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Alex:
🏈 Moves a lot during his sleep. But he doesn't outright punch you by accident. You always seem to end up being under him.
🏈 Mumbles a lot too. One time, you woke up to him counting to himself, just like how he counts his bicep curls.
🏈 Wakes up early, just a few moments before you. He says it's because he needs to exercise the first thing in the morning. But it's actually because he felt you move out of the bed and he doesn't like to be alone.
🏈 Gives you all the pillows to make you comfortable. He says it's important for your muscles to get a good night's rest. He ends up hogging the blankets.
Elliott:
🪶 Sleeps like a dead man. He doesn't move at all, save for the occasional turning to the side to snuggle against you.
🪶 It takes him a while to finally succumb to slumber. He says it's because he's used to listening to the waves of the beach to fall asleep.
🪶 Silk pajamas, the man has sets of them. He keeps his hair down while sleeping so you sometimes wake up to your whole face being covered by his locks.
🪶 He's a late riser, mostly because he sleeps late too. He tells you that he writes better at night and he doesn't allow himself to rest until he's finished writing one chapter at least.
Harvey:
🛩️ Sometimes, Harvey forgets to take off his glasses before he goes to bed. Which is why he has so many broken ones that he tries to hide from you by kicking them under the bed.
🛩️ Professional cuddler. He always makes sure you're in his arms or vice versa. He needs to touch you in order to get a good night's rest. Doesn't matter if you two are spooning or if it's just his hand on top of your arm.
🛩️ Snores a lot. Goes "hoooonk mimimimimi hoooonk mimimimi"
🛩️ I like to imagine him wearing those pajamas that's like just a long night gown and those floppy pointy hats. You know the one.
Sam:
🎸 Alex mumbles in his sleep, Sam straight up sings. Usually it's outbursts of the choruses of his songs, sometimes he'd hum the tune out. You have a video of him playing air drums while sleeping. You sent the video to Abigail and Sebastian, and they never let Sam hear the end of it.
🎸 He wakes up super late most of the time. But on the rare occasion where he doesn't, he cooks breakfast and serves it to you in bed. Complete with a flower in a vase and everything.
🎸 Always kisses you before he falls asleep. Straight up drags you to his side of the bed to peck your lips.
🎸 Would take off his shirt to put it on you. He says he doesn't want you getting cold at night and waves you off when you refuse, worried about his wellbeing. "I don'T gEt sicK eaSiLy, Babe," ends up in the clinic to get meds the next day.
Sebastian:
👾 It's my headcanons and I say he moves a LOT during his sleep. So much so that you end up on the floor when you wake up. He refuses to believe that he does that.
👾 His sleep schedule depends on you. He refuses to sleep unless you're already in the house. He doesn't like the feeling of sleeping when he doesn't know you're safe. You'll find him waiting for you on the porch.
👾 Prefers to sleep on the side of the bed where the sun doesn't shine.
👾 Immediately feels it when you get out of the bed. And he wakes up immediately, groggy and needing a few minutes to register where he is. Even if you're just going to get a glass of water, Sebastian would wake up and ask where you're going.
Shane:
🐣 This man says good night to all the chickens in your coop before he goes to bed, I decided.
🐣 He used to get little to no hours of sleep but after moving in with you, he tries to get enough sleep as possible.
🐣 Hugs you in his sleep, all the time.
🐣 He wakes up the same moment you do, sometimes earlier. He gave himself the job to take care of your farm animals so you don't have to work too hard. So he wakes early to get the job done as soon as possible to spend breakfast with you.
🐣 My brother in Yoba, he would wake up in the middle of the night to get a snack. You would sometimes catch him in the middle of drinking cows milk straight out of the bottle in front of the open fridge.
Jealous SDV (hybrid?) boys rutting into you after getting jealous after smelling someone else on you <3
Ahhh oh goshhhh okay- I need to whip smth up for this
(I got carried away - forgive me? I went for a ramble and it became smth- I wrote enough for warnings 😭)
Warnings : Smut | 18+ | Hybrid Characters | Scenting | implication of ruts and heats | jealousy | thoughts about lactation & pregnancy | Sam Sebastian Alex Sh*ne | not beta read >v>
PuppyBoy!Sam jumping on you when you finally return home! Hugging you, nuzzling into your neck and sniffing in your scent with a happy sigh when you card your hand through his hair.
PuppyBoy!Sam who stops short, nose pressing hard into your skin, inhaling an ever familiar scent; Sebastian, the Catboy.
PuppyBoy!Sam who whines and whimpers, his yellow-blonde ears drooping down. The smell distressing him despite being best friends with Sebastian for many years - He squirms and cries, glomping over you, tail frantically wagging as he makes an attempt to heavily scent you.
PuppyBoy!Sam pressing his body to your own, weight keeping you on the surface of the bed below, feverishly rocking his hips into your cunt. Heavy balls slapping into your pussy, warm hands all over your body.
PuppyBoy!Sam who can't help but bite and nibble at your skin, slobbering all over you. His tail wiggles and wags, ears pinned to his head, poor croaked voice whimpering and whining, moaning out silly insecurities and desperate attempts to soothe himself.
PuppyBoy!Sam just can't stop crying. "You love me, I know you do!" "M' a Good Boy! Right?" "Better than Seb- Love you more-!" Babbling nonsense while he humps at your gushy pussy and feverishly rubs at your clit.
CatBoy!Sebastian lazily crawling to you on the lounge when you return, slinking across, tail swishing calmy as he snuggles up, gently pawing at your chest.
CatBoy!Sebastian tucking his face into your neck as he carefully kneads at your skin, peppering kisses and nose boops behind your ear.
