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Please tell me you'll make a follow up to that Alastor/Rosie comic.
I want to see them have an extremely drunk fist fight and make up afterwards.
I *need* itttttttttttt.
(Obviously no pressure, do it only if you want to)
Hello! Well I don't really want to make a follow up to that comic I have more ideas to work on + I genuinely don't know how to continue it I thought it was pretty complete? I didn't even think of a follow up when I made it so.
Tho just for clarification, they were not going to fight! They got their demon form out of anger, but not for an actual physical fight. Alastor didn't have any counterpoint after Rosie's "yes, and?". That's why he calmed down and understood that this was going to turn into a conversation about feelings (which he hates) and paused it to get some alcohol first ahah.
The end is pretty open for anyone's interpretation so ofc if you want them to have a fist fight go on buddy, but I'd see them sit down and have a long conversation about feelings, and that's not interesting to draw for me ahah. If you want to imagine what the rest of the conversation would be, feel free to write a fic inspired by my comic tho!
And if you'd really like my take on it, here's an attempt dialogue under the cut:
"- Al.
- Rosie.
- You know that I don't need any man in my life right? You included.
- Hmhm.
- I just keep around the ones who's company I enjoy. But as soon as I get tired of them, or they do me wrong, I'll throw them away, no second thought and no remorse. You included.
- Hmhm. I know. Same for me.
- I threw my husband away because I didn't like his behavior and I don't regret it because I never needed him in my life in the first place. Sounds fair to you?
- Hmhm.
- THEN WHY ARE YOU SIDING WITH HIM??
- I'M NOT SIDING WITH HIM!! I just don't understand how you can think so highly of me!! It's the same for me, I don't NEED anyone, I don't care about you or anyone else down here, and you just threw away the one person who genuinely loves you, over ME, the actual douchebag who doesn't care about anyone. How does that make any sense?!
- I don't care if you don't genuinely like me. I do like you, and I don't expect you to return it for me. I just like your company so I keep you around. It's that simple.
- I still don't understand.
- You don't have to. You just have to accept it."
And I think that would be the end of the conversation and they'd move on. Alastor ends up not thinking much about it since he can't yet grasp her logic, but maybe in a few more decades he'll get it!
#answered#ask#radiorose#plus honestly I have so much more ideas I don't want to spend more of my time on this#I appreciate your enthusiasm though 💖#I love to write conversations between Alastor and Rosie or Alastor and Vox etc but it's hard to translate it all into a comic tbh
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Alright, it’s long overdue but let’s finally get a lil intro post going ☺️
Hi everyone!! My name is Cece 💕👋🏻 it’s so very nice to see you here 🥰😉
My pronouns are she/her 🎀 , I’m in my 20s 🙆🏻♀️, I’m bisexual 🤝🏻, and I’m a… lee 🙈 (18+ only on this account pls and thx ☺️)
T-wording (yeah yeah I can’t say the t-word, sue me lmao) is certainly my main kink, but I may or may not also have certain other “preferences” as well 😳 but you’ll have to find those out yourself if you were so inclined ~
I’m a shy gal, despite sharing more than a reasonable amount of traits as a typical golden retriever lol. I’m very nerdy, enthusiastic, curious to a fault, certified member of the good girl’s club 😇, and have so much love 4 u 💖💘💗!! However, unfortunately for you, even the love won’t stop me from being a serious pain in the butt. Consider this your warning ⚠️😂.
Last thing I really want to mention, is that I am not good at being consistent when it comes to responding to messages/asks. I just want to make it clear right now that: my response times or responses at all (or potentially lack thereof) does not reflect a lack of affection and/or enthusiasm towards getting to know you, valuing you, or appreciating your interaction! I truly am so thankful for each and every one of you that take time out of your day to reach out/interact with lil ol’ me 🥺 and in a perfect world I would be responding to everything and everyone with full attention and time devotion! I just also lead a busy life outside of Tumblr and often time is simply scarce. Please grant me this grace 😊 and believe me when I say I LOVE READING ALL YOUR INTERACTIONS whether I have a chance to tell you that in a response or not! Thank you for this treat even though I can’t always reciprocate 💞 (feel free to double/triple etc message to keep yourself at the top of my inbox if you really want a response tho! Cause believe me I wanna give it to you! So the frequent reminder helps!)
Anyway, if you made it all the way here, thank you for reading my intro post!! Welcome to my blog! Hope you enjoy your stay here 😚💝 stay lovely ✨💫⭐️
#intro post#omg I kinda just typed what I felt like typing here#let me know if there’s anything else you wanted to know about me?#or anything else you think I should have included here?#I can go back and edit it as we go!#cece speaks#about me#sorry the part about response times was literally so long lmao#kinda overtook the introductory part of the post XD#but it was a big issue on my heart! I really do care about you guys I don’t want you to think I’m ignoring on purpose or smth#so here we are!#love you guys!#hope this post helps!
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I really hope you answer these ✨ 😭
My dear author, Your incredible talent never ceases to amaze me, and I can't help but gush over how fantastic the latest update was. I want to express my deepest gratitude for the outstanding work you do and for being such a wonderful person. I find myself consumed by a few pressing questions, and I kindly need your answers!
Is it be possible for a revenant (leese ✨😩) to have a child? I'm hoping with all my heart that the answer is yes, as it would be truly fascinating!
Furthermore, while there have been countless tantalizing scenes in this captivating tale, as for the main characters that have yet to partake in such intimate encounters. Might there be a future opportunity for our protagonist to remain a virgin until a specific romantic interest comes along 💖. I adore the idea of witnessing the romantic interest's reaction upon discovering they are the first and only. The sweetness of such a revelation is unparalleled...
Please know that I genuinely mean no offense or discomfort with my inquiry. I trust in your storytelling prowess to consider this possibility and let us know. Ultimately, it is your story, and you have the power to shape it as you see fit.
Thank you immensely for your phenomenal work and for taking the time to consider my questions.
With boundless admiration,
Suzu
Thank you so much for your kind words! They are definitely encouraging, and I appreciate your enthusiasm. Let's get into your questions:
In the upcoming codex update, there will be an entry about Vampirism that sheds some light on how the curse can spread. There have been, though very few, documented cases of Daywalkers conceiving. However, other types remain unconfirmed, including Revenants.
The Warden being a virgin is something I intend to add, but I wanted to complete Part One first and think more about 'how'. I'm glad I did because not long ago, someone suggested making vices into checkboxes to allow more 'pick and choose'. I like this idea! There are some gameplay things I want to consider fully before doing this, however. Regardless, I will be starting this process after the Codex update.
Thank you for your questions and your patience! I'm sorry that I can't provide a definitive answer to the first one at this moment. There are some things, even if they seem insignificant, I need to keep under wraps!
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pretty please (stay with me) || c.sc | 4 (m)
“After being assigned a fashion show for your big senior project, you set off to find volunteers to make it successful. However, when you meet Choi Seungcheol and his unfriendly clique through your volunteers, you realize they’re an unwanted package deal you can’t escape from. Can you handle Seungcheol’s obnoxious friends, and can he handle your brash behavior?”
🍒 Pairing: businessMajor!Seungcheol x fashionMajor!Reader (afab)
🍒 Rating/Genres/AUs: M(18+); Slice of life (!!!), slow burn, drama, fluff, angst, smut; Unrequited enemies to lovers, strangers to lovers, college au
🍒 Warnings: General tws + alcohol consumption/drunk character, one physical altercation (not domestic abuse; not between mc&Cheol), name calling not in bed (whore, bitch), vomit, joke about murder | [smut warnings] soft sex, messy sex, protected sex, oral (m & f), face fucking, gagging, light breast play, cum swallowing, light cum play, spit play
🍒 WC: 12.1k
🍒 Betas: Sarah, Indi, Kelly, Freya 💝
🍒 Author’s Note: I am SO sorry I haven't replied to some of your responses to the last chapter. Something big happened IRL that made me want to withdraw from people for a while. Though, I've read the feedback and appreciate all the sweet words! I promise to reply to them soon. Anyway, lots of stuff happening in this chapter, so please enjoy more drama 😬💖
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“Hold still!” you urge as you try to hold the fabric in place.
Mingyu squirms above you, tiny giggles escaping his mouth. “It tickles!”
“I’m going to stab you with this needle if you keep moving,” you explain and peer up at him.
“I’ll tell your boyfriend you said that,” he grumbles and calms his movements. His hands clench as he tries to resist the need to move.
“I don’t have a boyfriend,” you reply, annoyed. You adjust the fabric on him, then slip in a needle to keep it in place.
“I’m sure Seungcheol won’t be happy to hear that,” he mutters.
Your eyes narrow, poking another needle in.
“Ow!” Mingyu cries and moves away from you. “That was on purpose.”
You raise your eyebrows. “Was it? I think you just moved wrong.”
“I didn’t move at all!” he argues.
You ignore his complaint and point back in front of you. He sighs, obliging to your request.
You had met Mingyu at his apartment to try out the outfit you made for him. For the most part, it fits nicely, but there are a few adjustments that need to be made.
You hear keys rattling at the door and peer your head to see who’s coming. Wonwoo and Seungkwan stroll in. They stop mid-sentence when they see you.
“Hey Yn, we didn’t know you’d be here,” Seungkwan greets. You turn away from them and attend to Mingyu again.
“Surprise,” you say, although with no enthusiasm in your tone.
“What’s going on?” Wonwoo asks while setting down his camera bag. He tosses his keys next to it and walks to the kitchen.
“Yn’s stabbing me with needles because I brought up her boyfrie—Ow!”
“Oops,” you shrug. You quickly pin the fabric in its new spot. You didn’t think it'd take this long, but Mingyu kept fidgeting.
“You have a boyfriend?” asks Seungkwan.
“No,” you reply curtly. “Done. Now, go take it off, so I can make the changes.”
“Finally,” Mingyu replies and leaves without another word. He probably doesn’t want to be poked with another needle.
“Who was he talking about then?” Seungkwan wonders.
“No one. How are you guys?” you ask in hopes to change the subject. You start repacking the bag you brought.
“Pretty tired, but that seems to be the normal life of a college student,” Seungkwan says with a chuckle.
“How’s the project?” Wonwoo chimes in, a glass of water in his hand.
You stand up from the floor and adjust your clothes. “It’s going,” you answer with an exhale.
“Are tickets on sale for it yet?” he questions. You pause in grabbing your purse from the couch.
“You’re going to go to it?” you ask, not expecting him to come. It doesn’t seem like his thing.
“Of course! We’re all planning to come—Shit, wait, was that a secret?” Seungkwan stops himself, his hand coming up to his forehead as his mouth opens.
“Dude!” Mingyu calls as he emerges from the other room. He hands you the garment, eyeing Seungkwan.
“Blame Wonwoo! He brought up getting tickets,” Seungkwan whines and sends a slender finger in Wonwoo’s direction.
“No one told me we weren't supposed to tell Yn,” Wonwoo huffs.
“Seungcheol’s going to rip you all a new one,” Mingyu tsks.
“Seungcheol?” you question and look at the tall man.
Has Seungcheol been planning for all of them to come to your show?
“Uh, a d-different Seungcheol. Not the one you know. Kim Seungcheol! Not Choi Seungcheol. Youdon’tknowhim,” Mingyu rambles, words rushing together. His gaze is darting around the room—landing on anything but your eyes.
“I see,” you say slowly. You know they’re aware you don’t believe Mingyu’s lie.
“Please don’t say anything to him,” Mingyu pleads, his lower lip sticking out in a pout. He’s such a big puppy.
You sigh, fixing your bag on your shoulder. “Say what to who?”
“Precisely.” Seungkwan smiles.
You make your way to the door, turning after you open it.
“I'll text you when we can meet again, Mingyu,” you inform him.
“Alright. Bye, Yn,” he replies. They all give you a wave as you exit their place.
You aren’t sure what to do with knowing Seungcheol is coming to the show. More unexpectedly, you don’t know what to do knowing he’s arranging for his friends to come too. You aren’t even sure if your father and Seoah will come. You’ll like to say that you don’t care if no one you know shows up. As long as scouts come and are amazed by your work, that’s all you need. Though the more you grow fond of these people, the more you want them to be your friends and support you like how Dae supports you. Beyond that, you want Seungcheol to support you—to be proud of you. Even though you aren’t supposed to know about his attendance, it gives you a sudden boost of motivation to do better. Not only for yourself but for your friends so they can be proud to say they know you.
