i like to think that ford and fiddleford absolutely hated each other at first.
ford doesn’t want to be there, okay, he didn’t choose backupsmore, he didn’t choose this b-rate school where the professors hardly know what they’re talking about and the students are foolish and careless and there’s more keggers than there are study sessions. he’s bitter. it’s understandable. and it’s easier to be bitter than it is to be sad. his stupidly cheerful roommate with his incessant banjo-playing does not help. ford doesn’t understand how anyone can be so happy here, let alone this happy, and if his roommate jovially invites him to the dining hall one more time he’s going to scream.
fiddleford is excited for a fresh start in the city, getting away from his siblings and the farm. he didn’t choose backupsmore either (there was an incident involving a too-ambitious malfunctioning robot and a very on-fire west coast tech admissions team) but he’s just grateful to be somewhere where he can learn. but the people are strange, communicating in languages of partying and status that he just doesn’t understand. and his roommate is hard and cold and won’t even talk to fiddleford, the arrogant jerk, which is so frustrating because he seems like the only other person at this school who does the readings and asks questions in class and really cares about what they’re studying.
everything changes a few months into the school year. they find themselves arguing over something stupid, like noise levels in their room, because “if you get to play that god-awful instrument all day then me clicking my pen doesn’t matter” “there’s a difference, you’re clicking your pen AND muttering to yourself AND pacing around the room at three in the morning” “i’m doing important work, you just wouldn’t get it!”
and fiddleford just snaps something about how ford’s not better than him just because he’s going to do twelve phds, ford’s not even smarter than him because the calculations on his desk are wrong and ford just goes. What. he storms over to his desk and reads the paper and fiddleford’s right. the calculations are wrong.
and it’s a mix of ford feeling stupid and ashamed and ford going Oh. because the roommate he’s been dismissing all this time as an annoying too-happy hillbilly is the only other person at this school as smart as him, if not smarter. the only other person who cares.
ford apologizes — stilted, but still an apology — and fiddleford accepts it in a heartbeat. from there on out, they’re thick as thieves.
Relationship: The Salesman x Female Salesperson! Reader
Age: 18+ Explicit (Under 18s go away!)
Warnings: Smut, light slapping (Once on face and once on your pussy), Dominant Salesman, vaginal fingering, rough sex, Brat reader, squirting, orgasm denial, bondage, face-fucking, blowjob, oral (F and M receiving), cunilingus, belly bulge, begging, angry/hate sex, choking (Hand on throat and slight squeezing), almost gagging (Salesman has a big dick), unprotected sex, nipple play, degradation, use of ‘slut’, P in V penetration
Word Count Total: 4023
Note: So I did another Salesman fic. This is full on nasty and surprisingly difficult to write. Thank you @god-like-eyebrows for the request. Thank you @jeonselca and @squidgamesmut for helping and encouraging me with the plot. It took a little time and I finally did it! I hope you enjoy and please do let me know what you think! I’d love to take requests for the characters from Squid Game. I have more fics on my masterlist if you’re interested!
Summary: You’d do anything to be the better salesperson than your colleague. One day you go too far and this time he’s not gonna let you get away with it.
“You did very well today. I expect you to keep up the same standard in the following weeks. Have a look at your account when you reach home.”
A feeling of warmth spread through your heart as you bowed your head at the Front Man. Not wanting to do anything embarrassing you politely shuffled out of his office, strutting down the hallway with your head held high. You felt proud of your work today. No doubt there would be a hefty bonus in your bank account as you straightened out the creases in your blazer before adjusting your dark black tie. You put on your best suit for the review and you were glad it helped you gain the Front Man’s approval.
It was your first review after six months. It hadn't been long for you as a salesperson. You were sought out by the main organiser of the games, Oh Il-Nam. He noticed you at a restaurant, when you were convincing the waiters to waive off your bill. He saw you had charm and charisma to sway people to working in your favour. It wasn't long until he promised you high luxuries in exchange for recruiting the lower class to participate in his challenging games. You came to enjoy the job and the perks. The people were mostly nice. There was only one person that seemed to hate your guts the most.
You brushed off the intrusive thought as you passed by a door. Tonight you were going to party and drink ‘til you were dead. You couldn’t wipe off the wide grin on your face as you passed by a dark coloured door. It seemed there were other plans for you tonight as the door opened and you felt a strong grip on your arm as the person dragged you into a room. The door closed and you were stuck in the dark with a stranger.
A hand was pressed down over your mouth and your body was pinned against the wall. You had no way of escaping or getting help. Today was not the day for you to die but you were going to be composed and controlled. The person pushed off of you and the lights came on. You were in one of the VIP rooms, complete with multi-coloured artistic walls and a purple velvet sofa bed. Golden chandeliers and lamps lit the room up, casting an ominous misleading glow over the last person you wanted to see today. The Salesman.
You never knew his real name, nor did he know yours. Mr. Oh was very adamant at retaining privacy thus you stuck to addressing each other as 'Sir' or 'Ms.' You didn't understand what his deal was. The very first day, he took you out with him, he almost pushed you into a cyclist. It wasn't clear why he disliked you but the way he acted towards you was cold and distant. You had no choice but to emulate his reaction and feelings and soon a bubbling fester of distrust and hate brewed between the two of you.
A flush of anger rushed through your body as you took in his tall presence. His face was now a blazing red of pent up anger as he stood over your form. The Salesman’s dark blue tie was loosened and his hands were resting comfortably on his hips, his eyes were glaring menacingly at you. You were in serious trouble. How dare he manhandle you like an animal!
“Hey! What the fuck is your problem? Why’ve you dragged me in here?”
You had an idea about why he ambushed you but you had better things to do as you folded your arms. A look of defiance stabbing at his face.