CatBoy!Sebastian letting out a little feral growl at the offensive scent of someone else lingering on your clothes and skin - Probably that stupid dumb Jock CowHybrid!Alex. His ears pin and his tail stands static.
CatBoy!Sebastian biting and licking his corse tongue over your pretty, sensitive nipples. Hands kneading at your thighs, lips latched over your pert buds. If he thought and imagined hard enough, he could taste your sweet milky cream on his tongue.
CatBoy!Sebastian who gets a little carried away with the thought of you swollen and leaking milk just for him and his Kittens. He can't help but rut and grind up on your clothed cunt.
CatBoy!Sebastian who wraps his fingers around your throat, squeezing subtly, coaxing your tongue to lul out of your mouth.
CatBoy!Sebastian who spits on your tongue and kisses you after. Searing hot, canines clattering your own, biting into your soft lips as he pulls away, eyes quinted and lips downturned in a pouty frown.
CowHybrid!Alex knocking his forehead softly into your own, mindful of his budding horns, bringing you into a warm hug after your night out at the Saloon.
CowHybrid!Alex kissing your temple, shucking off your coat to hang up, noticing a wet patch and catching a whiff of something odd - Spilt beer no doubt, tangled in something spicy.. Jalepeno poppers?
CowHybrid!Alex wasting little time, instincts running rampant. Easily manhandling your pretty self to the nearest counter, head in the clouds, mind only focused on reclaiming what was his.
CowHybrid!Alex falling victim to his own Bull heritage - Rutting his cock up between the pretty swell of your ass, horns poking pressure into the back of your head. His jaw threatens to nip and bite into your neck, rough, large hands pressing you down.
CowHybrid!Alex who makes haste at his pants, revealing his veiny leaky cock, pushing the sticky, squishy tip up against your wet panties. Grinding and pushing the barrier of your underwear, messing up the fabric even more with his own leaky pre.
CowHybrid!Alex pulling your panties aside and fucking his thick bull cock into your pretty pussy, tumbling himself into a rut. He moans and shouts, hands on your hips to pull you back on his length.
CowHybrid!Alex who can't help but stare at his fat, drippy bull cock burying up in your tight, wet cunt.
CowHybrid!Alex who would go again and again, releasing his hot milky cum over and over, Marking up on your insides. Messy and gooey, dripping down his own front as he humps at you from behind.
BearHybrid!Shane walking home with you from the Saloon, after a big night of drinking and Pool with the other younger patrons of the town.
BearHybrid!Shane grumbling as you enter the front door, kicking off his shoes. Bending to put them on the rack, standing with a crack in his knee and a glare when you giggle at him.
BearHybrid!Shane who pretends to be mad, pulling you in for a big warm hug, wrapping his arms around your frame, squeezing you snug and tight.
BearHybrid!Shane who lets up a little, nose pressing into your hair and neck, catching a whiff of an abundance of hybrid smells - Some Canine, Feline, all sticking to your skin more than he'd like - Surely those youngin boys weren't stupid enough to make an attempt at anything? Right?
BearHybrid!Shane who thinks he just has to mark you up better, to let everyone know who you really belonged to.
BearHybrid!Shane rubbing his scratchy chin on your neck, pressing his larger body on to your own, putting a warm pressure on your skin.
BearHybrid!Shane licking at your skin, nibbling, biting, kissing up on your torso, leading down, down, down your tummy to your core.
BearHybrid!Shane squeezing at your hips and thighs with his large, warm hands, pawing at your body, caressing and teasing over all the most sensitive and ticklish spots. His large thumbs swiping over your cute, drooly pussy, his own mouth nearly watering at the sight.
BearHybrid!Shane suckling on your clit, lapping his tongue through your sticky folds, grumbling to himself between your legs cause you're just "Too fucken' sweet" "Like fucken' honey, Baby".
BearHybrid!Shane and his scratchy 12 o clock shadow scraping your inner thigh. Large, warm hands squeezing at your hips, pulling your pussy onto his tongue.
BearHybrid!Shane with his lips smushed up on your cunt, nose bumping up on your clit, pretty purple eyes peering up through his dark brow, furrowed and grumpy while he laps and suckles on you. Just spitting and drooling up on your thighs, marking you up with his teeth and slobber.
Turned Tables | Shane x Reader (mild Fluff, Smut, Angst)
Category: mild Fluff, Smut, Angst
(Suggested) Age: 17+
Trigger Warnings: Mention of alcoholism, implied suicide, suicide attempt, overdose, smut, dom/sub, dirty talk, public sex, oral (male receiving)
Ship: Shane x Reader
Summary: (Y/N) saved Shane that night by the cliffs, but what happens when it's her turn to need saving?
Request: N/A
Contains Spoilers for: Shane 8-heart event
Word Count: 5k
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She remembers the day all too well. She remembers Gus saying he had asked the man politely to leave because he had drank too much. She remembers Marnie saying she saw him grab a case of beers from his room at the Ranch before leaving again. She remembers sprinting through the grass until she catches a glance of the familiar Joja-branded blue jacket.
*** Flashback ***
Drink. Drink. Drink.
Her footsteps roused him. Barely.
“I… I’m sorry,” The man hiccups. “My life… it’s a pathetic joke…”
(Y/N)’s eyes widen as the words stumble out of Shane’s mouth. She knew he was struggling but hearing his pain explicitly crushes her heart.
“Sha-”
“Look at me…” He interrupts her, eyes flickering open only slightly, enough to recognise the black leather boots that are stood in front of him.
He clenches his eyes shut again.