You arrive at Dae’s fully prepared to have a sewing partner for the night. However, you end up with a shot glass in your hand at a bar.
“To almost being done with this project,” Dae declares, her glass rising in the air.
“What you said,” you reply. You clink your glass against hers, tapping it on the counter, then tipping your head back as you drown the alcohol. The burning in your throat is temporary, and you turn in your seat to look around while it settles. The place is crowded, as expected on a Friday night.
Dae had worked for twenty minutes before she let out a frustrated puff of air. She claimed she was tired of staring at fabric and needed a break. You suggested she go rest on the couch, but her idea of taking a break was different from yours. Despite your protests, Dae dragged you from her home and got a ride to her favorite bar. You used to accompany Dae here a lot, but you were never a drinker, and you often had to tend to your family most nights. Thus, your trips became less frequent.
Although Dae’s goal is to get drunk, yours is not. You’ve taken two shots and plan to call it a night. You don’t want to spend the night babysitting Dae, but it seems you have no choice. She’s dragged you from one bar to another—ordering a drink at each. She’ll offer you a sip, and each time, you shake your head.
The occasional person will slither up and offer to pay for your drinks. It’s annoying because you don't need to cater to boosting a stranger’s ego. They always want something in return, and you’re not going to give them anything.
You decline politely the first time, sternly the second, and bitchy the third. The ones who get the third “no” are less thrilled to hear it, but that doesn’t bother you. You are fully prepared to use your heels as a weapon if one gets too offended. Luckily, that hasn’t had to happen so far.
“Hm, ‘tis one tastes like… ‘otton ‘andy!” Dae exclaims excitedly as she takes another sip. You watch her redden-face light up for the nth time while drinking this one. “’ou should try it!”
You force a smile and shake your hand, telling her no. Her face drops.
“But you wuv ‘otton ‘andy,” she whines and slides the drink to you. Her eyes become glossier the longer you refuse the drink. “I pwomise ‘ou’d wuv it!”
You glance at the drink. It’s a pretty blue color and looks appetizing. Sighing, you raise the glass to your mouth. You let the liquid touch your lips, then set it down. Your tongue darts out to taste it. You have to admit, the small drop you get does taste good.
“Delicious,” you hum, giving her a big smile. Her body straightens quickly, and you grab her arm when she leans a little too far back.
“Shee!” she beams.
“Finish it, so we can go,” you instruct, moving the glass back. There isn’t much left. She shakes her head.
“You!” she answers.
“You deserve it more. You’ve been working hard,” you say. Her brows suddenly tilt down, mouth in a deep frown. She looks like she’s about to cry.
“’ve been! Gawd I’m sh-o tired, but I ‘ave to do goodth,” she says and puts her head on the table, although harder than she means to. You wince at the loud thud. “Can’t let ‘tis go to ‘atse.”
You place a hand on her back, rubbing soothing circles. “It won’t. Someone’s going to come and see your work and offer you a job. You’re talented, Dae.”
Her head lifts up, bobbing slightly at the weight. “Yeah?”
“Yes,” you answer, and you mean it. You don’t compliment her work as much as she does yours. It’s always easier not to mention it instead of risking a heartfelt conversation. Those always make you feel weird. “You’re not top of the class for no reason.”
She shakes her head. “’ou’re top of ta class.”
“I didn’t say you were the only one up there,” you tease gently, causing her to giggle.
“’m glad ‘ou think that o’ me,” she answers with a loud sigh. “It’s ‘ard to be compar’d to ‘ou.”
You try to hide your frown. She rarely mentions how being associated with you affects her. Sure, you’ve guessed before, but you’ve never brought up the topic. Partly because you’re afraid of the answer. You don’t want to hear how you’ve made her feel insecure. You don’t want to know all the troubles you’ve indirectly or directly put her through.
Although it will be easier to talk about this when she’s intoxicated since she may not remember it, it isn’t right.
“Don’t compare. You have talents I don’t have,” you say.
“’ike?” she wonders, but you shake your head.
“We can talk about it when you’re sober,” you explain. After making sure everything is paid for, you gently help her down the stool.
“’ne’ore bar!” she begs, hands holding your arms tightly.
“One more,” you repeat, “but a small drink this time,” you bargain.
“Ye’sh!” she shouts, throwing her arms up and tripping over her feet. You reach out quickly and steady her. Once she’s balanced again, you carefully walk toward the exit. You lean Dae against you to try to get her to stop swaying as you walk to the next bar.
“’ey! Whadd’s ‘at?” Dae quickly points to the floor, reaching down before you can stop her. The fast movement combined with the shift in weight has her falling to the floor. You instinctively reach out to ease her fall, but it’s no use. She’s on the floor before you can blink. There is laughter behind you, but you ignore it. It isn’t the first time someone’s fallen over from being drunk on this street.
“Fhuck!” Dae whines and stares at her hands. There are a few concrete burns on them, but nothing antibiotics and band-aids can’t fix.
“I think we’re done for the night,” you say and offer a hand to her.
She repositions to her hands and knees, reaching up to grab your outstretched hand. However, her supporting arm isn’t strong enough to hold her weight, and the sudden tug on your hand as she falls again forces you to the floor. You hit her head on the way down, yelping at the feeling and letting go of Dae to caress the area. Additionally to the thud, there is a crack as you fall.
For a second you think you broke something. Though, besides the soreness on your hands, knees, and head, nothing feels broken. You move your legs to rest in front of you only to see one of your shoes has lost its heel piece.
The giggles behind you grow louder.
“How pathetic,” a voice laughs. It’s familiar, but you dismiss it to be someone you heard in one of the bars you went to.
“Really,” another person adds.
You dust off your legs, seeing matching red on your exposed skin. Dae’s sudden loud voice makes you jump.
“’ere it is!” Dae announces happily. Her hand comes into view, and in it is a coin. Your shoulders sag.
All this for a coin.
“You’re going to spend that on buying me a new pair of shoes,” you huff, removing your heels. It isn’t ideal to walk barefoot, but you don’t feel like hobbling your way around.
“No!” she cries and moves the coin from you quickly. Her movement is too big and quick, and you have to grab her again before she falls backward. You swiftly tug her upright.
“Just stop moving!” you growl and tighten your hold on her to keep her still.
“Wait, is that Yn?” someone says behind you. At the sound of your name, you glance over your shoulder. As if your night can get worse.
Hajun sputters, a smile growing at the sight of you. “Oh my god, it is. No wonder they are so pitiful.”
“Both of them,” Hana giggles.
“Of course, you befriend those similar to you. It’s only right they’re friends.”
Your eyes narrow on them, hand twitching as you fight the urge to chuck your non-broken heel at their faces.
“Isn’t that right?” you scoff. “You’re both pieces of shit and friends. Wow! Truly a match.”
You clasp your hands together, voice going higher as you pretend you’re elated for them.
“Says the whores who are on the floor. It’s where you belong anyway,” Hajun replies, arms crossing over her chest.
“And you know where you belong? Beaten and bruised in the hospital. I can help with that,” you threaten and start to stand up to do just that. However, there is wetness spreading on your lower half accompanied by gagging. You gasp at the sensation and look down to see what happened.
Your night definitely just got worse.
Dae has emptied her stomach and looks like she’s about to do it again. You scramble up and move aside, grabbing her hair to hold it back as you try to block out the sound of her hurling. You hate that you can feel her vomit trailing down your legs now that you are upright on your knees. The thought alone has you almost joining her.
“Oh, this is just perfect,” Hana laughs.
“Where’s my phone? I need a picture,” Hajun says and pats her body in search of the device.
“A picture of what?” a new voice questions. Joshua walks from behind them. Great.
“That,” Hajun replies with a laugh. You quickly glance down, letting your hair fall into your face so he can’t see you. You don’t need more people who know you see your current situation.
“Leave them alone, guys,” Joshua says. You start to panic when you hear footsteps. Though, the person doesn’t get far.
“You’re right, we should just go,” Hajun answers. “Come on.”
There's a shuffling of feet before footsteps occur again, but away from you this time. You sigh internally and turn back to Dae.
“You okay?” you question.
“I-I thwink you’re right. ‘hat was-h the las’bar,” Dae groans, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
“Let’s get home,” you instruct and grab her hands slowly. You don’t want her to throw up again from moving too fast.
“Where did they go?” another voice asks from afar.
“They said they would wait outside the door.”
Your body tenses at the voice. You are imagining it. Your brain is just choosing the worst time to think of him. It’s all in your head.
“Over here!” Hana calls out.
You steadily stand up with Dae, her arms gripping yours tightly.
“Easy,” you speak calmly. Your gaze drops to your discarded shoes on the floor. You want to pick them up, but you’re afraid of letting go of Dae. Sighing, you decide to leave them.
“’m shorry,” she mumbles as you take a step forward. You want to find a bench you can both rest on as you wait for a ride.
“Ah, they’re over there, let’s go,” the first voice says.
“Just wait a minute. They look like they need help.”
No. No, you don’t need help.
“Where are you going? They’re fine!” Hajun calls out. You turn Dae around and start the other way.
The feet are jogging toward you now. You have no other choice but to prepare to see the last person on your desired visiting list. There’s no way you can transport yourself and Dae away before he reaches you.
“Hey, do you need a han—C-Cherry?” Seungcheol stutters when he comes next to you. You slow in your steps, reluctantly looking up to see him.
“No. We’re fine,” you reply sternly. Despite your answer, Seungcheol puts an arm around Dae to offer more support. You stand your ground and don’t let her go.
“Who-sh ‘erry?” Dae wonders.
“No one,” you tell her and then look at him, “Seungcheol, let her go. I’ve got her.”
“What’s going on?” Joshua’s face suddenly pops up behind Seungcheol. Seungcheol stops walking, and unless you want to play tug-o-war with Dae, you have to stop too.
“Yn?” he asks, shocked. Then his gaze goes behind him. He makes a disappointing noise. “No wonder they wanted us to leave so fast.”
“What are you talking about, Shua?” Seungcheol questions. He still hasn’t let go of Dae.
“Ha—” Joshua starts but stops when Hajun’s voice sounds.
“Oh my, is that Yn? Oh no!”
Hajun appears in front of you. Your first instinct is to punch her; that’s evident in the way your hand fists in a ball at your side.
“Are you okay? Do you need a ride?” she looks at you with a worried expression. Your mouth drops slightly at her unexpected reaction. A few minutes ago she was a devil, but now she is an angel? Since when does she pretend to be nice?
“’uck off,” Dae mumbles. You let out a silent laugh and glance at her. She looks exhausted and dizzy, yet her eyes are on Hajun.
“M-me? But I’m just trying to help.”
“Oh, really? How does taking a picture of us help?” you wonder.
“What picture?” Seungcheol questions.
“I don’t know what she’s talking about,” Hajun answers, looking at him innocently. Your gaze moves to Seungcheol briefly. Did he say something to her, or is she trying a different tactic to get his sympathy?
“Yes, you do,” Joshua says.
“Shua! No, I don’t,” she whines and gives him a sad expression.
You do not have time for her games.
“Can you all just go away? I’m trying to get Dae home,” you sigh.
“Hm, ‘hat’ould be nice,” Dae mumbles.
“You’re right. We’re sorry to be bothering you. Come on, boys. We have another place to be,” Hajun concurs, gesturing to the rest of the group who lingers a few feet away.
“You guys can go without me. I’ll help them get home,” Seungcheol says. You whip your gaze to him, eyes narrowing in hopes it’ll make him leave. Though, your threatening glare has no effect on him.
“I’ll help, too,” Joshua adds.
“W-what? But we need you guys. They’ll be fine,” Hajun pleads.
Seungcheol chuckles dryly. “I doubt you need us to watch a movie.”
“For fuck’s sake, all of you leave now!” you growl, a headache sprouting. Your clothes are damp, your feet are aching, and your patience is gone.
“I’m not leaving,” Seungcheol says.
“Yes, you are. Go away!” you snap and shove at his arm that is on Dae.
“Don’t talk to him like that,” Hajun hisses and pushes you as if to get you back for shoving Seungcheol.
Oh, you are so over this girl.
Knowing Seungcheol is still holding Dae, you slip away from her and take a step toward Hajun. You reach out quickly when she tries to move away.
“Let go, psycho!” Hajun cries, innocent voice gone and back to how it normally is. You grip her arm tighter when she tugs on it.
