behavior and I wanted to say I’m sorry. None of what he did was okay,” he finishes. “Well, thank you. I accept your apology,” you whisper, trying not to let other people hear your personal problems.

Packing up at the end of work, you get a text from Kyungsoo, “How did last night go?” It’s very curt and direct. “I’m just about to leave work, I’ll tell you all about it when I get home,” you respond. “Can’t wait,” is all he says back.

You decide to call him once you unlock your apartment door. He picks up after the second ring, pretty quickly considering he’s supposed to be busy at work. “Hey you,” he says, sounding differently than you thought just by his texts, and adds, “Was your day good?”

“Work was whatever. How is your day?”

“Well, it started off fine, now it’s just gone to shit,” he says with a huff of air creating static on the line. “Let’s hear how last night went. Did you have fun?”

“I did but I don’t remember much. We played some trivia, and my team lost by a lot. I think I had all the sloshed people on my side. Drank a lot, laughed a lot. All in all, I think it was a good decision.”

“Anything else?,” he mumbles with a touch of anger in his voice.

“No, why? Just some drunken asshole tried to come on to me,” you say in a scared tone. Not sure where this questioning is leading.

“What is this then?” He sends you a link to a tagged photo of you on Instagram. “My sister works for the same company, and I saw a familiar name tagged in a post suggested to me.”

It was THE photo of the drunk guy hugging you from behind, his hips pushed into you. “It’s not what it looks like! I swear. I don’t remember any of it but Susie told me what happened,” you start crying.

“Please enlighten me then. What does it look like?” He questions you, his voice getting darker and quieter. You’ve never heard this tone from Kyungsoo before. He sounds angry, trying to hide his hurt.

“Susie said that we were being friendly, just chatting. He apparently hit on me, tried to kiss me, and I kept pushing him away. When his friends saw the way he was acting, they hauled him out of the bar. I swear, nothing happened. I came home alone,” you say through sobs. You continue trying to catch your breath, “I would never do that to you. Yes, I was drunk, but I wasn’t looking for sex. I have you. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if I cheated on you,” you murmur. “Please.”

“How am I to know that’s the truth? That picture of you and him looks very different from what you’re telling me. You both look comfortable, especially you with his hands on you. I’m so fucking mad,” he seethes through the phone. “I’m so mad I can’t be there. I miss you so much. You do know you belong to me, right?” he asks, sounding unhinged and broken.

“I don’t belong to anyone. I am not an object to possess. Yes, we’re fucking,” the words getting trapped in your throat. Now you see the type of person Kyungsoo is. Apparently, he gets possessive and jealous easily. This new side to him is such a turn on but you hate the circumstances.

“I don’t want anyone else touching you but me!” He raises his voice.

“Don’t accuse me of cheating on you before you’ve heard my side of the story,” you temper your voice, trying not to let him get to you.

“Well, you weren’t even going to tell me, it sounds like,” he says frustrated.

“I don’t even remember half of what happened last night. This is from Susie. And the guy’s friend came to apologize to me for what happened at work. He felt bad for his friend treating me like that. So, I’m inclined to believe her,” you confidently say.

“That picture is seared in my brain. The thought of someone else touching you. And trying to kiss you!” He’s practically yelling into the phone, his voice gravelly.

“There’s nothing to be jealous of! Nothing happened! This is why I never go anywhere. Stupid shit like this!” You yell back at him. “And how do I know you’re not fucking around on me while you’re in a different country? I bet you have beautiful women hanging around you all the time.”

“What? I told you I’m not that type of guy,” he says in disbelief of your accusations.

“Well, I told you what type of person I am, and I’m still being accused of being a slut,” you come back sharply.

“You’re not. I’m sorry. I am not fucking around on you. I promise. I just have photo evidence, and it’s hard to think of anything else. It’ll take me a while to forget,” he sighs.

You take a deep breath and calm yourself as well. Then you say in a quieter tone, “Just look at the pictures I sent to you. And those videos. Those are for you. I didn’t send them to anyone else because I like you.”

He moans out, “Fuck. I’m sorry. This is not how I wanted this conversation to go. I’ve been stewing about it ever since it popped on my feed. My mind went to dark places,” he sorrowfully says.

“Please can we forget this happened? You’re coming back home soon! You can put your hands all over me if it helps you forget,” you say in a sassy way.

“Oh my. I can’t wait. I’ve had wet dreams every night of you. I will not be able to hold back. I hope you’re ready,” he says in his deep, raspy voice.

Your thighs clench together, “Shit, we should facetime tonight. Or do you want to tease each other via text? My horniness is ridiculous at this point.”

“I really want to see you, but I want to wait until I’m back. It’ll make it that much more special,” he responds.

“I guess I’ll have to edge myself until your return. I don’t want to come if it’s not with you. My orgasms are gonna be fucking otherworldly,” you chuckle to hide the arousal you’re feeling between your legs.

“You think about me when you touch yourself?” He asks in a boyish way, but incredulous.

“Of course baby. I think about you all the time, not just when my fingers are inside my pussy,” you huff out.

“Holy shit, you’re making me so hard. I swear you have magic in your voice and words that goes straight to my dick,” he says, slightly out of breath.

“As much as I’d love to continue this, I have to take a shower and cook dinner soon. And we can talk more tonight, or we can deprive ourselves of each other until Saturday,” you declare.

“How about we just send texts until we can see each other?” He asks in a meek tone, unsure of your answer.

“Perfect. See you soon! Bye!” You hang up and your mind is conflicted. You were just yelling at each other because of his jealousy. You accused him of cheating since his finger-pointing made you feel rage. Then you end on sweet and sexual talk. This man is something else. I wonder what happened to him to make him feel so possessive and jealous?

To shake your mind of these thoughts, you send him a text, “I’m not a slut. I am YOUR slut,” point blank. He responds with a simple, “Fuck.”

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Okay. This one was short but I’m currently hard at work on the next part … Kyungsoo’s return. It will be so slutty and desperate.

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