“Why do I even try?” A sob rips from his throat, (Y/N) drops to her knees and gently brushes the stray hairs out of his face. “I’m too small and stupid to… to take control of my life…”
“Shane…” It’s barely a whisper, she doubts he heard it.
“I’m just a p… piece of soiled garbage flittering in the wind…” A burp follows his sorrowful monologue.
(Y/N) moves her hand to the man’s cheek, wiping the stray tears, feeling the unshaved stubble beneath her fingertips.
“I’ve been coming here often lately… looking down…” Her eyes flicker down the tall cliffs, gulping at just hot high up they are. “Here’s a chance to finally take control of my life… These cliffs…”
She gulps. He does too. She knows exactly what he’s referring to because she’s been there. She knows exactly how the minefield in his head looks right now.
“B… bu…” A hiccup and burp escape him at the same time. “But I’m too scared, too anxious. Just like always…”
Her eyes flicker back down to his face. His eyes are glistened over with tears. There’s no life left in them in this moment.
“(Y/N)...” The mentioning of her name surprises her. “All I do is work, sleep, and drink… t… to dull the feelings of self-hatred.”
“Shane…” She doesn’t know what else to say. She doesn’t want to interrupt him. It’s the most she’s ever gotten out of the man.
“Why should I even go on?”
“Shane-”
“Tell me… T… Tell me why I shouldn’t roll of this cliff right now…”
Her hold on his face tightens slightly as if that would stop him.
The woman gulps again. She knows the feeling all too well.
“The decision is your own,” She begins, watching his eyes finally meet hers. He’s clearly intrigued at her answer. “Just know that I’m here for you.” A sob escapes her lips this time. She looks away.
“Thanks…” He murmurs. “I appreciate that…” She nods but doesn’t look at him. “I really do…”
There’s a moment of silence. She can feel a few droplets of rain start to fall.
“(Y/N)...”
She looks back at the man still laying on the ground, barely conscious. He looks worried about her. In a moment like this, he’s worried about her…
“... I think you should take me to the hospital now.” (Y/N) watches the way he attempts a forced smile. He’s trying to reassure her. He acts like a complete asshole but he’s a fucking selfless bastard at heart.
The woman nods and attempts a smile back.
“Okay.”
It’s late. The surgery is definitely closed for the day but Harvey is just gonna have to open up. She bangs on his door, Shane hanging from her body, arm over her shoulders.
The door opens and the Doctor’s eyes widen at the sight.
“Come in.” He opens the door wider and lets them in, quickly ushering Shane to one of the medical beds.
She waits outside while Harvey does what he needs to, praying that he’ll be okay.
Unsure how many hours later Harvey brings her into the room. She releases a breath she hadn’t realised was being held at the sound of his heartbeat on the machines.
“I’ve pumped his stomach and re-hydrated his body. He’s going to be okay.”
Tears fill her eyes once more and she nods, not taking her eyes off the man for a second.
“It’s good that you brought him in though.” Another nod. “Too much alcohol is terrible for the body… but right now I’m most worried about his mental health…”
She nods. She agrees. But she thinks he’ll be okay. She’ll make sure of it.
“When he comes to, I’ll have a chat with him about his treatment options. I know an excellent Counsellor in Zuzu City.”
Another nod. Her eyes remain on the sleeping body. She knows about Harvey’s Counsellor in the city because it was only a couple of years back that it was her that was being referred. She’s grateful he doesn’t mention it and treats them as two separate issues.
“Life can be painful sometimes.” Harvey offers, “But there’s always hope for a better future. You’ve got to believe in that.”
She wants to believe him. She tries.
It’s a few days later when a knock at her door first thing in the morning catches her attention away from the Sashimi she’s cooking up for Linus.
Her eyes widen at the sight of Shane, looking a lot healthier than earlier that wek.
“Hey…” He begins, noticing her loss of words.
He scratches the back of his neck, unsure where to start.
His mouth opens and closes a few times but falls speechless.
“Oh man… Uh… How do I say this…” He glances off to the side, staring aimlessly at the maple tree beside her cottage. “I’m really sorry about what happened at the cliffs. That was… embarrassing…”
She couldn’t disagree more. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. She didn’t feel awkward. She felt scared. He shouldn’t feel embarrassed for needing help. She wants to tell him all of these things but she can barely remember how to breathe, let alone speak.
“I’m just happy you’re still here.” She manages, forcing what she hopes to be a smile.
Shane’s brows furrow at the tears forming in the farmer’s eyes. He gulps.
“Wow, it was that serious, huh? I can hardly remember…” He mumbles, scratching the back of his neck once more.
She gulps and looks down. Of course he can’t. He was drunk.
“I’ve decided I want to see a therapist.” He begins, turning to fully look away from her now. Harvey got me in touch with a colleague of his…”
Yes. She knows them well.
“Anyway… I just wanted to thank you for taking care of me. And I want you to know that I’m going to take things a little more seriously from now on.” She manages another pitiful attempt of a smile and nods. “I don’t want to be burden on anyone.” He keeps his gaze locked on hers when he says that.
She goes to shake her head but he’s already walking down the steps and back toward the forest.
“You’re never a burden, Shane.”
*** Flashback End ***
It’s exactly because she remembers that night two years ago that she shouldn’t be doing this. She should stop before she makes the same mistakes he nearly did but she can’t.
He’s never known of her struggles; she made sure to keep it that way. He’s working so hard on getting better and he’s doing so well. The last thing he needs is her downfall to drag him back down. She doesn’t think she can keep pretending much longer though, so she’s decided to quit while she’s ahead.