“Remember what I said? Beaten and bruised in the hospital, bitch,” you snarl, fully preparing to swing a fist at her disgusting face.
Someone suddenly pulls you away, forcing your hand to let go of her.
“You’re such a fucking freak,” Hajun growls.
With all your might, you push away from whoever is holding you. You only have one thought in mind as you accost her again. Needing to act fast, you don’t hesitate to reel your hand back before connecting your palm roughly against her cheek.
Hajun shrieks loudly and places a hand on her face in surprise.
“Yn!” you hear Seungcheol scold but ignore him.
Hajun lunges toward you, but before she can do anything, you’re grabbed and twirled around to face the opposite direction. You stumble forward in their grasp when Hajun bumps into you both, unable to stop her momentum. You figure Seungcheol is the one who stops you, but when you raise your eyes, you see him still holding Dae, who is quickly falling asleep. Your head snaps up to see Joshua behind you.
“If you don’t let go of me, I will claw your eyes out,” you warn him. Joshua’s eyes widen at you before peering at Seungcheol.
“This is what turns you on?” he asks Seungcheol.
“What?” you and Hajun say in unison. Seungcheol glares at Joshua but says nothing of it. If you weren’t so occupied with the situation at hand, you may have let that sink in more.
“Don’t tell me you like her!” Hajun scoffs.
Seungcheol’s jaw clenches as he averts his gaze from Joshua to Hajun. “Go with the others.”
“Are you serious, Cheollie? You can do better than that. She’ll just make your life miserable,” Hajun exasperates.
You glance up at Joshua, battling your eyelashes at him. You change your tone to sound sweeter. “If I say pretty please, will you let me go? I promise to leave one eye in.”
“Charming,” he answers with a small laugh and then flickers his gaze back to Seungcheol. “I see the appeal now.”
“Shua!” Hajun screeches, betrayal in her voice. You send her a smirk and shrug. She looks like she is ready to lunge at you, but Joshua still stands between you two.
“Joshua, can you give me your keys?” Seungcheol asks. Joshua digs out his keys from his pocket with one hand, keeping the other around you in case you decide to escape. He tosses them toward Seungcheol and he catches them with ease. Seungcheol doesn’t say anything else as he picks up Dae in his arms, then walks down the sidewalk.
“Cheol!” Hajun calls out. He pauses to peer back.
“Go with the others, Hajun. I’m not going back,” he replies before continuing his walk. You stare at his back, a little dumbstruck that he’s actually helping you rather than leaving you for his friends.
Joshua releases his hold and begins to follow Seungcheol. He stops when you don't move.
“I’m not dumb enough to leave you together. Let’s go, Yn,” he says and grabs your wrist.
You open your mouth to get the last word, but the look of utter betrayal on Hajun’s face is satisfying enough. Thus, you let Joshua pull you away from her.
When you arrive at Joshua’s car, Seungcheol closes the door after putting Dae inside. She’s passed out now. You place a hand on the handle, ready to climb inside, but Seungcheol stops you.
“Now’s not the time to be chivalrous, Cheollie,” you say, voice a little mocking at the nickname Hajun uses for him.
“You’re not going with him,” he answers firmly.
Seungcheol puts his focus on Joshua and says, “Text me when you get home safely. Thanks for taking care of her.”
“It’s no problem. See you guys!” he replies and gets in the driver’s seat.
“He’s taking Dae to her home? I should go, so I can take care of her,” you explain and take a step toward the car. Seungcheol grabs your upper arm and pulls you away.
“No, he’s taking her to his. She’ll wake up confused, but she’ll be safe. Now, let’s go,” he answers. He lets go of you and walks in the other direction.
“Go where?” you huff, watching Joshua drive off for a few seconds before jogging to catch up. He doesn’t reply. You roll your eyes and keep following him.
A sudden pain in your foot has you gasping, wrapping a hand around it, and looking down to see what you stepped on.
“Stupid rock,” you mumble while glancing down at the damned stone.
“Where are your shoes?” Seungcheol asks, stopping a little ways ahead. You would have thought he’d noticed earlier, but you guess he was more focused on other stuff.
“Ruined,” you shrug and gently put your foot down. You start walking again, limping as you go. It isn’t bleeding, but the area is a little sensitive.
Seungcheol takes a few big steps toward you.
“Didn’t I tell you not to walk barefoot?” he questions before picking you up without warning. Usually, you would whine, but your feet are aching from the rugged terrain so you let him carry you.
“Hm, did you? I guess I didn’t hear,” you answer, snaking an arm around his shoulders.
Seungcheol doesn’t reply, his focus in front of him. Like before, he rests you on his shoes while he opens the door.
“I don’t want to ruin your car,” you say, gesturing to the throw up on your clothes. You’re sure you’ve already ruined his clothes, but you’re nervous about being trapped in a small area with him now.
“I don’t care. Get in,” he replies. You hesitate long enough for Seungcheol to gently nudge you.
“Alright, alright,” you murmur and climb in. Despite your worry about dirtying his expensive car, you can’t stop your body from sinking into his comfortable seats. You’re tired mentally and physically, so it feels nice to finally sit down.
You expect Seungcheol to lecture you about anything and everything, but instead, he remains silent as he drives off. The tense quietness has you shifting in your seat. You look at Seungcheol, noticing the way he is tightening and untightening his grip on the wheel. Due to his short-sleeved shirt, you can see the way his muscles are flexing at the action.
Your gaze trails down his forearms, stopping when you spot the two bracelets you and Seoah made him. Your lips start to curl into a smile at seeing them. Although you had secretly hoped he’d wear them, you weren’t sure if he would. You feel a small sense of pride fill your chest before you remember the predicament you are in.
The grin quickly drops as your eyes go back to his face—jaw clenched and eyes firmly on the road ahead.
“You can’t be mad at me,” you say to break the silence. “She had that coming. You should be rather proud, actually. I’ve been wanting to do that for a long ti—”
“What were you doing out there?” he asks. You stop, eyebrows knitting together at his strange topic change.
“W-what? We were just drinking. Well, Dae was. I was just there to be a good friend,” you answer.
“Where was your ride?”
“I was about to call one,” you say.
His lips dip lower than they already are. “You shouldn’t use those services. They’re dangerous.”
“Oh, right. I’ll call my private chauffeur next time,” you reply sarcastically.
“You can call me,” he says as if it’s the obvious thing to do.
You laugh. “You’re the last person I would call.”
“Why is that?” he questions and looks at you finally. The red light shines an eerily glow on his face.
You shrug and peer away, not wanting to see him so…. disappointed? Mad? Dejected?
“You’re not my friend.”
“I’m not your friend?” he repeats with a scoff. At the green light, he drives again.
You stay silent this time.
“So, I invite you to dinner—twice—”
“Actually, the first wasn’t really a dinner,” you say.
Seungcheol takes a deep breath, and you can tell he’s trying not to get any more frustrated. You bite the inside of your cheek and fiddle with your clothes. He waits to see if you will say anything else before continuing.
“I drive you places. I pay for your food, I let you stay at my place. All because I’m what? A stranger to you?”
“I—Well,” you mumble. You don’t have anything to say to that because it’s true. He did all those things. It’s unlikely a stranger would do that. Maybe some of them once, but not multiple times like he has.
“Hey, wait, this isn’t the way to my house,” you observe outside. The area isn’t familiar to you.
“Hm,” he hums.
“You’re not about to murder me and chop up my body in little bits, right?” you ask, worried.
“No,” he answers. “That’ll take too long. I’d just—”
“Cheol!” you interrupt, not wanting to hear him actually say those words.
“Kidding,” he says.
He takes a long inhale, releasing it after a few seconds. You stay silent for the rest of the car ride. There is a strange part of you that wants him to rest his hand on you like he usually does, but that isn’t appropriate right now. Not to mention, most friends don’t do that.
You recognize the neighborhood as you near his apartment. It’s clear he had set his mind on coming here, so there isn’t a point in demanding he takes you home.
Seungcheol leads you directly to his bedroom with his hand in yours. He drops it once he stands in front of his closet. Watching him silently, he shuffles through his clothes before plucking off an item from its hanger. He quickly moves to his dresser and grabs two more pieces. He brings them to his bathroom, setting them on the counter. You follow him slowly. You hate how quiet he was. It’s unnerving.
“Shower and meet me in the living room,” he instructs. When your mouth opens, he quickly adds, “No arguing.”
“I-I was just going to say okay,” you explain. If it wasn’t for the stench of Dae’s vomit, maybe you would have argued. Though right now, you’re just eager to get out of your clothes.
“Good,” he replies. He leaves the room, shutting the door behind him.
The feel of hot water running down your sore body has you sighing out. Even his water pressure is perfect against your body. You could’ve stayed in there for hours, but you don’t want his water bill to soar, and you don’t want to turn into a wrinkly rat. With both these in mind, you finish hastily.
The clothes he has picked out are a hoodie, boxers, and shorts. You disregard the part of your mind that’s silently freaking out about wearing his clothes.
They are clothes. Just clothes.
It’s not a big deal.
Granted, most things are never a big deal, but you always make them out to be.
You dry your hair as much as you can before silently walking out of his room, seeing him dressed in shorts and a long-sleeved sweater. He must have changed while you were showering. He glances up when he hears the floors creak, eyes dropping down to your exposed skin.
“Are you cold? Should I get you pants?” he asks and starts to stand up. You put out a hand.
“It’s okay,” you say and sit down a good ways away from him. You tuck your legs under you, leaning sideways into his couch so you can look at him.
“You could’ve taken me home,” you say quietly.
“My place was closer,” he says as if that really makes a difference. You hum and cast your eyes on your lap.
“You can go back to your friends if you want. I’m fine now.”
Seungcheol exhales a breath. “What happened before I showed up?”
You play with the hem of the hoodie as you speak.
“Dae got drunk. She fell and took me down with her. Your friends showed up, and said some insulting stuff, as always. Dae threw up. Then you came.” Your answer is short and concise. There’s no reason to go into extreme details. He knows how his friends speak about you. At least how they did speak about you.
His eyes flicker over your body, stopping on your knees with a frown. There are small scratches from when you fell, but they don’t hurt much. They just feel like tiny paper cuts.
“Oh, Shua said he arrived at their place safely. Dae’s sleeping in his room right now,” Seungcheol informs. You nod.
“I’ll have to tell him thanks later,” you reply.
There is silence for a moment.
“Why did you hit Hajun?” Seungcheol asks. He watches you attentively, eyes roaming your face.
You try to stop the scoff from escaping, but you fail. “I think the question you should be asking instead is, ‘Why did you wait so long to do it?’”
Seungcheol purses his lips as he stares at you unamused. You sigh. You aren’t expecting him to bellow a laugh, but you at least hoped for… something less scolding.
“As I said, she wasn’t saying nice things, and she put her hands on me. I was tired of her bullshit. Are you mad at me because of it?” you ask. Even though you expect him to say yes, you hope he says no. You don’t want him to be mad at you. Especially when you feel you are in the right.
Seungcheol runs a hand through his hair, gaze tearing from yours momentarily. You eye the way his hair falls back into place easily. It’s almost mesmerizing to watch.
“I don’t know,” he finally answers.
“I see,” you say and readjust yourself on the couch. You let your legs dangle off the furniture while your back rests against the cushions. It hurts to see he still isn’t completely on your side. Even though you’re the one he left with, you can tell she is still in his mind. Your heart twists painfully at that.
“You should know if I were given the option, I would still do it again,” you further explain. No reason to make yourself seem like someone you’re not. You can call out how fake she was when she acted concerned, but what’s the point? Tear her down to boost you up? He probably already thinks badly of you. Maybe it’s better if he hates you. Easier, even.
You’re not sure what else to say, and he seems to be lost in his own thoughts. You carefully rise to your feet.
“I’ll take the guest bedroom,” you announce. You take four steps before Seungcheol speaks.
“I’m not mad at you.”
You turn to look at him and then answer, “It’s okay if you are. I hit your friend. It’s understandable to be upset with me.”
“I should be,” he starts, “but I’m not.”
“And why is that?”
“Because I know how she treats you.”
Ah, so he is aware.
“That’s nice,” you mumble, unable to hide the sass in your reply.
“I don’t like it.”
You shift your weight. You feel like what he said is a joke.
“Really? Because you seem to have no problem with it.”
“That’s not true,” he argues.
“It’s not? But you always let it happen.”