“You know exactly why.”
“I don’t. So unless you’re going to just stand there and look like a whiny child, I’ve got better things to do.”
You were just about to turn towards the door when he finally breaks and tells you the reason he dragged you into the room.
“Why did you steal my list of recruits?”
Yes, you stole his list of clients and swapped them with random names and addresses. The real reason was that you wanted to get ahead of him. You wanted to prove to everyone that you were better than the Salesman. You wanted to be commended for your work and stealing his list certainly helped because you probably had a bonus waiting for you. The two of you would usually get into competitions to see who could garner the most recruits for the game and you'd often label the other with vindictive callous insults. You might have gone too far today but it didn’t matter.
“Me? Steal your list! Do you think I’d stoop that low?”
Yes you would. You did. And he knows you would. He really hated you. He hated how spoiled you became in your position. You had no respect for the games and its significance. All you cared about was money as he inhaled harshly. He was restraining himself from strangling you. However, some part of him was getting desperate about your body. Suits were an attractive look on you as he took in your tapered trousers and tight fit button shirt. Your red tie sat comfortably against the swell of your breasts. He shook his head to brush off the lewd thoughts as he maintained a controlled level of anger.
“Knowing you, yes you would. You already did. You know you could have had me killed.”
Oh Il-Nam’s process of elimination wasn’t limited to just the players and the cadets, it was a rule to anyone who failed to follow the rules of the game. The Salesman could have been killed if he didn’t hire the right people. In all honesty, you didn’t think of that. All you thought about was getting the top spot and part of you felt slightly guilty. Only part of you because the Salesman was still here.
“But you didn’t! You’re welcome by the way.”
“You didn’t save me! Why are you such a bitch?”
A sharp puff of breath left your lips as your eyes glowered with red.
“Why are you a condescending dick? Ever since I started working, you’ve done nothing but berate me for being better than you! You’re jealous about the fact that I rose quicker than you did.”
Your aggressive face dropped slightly as his lips curled into a disappointed smile.
“If I was jealous of you, I’d have sabotaged every one of your interactions in order to boost my reputation. My problem with you is that you have no respect for the position you are in. You need to learn respect.”
You laughed mirthlessly as you stepped closer to him, jabbing a finger at his chest. An rumbling angry heat emanated from him as you glared at his meticulous face.
“And I suppose you are gonna teach me respect!”
You jabbed another finger at his chest as a way to vent your anger. He was pissing you off majorly and your only upper hand move was to jab at his chest.
“Stop doing that!”
JAB!
“You stay the fuck out of my way!”
JAB!
“Stop it!”
JAB!
And just like that, The Salesman’s patience snapped like a twig as his hand reached to wrap around your throat, pressing your body against the wall. Your head banged roughly against the wall as your head was forced up to stare at his face. Whilst his facial expressions were composed and controlled, you could tell you hit a nerve by the dancing fire in his eyes.
“I said to fucking stop!”
“Make me!”
It was at that moment that the anger burst as the Salesman tightened his grip around your throat and fervently smashed his lips against yours. It was exhilarating, as his lips molded against yours, his teeth grazed and nibbled against your lip as a way for him to inflict pain onto you. He tasted salty as his tongue forced its way into your mouth, grazing against your own. He was a great kisser as he brought his body closer to press against yours, his knee pushed deep against your cunt. Your hands wrapped around his elbows as a way to anchor yourself into real life.
He let go of your lips and took a gander at your flushed expression, his lips tugged up into a smirk as his warm breath tickled your lips. All you could see was the Salesman.
“Guess I finally found a way to get you to stop.”
He takes his hand off your throat and tugs you to sit down on your knees, his slender fingers going round to cup the base of your chin. Part of you felt appalled by the way he forced his lips on yours however the dominant part of you was aroused by his fiery fervor. Deep down you always thought he was handsome and attractive, there was no doubt that he was probably a good lover as well but it was unlikely the two of you would have sex together. You were wrong. Very wrong.
“I’m gonna make you apologise for what you did and I won’t stop until I hear ‘sorry’.”
A small smirk grew on your face as you trailed your hands up his leg, your fingers following the inseam of his trousers. The back of your fingers grazed against his covered length and you brought your head up to stare him right in his dark brown eyes.
“Well I wish you luck because there is no way in Hell, I’m gonna apologise.”
“Oh you will. I’m gonna make you eat your words.”
At that moment, he brought his hands down to begin to unbuckle his belt. He unzipped the trousers and pushed the waistband of his boxers down to take out his dick. He was long and girthy. His tip was pink and his erection was incredibly stiff, he was probably the biggest you’ve ever seen and had. You gasped at how beautiful his dick was and immediately you cringed because you knew he heard your soft gasp. He had a smirk on his face as he watched you stare at his dick with awe.
“Impressed?”
“I’ve seen better dicks than yours.”
“But you’ve never taken one like mine.”
At that, he placed a hand at the back of your head and slowly pushed his dick through your soft lips. You were glad he was going slow because he was a stretch to fit in. You felt like you almost had everything and nothing of him at once as you slowly breathed through your nose. He tasted sweet and salty as the tip just pressed against the back of your throat. He was close to making you gag and choke as you tucked your left thumb under your fingers and pinched hard.
Your urge to choke faded away as you focused on sucking the Salesman’s cock. His jaw dropped slightly at the fact you were able to take him in your throat without choking. He felt his dick tense as he pulled his wet dick out to rest on the tip of your tongue before testing to push a little harder. He was going to ruin you tonight as you groaned at his roughness. Soon he found a comfortable pace as his hips began to thrust his dick into your saliva soaked mouth.