Friday night. Everyone will be at the Stardrop. No-one will notice she’s missing. That’s what she’s telling herself anyway. The truth of the matter is that it’s exactly because she’s not at Stardrop on Friday night that people will notice her absence.
Sebastian is the last to arrive out of him, Sam and Abigail, he nods at Shane as he enters, the elder returning the gesture. They’ve never spoken directly much, they’re both the quieter residents of Pelicon Town, but they’re both good friends with her which put them at a mutual friendship.
“Hey, man, how you doing?” Sam greets, doing some handshake with the dark-haired boy.
“Not bad, thanks. You good, Abby?”
The woman nods, glancing up from her phone.
“(Y/N) in the bathroom?” He asks, grabbing his pool cue off of the wall.
“No, she’s not here; I thought she’d be with you.” Sam responds, replicating the actions.
Sebastian’s eyes furrow. (Y/N) is always here at four on the dot and would definitely text one of them is anything changed.
“She text?”
“Nope.” Sam confirms. “She’s probs running late; I’m pretty sure Clint had an advert out for some copper ore from the mine so I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s grabbing that.”
Sebastian nods.
“Fair enough.”
Three pool games later, Sebastian watches as Shane turns the corner from the main bar into the games room.
He stands in the doorway, eyes on Sebastian.
They have a conversation with their eyes which is missed entirely by the other two in the room.
“You alright, Shane?” Abigail asks.
The man doesn’t take his eyes off Sebastian.
“I don’t know where she is.” Sebastian states, resting his pool cue on the table.
“Last time you saw her?” Shane asks in response.
Sebastian shrugs.
“Not today.”
“What’s going on?” Sam asks, Sebastian turns to look at his friend.
“You seen (Y/N) today?”
“Oh, no, sorry; why, what’s up?”
“I’m gonna head to the farm.” Shane dismisses himself.
“Do you want me to come with?” Sebastian offers, the elder shaking his head but not looking back at them.
Shane tells himself he’s not bothered about the whereabouts of the woman he’s become close with over the years but he knows it’s utter bullshit. He’s not leisurely walking to the farm, he’s speed walking. Hell, he may as well be sprinting, but he’s trying to avoid looking suspicious. The last thing he needs is people wondering why he’s so worried just because he hasn’t seen the cute new farmer in a few days.
He says ‘new’, but it’s been nearly four years since she moved to the Valley. Best four years of his life.
She was always persistent in getting to know the man. Even bought him a drink from the bar every evening despite everyone giving her dirty looks for encouraging his toxic habits. She didn’t care. She asked him questions, wanted to understand why he’s always at the Stardrop. No-one else did that. They all looked down on him. Selfish bastards really.
It was a few months after the incident at the cliffs that they both acted impulsively under the influence.
*** Flashback ***
They’re both filling the saloon with laughter at this point. It’s eleven-forty-five and they’re almost the last two there, Gus grateful that she’s steadying the speed at which Shane drinks. He hasn’t noticed.
“He wears pink underwear.” Another round of laughter.
“Big scary Morris from Joja wears pink underwear? That’s incredible. I’m surprised it’s not branded!” (Y/N) cackles, Shane chuckling also.
“It probably is!”
Gus politely asks them to leave as it rounds up to midnight, the pair stumbling out of the saloon doors together.
“Guess it’s way past my bedtime.” The woman comments, glancing down at the silver watch adorning her wrist.
A gift from Shane for her birthday last week. Clint put it together for him.
“Guess so.” The man responds, the pair stood in front of one another in front of the saloon. The only sound being the river running down south and some crickets in the bushes. “I’m really grateful to have you in my life, (Y/N).”
The woman meets his gaze and smiles, earnestly.
“Same goes to you, Shaney.”
He’s unsure whether her eyes flickered to his lips first or vice versa, but they both step forward simultaneously and crash their lips together. Her hands are grasping at his jacket, pulling him impossibly closer, whilst he has one hand holding the back of her head close to his, and the other wrapped around her waist.
Whose tongue invaded whose mouth first is still an unanswered question, they’re both desperate. Perhaps it’s the alcohol or perhaps the booze only gave them the little dutch courage that was needed to get them both to act on their desires.
“Fuck, (Y/N),” He gasps as her lower body tries to grind against his.
“Shane,” The woman whimpers.
He momtentarily pulls back to look around. There’s no where ideal for them. He doesn’t care. He needs her. In fact, he needs to satiate the carnal need that she’s showing.
He grabs her wrist and yanks her around, slamming her against the side wall of the saloon, lips pressed against hers, wrists pinned above her head.
“Oh fuck!”
“Shut that pretty fuckin’ mouth of yours if you don’t want anyone to see us.” He warns, biting lightly at her lower lip before grinding his core into her own.
Her jaw is dropped but no sound comes out. Her eyes locked on his own.
“That’s my girl.”
Her eyes roll and he fucking loves it.
The convenience of the short skirt around the woman’s waist is the best thing Shane has seen all day, his free hand sliding up and simply pressing his fingers against the panty-cladded core.
“You’re fucking soaked,” He groans, forehead pressed against her own.
(Y/N) whimpers in response, hips bucking to get some pressure from the man.
“Look at you… so fucking needy. How long have you thought about this, huh? How long have you been craving me touching your sexy little body?”
Another moan. He cuts her off with a kiss.
“I said shut up, or do you want to get caught!?” He warns, watching the excitement dance in her eyes. “Oh, you’d fuckin’ like that, wouldn’t you? Alex walking out of his house and seeing Miss Innocent Farmer dripping down her fuckin’ legs just at the thought of him watching me fuck you?”