“I don’t. I can’t control what they say every time. I’m sorry they do that to you, but—”
“You’re not sorry. No, you can’t control their voices, but you can control who you befriend,” you reply.
“I can’t just drop them as friends,” he sighs.
“Why not? You really want to hang out with people who talk nothing but crap about me?” You don’t understand him. Some sentences make it seem like he’s on your side, and some seem like he isn’t. Does he really care about you?
“I’ve known them for a long time. We’re in group projects together. I see them too much to just cut off ties,” he reasons.
You nod. You get it. There is more to lose if he leaves them. Why is he even talking to you in the first place? He isn’t helping with your project and you don’t have history, so there’s no purpose to be around you.
“Then stop talking to me,” you suggest.
“What?” Seungcheol asks, taken aback.
“I can’t be around you when you’re friends with them. They’ve always got shit to say. You befriend people with similar attitudes,” you say, recalling what Hajun and Hana had said earlier. You don’t like them, but they were right about one thing.
“What makes you think I see you any different than them” you add. “Hell, you could be talking shit about me too. Do you all laugh about me in those little study rooms?”
“You really think I would do that to you?” he questions. His lips are set in a frown; he sounds hurt. Seungcheol leans forward to rest his elbows on his bent knees.
“I don’t know. You don’t really stick up for me when they do,” you say.
He sighs loudly, head in his hands, as he takes a few breaths. He’s in the same mental position as when he was in the café—torn between two different groups of friends.
You don’t want him out of your life, despite thinking differently when you first met him, but you don’t know if you can tolerate his friends much longer.
Your words are spoken softly, yet sternly. “When I leave in the morning, I don’t want you contacting me anymore.”
The sentence is similar to what you told him in the café, but this time, you will make sure that truly happens.
Seungcheol’s head pops up as you are turning around. You anticipate for him to call out or to rush to stop you, but none of those things happen. You make it to the spare bedroom and shut the door without Seungcheol’s interference. You hate that is the case. Though maybe it means it’ll be easy to go the next day.
There is a movement to your left, and you jump back in surprise. You turn only to see your reflection in a mirror. Goodness, you are so out of it. Your eyes linger on yourself. Your hair is slightly damp from the shower. Your makeup is mostly gone, but you can still spot a few smudges on your skin you couldn’t get off earlier. You look so different than what you are used to, but that is probably due to the change of attire.
You can’t remember the last time you wore a hoodie—a proper one. Not some fancy one that was more for style than actual comfort. His hoodie is soft inside and smells like a mixture of his detergent and cologne. It’s an interesting combination, but it makes you smile nonetheless. One which you force down when you catch sight of it in the mirror.
Seeing yourself look so ordinary in his home has those unwanting, imaginary thoughts creep in once again. They are dangerous. You know that, but oh, are they so easy to get lost in.
The vision calls this place home, where you can steal as many of Seungcheol’s clothes as you want. He would get onto you each time, but you know he’d secretly like seeing you in them. They would not only be different from your habitual style, but they would also be his.
His clothes on his girl.
Something that only he would see because while you’d enjoy wearing his clothes, you still would refuse to be seen in such casual wear beyond his humble abode.
Your heart yearns for that life.
Though as you turn off the light and climb into the bed, you let that fantasy get eaten by reality.
You’re not sure how long you’re asleep, but you stir when you feel the bed dip with an unknown weight. It moves closer, and you shiver when you feel something cold rest on your bare waist where the hoodie has risen. Then it holds you firmly while something shuffles in the bed closer. You register the weight to be a person’s, and you imagine it is Seungcheol.
The person presses you against their body, tucking your head into their chest as they rest their head on top of yours gently. The hand on your waist trails up your bare back. It rubs your skin softly, making your body sink further into the mattress. You keep your eyes closed, not wanting to wake from this dream your mind has created. If you aren’t able to have Seungcheol in the real world, at least you can have him here.
You don’t realize the tears rolling down your cheeks at first, but then you feel something tenderly swipe against your cheek. At first, you think it’s your own hand, but you don’t recall moving it.
In your dream, Seungcheol coos at you quietly. His hand is still sweeping across your back.
“I’m so sorry, baby,” he says, voice so soft that it feels like it’s a few feet away. You inch closer to hear it better.
“You want me to leave you,” he continues.
Goodness, why does he sound so far from you?
Your hands rise to the chest in front of you, hands fisting the person’s shirt. You’re afraid they’ll leave you.
“But haven’t you realized I can’t do that? You were confused when I told you I wouldn’t leave you even if I could,” Seungcheol pauses to take a breath, almost as if he’s pondering on if he’s ready to disclose this information.
“I can’t leave you because I… I like you. More than just an acquaintance, or a friend.”
You clutch the shirt harder, pressing your head deeper into his body. You want to hear this outside your dream so badly.
You squeeze your eyes shut harder.
You wish you could see his face staring at you with his warm eyes. To see his pretty lips stretch into a smile as he tells you everything you want to hear. Things you’re too afraid to ponder because it would make them more real.
“Shh, don’t cry,” he whispers and presses a kiss on the top of your head.
The feelings whirling in your chest are too much to bear. The dream has dug deep in your mind to pull out these pushed-down thoughts. Your mind has outdone itself with its imagination. You need to wake up before you fall harder for the man in your dreams. You ease your grasp on his shirt as if readying yourself to be pulled to reality.
Then reluctantly, your eyes open.
You fully anticipate seeing tear-stained sheets and darkness in front of you, but you just see the scenario your dream mustered. You blink several times to rid the memory. However, nothing works.
Your mouth opens in shock. Your heart was racing already, but now it’s beating so fast you think it’ll burst from your chest.
Seungcheol lies beside you, watching you closely.
“C-Cheol?” you whimper, mind foggy with what’s real and what’s your imagination. “You’re r-real?”
Your body is in fight or flight mode. The moment had felt so vulnerable; it was as though he had invaded your mind. As if he knew your deepest thoughts, and that terrifies you.
He stares down at you, face only half illuminated from the moonlight that creeps in through his blinds. “I’m real, Cherry. I’m right here.”
You both stare at each other. You can’t hear his heart palpitate over the sound of yours, but you can feel the quick rise and fall of his chest against your palms, which are still pressed against his body.
Your eyes flicker down. In the dim light, you can make out two small wet circles on his clothes, indicating that he was really there to hear you cry. The dream was not a dream. You feel embarrassed at having cried in front of him.
Then it all comes flooding back clearly. His words. His caressing. His tender tone. You wanted nothing more than to hear him say he wanted you. Because no matter how hard you tried to burn those thoughts from your mind, they always flickered back to life.
You don’t know when it happened.
You’re staring at him with puffy eyes one second and then have his mouth pressing against yours the next.
There is no gentle brushing of the lips this time. You’ve had enough of being interrupted. You need to feel him against you. You need his touch in the ways you’ve dreamt of before. From the way Seungcheol grips you tightly and kisses you fervently, you have a feeling he thinks the same.
The taste of his lips has you dizzy. When he glides his tongue against your lip, you unhesitantly grant him access. Despite the quick start of the kiss, he slows his movements when his tongue meets yours.
Your hands reach up to run through his locks while Seungcheol flips on his back, pulling you on top of him. His hair feels soft as it glides between your fingers, and when you run out of hair to grab, you tug on the ends.
Seungcheol moans into the kiss, hands moving to your ass and squeezing. It has your hips pressing against his body, and you whine when your clothed clit brushes him.
You pull away with a gasp. Your hands go to rest on either side of his head. Some of your hair falls into your face, and Seungcheol is quick to tuck the strands behind your ears. You don’t need to hear him say he wants to see your face. That’s evident in the way his eyes never leave yours. You take in his swollen lips and tousled hair—all because of you.
That’s all you think of as you dive back down again, tongue finding his easily and gliding together smoothly. He’s finally yours, at least for now.
Seungcheol keeps one hand on your ass while the other trails up your body. It slides under the hoodie and grips one of your bare breasts.
You mewl at the touch, arching your back into his large hand. He massages the flesh gently for a second before he moves the hand on your ass to do the same to your other breast. Your body is warming rapidly. Your heart never calms with each new feel of him.
When you pull away to catch your breath the second time, you sit up and pull the hoodie from your body. Seungcheol rests his hands on your lower back. He watches silently in awe, feeling your back arch as your naked body is exposed to him.
“So fucking pretty,” he murmurs, quickly propping his body up with one hand to get closer. The other reaches up to the back of your neck to pull you down to him. You hum against his lips as you straddle him, hands playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. Your arousal is pooling in your panties, and you need to do something to relieve some of your need.
Seungcheol groans, hands immediately going to your hips when you start grinding against his crotch. You hold onto him tightly, using him as leverage as you rub your clit against him. He pulls away from the heated kiss to remove his shirt. As he tosses the material somewhere in the room, your hands quickly press against his taunt torso. The force at which you do so has him falling back onto the mattress unexpectedly, his hair fanning around his head. He laughs, eyes turning into half-moons and dimples coming out to greet you—making your body warm for another reason.
“S-sorry,” you giggle, hands still on his chest as you lean over him.
You can’t see him clearly, but the weak light cast causes a portion of his muscles to be outlined. Although you’ve gotten some hints about his build when he wore specific clothes, they don’t do justice to how fit he is.
“Are you going to give me another compliment, baby?” Seungcheol teases when you continue to stare; his voice is lower than before. It isn’t as deep as when he first wakes up, but the sound still goes straight to your core.
You squeeze your legs around his body, and he smiles at your reaction, grabbing your wrists. He guides your hands down his torso, forcing you to sit up gradually. You hold your breath as your gaze follows your hands south. You feel his toned body under your hands. Even though he doesn’t have a slender body, he is buff and muscular, and you find that much sexier.
“I don’t need your ego any bigger than it already is,” you protest.
Seungcheol stops guiding your hands when you reach the waistband of his shorts. He lets go of your wrists and moves his hands to rest on the top of your thighs.
“But I gave you one earlier,” he pouts. Full on pouting like he is a toddler who is getting denied candy. You curse him silently for looking so cute when he does that.
You huff with false irritation, folding quickly. “Fine. You look handsome.”
Instead of smiling, he keeps the same expression. He doesn’t say anything, and you roll your eyes at what he wants.
“And hot,” you continue. This gets his pout to ease slightly. He’s annoying, so you play with the strings of his shorts. It has his face contorting in surprise. Though once he realizes you’re just trying to get out of giving him more compliments, he pouts again. What a big baby… A big baby who you can’t help but fall for more despite his needy childish behavior at the moment.
“And sexy,” you murmur, curling your fingers over the top of his shorts and underwear.
Slowly, you begin to slide both pieces of clothing down. “And alluring.”
“Alluring?” Seungcheol asks quietly, trying to keep his gaze on your face, but it keeps going back to your hands. “T-that’s new.”
You hum, biting the inside of your cheek when your eyes catch sight of his hard length. The wetness between your legs grows while you slide his clothes off.
“N-nothing about my personality?” he teases softly. Once the material is on the floor, you look at his face. He looks like he’s trying to keep his thoughts coherent.
You smile sweetly at him, a hand trailing up his thick thigh. “How could I forget, hm? You’re beyond obnoxious.”
Before he can reply, your thumb is spreading his pre cum across his tip. Your hand then wraps around the base of his dick. Seungcheol curses under his breath as his eyes widen slightly.
“You’re so annoying,” he gruffs.
“One of my many talents,” you reply teasingly and then lean down.
You kiss his tip gently, eyes flickering up to see his face. His jaw clenches when your tongue licks from the base to his tip gradually. You repeat this action, forcing the smile from your lips with each sharp inhale Seungcheol takes.
His head pushes back on the pillow when you take him in your mouth, lowering yourself until his tip barely touches the back of your throat. Each bob of your head has his cock hardening more. He’s thick, and from the way your mouth stretches around his shaft and from how your hand can’t close all the way, you can’t stop the aching between your legs.
“Shit, Yn,” he breathes out, hand coming up to press down on your head. A louder moan sounds from him when his tip hits the back of your throat for a second. You gag at the sensation and pull away, pumping his length as you take a short breather.
“You’re doing so well, baby,” he praises, voice gentle and caring. His hand reaches down to swipe at the spit covering the corner of your lips. “You think you can do that one more time?”
Nodding, you lower yourself again. You start moving your head up and down on his cock, but eventually, Seungcheol starts thrusting his hips up shallowly. You hollow your cheeks and hum around him, earning you a moan from above at the vibration.