He wasn’t letting you take what you wanted as you closed your eyes to focus on the dick in your mouth. You felt a light slap on your cheek as your eyes snapped open to connect with his hooded eyes. A few strands of his hair drooped against his forehead as his eyes glared daggers into you.
“Don’t close your eyes! I want you to see what happens when you mess with me.”
The Salesman began to thrust a little hard and faster into your mouth. Your moans grew in volume as you stared straight into his face. You were positive that your underwear was soaked in arousal as you took what he gave you. Your plans for tonight were changed for the best as you were bringing your hands up to play with his balls. He slapped your hands away and pulled you off his dick, his eyes were searing through yours.
“I didn’t say you could use your hands.”
“Well what are you gonna do about them then?”
It was from then on that you were in for a ride as the Salesman helped you to stand up. His eyes dragged over your body as a plan formulated in his mind. He wanted to break you to a point of no return and the idea to help him was looped around your neck. His long fingers came to the base of your tie, loosening and untying it before using it to bring your wrists together. You winced slightly at the tight knot he made. You raised your eyebrows at him.
“I guess you do have some brains but did you think about how you were going to get my clothes off?”
His lips curled upwards as he brought your bound hands over your body, pressing them against the wall before dragging his fingers across your clothes. Tracing over the buttons of your shirt before forcefully pulling the shirt apart so the buttons popped out of their seams. He grabbed your shirt and blazer, pulling it upwards and wrapping the clothes around your wrists and tucking it into the tie so it wasn’t in the way of your body.
You glance down to realise that you were wearing a strapless bra which made the Salesman’s job much easier. He smirks as his hands reach around your soft body, getting to the clasp and unhooking your bra to reveal your bare breasts to him. There was warmth in your face and shoulders as his slender fingers stroked your skin. Tickling your skin and feeling the edges of your collarbone. The words weren’t forming in your mouth as his lips came down to press softly against the swell of your neck.
His kisses trailed down your sternum went across the plumpness of your breasts, his tongue lapped over your nipple whilst his hand squeezed your other breast. You hummed in pleasure as you watched play with your breasts, sucking and nibbling as his eyes connected with yours. The Salesman let go of your breasts and came down to unbutton your pants, his finger slipping in to stroke at your labia. You choke in surprise as he shoves his fingers in you straight away, you feel a pinch of pain which melted into pleasure as his fingers thrusted deep inside of you.
Your head leant back and your eyes rolled back as you clenched your core at his fingers. You felt your orgasm reaching as your nails dug into your palm. Just as you were on the brink, the pressure faded away as the Salesman snatched his fingers away from your core. Eyes snapped open as a cold rush of air brushed over your body and you brought your eyes to connect with his, outraged at the fact that he denied letting you come.
“What the fuck! I was so close.”
“I’m only gonna let you cum if you apologise for what you did.”
This was how it was going to be as your lips parted in surprise. As the Salesman’s grin grew with malicious intent. He bent down onto his knees to pull away your trousers and underwear so you were fully bare. His eyes glazed over your body as he stood up and grabbed at your bounds to drag you over to the sofa. He pushed you to lay down in front of him, he towered over you and smirked. He knew it wouldn’t be long until you gave up and apologised for what you did. Despite trying to be a brat, you were following his instructions carefully as he began to unbutton his shirt.
The Salesman was stripping away his clothes until he was as bare as you and you had no idea he was lean and fit in that suit. You needed him to do something because you couldn’t stand the way his eyes were examining your body.
“I thought you were gonna teach me respect.”
“Don’t worry you’ll learn respect.”
He crouched down on his knees and tugged your knees closer so his face was level with your core. You shivered at the slight tickle of his breath near your vagina as he pressed soft kisses at your inner thighs. He was going to tease and test you for a long time as he pressed another kiss on your mons pubis. Your vagina was beautiful as he took in your arousal, dripping down your slit.
The Salesman leant in and softly kissed your clitoris before his tongue licked at your lips. A soft sigh left your lips as your eyes watched him tasting your vagina. Not only was he a good kisser, he was also an expert in oral as his tongue went up and down your slit, his lips pursed around your clitoris and he sucked hard. This sudden change had you arch your back and two of his long fingers pressed into you. His fingers curled and hit your g-spot which had you finally break out a low moan.
The mixture of his fingers and mouth on you, once again had you being brought closer to the edge. Your thighs were beginning to test and subconsciously your hips began to roll itself against his lips. You eyes were lulling to a close when his tongue and fingers disappeared and you felt a sudden slap at your cunt. Your body jerked as your eyes snapped down to his disappointed face.
“I told you to keep your eyes on me.”
You didn’t know if you could keep this going as your body flinched at his thumb rubbing circles onto your clitoris. As much as you wanted to keep your ego, your desire to cum was taking hold as you spoke in a shaky voice.
“Please let me cum?”
“Not until you apologise.”
Before you could say another word, he brought his lips down to eat at you once more. He pushed three fingers deep inside of you and sucked harder at your clitoris. You choked a moan as your eyes connected with his, once again he was bringing you close to the edge and you tried to not show any indication that you were about to cum. One of palms dragged up to squeeze your breast which made you bite your lip and whine pathetically.
You were going to be ruined for other men as the Salesman pulled away to leave you hanging on the edge once again. You wanted to wipe the smirk off his face as he rubbed round figure eights at your labia. You couldn’t take it as you snapped at him.
“Did I ever mention how much I hate you?”
“No you haven’t. Tell me more.”
“You’re a fucking sadist. Fucking let me - Ah!”
He didn’t let you finish as he got up onto the sofa bed and sunk his penis into your vagina. The Salesman groaned at your tight walls as he pushed deep inside of you. His eyes went down to where you were joint and he was only half way in. His fingers squeezed at your calves as he brought your ankles to rest on top of his shoulders. This let him push in deeper to the point where there was a small bump at the base of your stomach.