The desperation in her eyes makes his own knees weak. He doesn’t just want to fuck this woman, he wants to make sure that she never suffers in her life. She deserves the fucking world.
“You want that, princess? Want me to fuck your pretty pussy?”
She nods frantically. The pet name is new but she fucking loves it.
“Shaney, please,”
“Please what, (Y/N)?”
“Please fuck my pussy. Please, need your cock in my pussy so fucking bad.”
He moans aloud. He swears he’s never been so turned on in his life.
“God, yes, princess.” The man releases her wrists for a moment only to unbuckle his belt and pull down his shorts and under, rock hard cock springing out.
She’s instant at dropping to her knees and taking his shaft into her mouth.
“Oh, fuck!” He’s loud, hand slapping over his mouth and quickly looking around to make sure no lights suddenly turn on. (Y/N) doesn’t stop, however. “Fuck, princess, you’re so fuckin’ good at that. Taking my cock so fuckin’ well.”
He’s embarrassed at how quickly he gets to the edge, but he’s not ready to stop yet.
His hand slides into her hair, pulling her off his cock and back up, slamming his lips on hers, both stumbling into the wall of the saloon.
Her breaths are heavy and desperate, her hand going back to his shaft.
“God you can’t taking your fucking hands off it for a second, can you? Who knew our sweet little farmer was such a cock-hungry whore?”
Her head lolls back against the wall, a quiet moan ripping from her lips.
“Shaney, please, I can’t cope anymore.”
“Aw, bless your fuckin’ cotton socks.” He mocks, hands sliding under her skirt once more and ripping at the fabric that’s there.
Her eyes widen and a gasp echoes in the midnight air.
Shane shoves the torn fabric of her panties into her mouth before lifitng her up, legs wrapping around his waist.
“Wait, I’m too heavy!” He makes out the muffled words through the fabric.
“Shut the fuck up.” He groans, completely disagreeing with her statement. He’s lifted crates of beer heavier than her - not that he’s proud. “If you’re gonna complain then I can stop. I’ll walk you home and leave you to try sleep. See if you can try get yourself off without me before bed.”
The woman’s head shakes desperately, eyes full of wanton and need.
“Fuck me, Shane, please.” He can understand her words despite the fabric barrier.
“That’s my fuckin’ girl.”
Without another thought, he uses one hand to line himself up with her pussy before slowly sliding in, her eyes widening and his clenching shut, both moaning at how fucking perfect they feel together.
“Oh fuck, princess, such a perfect fucking pussy; feel so fuckin’ good around me.”
She whimpers, tears in her eyes at just how good it feels.
“That feel good, baby?” He asks, watching her nod. “Good girl. Want me to fuck you slow or hard?”
“Hard!” He knows exactly what she said through the fabric but he smirks.
“What was that, (Y/N)?” He slides all the way out before slamming his cock back into her, her eyes widening and a scream ripping from her throat.
He doesn’t care who hears anymore. Neither of them do.
“You want me to fuck you hard, princess? Like a fucking whore?” He absolutely rails her. Best sex either of them have ever had.
They’re both moaning, hips moving desperately.
“Fuck, princess, I’m so fucking close. You gonna cum for me, baby? Gonna cum on my cock? Give me it, baby, give me all your fucking cum.”
Oh and she does. Her eyes roll back and head almost lolls but he growls.
“Eyes on me, (Y/N). Keep those pretty fucking eyes on me while I fill this slutty pussy with cum.”
Her screams of pleasure are music to the man’s ears. He’s desperate. Fuck, he’s so close.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, (Y/N), baby, princess, I’m gonna fucking cum, I’m gonna fucking fill up this cunt!”
The man fucking roars. Her pussy squeezes his cock for every drop of cum he has to give, painting her white. Assuming she’s on birth control, they both doubt that’d even protect them from the amount he’s just filled her with.
They’re both panting, sweaty foreheads pressed against one another. Shane helps the woman down, her knees almost buckling. He catches her.
“Woah!” Their eyes meet and they’re both giggling like school children. “You okay, gorgeous?”
It throws her off-guard. She nods.
Another chuckle from Shane as he removes the woman’s underwear from her mouth.
“Gimme your words, princess.”
“M’okay.”
“Mm, good girl.” He looks down at the sopping wet panties in his hand before sliding them into his jacket pocket. “These are mine now.”
(Y/N) giggles and shakes her head.
“What am I gonna do with you, Shaney?”
“Mm, I don’t know, but I’ll walk you home for now.”
She nods and they head on back to the cottage. He kisses her cheek goodnight before pressing another soft kiss to her lips.
“Goodnight, (Y/N).”
“Goodnight, Shane.”
*** Flashback End ***
That was two years ago. They haven’t fucked again since then, but they’ve been closer friends. He daren’t ask her out because he thinks she deserves better, she hasn’t asked him out because she’s too scared she’ll drag him back down.
The farm is quiet. No surprise given it’s nearly seven-PM on Friday night. He acknowledges that they’re no lights on at the cottage but knocks on the door anyway.
“(Y/N)? It’s Shane; you in?”
No answer.
He tries the door. Locked.
He chuckles to himself as if this were to be some movie scene where the door unlocked and she’d be fast asleep in bed absolutely fine. She won’t be in bed. She’s not able to sleep until eleven or twelve at the earliest.
He paces south toward Cindersap Forest, decided to start there and make his way up toward the mountains.
He notices the absence of trees that were surrounding Leah’s cottage earlier that day, so she’s most likely been to the forest at some point today. He sighs and crosses the wooden bridges, glancing between the gaps in the trees before it gets too dark to see anything.