This time when he hits the back of your throat, you stay still. The hand at the base of his dick moves, and you hold his hips instead. Seungcheol draws out another curse when his dick goes farther down your throat. Your nose brushes his pelvis, but he pulls you off before you go all the way down.
Both of you are breathing heavily. Seungcheol’s eyes watch as a string of saliva connects you to his cock. His hand comes up again, breaking the connection as he smears the spit across your cheek. It feels utterly dirty what he does, but your thighs press together at the action.
“Come ‘ere,” he murmurs and guides your body up to his.
He kisses you passionately and holds you close as he slowly flips you over. His lips are still on yours when your back rests on the mattress. The kiss lasts a few more seconds before he breaks it off to trail kisses down your neck. Your eyes close as you angle your chin to give him better access.
While Seungcheol kisses your neck, his hands roam your body. Eventually, one of his hands finds your clit, and you jolt when he starts rubbing circles. Seungcheol nips and licks at your skin, causing you to moan out when he bites a little harder. His hand trails from your bud to your core. He groans quietly against your skin while feeling your damp panties. He rubs you through the material, which has you squirming under his touch. You need to feel him directly—not over your stupid underwear.
“Cheol, take them off,” you whine and move his hands to the top of the material. He adheres to your demand and swiftly pulls the boxers off.
Seungcheol’s mouth opens slightly at the sight of your drenched folds. The coldness of the room has you shivering. Before you can say something, he lowers his head while grabbing your ass and lifting your hips. Once you are close enough, he licks up your slickened lips.
A gasp leaves your mouth at the feeling of his warm tongue against you. He laps at your juices a few times before flicking his tongue against your clit. Your eyes are stuck on him between your legs, completely enraptured at the sight. Quiet gasps leave your mouth as he sucks your bud. He hums happily at your sounds, and then he trails his tongue up your slit, the tip of his tongue prodding your entrance for a second, earning a cry when he simply goes past it.
Seungcheol climbs over you before he can touch your clit. He finds your mouth quickly, forcing his tongue inside. He’s gathered some of your arousal in his mouth, and from his quick actions, he accidentally gets some on the outside of your mouth. However, the grin against your lips tells you it probably wasn’t an accident. You are beginning to realize Seungcheol likes it messy.
One of his hand's toys with your clit again. The sensation doesn’t last long because he moves south. He slides his fingers between your folds a few times, coating them with your wetness, before slipping one inside. There’s no friction since you’re dripping with how aroused you are. You moan into the kiss, and Seungcheol’s smile grows.
He pumps his finger several times and then pushes in another. The slight stretch has you reaching up to grip his sides. He breaks the kiss, eyes staring down into yours as he continues sliding his fingers in and out.
You whimper when he inserts a third, your nails digging into his sides while holding eye contact.
“You’re going to feel so good around me,” Seungcheol thinks out loud.
You moan at his words, thinking back to how big he is. The stretch you’re feeling is only an introduction to what’s to come.
Seungcheol leans back so he can get a better view of your pussy. He aligns his fingers horizontally as he pulls out slowly, causing you to stretch more around his digits. As soon as he slips out, he spreads your folds to see your entrance. Seungcheol gathers some of his spit in his mouth before letting it drop onto your cunt. Then without warning, he rubs your pussy—starting slow but soon speeding up.
“Ah, s-shit,” you cry, hands fisting in the sheets. Your legs move to close, but he presses his other hand down on one to keep you spread.
“You’re making such a mess, baby,” he coos. You can feel a few drops of your arousal mixed with his spit land on the inside of your thighs from his bruising touch.
Just when you are about to plead for him to stop, he pulls away. His eyes are glued to your dripping cunt.
You’ve never felt as needy as you do now. Your eyes fall to his cock, erect and ready to be used. You swallow harshly and reach out greedily. Seungcheol takes your hand, kissing the back of it softly. His eyes are blown out, his hair tangled, and his chest heaving slightly.
He climbs from the bed, and when he gestures for you to come closer, you obey quickly. Seungcheol picks you up, making your legs wrap around his waist as he walks to his bedroom.
You lean down to kiss his neck, but that doesn’t last long, and you feel yourself falling back onto his mattress.
While the rest of the lights in the apartment are off, his side table’s lights are on. You take the opportunity to eye his figure again. His broad chest and muscular thighs have you squeezing around nothing. There’s a part of you that just wants to caress his body all night long; however, the ache between your legs tells you to do that another time.
“Don’t cry,” he says softly when you whine as he moves away from you. “Just gonna’ grab a condom.”
You nod, less sad at knowing what he’s doing. You move farther up his bed as he gets the packet. After securing the condom, he climbs over you.
He presses his lips against yours again, hands trailing all over your body. You let your hands do the same against his skin. It feels so nice to just feel him like you want. Each passing second has you eager for him. You put your hands on his hips and push them toward yours.
“Please, Cheol,” you beg quietly against his mouth.
“I’m really a good influence on you, hm, Cherry?” he playfully replies, lowering his hips until you feel his cock brush your pelvis. You press your body up and move your hips so your clit rubs against his length.
“B-be quiet,” you huff.
“I don’t think you want that,” he says. He grips his cock and rubs it along your folds to coat it in your arousal.
Your arms wrap around his neck, hips bucking.
“Do you want me?” he asks. His eyes bore into yours, the tip of his cock at your entrance.
You nod. “Yes.”
“And what do we say when we want something?” he questions. You roll your hips greedily, but he moves his dick to keep you unsatisfied.
You whine and lean your head back. “Stop playing games, Cheol.”
“That doesn’t sound right,” he tuts calmly.
You know he isn’t going to do anything unless you say what he wants. Whining again because you’re really annoyed with him, you pout. “Please.”
“Hm, close. What do pretty girls like you say when you want something?” he rephrases.
This arrogant man.
“Pretty please,” you concede.
Seungcheol smiles wickedly above you. He presses the tip against your entrance again but doesn’t fully push in. He gives just enough pressure to make you feel a slight stretch.
“That’s exactly correct,” he murmurs and finally slides inside slowly. “My pretty girl.”
A moan erupts in your throat at the feeling of his cock. You don’t know when you closed your eyes, but they open quickly when you realize you can’t see Seungcheol.
His brows are slightly touching, mouth open in concentration.
“T-tell me if you want me to stop at any time,” he instructs as he suppresses a groan.
“Okay,” you mutter. “Keep going. Please,” you beg when he pauses.
He nods and lowers his hips more, pushing more of himself between your walls. A curse falls from your lips when he goes deeper. He continues gradually until he is flushed against you.
Seungcheol rests his forehead on yours as he lets you adjust to his size. You feel so full.
“You doing okay?” he wonders.
You giggle, hand moving to rest on his cheek. “Yes. You feel so good.”
He tilts his chin so he can press a quick kiss to your parted lips.
“A compliment and I didn’t even have to ask,” he gloats and continues before you can reply, “Do you want to keep going?” he asks softly.
“Y-yeah,” you stutter, the need for him to keep going overpowering the need to sass him.
Seungcheol smiles down at you for a second before dragging his hips back, then forward again. He repeats those actions, each time getting a little harder. It has your body jolting up the mattress, but you don’t care. You just need him to continue.
“Doing so well, baby,” he whispers.
“You can go f-faster,” you say. Your hands trail down his torso until they rest on his sides.
“You sure?”
You nod, leaning up to press a reassuring kiss to his mouth. Seungcheol’s eyes are staring down at your chest but quickly snap up at the feel of your lips. He chases your lips after you pull away, slotting his mouth on yours once more. He slips his tongue in your mouth, and you welcome him happily.
Suddenly, Seungcheol’s thrusts speed up.
You pull away from the kiss with a small cry, hands gripping his sides tightly.
“Fuck,” you rasp.
Seungcheol sits up, moving one of your legs to rest against his front while the other lays upon his thigh. He places his hands on your thighs and then snaps his hips into yours rapidly. His eyes are locked onto where he slides into you, watching the way your pussy stretches for his cock.
Your hands move up to rub your breasts, back arching off the mattress when you twist your nipples between your fingers. Your eyes are half open with your lips parted. The feel of his thick cock dragging against your walls, combined with the pinch of your nipples, has you moaning nonstop.
“Shit, baby, you look so sexy like that,” Seungcheol growls, eyes watching your hands intensely.
The compliment has you mewling and clenching around his dick.
“You like looking sexy for me, hm?” he asks, subduing his moan.
You mumble a “yes,” hands pushing your breasts together to give him more of a show.
Seungcheol chuckles softly, lips spreading in a big grin, and slows down his hips. He’s breathing heavily, but he doesn’t stop. Your hands move from your breasts to grip the sheets.
“I would love to have you naked in my bed every day so I could admire you,” he continues. The word “admire” has your heart beating a little faster and a smile on your face. Seungcheol’s own lips tilt up in a grin at your reaction. He turns his head, giving your leg a tender kiss.
Seungcheol glides his cock out of your pussy slowly, and then when just the tip remains, he slams back in roughly. Your breath gets caught in your throat at the power of his hips, walls squeezing around him for a moment. He groans at the feeling.
Seungcheol’s eyes trail from your face to your breasts. They move each time he pushes his length back inside, and it has him gripping your thighs harder. Your skin starts to sting under his touch, but the pleasure between your legs outweighs the pain.
As if reading your thoughts, he eases his grip and carefully moves the leg against his chest to the side so you are spread wide for him. He leans over you, gradually lowering himself so his body is fully on yours. There’s enough pressure to feel his skin flushed on yours but not enough to suffocate you. He moves his hips slowly now. They are shallow thrusts, but he still feels heavenly.
“You sound pretty when you sing for me,” he murmurs, head tucking into the crook of your neck.
Your arms readjust so they enclose around his shoulders. You also wrap your legs around his lower back to keep him close, holding him tightly as you get lost in the way he presses you into the mattress with his body. Your heart clutches at how intimate you feel with him. This type of gentleness is so different from what you experience with him. It’s nice. You wish you can feel it again in the future.
Giggling at his compliment, “T-that’s cheesy, babe.”
You feel him grin against your neck.
“It’s the truth. I love hearing you,” he replies against your skin. It tickles, causing you to squirm beneath him, but you don’t move much since you’re pinned under him.
“I’m close, Cheol,” you whisper into his damp hair. He nods to let you know he heard you. He stays against you for a few more seconds, and you hold him gingerly as he continues rutting into you. You store the memory of his loving embrace in your mind for safekeeping.
Seungcheol slowly leans up. He plants a soothing kiss on your lips before adjusting himself for better leverage. His shallow thrusts steadily get deeper, and his pace increases in speed until he is nearly pounding into you. One of his hands moves to rub tight circles against your clit. A string of moans leaves your mouth as he pushes you closer to your release.
Seungcheol moans when your cunt squeezes his cock.
“God, you’re going to be the death of me,” he husks.
Even though you don’t say anything, your body is conveying how close you are. Seungcheol’s quick pace grows a little frantic, a little desperate as a hand still plays with your bud.
His name leaves your lips when you come, legs shaking slightly as your orgasm courses through you. Seungcheol slows his thrusts as he eases you from your high.
“That’s it, baby girl,” he praises quietly as your body starts relaxing on the mattress. Gently, he pulls out and removes the condom.
When your eyes refocus, you see Seungcheol sitting up on his knees, a hand pumping his shaft. Even though tiredness is taking over your body, you move so you are in front of him on your hands and knees. You remove his hand and replace it with yours.
He watches silently, mouth falling open when you wrap your lips around him again. Hollowing your cheeks, you bob your head quickly while your eyes watch him above. He rakes a hand through his slightly wet hair before bringing that hand down on your head. He slides your hair from your face, then begins to move his hips.
The sound of you taking him in your mouth fills the room. Seungcheol whines, pushing your head farther and letting out a moan when he hears you gag. He pulls you off him, and you gasp for air once you can.
“Almost there,” he informs you before lining himself at your lips again. You nod, making Seungcheol smile as he pushes his dick between your lips.
You breathe through your nose as he fucks into your mouth. Tears start forming at the corner of your eyes when he hits the back of your throat continuously. Seeing his blissful expression has a sense of pride blooming in your chest. It feels good knowing you are bringing him so much pleasure.