You couldn’t help the loud hisses as he finally settled his dick inside of you. Your walls were being stretched and burnt in a delicious way as you panted uncontrollably.
“God you’re so tight! I guess that makes up for your bitchy nature.”
Your eyes flashed angrily at him as you opened your mouth to snap back at him. He dragged his dick and thrusted harder against you which had a loud animalistic moan leave your lips. One of his hands went down to press at your sternum whilst he began to plunge deeper into your vagina. He was going to leave you dry again as you decided to throw your ego out the window. Your eyes stared straight into his eyes as you finally said the words.
“I’m sorry.”
His lips curled up whilst his tongue brushed against his bottom lip. He knew you would apologise as he paused his movement.
“Sorry for what?”
“I’m sorry for stealing your list.”
“How sorry?”
Your eyebrows furrowed in frustration as you reached your boiling point.
“I’m really sorry. I won’t do it again!”
“Promise?”
“Yes, now please let me cum!”
It seemed like he was going to accept your apology as his thrusting resumed, his pace increasing. He thrusted harder and faster into you whilst his dick brushed against your g-spot. You were once again close as your moans grew desperately. At this point, you didn’t care about anything other than wanting to cum. His hands came up to your bound wrists, he pushed off your tie, blazer and shirt so your hands could anchor themselves onto his body.
One of your hands dug into the nape of his neck, pulling him down to press his body against yours. You were tugging at the hair whilst your other hand went down to your clitoris. You didn’t dare to move your eyes away from him as you rubbed furiously at your bundle of nerves. Your legs felt like they were being split as he held himself up with one hand by your head. His other hand had wrapped itself around your neck.
His lips reconnected with yours as the both of you thrusted against each other. You could feel his dick push at your cervical wall as you begged and pleaded with him to let you cum. After what seemed to be ages, he finally let you cum as he murmured the order against your lips.
“Cum you desperate little slut!”
Your legs shook violently as you screamed and whimpered at the sudden orgasm. Your core clenched tightly, your fingers scratched down his neck and back. You were finally free to cum as you bit against the Salesman’s bottom lip. The Salesman’s hips stuttered at the sudden shock of your orgasm, the tightness squeezed and made him ejaculate deep into your uterus. Your eyes couldn’t tear away as his hair dropped onto his forehead, a gruff moan left his lips. His back tensed and flinched at your nails as his eyes dropped down to where you were connected. Arousal was everywhere against his lower hips and your thighs as he glanced up at you with a smirk.
“You squirted.”
You could barely keep your eyes open as you gave a blind nod to his words, you unlatched your nails out of his back. You dropped your hands as he carefully and slowly pulled his dick out of you, the both of you hissed at the loss of fullness. A mixture of your fluids leaked out of you as he flopped onto his back next to you. He could feel the sweat dripping down his forehead and neck as his head turned to glance at you. He rendered you numb as a small grin took hold of his face.
“I told you I’d make you eat your words.”
You hummed as your eyes slowly opened to connect with his. The Salesman looked handsome when he was debauched and spent. You still didn’t like him but you were more open to messing with him if it meant it would lead to outcomes like this.
“I still hate you.”
“I hate you too.”
“You might have made me apologise, but you’ll never make me admit you’re better than me.”
“Want to bet on it?”
Your eyebrow quirked up as he brought himself to lean up on his elbow, his hand going down your stomach to push the fluids back into you. Your vagina flinched as his fingers sunk in to make you eat your words again.
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Main Tera (Salaryman! Kento Nanami x Brown!Reader)
the ones that i love say it so many different ways
she says it as if it's a simple truth, something we both know is fact
she says it like there's no other thing she could possibly say, like it's simply a given that she loves me
she says it as if she's always been saying it, as we stare out towards the streets of our childhood, and it is more familiar than those lanes could ever be
he says it like a prayer, like a promise, steeped in the liquid strength of what we feel
he says it like it can explain everything he does for me, and like it binds us together, an unbreakable oath
he says it, and I feel his hand in mine, calluses that I recognize as well as my own, and i know he'll never let go
they say it like a revelation, the first time and all the times after
they say it like it's something new and precious, no matter how often we exchange those magical words
they say it in a house that we've built together, and the permanence of us sinks in
and i say it back, because how can i not love my partner, my lover, my equal in all things
i say it, and i mean it more than i can ever show, and i know that i have been defined by the love we have shared
i say it, and i kneel, and i offer a ring, because i know i will never regret keeping this
thinking about ford calling shermie shortly after coming through the portal because he hasn’t spoken to his older brother in thirty-something years — he was kind of bad at keeping contact, okay — and he misses him. (and also, yk, as far as ford’s aware shermie thinks stan is dead and that ford owns a kitschy tourist trap, and he really needs to rectify that.)
and it’s probably like 5am when he calls but shermie picks up a few rings in with a sleepy “hello?”
and ford’s heart stops because he can barely believe he’s hearing his big brother’s voice again, and it takes a few long seconds before he finally says “shermie, it’s stanford.”
“stan? hi! what’s going on? are the kids okay?”
“the kids— yes, yes, they’re okay. they’re great, actually.”
“so why are you calling? i’m not complaining, i wish you’d call more, but it’s a little out of character.”
“… speaking of that.” and ford pauses because he didn’t exactly plan on how he was going to broach the whole ‘hey stan is alive and has been pretending to be me this entire time’ thing.
he settles on asking: “did you ever find it strange that i started wanting to go by stan after— after stan passed?”
he expects shermie to say something like ‘no, i figured you were just grieving’ but instead the pause on the other end of the line stretches out until shermie says, slowly and tearfully, “ford? is that you?”
and ford breaks. “yes,” he whispers because if he speaks at a normal volume he’s certain his voice will crack under the weight of his emotions. “yes, it’s me. shermie, how did you…?”