He almost misses it. Has to do a double-take, but as he gets closer and closer to the sewer, he sees it and he swears his legs almost give out.
“(Y/N)?” He calls out, striding toward the noticeable body laying on the grass near the edge of the cliff. That cliff. “(Y/N)!”
He doesn’t know why he’s yelling. He sounds the same as when he tells Jas off for disappearing into the forest for too long and he expresses his worry through anger.
Oh.
But why’s he worried?
“(Y/N), the hell are you doi-” The man’s voice trails off as he spots the collection of empty orange pill bottles beside the woman, along with an almost-empty bottle of Vodka.
He swears time freezes. His eyes are wide and white noise fills his ears.
“(Y/N)!” His scream echoes across the whole God-damn valley.
He drops to his knees, taking in her pasty-white complexion, parted lips and the vomit covering her cheeks.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!” The man shoves the empty pill bottles in his pockets before lifting her up into his arms, sprinting back into town, straight toward the Doctor’s. “HARVEY!”
No response.
He’s kicking the door down, he’s crying. Sobbing. Begging.
“HARVEY, FUCKING- PLEASE!”
He barely registers the door opening, the doctor’s eyes widening at the sight. Harvey ushers Shane inside, pointing to a bed which Shane lays the woman down on. Harvey is speaking but no words are registering in Shane’s mind.
He watches Harvey connect God knows how many wires and machines to the woman’s body.
How didn’t he see this? How long has she been suffering before ending up like this? How fucking long has he been oblivious to her pain? She fucking saved him while she was…
Harvey is in front of him now, mouth moving, words forming, but they’re lost on Shane’s ears. The doctor must notice because he starts leading Shane out of the room. Shane shakes his head and shoves his way back in. He’s not leaving her side. No. He left her alone for too long. He won’t do it again.
Some beeping interrupts the white noise and Harvey rushes over, working rapidly on the woman. Shane’s trembling. Fuck. He can’t lose her. There’s no way. She fucking- she was hurting this bad? To fucking overdose?
Overdose.
Shane reaches into his pockets and pulls out the empty pill bottles, handing them to the doctor who’s working on the woman. The doctor’s eyes widen at the sight, taking them from the man’s hands. He’s speaking once again but Shane understands nothing.
He can’t take his eyes off her face. It’s so pale. She’s so fucking pale. She doesn’t look alive, she looks de-
“SHANE!”
The man glances at Harvey who’s leaping toward him, but that’s all he sees before darkness.
///
Monotonous beeping. What a pain in the ass. He swears it’s Saturday, why the fuck is his alarm going off?
That’s not his alarm.
(Y/N).
The man jolts upright before even opening his eyes. The bright light in the hospital room almost burns but he doesn’t care. He rips the wires off his body before sprinting around the hospital looking for her. He rips open every door until he finally finds the one with Harvey in, hovering over her body.
“Shane, you’re awake” The doctor greets, eyes wide at the sudden intrusion.
Shane gulps. He can’t see her face from where’s he’s stood.
“How is she?”
“She’s alive.”
He drops to his knees in that moment, Harvey dashing forward but Shane holds his palm up.
“I’m okay.”
The doctor nods and takes a step back.
“I pumped her stomach and re-hydrated her. She’s okay. You got her here in time.” Harvey explains.
He steps forward again and holds out his hand.
Shane glances at it and sighs, taking it and lets the doctor help him up.
He finally sees her. She’s less pale but has an oxygen mask on, covered in wires and connected to God-knows how many machines doing fuck knows what.
“Has she ever done this before?” The man braves, not taking his eyes off of the woman.
Harvey coughs into his fist.
“I’m afraid due to patient confidentiality-”
“That’s a yes.”
They fall into silence once again.
“Why?” Shane whispers. He finally looks at the doctor. “Why did she do it?”
The doctor sighs and takes a seat in one of the chairs beside the bed.
“I could never say. She struggled with life in the city - she lost her parents a few months before she moved here. She struggled when she first arrived but got a lot better. I haven’t seen her this bad for over three-years. Last time was because she wasn’t ready to start a new life alone.” He explains, Shane nodding and tearing up. “You helped her.” Harvey adds, watching Shane’s tears fall. “You helped each other.”
“She helped me more than I helped her.” He confesses, watching her still body remain unconscious.
“You can’t do that to yourself, Shane.”
The two men fall into a silence as they simply watch the woman.
“I’ve got to go and sort out some paperwork. She shouldn’t be out for too much longer. You’re welcome to stay.” Harvey states, standing up.
Shane nods.
“Thanks, doc.”
Harvey rests his hand on the man’s shoulder, capturing his attention.
“She loves you.”
Shane’s eyes widen at the statement.
“She doesn’t believe you love her anymore than you believe me when I tell you the same thing.”
The doctor leaves after that.
Shane takes the woman’s hand in his own, leaning down and pressing his lips to her knuckles.
“I can’t do this without you, you fuckin’ idiot.”
///
The sight of the hospital ceiling is all too familiar for (Y/N) to not remember.
“You’ve got to be shitting me.” She whispers to herself, glancing at the monitors beside her that show her vitals.
The woman takes a deep breath and makes sure she can feel everything normally in her body, and that’s when she feels something to her right. Rolling her head, her eyes widen at the sight of Shane sat in the chair beside her, leant over, hand holding hers with his head resting on the bed, fast asleep.
“Shane…” It’s barely a whisper.
Her eyes well-up immediately and she can’t stop the tears pouring.
Did he find her? God, fuck, she hopes he didn’t, but Harvey wouldn’t call him. He wouldn’t.