“Fuck,” he gasps and pulls away suddenly. You cough when you inhale too quickly. Seungcheol’s head leans back as he slides his hand up and down quickly on his cock. He waits until you’re better before he brings his tip to your lips. You open your mouth, ready for him to use your throat again, but instead, he keeps his dick resting against your parted mouth. Understanding his plan, you stick your tongue out. His eyes stare down at yours. He looks so sexy with a sheen of sweat covering his skin. His forehead is exposed, and his face is scrunched in concentration.
Your name leaves his mouth as a curse when he comes. You moan quietly, eyes closing when you feel his cum land on your face and tongue in spurts. Seungcheol is panting above you, and as you open your eyes again, you see he never tore his gaze from your face.
You go to close your mouth when he’s done, but he stops you—hand cupping your jaw and fingers digging slightly into your cheeks to keep your mouth open. The fierce gaze he wears is one of authority, and fuck, does that have you squeezing your legs together more.
Slowly his cum trails down your tongue, dangling from the tip before it falls onto the bed’s cover. The urge to close your mouth is strong. Even though Seungcheol is holding your mouth open, his grip isn’t strong enough to really stop you if you want to close it. However, you want to please him, so you push down the feeling and stare at his face.
His eyes follow his cum gliding off your tongue, biting his lip at the sight. Goodness, he’s just breathing, but he looks so attractive.
You force down the moan you want to make at knowing Seungcheol gets off on being messy. You want him to make a mess out of you more.
“My good girl,” he whispers. He gathers the cum that landed on your face and moves it on your tongue. He releases the grip to let you close your mouth, staying silent as he watches you swallow the substance.
He leans down and gives you a lasting kiss for a reward before climbing off the bed. He leaves to grab a warm washcloth to clean off the residue on your face. The affectionate smile he dons is contagious, and you stare up at him contently as he cleans you carefully. Once he is done and the towel is discarded, he comes back.
“Move up, Cherry,” he instructs gently as he nods to the other end of the bed. You follow his order quietly. In one hard tug, he pulls the cover from the bed. He dumps it in the corner of the room and then grabs another from his closet.
“Now, lay down,” he says. Once you are in position, he flicks his wrists to open the cover in the air, letting it float down onto your body.
You giggle. “You could’ve just unfolded it first.”
“But wasn’t that more fun?” he replies with a grin.
He climbs in next to you after switching off the lights, hands finding your body quickly. He lays on his back, one arm wrapping around your shoulders while the other rests on his chest. You press your body against his side and bring a hand up to his chest, intertwining your hands together. You watch as he shakes your hands together playfully.
“I think I had more fun earlier,” you belatedly reply.
Seungcheol chuckles. “Is that so? Did I fuck you that good, Cherry?”
You squeeze his hand at his words, not sure why his question has you suddenly feeling shy. Maybe it’s because you’re still feeling a little in the clouds, and your normal bratty self hasn't yet reemerged.
“I had fun too,” he adds when you don’t reply. “I would do it again.”
“Yeah?” you wonder, hopeful eyes glancing up at him. It’s definitely something you won’t oppose if the opportunity arises in the future, and you are happy to know he feels the same.
“Yeah,” he echoes.
A grin spreads on his face upon seeing your expression. He leans down, giving you one last kiss as if promising to keep his word. The act has you wanting to kick your feet as you giggle, but you suppress the desire to do that.
Instead, you snuggle against him more as you let your body begin to melt into his. Comfortable silence fills his room, and you can feel sleep consuming you slowly.
“Sleep well, baby,” Seungcheol says quietly and unravels his hand from yours to move your hair from your face. You peer up at him, smiling.
“Goodnight, Cheol.”
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Like A Girl (Like A Man)
Shifty Powers x OFC
Chapter 39 - Epilogue: Donadagohvi
Summary: She studies her husband’s face. It’s lined with age, but still as beautiful and as bright as the day she met him.
A/N: Alright, y'all - we've made it! But before we get started, I've got some things I have to say.
This fic was started during a very strange era. I hated what was going on in my life but didn't know how to fix any of it. Long story short, but I decided to run away one day, and ended up in Toccoa. While standing in the military museum there, I started thinking about Deborah Sampson (a childhood hero of mine), and wondered what would happen if a story like hers happened during WW2 - specifically, if she was a paratrooper. Thus, Zenie appeared in my brain, and this epilogue wrote itself in my mind as I went through the museum.
I was never sure if I would share this fic until the second that I hit "post." Zenie was just a way for me to blow off steam, to escape - to fulfill my desire to be someone else for a bit. (Coincidentally, all themes throughout the fic.) I didn't know how people would respond to this story, or to this character, and I only ever had the courage to start uploading chapters because of friends like @latibvles and @liebgotts-lovergirl who showed enthusiasm for it.
So I couldn't upload this chapter without a massive sgi (thank you) to them, as well as to everyone else who has read this fic and been so kind to it, and to me. Thank you for welcoming me into this fandom. Thank you for allowing me to share the Cherokee language with you. Thank you for all the support you've given me for both my writing, and as friends. Whether you knew it or not, all that kindness came at a time when I really needed it, and I appreciate you all.
Without further ado, here's the last laglam update, in which the fic's title finally makes sense. Much love 💖
Warnings: language, alcohol
Taglist: @latibvles @liebgotts-lovergirl @lady-cheeky @dcyllom @mads-weasley @ithinkabouttzu @mrs-murder-daddy @lieutenant-speirs
Eugene looks just the same as he did when Zenie first met him. So do all the other men on this side of the reunion. For her part, she also looks the way she did when she first met all of them – albeit like a girl rather than like a man. For now, her hair is long, and her chest unbound.
No one seems to have figured out why they all look young again, and it has only been mentioned in passing during the reunions. There are better things to do, like visit with those they can, and pass between the ones they left behind, feeling their hearts swell with love as they watch them laugh, watch them remember – watch them live.
Another thing that no one has figured out is why they seem able to come back to this world at certain times. David Webster says he once read that the veil between their worlds thins during certain times of the year, and that maybe this is true of the Easy Company reunions. Zenie, however, likes to believe that it’s the love of the people still living who allow them to come back. All that love with nowhere to go. Love so strong that remembering the people you felt it for brings them back.
No time to wonder now, though. Gene is already smiling at her in greeting.
“Hello again,” he greets as she joins him.
“Gene,” she teases him with an affectionate poke to his ribs. “You haven’t aged a day since I met you in forty-two!”
“Eh, I don’t know about that, Tommy Boy,” Luz’s confident drawl digresses as the radioman swaggers up beside her. “You look a little taller. What, did you finally hit puberty or something?”
Zenie rolls her eyes, but there’s no malice to it. She did, after all, keep him in the dark about her secret until her very last day in Europe. Instead of leading him on, she asks, “How does everyone look?”
“Us? The same as ever. Them? – “ Luz gestures towards the reunion that can’t see them. “ – Well, I guess they’re aging with grace.”
“Have you seen – “
“Bill and Babe are at the bar, as per usual. And your darling husband is somewhere around the middle.”
Zenie takes a step forward before turning quickly to face her friends. “Do y’all mind if I . . . ?”
Gene smiles. “Go ahead. That’s why we’re here.”
Grateful, Zenie takes off through the crowd. Visiting her friends like this is something she always looks forward to, but visiting those she left behind is a rarer treat, and she would like to check up on them. Especially Shifty.
Bill and Babe – to no one’s surprise – are the easiest to find. They’ve got the bartender in stitches with their jokes, and their own accented guffaws are like a lighthouse cutting through the crowd that makes them easy to navigate towards.
“Siyo, boys!” Though they can’t see or hear her, Zenie takes a seat beside them at the bar. “What’s new with y’all?”
“They’re drinking everyone under the table, as usual,” a familiar voice beside her announces as none other than Joe Toye takes a seat beside her. His expression is just as relaxed and confident as when they were young, but as he watches their living friends, something like longing flickers behind his eyes. “Too bad that we can’t show them who the real champs are anymore.”
“At least we can visit them.”
Joe nods, smiling sadly. “You made your rounds yet?”
“Not yet.”
“Well, we got time,” her friend assures her. They have nothing but time, actually. And they use it to sit with their friends, laughing along with their jokes and making their own, even though Bill and Babe can’t hear them.
As their jokes turn to remembrances, Zenie finds herself swept up in Babe’s retelling of the time she chucked an apple at Cobb’s head back in Holland. She barely remembers the scene, able to recall only a flash of anger and a split-second decision. Babe’s version is far better – he paints her out to be some sort of knight in shining armor coming to defend the honor of her friends.
Bill shakes his head and chuckles into his drink. “Goddamn. Zee sure could make a scene.”
“You weren’t even there when her secret got out,” Babe notes. “Now that was a scene!”
“No one ever brings it up,” Bill marvels, his eyes roaming over the crowd, searching for something. “You would think everyone would talk about it all the time. I mean – shit! A woman disguised herself as a man and made it from Toccoa to the bitter end before she got found out, and no one at the reunions brings it up.”
Zenie can’t help but smile at that. It’s true – her secret got out, she had to leave in a state of semi-disgrace, but at the Easy reunions, she was usually only acknowledged as Shifty’s wife. Sure, every now and then someone would tell a funny story about Sergeant Driver before throwing a knowing wink in her direction, but after all this time, it’s like they’re still keeping her secret for her. For her own part, she never brings up her service, except to mention in passing that she met her husband during the war. Even her own children seem to be under the impression that she must have been a nurse or a WAC, using that explanation to fill in the story’s blanks. Zenie never confirmed or denied their suspicions.
“Wish she were here,” Babe sighs. He orders another round of drinks, three this time, before placing one in front of the seemingly empty bar stool beside him – unknowingly, right in front of Zenie. He raises his own glass as he offers the last one to Bill. “To Zenie.”
Bill clinks his glass against Babe’s in a toast. “To Zenie.”
“To the best friends I ever had,” Zenie adds. During her last reunion – and even during the last year or so of her life – she could sometimes swear that she could feel a presence that she couldn’t explain. An unshakable feeling that those she loved who were already gone were somehow watching her would wash over her, though she could never explain why she felt that way. Now, she wonders if her friends feel that way about her. Just in case they do, she channels all her love into those words, hoping and praying that they can feel it.
As if on cue, the bittersweet moment ends when a woman with sleek, dark hair approaches the bar, smiling. “Uncle Babe! Are you ready?”
“Luna.” Zenie watches as her daughter throws an arm around each of the men at the bar, her smile just as bright as her father’s, outshining the sun itself.
“The real question is, are you?” Bill teases his goddaughter, cocking an eyebrow. “Don’t forget, kid, that your uncle is a champion jitterbug dancer.”
Luna sizes up the man in question. “Well, I’ve been practicing.”
“Don’t worry about her.” Babe takes one last sip of his drink and waves off Bill’s concerns. “Her mom could have been a champ, too. It’s in her genes; she’ll be fine.”
“The DJ said it’ll be the next song . . .” Luna begins explaining as she hooks her arm through her uncle’s and leads him towards the small dance floor.
Bill watches them go, chuckling to himself. “Real firecracker.” He glances at the drink set out in honor of Zenie. “God, I wish you were here, little brother. It’s not the same without you.”
“I am,” Zenie assures him. She’s only been gone for two years, but things have changed. That might have scared her once. Not anymore. “I have to go find Shifty. You don’t mind, do you?”
Bill doesn’t answer, of course, but it’s polite to ask all the same. Granny didn’t teach her to mind her manners for nothing.
Zenie weaves her way through the crowd of both the living and the dead. She greets several people, stops to exchange a handshake and a kind word, and sends a nod to those who she catches lurking at the edges of the room – people like Liebgott and Captain Speirs, who only show up in the margins of the reunions, watching, but never joining in. She needs to thank those two specifically at some point. But it’s like Joe said – they’ve got time.
As Luz promised, Shifty is seated at a table in the middle of the room. Their sons, Wayne and Willie, sit on either side of him, laughing along with some story that he, McClung, and Popeye are in the middle of telling. Zenie finds a space to stand behind her husband, being as present as she can. She places one hand on Wayne’s shoulder, and the other on Shifty’s.
At the moment of contact, Shifty’s posture stiffens, and his head turns slightly. Zenie freezes, like she’s just disrupted something. Has she? Can he feel her here?
Shifty only listens to the story being told halfheartedly now. He smiles and laughs in all the right places, but it’s obvious that he’s distracted. These reunions are supposed to be fun. Sure, they can get a little emotional at times, but she doesn’t want her husband missing out on her account. He’s still got a life to live. He needs to be in the present moment and enjoy it.