“you think stan could fool me? i grew up babysitting you punks. the two of you switching places tricked me maybe three times before i got smart. and then you got me a few more times when stan realized he could wear your gloves with an stuffed extra finger, but i ended up developing a sense for it. i knew from the second he called to tell me about his death.” shermie scoffs, and then quiets. “stanford… what happened?”
“it’s a long story.”
“i’ve got time.”
“i’m afraid you don’t understand. it’s… an exceedingly long story.”
“well, i’ll make time,” shermie says and then pauses. “is stan still around? is he okay?”
“yes, he’s … he’s here.”
“and you’re not still mad at him, are you?”
“well—”
“after forty years, ford?”
“it’s complicated!”
“then explain it!”
and ford does, he explains, he fills in the gaps of his own side with what stan told to the kids and that gopher-looking man and lays most everything out in the open (except for bill, he’ll never, ever tell anyone about bill) and at the end shermie is dead silent.
eventually he says, “if you weren’t you, and stan weren’t stan… i don’t think i’d believe any of that.”
and ford sighs and says “yes, that’s understandable.”
and shermie says “well, you know what i’m going to tell you now” and gives ford this excellent monologue about how he needs to mend things with stan, and ford knows he’s right but he’s still just so bitter and all he says is “i’ll consider it.”
the conservation wraps up with shermie telling ford to tell stan to expect a call from him very soon and then they hang up. and ford just. leans his head against the wall.
and from the end of the hallway, stan says “yeesh, i was really not looking forward to having that conversation. thanks for handling it for me, sixer.”
and ford can’t even find it in himself to be mad at that because he knows shermie is going to unleash the world’s wisest and most annoyed three hour rant upon stan the next time they speak.
(ford doesn’t warn stan about the phone call either, even though shermie asked him to. he thinks stan deserves it.)
Warnings: Smut, fluff and intimacy, vaginal fingering, oral (F receiving), face sitting, slight body image anxiety, food play, nipple play, P in V penetration, riding, eating off each other, praise kink, slight soft dom reader and sub Jun-ho (Slight tease).
Word Count Total: 5564
Note: This came to me whilst I was eating cupcakes and was desperate for a fic like this. Jun-ho was perfect and it took a different turn than what I was honestly expecting. It turned out to be more fluffier and intimate which works just as well. Next I will try to write out some of the requests. I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think! I can tag you in other fics as well and check my masterlist for more!
Tagged: @squidgamesmut @leia-origami
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Summary: Jun-ho has had a bad day and it was his birthday as well. He comes home to find an unpredictable present which turns his night and life around.
Have you ever felt like you could pull your hair out at the amount of shit people give you? Jun-ho was feeling more than just that, he was close to pulling his gun out on someone. Every hustling and bustling sound in the police station was the equivalent to nails on a chalkboard. He flinched with every squeak as he marked up the police reports.
It was a slow day at the station as everyone seemed engrossed in completing paperwork. Even the police chief seemed dead asleep at his desk as Jun-ho huffed an exasperated breath, running a hand through his thick hair and reclining back on his chair. His eyes darted around the bright office before landing on a photo frame of you, his girlfriend.
An oakwood engraved frame with you laying on grass on a summer day. You looked stunning with a light blue striped dress and straw hat, you were laying down with glee on your face. It was your six month anniversary that day and Jun-ho had a picnic planned for the two of you. He made your favourite kimbaps along with soju which made you fall in love deeper with one another.
His thumb pressed up on the picture as the memories of that day flowed through him before his smile dropped at the thought of what happened this morning. He woke up in a cold bed with a message from you, saying you had to leave for work early and this spiralled into a troublesome morning. He had car trouble before being called up to a neighbourhood to deal with rowdy teenagers.
After those terrible events, he came to the police station with a mountain of paperwork to be processed because the main archivist was off work, hence every detective and officer needed to complete their own paperwork and process it. The time was ticking slowly as the sunlight flickered in the office. He needed coffee as he stood up and swung his jacket over his shoulders.
Jun-ho slipped out of his office to go towards the break room. The walls were a dull grey and the carpeted floor looks like it's seen better days in its prime as the young detective entered the room. It was sad looking with a tall metallic fridge next to a small countertop. A dripping faucet and an ancient looking coffee machine. The cup dispenser had been replenished as Jun-ho stepped forward to turn the machine on.
The machine gurgled as it began to boil water before it then shot out spurts of coffee into a glass jug. A small sound vibrated in his pocket as he took his phone out to answer it.
"Hello?"
"Happy birthday Jun-ho!" A smile came to his face as his mother's delighted voice echoed from the phone.
"Thank you, Mom."
"How's your day been so far, my angel?"
"Normal."
He can sense a frown from his mother's tone, following the next set of words.
"Did you not do anything exciting today? Where's Y/N?"
His heart panged a little at the mention of his girlfriend. His mom liked you a lot and cared for you like a daughter. Jun-ho tried not to let his disappointment show in his voice.
"Not yet. Besides, she had to work today."
"Regardless, she should have cancelled her work to spend time with you today. It's your birthday and she should have been there for you."
"Leave it, Mom! Besides I think she mentioned she had an important work deadline coming up so it's not right for me to tell her to leave work just for me."
"Still. She seemed like a sweet girl. The least she could have done was make you dinner."
Jun-ho rolled his eyes at his mother's admonishing tone. She meant well and besides he and you hadn't been dating for long so total commitment wasn't on the table just yet. Although he was ready to commit to a long term relationship with you, any way possible. The young detective poured his coffee into his cup and was heading towards his office, exchanging pleasantries with his mother.