The door opening catches her attention, Harvey’s eyes widening at the sight of her being up and awake. He notices Shane’s comatose state and keeps his voice down.
“How’re you feeling?”
She simply nods.
“Fine. Thank you. For saving me. Again.”
The doctor sighs and checks over her vitals.
“You don’t need to thank me, it’s what I’m here for.”
They both remain silent for a few moments.
“Did he find me?”
Harvey nods.
“Just in time too.”
“Fuck.”
Another moment’s silence.
“He loves you, (Y/N).”
“He deserves better.”
“You don’t get to decide what he deserves, love.” Harvey utters, smiling at her. “I’m gonna keep you in for another day or so just so I can make sure everything is out your body, okay?”
She nods.
“Thank you.”
When she hears the door click shut, she releases a sob. It’s loud. It’s desperate. She’s fucking distraught.
“Shane,”
The man stirs for a moment before acknowledging the sound of her cries. He jolts up, eyes wide, staring at the woman who’s awake once more and staring at him with heartbroken eyes.
“I’m so sorry!” She whines, Shane cursing and moving to sit on her bed, both of them clinging onto one another and crying. “I’m so fucking sorry!”
“Shh, baby, shh, it’s okay. It’s okay.” He coos, not having felt this emotional in decades.
“I don’t know what to do! It hurts so fucking bad. I don’t wanna be alone anymore!”
His heart shatters at the woman’s words.
“You’re not alone, princess. Fuck, you’ll never be alone, you never have been alone. I’ve always had you. Always will.” He’s holding her impossibly close. They haven’t been this intimate since the night outside the Stardrop, but this is so very different. The other side of intimacy.
“I can’t drag you down again, I can’t! You’re doing so well!”
“(Y/N), princess, listen to me, please,” Shane begins, pulling back and holding the woman’s face in his hands.
Their foreheads pressed together as tears fall from both of them.
“You could never drag me down. All you’ve ever done is lift me out of the mess I was once in. You saved my fuckin’ life, baby girl, I swear to you. Nothing you could ever do would drag me down, especially not this.” He states, enunciating each word.
“Shaney…”
“I love you, (Y/N). God, I fucking love you. Seeing you at that God damn cliff edge nearly fuckin’ killed me. I thought I was too late. You were so fucking pale, there were so many bottles- I- fuck, princess, I can’t lose you. I’ve lost a fuckin’ lost in this world but I can’t lose you. I won’t. I realise now how fuckin’ awful that night must’ve been for you when I lost my shit, and i’m fucking sorry, but I can’t lose you.”
“Shaney,” She sobs once more.
“You’re not alone, princess, I swear it.”
Their eyes are locked still and she can’t stop herself from pressing her lips to his own.
“I love you so much, fuck, please don’t leave me.”
‘I'm saluting to your lips’ ~ Kim Woojin Soulmate AU ~ Part One
I know this took ages, I’m sorry, but here is part one, it was getting way too long, so I thought I’d split it up, otherwise it would have ended up really rushed at the end. and no one needs that. I also proofread this like 6 times so if there’s a mistake I need to be taken out.
Not a lot of things are certain in this world, but of the few things that are, finding my soulmate was the most exciting. Knowing that someone somewhere was absolutely made for me? That was the most incredible thing I could ever think of.
I used to be teased in school, kids told me that I didn’t have a soulmate, and if I did they would take one look at me and want nothing to do with me. But I knew I had one, somewhere in this world.
See, I have proof, the squiggles and weird lines that pop up on my arm every so often, they’ve been existent since I was 13, that’s when they start showing up on everyone, your soulmate writes on their own body you get to see it too, in the exact same place the exact same handwriting, and size, its all the same.
Some people find their soulmates straight away, they’re lucky enough to have their soulmates live close by or even be someone they’ve known forever.
My friends Bailey and Felix found each other on Felix’s birthday, Bailey couldn’t see her own drawings yet, but Felix could see his, and what he had written on her arm just seconds before in class, “if you let me copy your homework I’ll love you forever.” And sure enough, in his slightly messy handwriting on his left knee, as it was on hers, was the same phrase. To keep the story short, he squealed like a little piglet and ran out of class, later showing Bailey why, and they cried together, their soulmate was their best friend.
That’s usually everyone’s dream, that its someone they know, that way they don’t have to learn everything about a new person. But that’s sort of what I dread, there are only three people in my life that I can stand, the first being Felix and Bailey who are already soulmates, and then Chris, he’s two years older than me, and been my best friend since I could remember, I used to have a massive crush on the guy, but then I realised how great of a friend he was, and how much I needed o value him as my best friend rather than my crush.
That and on Chris’ 13th birthday drawings started popping up in his arm that weren’t mine, and that’s when I knew there was no chance anyway.
On the day of my own birthday I become indescribably excited, I woke up that morning and before I could register it was my birthday, I looked at my hand and saw tiny symbols on my palm, not remembering writing them, it suddenly clicked in my head, these were my soulmates symbols, my soulmate wrote this, they did this. I screamed. I quite literally screamed, my mum came into my room, looking panicked wondering why I was screaming, I showed her my hand and she screamed as well, then raised the question. What was it on that was on my hand?
I asked everyone I could, everyone that might have an answer, anyone I could find, and no one had any idea. No one except Chris.
I hadn’t seen him that day, not until the night of my birthday, going out for dinner with my family, Chris, Felix and Bailey, who basically counted as family anyway. New symbols had appeared throughout the day and I still had no clue what they were or what they were supposed to mean or represent. Chris sat next to me, and took one glance at my hand, and asked, “since when did you know Korean?” and suddenly it made sense, they weren’t weird little drawings, just a different language. Oh no, it’s a different language.