Zenie bends slightly so that she’s close to Shifty’s ear. She doubts anyone else at the table knows that she’s here, but she wants this to be a private moment for the two of them.
“Shifty,” she whispers. “I’m here. I just wanted to make sure that you’re okay.” She has to pause for a moment to think about what she wants to say. It’s one thing to plan what you’re going to tell somebody, and another thing entirely to deliver the message. Sometimes things get lost in translation. She learned that during their break back in the war.
She studies her husband’s face. It’s lined with age, but still as beautiful and as bright as the day she met him. God, she misses him. She misses all of them.
“The boys look well,” she continues, looking between their sons. “I hope they’re taking care of you for me. They’ve always adored you.” She pats Shifty’s shoulder. She shouldn’t take up his attention too much longer. “Take your time. Enjoy it. I’ll be waiting for you, okay? I’ll see you soon, Shifty.”
Not sure if it will work, she plants a kiss on his cheek. When she pulls away, she watches as Shifty’s hand comes up to touch the place where they made contact. Maybe he really can feel her here.
“Gvgeyui,” Zenie says. I love you.
Gene is waiting at the edge of the crowd when she finds him again.
“How’d it go?” He asks.
Zenie nods. “Good. You?”
“Good.” Gene’s dark eyes flick over the crowd. “It’s nice we get to do this.”
It is nice. Bittersweet, mostly, but it’s good to see their loved ones again, even for a short time before they have to go back. But returning isn’t bad, either. The weather is always warm. And there are people she loves waiting for her there.
In fact, she should get going for exactly that reason. Granny wants to dig ramps soon, and Mama informed her that there would be a pie waiting upon her return. No matter which side of the gauzy veil she’s on, there is always someone waiting for her, and always a place that she belongs.
For strength, Zenie takes Gene’s hand and gives it a squeeze. He returns the gesture, and they begin to walk away from the crowd. But before they go, Zenie can’t help but glance back at Easy Company one last time. Her eyes, as always, land on Shifty. She’ll see him again. She’ll see them all again, in one way or another.
“Until we meet again,” Zenie informs them all, whether they can hear her or not. “Donadagohvi.”
#crying over my keyboard someone plz give me a hug#band of brothers fanfic#band of brothers oc#band of brothers#shifty powers#shifty powers x ofc#hbo war#hbo war fanfic#oc zenie mcglamery#my writing#like a girl (like a man)
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Hello my love! I’m stopping by to wish you a Happy Simblr Gratitude Day!! 💖
I’d like to take this opportunity to let you know how much I appreciate you!
First of all, I’m absolutely in love with your story and all of the characters in it. The way you have created such perfectly imperfect characters that we can’t help but root for. They are flawed and they fuck up, but there is love in their hearts, and we see it and we want them to grow and find the love and happiness they deserve. (I will forever be a cheerleader for Theo fr!) But you have such a talent for character development and weaving complex relationships and dramatic storylines… I’m hooked for life! Please please please keep sharing with us!
Second of all, I appreciate your kindness and support and positivity! Nothing brightens my days more than the moments when blow up each other’s notifs as we catch up on posts. I love seeing you in my comments, and your love for Atlas brings me so much joy! 😊
I know I’m not alone when I say, you are amazing and your positivity and enthusiasm is infectious, and Simblr is a better place because of you.
ILYSM and I’m so grateful to know you!
🤗
gosh darnnit you know the way i am melting right now? THANK YOU THANK YOU BEYOND WORDS THANK YOU. it is so easy sometimes to stop myself from going too shitty on theo and then im like eh fuck it haha ! becuase he wouldnt be in character any other way . he is SHITTY. so im glad he can be that way and be flawed and you have love for him still despite it all.
YOUUUUUU are one to talk though. the way you had me hooked on dawn and phoenix from the very beginning and the way you write them with such ease? especially hard to talk about topics? please keep it up. and keep doing it <3
ALSO MORE ATLAS BC THATS THE LOVE OF MY LIFE FOR REAL?
i love you . endlesssss amounts of i love you
also if anyone is following me and is not following this lovely dollop please do <3 i promise youll be swooning in no time
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honey
i don't think you understand. LIKE, I JUST OPENED TUMBLR AND I SAW THE NEW ELI FIC (which I'm gonna read tonight because I can't rn and I wanna cry because I can't)
Like, I'm sorry if I'm just here rambling but IDK IF HOU KNOW HOW MUCH I APPRECIATE YOU WRITING ABOUT ELI
like omg I'm not breathing.
Like please that's literally me rn
I dont think it's normal for me to scream every time I see you or @/smilingformoney posting a new Eli fic. I mean, I love all of your fics, but Eli just has something 😽mwah😽
I SWEAR I'LL STOP RAMBLING I'M JUST SO THANKFUL ILYSM LIKE REALLY 🫶🏻🫶🏻
Honey, your excitement is contagious! 😄 I totally get it though—seeing a new Eli fic pop up is like finding a treasure chest in the middle of a desert! 🏝️ I mean, who wouldn't want to dive headfirst into that world of brilliance and mystery? Eli definitely has that special something that keeps us coming back for more! And hey, ramble away, no apologies needed! Your enthusiasm brightens my day more than you know! 💫 Sending you all the love right back! 💖
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Who’s your favorite character from FE Awakening?
!! EASY, Henry!! He's just a silly little guy..... juuust a silly little guy who has Nothing Wrong With Him. 😇💖
He absolutely drove me crazy though esp my first run, like. He is such a fascinating character, on top of being silly and not even slightly normal. His supports with Robin are so dear AND compelling to me. I also adore his Lissa supports too. Man it's actually been too long to bring up more examples/specifics, but he's just. Such a sweetheart, I am ALWAYS enthusiastic about the idea of repurposing dark magic to benefit others, and my god. Sir. Can you put that corpse hand down, please. What, were you raised by fucking wolves or -- oh. Well.
Actually addition what REALLY gets me about Henry is how he's a people-pleaser with no empathy. How he really doesn't know What to do with his own feelings, DEFINITELY doesn't know what to do with anyone else's feelings, doesn't even how to process them. But in some cases he knows Enough. Being, "I like this person". He doesn't need to understand how or why, but it's enough for him to know ohhhhh okay. I want your approval I want to do Nice Things for you and I'm going to cast blood explosion spell on anyone who even mildly upsets you (does NOT see the problem with this, I appreciate the enthusiasm sir but we need to take it down a few notches I think!!!!!). Also, the way his low to no empathy plays a part IN helping others, like the Lissa support!!! He cares about her and wants her to rest easy!!! He loves all kinds of creatures, but has no qualms about sacrificing them to help Lissa sleep better via magic spell. I've always found that aspect of him So fascinating. To have that deep love and respect for animals, but also an understanding and familiarity with the cycle of life and death. It makes me think about honoring an animal that's going to provide for you in its death (like livestock, ect). Just applied to magic!
That was. Supposed to be a small addition LMFAO like a side thought, but. I feel like that's only scratching the surface as well though, again it's been a while! I did actually start a new run a bit ago, but got distracted.... and have NOT been reunited with Henry yet. SAD. 💔
My other top Awakening faves are Maribelle (My Wife who I'm queer platonically bearding for) and Libra!
#ask answered!#also ESP unit wise! i love my critters (takumi and alcryst also fall under here)#first run i fell deeply in love w maribelle but also i cannot see her as anything other than lesbian#ylisse is fucked anyway though the heteronormativity there is insane. we gotta stick together.#and then i fell deeply in love w henry at first sight.#libra was more of a slowburn like. i absolutely did love him/enjoy his character#but he needed more time to take over my brain. get in my head. he is so good though#fe henry#my beloved...
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for this ask, i will take a few liberties with the concept so that it blends a bit more into the world of twisted wonderland! otherwise, the reader would look so scary to the other characters that the reaction would be about the same haha
fair warning though, i can’t say that i imagine most of the housewardens to be too positive, so please brace yourself!
i hope you don’t mind!
the housewardens with a jack skellington!reader
Riddle Rosehearts
❤️ riddle thinks you’re really annoying :(
❤️ scaring people for fun? curiosity over things that should be obvious? going against the order of things? absolutely not his style
❤️ that, combined with your unsettling appearance, would make him want to avoid you
Leona Kingscholar
💛 leona also finds you annoying, but mostly because you’re really, really noisy
💛 "what’s this?” “what’s that?” “BOO!” he finds most people annoying, anyways, and wants to be left alone to do his own thing. you remind him a lot of cheka
💛 he gets especially competitive when halloween rolls around, just because he doesn’t want to let you beat savanaclaw in the decor department
Azul Ashengrotto
💜 azul is very easily spooked and hates coming across you. it’s very easy for him to drop the façade of being a cool, tough businessman when you go out of your way to scare him like that
💜 he doesn’t particularly go out of his way to see you, but the leech twins find you extremely interesting, so he runs into you quite often
💜 you’re gullible, so he prefers to take advantage of your curiosity and get you to sign a contract
Kalim Al-Asim
🧡 kalim loves you! :)
🧡 he loves your curiosity and eagerness to try new things. it’s something that he can really relate to! especially your enthusiasm for halloween (and christmas), since he’s the absolute life of the party
🧡 whenever scarabia’s having a party, you are ALWAYS at the top of the invite list! he may even enlist your help for some of the entertainment
Vil Schoenheit
💖 he finds your appearance and demeanor revolting
💖 that being said, you are the first person vil will reach out to if his club is filming anything horror-related
💖 under any other circumstances, he’d rather not be seen with you. he thinks you’re pretty disturbing and a bit of a nuisance. rook’s obsessed with you, though
Idia Shroud
💙 thinks your cool at first, because he thinks you’re cosplaying from some horror video game or something. after realizing that this is actually how you look, and you’re one of those high-energy personality types, he’s terrified of you
💙 he doesn’t like being around most people, anyways, but he’ll go out of his way to avoid you UNLESS you’re down to talk about pumpkin hollow. but even then, after the conversation’s over, he’ll go back to avoiding you
💙 idia doesn’t mind playing co-op horror games with you online, but he’d prefer not to interact irl
Malleus Draconia
💚 you’re absolutely fascinating. he’s never seen anyone like you in his life
💚 malleus also really appreciates your curiosity for things around you, since he, too, is curious about a lot of aspects of human life
💚 he enjoys spending time with you and learning about your life, and in turn, he’s happy to share things about his. the two of you work together to learn about “typical” humans and experience life
#twisted wonderland#twst#twisted wonderland headcanons#twst headcanons#riddle#leona#azul#kalim#vil#idia#malleus#riddle rosehearts#riddle rosehearts headcanons#leona kingscholar#leona kingscholar headcanons#azul ashengrotto#azul ashengrotto headcanons#kalim al-asim#kalim al-asim headcanons#vil schoenheit#vil schoenheit headcanons#idia shroud#idia shroud headcanons#malleus draconia#malleus draconia headcanons
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omfg EXCUSE ME IF I SWOON FOR A SEC BUT i so love your art, the aesthetics of your blog, GAH EVERYTHING. and as an avid OC/canon (and SI) enjoyer myself i looooveee love reading all your posts and worldbuilding here. LIKE HELLO AMESUZIE IS SO CUTE
so i gotta know, what are both of their fave desserts? fave dessert that the other person makes for them? AND, what kind of dessert do you think “represents” them as a ship (aesthetically or otherwise)?
have a nice friday! (☆▽☆) 💜
Thank you so much for your patience, and for this cute ask!! I really cannot thank you enough for the support and the enthusiasm 😭💖💖 I put a lot of effort into my art/writing and the world building, and while I haven't gotten around to sharing everything just yet, it really warms my heart to see that what I've got so far is appreciated :33 but without further ado !! Here is the answer <33 :
a) fave desserts?
Suzie loves chocolate covered fruit, and Alfred loves ice cream! Although honestly, these food questions always launch Alfred into a rant going at Mach Jesus. Maximum Yapping, if you will. He, as a foodie, feels as though he's being made to choose a favorite child! Gasp!
b) fave dessert that the other person makes for them?
They make each other a lot of food honestly, but Alfred loves making Suzie cheesecake, and Suzie loves making him peach or apple cobbler !!
c) what kind of dessert “represents” them as a ship (aesthetically or otherwise)?