Being engrossed in his phone call, he hadn't noticed the Captain was approaching his direction, the older man was looking disgruntled as Jun-ho bumped straight into his boss. The coffee tipped backwards and spilt over his plain white t-shirt. It stained and steamed immediately as Jun-ho panted heavily and fanned his shirt to cool away the steam. His phone clattered to the floor along with his paper cup.
The Captain let out an annoyed curse as the papers he had dropped to the floor, stained with brown murky stains. Immediately the older man's eyes flared and his face huffed red in anger.
"Detective Hwang! Why do you not look where you're going?"
Jun-ho could have burst at his Captain the way he was accusing him for not paying attention. He had no coffee and his shirt was ruined as the young detective gritted his teeth.
"Sorry Captain. Was in the middle of an urgent call."
"But still you had eyes to see where you're going right? Go home, Hwang. Take the rest of the day off so you don't bother me again."
The young detective clenched his jaw with refrain as he gave a brisk nod to the Captain's order. Which was total bullshit but at least he could go home and calm down about the shitty day he's having so far. He watched the way his boss picked up the documents off the floor, huffing and puffing whilst returning back to office, no doubt grumbling about his incompetence.
Jun-ho crouched down to return to the call with his mother but the screen was black and faded out. He couldn't believe his phone was dead as he angrily huffed to himself, wishing for the day not to get worse as he stomped out of the police precinct and into his car.
The music in the car was doing nothing to relax him, as Jun-ho stared mindlessly out his windshield. The traffic was now another problem to his mind as he waited for the roads to clear. Lunchtime rush was almost a never ending endeavor as he glanced at the time on his watch. His girlfriend wouldn't be home for another several hours which had his mood sour even more.
Today was not his day as he pinched at his forehead to send away the building headache. After what seemed like an eternity, he was finally allowed to move his car out of the junction. Not long later, he was pulling up into the car park of his apartment complex. Willing himself to be relaxed, he got out of the car and was heading towards the elevator.
It seemed his stroke of bad luck wouldn't stop as his eyes glared at the out of order sign. His apartment was on the ninth floor, Jun-ho pursed his eyes closed to once again control his temper. He shoved the stairs doors open and took broad steps up the stairs, rushing to get to the apartment before anything worse happened.
He could feel a slight sweat perspire in his back as he reached the top of the stairs, exhaling deeply before entering the corridor. The hallway had six doors to separate apartments, his one was at the end of the hallway. Walking up, he was about to get his keys out of his pocket when he heard the low hum of music rumble from behind the door.
No one else was supposed to be home and he didn't leave the stereo on as Jun-ho's senses alleviated to a high alert. His deft hand reached into the left shoulder strap, unclipping to get his police issue gun out. With a steady grip on his weapon, the detective carefully brought his key to unlock the door.
Once the clicks unlocked, he pushed the handle down and had his gun raised in front of him before putting a foot past the door. He took another step and brought his whole body swiftly inside, his gaze steely as he took in the darkened living room.
Deliberating between stealth or an open encounter, the latter was proving to be a better option as he exclaimed out in the unknown.
"Whoever you are, you are trespassing! Show yourself and I'll ensure you'll get a lesser criminal sentence."
"Surely as your girlfriend, I'm allowed to trespass whenever I want?"
Jun-ho's face furrowed with confusion at the soft teasing voice. It sounded a lot like his girlfriend but it wasn't possible. You were meant to be at work till late evening. Needing more answers, his fingers blindly went towards the wall, finding the switch and flicking it down so the lights faded on.
The sight that beheld him almost had him faint as he saw you on the floor. There was a see through plastic tarp underneath you and your form was laying flat on the floor surrounded by cushions. His eyes trailed up your body as you were completely bare, save for your torso and privates.
There was some sort of concoction which covered your beautiful curvaceous parts. It looked like cake, judging by the way it crumbled and was only held together by a light blue coloured frosting. Jun-ho stepped closer and his eyes seemed to bulge out of his sockets as he saw 'Happy birthday Jun-ho' written on your stomach, sitting atop the cake mixture which seemed to be smeared on your body.
You were quite literally caked in cake as he tried to get his brain to catch up with the confusion. This was something he was not expecting and it certainly worked in your favour as he took in your smug expression.
"Surprise!"
"Y/N? What are you -? Aren't you supposed to be at work right now?"
You knew you had taken him by surprise as you rolled his eyes at his confused words.
"You don't like your surprise?"
"No! This is a wonderful and welcome surprise? I just … had the impression you were busy tonight."
Your eyes softened at the tone of insecurity laced in his voice. It was tricky for this plan to have worked as you watched the way he dropped to his knees beside you, his eyes constantly darting to the cake on your body.
"Busy on your birthday? No way in hell! That would be very cruel of me and it's an important day."
Your words had gotten to him as you watched the way his cheeks flushed red before his hand rested on top of your knee.
"Thank you."
"No, thank you. Happy birthday, baby!"
Jun-ho happily grinned as he bent down slightly to peck at your lips before letting his eyes linger at your body. You could tell he was eager to explore what you had presented to him as he lowly whispered.
"So, is this my birthday cake?"
You bit at your lower lip and shook your head in agreement, your heart swelled at the way his smile grew bigger. You knew he would be particularly excited by this gift as his finger was about to go towards your cake covered torso.
"Mind if I have a taste?"
"No, Jun-ho! First we have to blow out the candles and sing happy birthday!"
"Of course we must," He grinned as he tried to shake out of his jacket, his fingers curling around the hem of his coffee stained shirt. Almost teasing you by the way his head tilted to the right. "How would you like me to get ready?"