“its Korean? Like? From Korea, Korean?”
“yes Y/n from Korea, Korean,”
“my soulmate is Korean?”
“it seems like it.”
The weeks went on, the Korean continued, and I began trying to learn the language, Chris tried helping translate, since his family spoke Korean at home, but he couldn’t be around to translate every word that was written, so I had to start learning myself. It seemed that my soulmate had also begun to try learning English, throughout the weeks I saw messily written “hello” and “I love you” because obviously that was an important phrase.
It went like that for 5 years, we both bettered our second languages, each becoming better and more fluent, I started seeing reminders pop up, some in Korean, some in English, I was starting to understand his lifestyle, they’re training for something, but I can’t figure out what yet. Felix, Bailey and I were still friends, and still trying to decipher everything.
Chris and his family moved to Korea after my 14th birthday, he kept in contact for a while and then he just sort of faded away and only Felix had been graced with his presence, and even if it was apparently the equivalent to passing words and phrases, at least he had some contact. At least I knew he was doing well.
Apparently, Chris had started “training” as well, and went by ‘Chan’ now. Felix said that he was trying to become an Idol, which was like a celebrity for us, he was getting into the kpop industry and so our friends got into it too, Bailey and Felix became devoted to it, they kept up with all the latest news just waiting for a glimpse of Chris, or Chan I guess. It made me wonder if maybe my soulmate was doing the same kind of training.
I’d always assumed it was something sporty, but now I understand why “drink more water to help voice” was written almost every day for 3 years.
I started looking into kpop too, waiting, and hoping that one day I might see someone who I feel could be my soulmate, but no one ever made me spark like I thought I would. I started to lose hope, realising tat there were many different obstacles in the way of us being together. I was a broke uni student now, I had no means of getting to Korea, and it seems as if my soulmate had no intentions coming here either.
But still I remained optimistic, I had to be, I’d been dreaming about my soulmate since I could hold a comprehensive thought, I would fine them one day and that is a promise I made to myself and my soulmate. I couldn’t give up and I wouldn’t.
The day it happened is a day I won’t soon forget, I was in the middle of class at university, when I got hit with a sudden sharp and almost unbearable pain in my wrist, I saw words start to etch themselves across my skin, forming words I was yet to recognise, my squiggles never pained me like this before, it felt like something was wrong, this wasn’t a common occurrence, in fact I don’t think anyone on record, has had this happen before.
The professor stopped the class since I was making so much noise, he took one glance at my wrist and sent me straight to the office to find the nurse.
She sat me down on one of the plastic chairs, looked over my wrist, poking the other squiggles, asking me what language they were, whether the rest of them hurt as well, to which I replied, that no they don’t, she grabbed out her phone headed to google translate and did her best to translate the other words on my arm, in hopes that maybe there was some sort of clue.
She translated the last one, fading on the palm of my hand ‘오늘 오후 1시 30 분에 문신’
“well love, it looks like this might be the answer, it still doesn’t make any sense, but by the looks of things, your soulmate got a tattoo today.”
She was right, that didn’t make sense, usually tattoos didn’t affect the other half, but that came to be the genuine outcome. There truly was no explanation.
I called bailey to tell her about what happened, but as soon as she picked up the phone she was ahead of the gun and already talking.
“oh my god y/n you’re not going to believe what I just found out! Chris found his soulmate, apparently, he was out travelling in Seoul and this girl bumped into him, he accidentally spilt his coffee all over her white shirt, she ran before he could even say anything to her. Anyway, so he gets back to his dorm and sees a new note on his hand, that says, “reminder: call Carmel about cute guy who spilt coffee on me,” and then Chris was like well that’s me I guess and wrote his number on his hand just below I with his name! who knew that dork would be so smooth right?”
My world felt like it was crashing down around me, not because Chris had his soulmate but because he didn’t call to tell me. He promised, ever since his 13th birthday that he would call as soon as he found the person, and he didn’t. I suddenly felt betrayed, I told bailey that I would have to call her back, and then immediately bombarded Felix for Chris’ number. He gave it over almost immediately, I must have scared him because he’s never been that easy to break before.
I sat there contemplating whether it was a good idea or not, he hasn’t spoken to me since I was 14 but he is the person is known longest, I decide to call later.
Later ended up being 30 seconds later, soon I was met with the ringing, and then someone greeting me in Korean, I heard Chan and I started ranting.
“listen here prick, you promised me that would message or call me as soon as you found your soulmate, and I had to find out from Bailey? What the fuck is up with that? Come on Chris, you’re the one who made that promise, you’re the one who told me it would be okay when you moved away, you told me that you would still talk to me, that it would be the same. And now I haven’t heard from you in almost 6 years, I don’t even recognise your voice, who even are you?”
There was silence, for a little too long, and then the person cleared their throat on the other end.
“I am really, really sorry, Chan is a dick for doing that to you, and I didn’t know he was even capable of being rude, here’s not here right now, he left his phone when he went out with Jamie, ahh that’s his soulmate or whatever. Umm I’m Woojin, I’ll yell at him for you when he comes back, what’s your name so I know who I’m defending?”
“oh um, I’m so sorry for going off at you for that I’m, I’m really really sorry, my names y/n but you don’t have to go off at Chris for me, I’ll just call back later, but thank you.” “that’s okay Y/n it was nice talking to you.”
”You too Woojin thank you for listening to me rant even though you didn’t have any choice”
I hung up the phone, smiling and annoyed at the same time, I looked down at my wrist again and noticed words that weren’t there before.
“reminder: tell Chan about call from y/n, ask him when he got mean.”