I'm very tempted and inclined to say a good ol' apple pie with ice cream represents them pretty well, not because it's Traditionally American™, but because it's such a reliable comfort food. Plus, it's got fruit for Suzie, and ice cream for Alfred. So a win-win all around! <3
#ask#art#info [ alfred f.j. ]#info [ suzie k. ]#thank you so much again !!!#i was going to draw them as that one thing hima drew#with alfred as some sort of apple pie-themed king#but alas my motivation has run dry hsjdsjhbd
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Rae! 🌷💕 It’s nice ask weekend at this point because it’s Sunday for us both lol. Appreciate you—especially grateful for your warmth, enthusiasm, and your top-tier meme game.
A question or two:
What’s your favorite part of your skin care routine?
I’m sure you’ve gotten a fair share of fic questions, but I’m curious— what are a few of your favorite romance novels? Other than RWRB of course. 🙂
Sonia! It's now Monday for me but time is fake anyway 😂🥰💖💕 So grateful for you and your friendship and especially the way that sometimes it feels like we're the same person, so you get me 🥰🥰
To answer your questions:
I don't think I've ever thought about my favourite part of my skin care routine!! It's not so much any particular step, though I do love the way using my rose quartz roller feels like a mini facial massage and the stone is nice and cool. As you know, it's a rather extensive routine, so it's nice to just take that time for me at the end of the day, like a mini pamper sesh!
Romance novels! Well, funny you should ask because - this is big news and I know you will appreciate it - I AM READING AN ACTUAL BOOK AT THE MOMENT!!!
I'm currently reading Something Wild & Wonderful by Anita Kelly and loving every word. I'd preordered it on my kindle because I really loved her other book, Love and Other Disasters, so it's been sitting there since it was released however many months ago. But a friend mentioned they'd started reading it and then I realised it was one of the many unread books on my kindle and the blurb gave me a similar vibe to one of my favourite SC fics so I decided that I'd try to read it and see if this was the book that might break my [redacted] months drought of reading books, and it has!!
Other romance novels I've really enjoyed that aren't RWRB off the top of my head: Boyfriend Material by Alexis Hall, Rosalind Palmer Takes the Cake also by Alexis Hall, Delilah Green Doesn't Care by Ashely Herring Blake
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❤️🔥 ship your tumblr cutie patooties (moots and anons) with a character + assign them a troupe ❤️🔥
Wow this has been sitting in my inbox for… far too long…
Alrighty friendos, get ready to be shipped!
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@cringeyvanillamilk: Steph, I ship you with Kyoujurou Rengoku! You deserve this sunshine man, okay girl! Kyoujurou is strong and dedicated. He's observant and helpful. You're very intelligent, always learning and willing to go. You both are also brimming with energy and enthusiasm for life! You'll set each other's heart ablaze with romance and inspiration to live full lives. Kyoujurou would defend you from any physical threats and with your understanding of the human mind and emotions, I'm sure you could talk him through the difficult relationship he has with his father and his heavy burden as a Pillar. Your trope with Kyoujurou is the Seduction-Proof Marriage. Kyoujurou would love you so much, he'd never even consider any other person once he's with you. No way, no how! And you're a loyal gal, Steph! Once you've got a quality man like Kyou on your arm, you know you're good. (Maybe he'll allow you to glance some other ways because he's that confident that you'll always be with him.)
@acacia-may: Dear Acacia, I would ship you with Mitsuri Kanroji! I love me the Obamitsu ship but you and Mitsuri would be quite the pair. You two have a lot in common personality-wise which is why I think you'd get along great. Mitsuri is the type of girl to see the beauty in everything. She admires and thanks everyone she meets. She's creative and free-spirited. Acacia, you have your Little Trees appreciation and I believe you've mentioned having a number of aus and ships so you've got a big heart and big brain full of creative thoughts. You two could probably go on and on about the nice people she works with or the medias you enjoy. I could see Mitsuri being interesting in learning recipes to accommodate your dietary restrictions too as she's ultra caring and into food like that! Lots of fun and love in your relationship. The trope I'd give you two is Sickeningly Sweethearts, though you two wouldn't gush about your coupledom all the time, you'd be so sweet with each other that it might give people cavities~! 💖
@lyranova: Lyra, dear, the person I ship you with is Loke/Leo the Lion. Loke is a very romantic guy and a bit silly with how forward he can be when interested in someone. He's got a complicated history with romantic relations and women in general but he doesn't let it show so I think that as long as you don't bring it up, it shouldn't cause any issues with the relationship. Loke would be your valiant knight to protect you. And if you ever learn to fight with your own power, he will acknowledge that strength and work with as an equal rather than being over-protective. Out of all the characters brought up in his post, Loke is the most experienced so he will know all the best date locations, no matter what your preferences might be. Your trope as a couple would be Terrible Pick-Up Lines. Sorry, not sorry! Loke would try to be a smooth talker but given your experience with fanfic, you'd probably just laugh them off because you know how funny they can sound. You'd still find it endearing that he's trying to smooth talk you though. Make sure to give him a flirty line back to let him know you don't see his one-liners as complete failures.
@marune2: I’ve decided to ship you, Marune, with Prince Cyril (from Beauty and the Beast of Paradise Lost). It’s the monstrous looks and kind heart of his that I think you might like (because you write characters that are that way). Cyril a bit (okay maybe a lot) snarky but he’s ultimately a good man! He's also magical and it's very cool when he uses his magic! He's got this gothic fairy tale vibe which I think you might enjoy. Cyril is fond of strong-willed people; with your goal to be a comic writer and the work you do, I think he'd give you a chance and grow fond of you with time. Our beast prince here is a little reckless at times and you're a caring person so hopefully you don't worry yourself sick over him. And be warned though, Cyril has some admirers who aren't friendly so when he shows an interest in you, be prepared to fight for your life. I'm definitely picturing the One Head Taller trope with you two. Because Cyril is tall (remember, he's a beast). He will probably poke fun at the height difference, but you can just yank him down to your level if you feel like messing with him back.
(Lowkey, I also recommend you read the manga. Just five volumes, there's some pretty gruesome moments, and there's a bit of dark magic and contracts involved. Though it is a mxf romance and I don't know how much that might affect your interest.)
@thoughtfullyrainynightmare: Twilight/Loid Forger is the character I'd ship you with, Laura. He's no Fuegoleon but he's as close as we'll get elsewhere. Loid is capable and intelligent. But despite being an acute spy, he's a bit dense on some things (like how is he not suspicious of Yor?) and isn't totally in tune with "normal" people which can lead to some awkward moments. But, Loid always tries his best, for the sake of his missions as well as the people he finds himself closely associated with/growing to genuinely care for. The trope I'd give you two is Brooding Boy, Gentle Girl. Loid doesn't brood so much as obsessively worries about his missions and I can see you, having a more normal life and a very understanding heart, finding a way to calm him down and give him advice when he's troubled (or give as good advice as you can when he'd be keeping the spy life secret from you. Though I think you'd eventually catch on cause you're so smart). (Lowkey I was gonna pair you with Loke as well because... Lion, but nah! 🤣)
@simpingforthisonedeer: Anshi, dearest, the fictional character I'd ship you with is Lord Grandfather. You like your old men (Julius/lh+j) and you like your villains (Lucius) so why not both?
But actually no, I'd ship you with Tengen Uzui. You two have a similar vibe in that you both can be loud and goofy, but when things get real, you both can buckle down and be serious. Tengen is more serious about fighting and the battlefield while your strong presence calls out people's nonsense or bad behavior. Tengen can come off as having an inflated ego but he puts on a bit of an act because he knows he's not a fighting prodigy like other characters and doesn't have the same people skills like other characters. You play yourself up too but I know there's genuine confidence in who you are and your abilities. I think you and Tengen would do a great job of building each other up because you two would see the greatness in each other. You two would definitely do the Romantic Ribbing trope. It'd be mutual, you teasing Tengen and him teasing you back because you both are smart and sassy enough to keep the banter going.
(Although you should probably be made aware that Tengen already has three wives and I don't know if that'd be a deal breaker or not...)
#questions from the ask box#soda asides#friends#steph the og mutual#fully bloomed acacia#lyra of the future#marune the devil delight#laura the writing senpai#anshi the inbox invader#kyoujurou rengoku#mitsuri kanroji#loke/leo#prince cyril#loid forger#tengen uzui#not a single black clover character made it into this post#but a lot of kny...#hmmm... the kny brainrot is returning...
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Hello! I’ve been meaning to say this for a while but I really love your art!! I’ve been a queen fan for a long while now, but only recently have I started interacting with other queen fans online, and your account is def one of my favs! I’m always glad to see your drawings on my feed :D
ps: I LOVE YOUR STYLEE TOO!!
This is so sweet, thank you so much! 🥺💕💜💖💜💕 and even though you're anon, I've seen a few people liking multiple posts of mine in a row recently and I really thank everyone for supporting my work, you included! The Queen fandom has been very quiet lately and it's becoming very hard for me to find the enthusiasm to share my art with others when the response is so little, so I'm sorry for not posting as much as I used to... but I DO appreciate every like, every reblog and every comment more than I can express both on new and on old art, thank you 🥺🙏🏻💖💖💖
#also really if anyone wants to reach out#ask me stuff abt queen or my art feel free to reach out!#also as I said in another post i have 5 years worth of fics and art so if you're looking for something i might've drawn go ahead and ask 🥰
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December Drabbles Day 20 - The Sweater Surrender
Read on AO3.
Banner fan art by the amazing @sayuri-liu
For @forgettable-fox. I appreciate you and your vision for the fandom. You've put in so much work and I can't thank you enough! I hope you'll have a restful holiday season! 💖
For 12 Days of Promptmas, Day 7: Sweater.
Day 20 - The Sweater Surrender
It was that gleeful look sparkling in Kagome’s eyes that instantly raised Sesshoumaru’s hackles. He knew his mate. Knew her moods, her quirks, her baffling sense of humour, her expressions. And the one she was wearing now spelt disaster.
“I got you something,” she declared.
And if she weren’t currently looking like the cat who got the cream, Sesshoumaru might have been delighted that his mate had decided to surprise him with a spontaneous gift.
So it was caution that coloured his voice as he replied: “Indeed?”
The snorting laugh that followed his response only increased his dread.
She brandished the paper shopping bag like a deadly weapon as she thrust it out to him. “Here!”
Sesshoumaru accepted the bag with the same enthusiasm he might show to handling a venomous snake. In fact, right this very moment, he may have preferred the snake. Paper crinkled, as he cautiously dug into the bag.
It was... a sweater. Sesshoumaru stared at it, struggling to keep his expression neutral. It was a sweater he definitely would never have picked out for himself. It was red. The kind of bright, garish red that he was halfway convinced might glow in the dark. And on the sweater was a penguin, of all creatures. All cutesy and cartoonish, splayed out and hopelessly tangled up with coloured fairy lights.
Sesshoumaru was still trying to make a sense of it, when his mate leaned forward.
“This is the best part,” she told him and giggled.
She poked at the sleeve of the sweater. The devilish snare of lights trapping the poor penguin flared to life. Burning his retinas with their flickering reds, yellows and greens.
“Why?” Sesshoumaru whined.
“Isn’t it the cutest?” Kagome enthused. “Try it on!”
Sesshoumaru pouted at the sweater. Each time the lights flickered, he had to fight not to wince. It was ridiculous. And deplorable. And it was making his head ache.
But, he conceded, glancing at his mate’s expectant face, none of that really mattered. He would wear it anyway. For her, he’d do much worse things than wear a silly sweater.
Besides, he wouldn’t be subjected to the torture of having to look at it once he had put it on. Sure, Inuyasha would laugh his insolent little ass off if he ever saw him in the sweater. His mother, though... His mother’s reaction would almost make sacrificing his dignity worthwhile.
Resigned to his fate, Sesshoumaru pulled the sweater on. And raised a pointed eyebrow at his mate.
“How is it?”
Kagome clasped her hands and beamed at him. “It’s perfect.”
And there it was, the one thing worth this humiliation. For her smile, he would do anything.
#sesskag#sesskag fanfiction#sesskag fic#12 days of promptmas sk#sesskag december drabbles#chie writes#fic: sk
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can I join the wolfwren discordddd
Hi Anon!
To prevent hate raids and people who are too young from joining, we do not post/share any of the invite links publicly. If you would like to join any of the sapphic servers, please send us a message off anon and let us know your approximate age. We appreciate your enthusiasm though 💖🐺
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