"I mean, it's no birthday without a birthday suit…"
With a firm nod, his torso puffed out slightly as he dragged the cloth over his firm muscular body. You could never tire from seeing him shirtless as he stood before you like a lion ready to devour you. You lucked out on Jun-ho as he quickly tossed his shoes and socks to the side. Before then slowly unbuttoning his jeans, tantalisingly pushing them over his thick thighs and sculpted calves.
You held a breath as you took in his semi-nude lean form, restraining yourself from leaping onto his body, as you willed yourself to let him take what he wanted from you. Today was Jun-ho's day, even though the present was more for the two of you to enjoy, you shook your head to brush your hair away from your collarbone, presenting yourself as a gift to your boyfriend.
"So where's the candles?"
You leaned back to gesture at the coffee table beside you, a few blue coloured single candles and a box of matches were on top as your boyfriend swiped at them and put the candles in the place of their holders which were already on the cake on your body. A quick light and ten candles were lit as yours and Jun-ho's eyes softly connected.
There was no doubt that Jun-ho was mesmerized by your tender loving gestures, he was almost thanking you with his eyes as you took to singing 'happy birthday!' in a soft voice. He's never had a birthday like this before and after this moment, he certainly doesn't want to let you go ever. It was clear to him that you meant a great deal as you finished off.
"Happy birthday to you! Come on Baby, blow your candles out."
How could he refuse you anything ever? Going by the soft unconditional expression in your eyes and lips, he tried to forge this facial expression in his mind forever. He parted your legs slightly so he could lean in between them to blow at the candles on your body, no doubt enticing you with a good time. The candles went out from the gentle blow of his breath and now came the fun
Discarding the candle and it's holders, your boyfriend took his time to thoroughly examine your body. Making a step by step plan on which parts of your body he wanted to feast on but you were in charge of this surprise, thus he didn't want to throw off your plans.
"Now can we have some cake?"
Who were you to refuse his sweet request as you nibbled at your bottom lip, a small nod and with a soft purr.
"Of course, Baby!"
You inhaled deeply as you watched the way his brown eyes flashed black with lust, his tongue peeked out from his lips as he rested his hands on your knees. This birthday present was going to unleash a feral side to your boyfriend which you were more than willing to pay the price for. You loved him deeply but you saw the truth to him in the intimate lights. He was vulnerable and trusting that you couldn't hold back a smile for him.
Jun-ho leaned down and bit into a small chunk of cake, catching a little bit of the frosting which was melting from your body heat. It was light and fluffy with the creamiest vanilla buttercream. The cake itself had strawberry essence infused inside and his eyes rolled back at the explosion of the marriage of flavours. Of course you would make his favourite cake flavour, as he audibly groaned and let his head roll back, over dramatically emphasising his appreciation.
The cake was made really well and paired with the faint taste of you, it was a perfect slice of heaven. He knew that the way he would react would rile you up, uncontrollably. As he swallowed, his head straightened back to watch the way your face melted into a lax lusty spell. He had you in his clutches now as he hummed at the flavour of the cake.
"That is a really good cake. Do you want some, my Darling?"
You gave another nod but Jun-ho had a tease of a smirk on his face. His fingers went down to scoop a bit of cake into his mouth, chewing and swallowing the sweet concoction. A tone of mischief was laced in his voice as he requested you.
"I want to hear you, my Darling."
"Please, birthday boy … feed me some cake?"
His cock twitched at the way you gave him a new nickname, his eyes glimmered as he leant down to where your breast would be. Your eyes locking intensely with his, he opened his jaw and lifted some cake into his mouth, prowling over you with his mouth full of cake.
It's an unusual way to eat cake but you wouldn't refuse such a gentle offer as you poked your tongue into his mouth to take the cake in and chew it. You did an amazing job with baking the cake as a pleasant buzz left your lips, your taste buds vibrated against the succulent dessert as your eyes dropped to another tasty delicacy. His lips.
They were plump and pink with the slightest bit of blue buttercream hanging on the corner of his lip, seducing you to come closer. You couldn't let Jun-ho be messy on his birthday, you swallowed your cake piece and brought your head close to where your breath hit his cheekbone. The flat of your tongue curled and licked at the blue buttercream, letting it melt against the roof of your mouth. The two of you were playing with fire as the warmth of your breaths lingered and danced together.
You wanted to prolong the teasing as you brought your fingers to pinch at some cake, bringing it up to his bottom lip as a way for him to eat some more cake. His long fingers enclosed over your wrist as his teeth grazed the length of your fingers to consume the sweet dessert you were offering. His eyes were staring dead straight into yours as warm saliva started to coat the pad of your digit, licking at the residual crumbs stuck on.
Jun-ho was going above and beyond to see you break and have his way with him, or the other way around. Soft grunts left his lips as he suckled at your fingers, his eyes fluttered closed and his fringe drooped in front of his eyes. You couldn’t hold it anymore as you snatched your index and middle away to squeeze at his jaw, lifting his head to your face as a flame danced around your eyes. This took your boyfriend by surprise and his cock twitched at the power you were trying to hold over him.
Your voice dropped to a slightly low octave as you raised yourself to your knees. “You’re meant to be enjoying your cake, Birthday boy! I worked so hard to bake this for you.”
He was in for a wild night as a gentle whine left from deep in his esophagus. “I’m sorry Baby … I wanted a taste of you as well.”
The way you cooed at him, had goosebumps erupting on his arms. “Aw! Birthday boy wanted a taste of me? You should have asked. Lay down.”
Your loving boyfriend over eagerly obeyed your command, a wide grin plastered on his face as he watched you wipe off the cake onto the plastic sheet underneath you. Streaks of blue buttercream and crumbs of cake were stuck smeared on your body and it was looking reminiscent of a highly provocative image in Jun-ho’s mind. Your supple thick thighs straddled his stomach, sliding up to hover at his chest.
Once again, you were being tentative about your weight as he felt your thighs tense and unclench with nerves, a ghost of a frown lingered on your lips. Jun-ho rubbed his hand across the top of your thighs to help you relax, ready to stop your love making to comfort you and you knew that any signs of hesitation would mean an end to your gift to him. You brought your palm to cup Jun-ho’s cheek, you croak a nervous whisper to him.
“Are you sure you want me to …” You make a gesture at his face which is enough implication for him to understand. He gives a firm nod with determination in his facial expression.
“More than anything. I want to taste everything on you.”
Your cheeks flushed hot with warmth as you brought your core to hover over his mouth, it was one of his favourite sights to explore and map. Your labia was spongey and dripping with arousal whereas your clitoris was engorged, ready to be devoured, your vagina clenched and pushed out a bit of cum from your slit. His hot breath tingled at the bottom of your lips as he murmured with mesmiration.
“God, you’re beautiful! And mine.”
His hands anchored themselves to your love handles, tugging at you to press your weight onto his face as his lips connected to your lower lips, a soft peck before his tongue swiped up and down to slurp at the wetness in between your thighs. A faint taste of the cake he had earlier mingled with the mild taste of you and he groaned rather loudly at the marriage of flavours. Your jaw was agape at the way Jun-ho was lapping at your vulva.
Your thighs tensed around his head as you gave Jun-ho full control over your body, your sticky hand stroked across your boyfriend’s scalp before clutching his dark short cut hair, the other hand rested on the floor as a way to hold yourself. The way your body arched in the dim yellow light, a faint sight of sweat glistened near your neck as your nipples were erect from the cool air. It made Jun-ho’s cock strain against his tight black boxers as he pressed to praise you.
“You might have my favourite flavour of cake but my favourite flavour will always be the sweetness dripping in between your legs.”
His tongue circled and flicked at your clitoris, a trigger that made you thrust and grind your core against his face. He continued to entice you as he brought a finger round to pinch at the erogenous nub. You jutted your hips harder against his face as you drowsily mumbled.
“Birthday boy! Please?”
“Please what?”
“I … want to come.”
“Go ahead Darling, I’m not stopping you. You’re my good girl.”
With his permission, you let out a silent shudder and shiver as your vagina clenched at the ministrations being done. He wasn’t done yet and you knew you were in for another ride, Jun-ho could die a happy man with his face between your thighs. ‘His favourite flavour’ as the two of you shared a tender connection. He moved his mouth away slightly to coo sweet words.
“You’ve done so well for me. My good girl. Can you do one more?”
You give a firm rigorous nod which permitted your boyfriend to once again attack your sopping genitals. His sandpapery tongue glided across your labia before circling around your slit, The way he grunted and moaned sent vibrations up your spine as he relentlessly tried to engulf himself into your cunt. He pursed his lips around your clitoris and gave a firm suck which had you roll your hips harder onto his face.
Jun-ho could spend the entire night licking and guzzling you but he knew you would want something else, thus he dragged his tongue to push through the tight walls of your opening. A quick flinch and sharp inhale left your lips as you watched the way his eyes were lulling at your essence. His nose grazed and pushed at your clitoris as his tongue began to slowly penetrate your vagina.
“You taste so good, my Darling. Drown me in your sweetness.”
Deep moans and whines were trickling out of your lips as you began to roll your vagina to meet with your boyfriend’s tongue thrusts. You desperately wanted him to sink his cock into you as you warned him about your impending orgasm.
“Jun-ho, I’m gonna - Jun-ho!”
Your body froze and stuttered as your vagina began to leak more onto your boyfriend’s jaw, your head rolled back as you cried out in unexpected pleasure. Jun-ho felt a numbing pain in his lower jaw but he ignored it to smile at your slightly debauched appearance. His lips were puffy and plump from your vagina and he decided now would be the time to say what should have been said a long time ago.
“You’re so beautiful. It’s why I love you.”
He could tell that you hadn’t fully registered his confession, too drunk off the pleasure he was giving you as a sweet gentle glow took hold of his face. You could feel Jun-ho shift your body down so you could finally be eye level with him, he sat up with you on his lap and your legs went around his waist. His large palms rested atop your upper back to stop you from falling back, although there were pillows around you and he could lay you down.
Jun-ho wanted to express his love in this intimate light, he wanted to show you his vulnerability and intimacy as one hand cupped your chin to let your lips hover next to each other. He spoke louder this time to help you hear his words better.
“I love everything about you and it’s an infinite list. You take such good care of me, listening and helping me to be a better person. I love the way you smell, taste and sound. When you’re like this or talking and chatting to me about your day. I love you, (Y/N).”
You gave it a moment, letting his words sink deep into your skin as your vision zeroed on his form. You knew deeply that he was the only one worth spending life with and the fact that he echoed your sentiments made your love grow exponentially deeper. Jun-ho simply admired the way your lax face hummed and curled with love. Your lips brushed along to Jun-ho’s ear as you hoarsely responded.
“I love you too Jun-ho. You’re the only one worth living for.”
At this moment in time, the two of you could feel your heartbeats synchronising into one synonymous rhythm, your breaths tickled as the two of you gazed deeply into each other's eyes. The raw confession heating the temperature between your bodies as the buttercream was slowly being melted by the closeness of your chests. Without wanting to wait any longer, Jun-ho fervently pressed his lips onto yours, your groans reverberating as your eyes fluttered closed.
There’s the old cliche of fireworks being exploded when a kiss happens, but this kiss was unlike any other kiss you’ve experienced with Jun-ho. This was full of love, trust and unconditionality that your bodies were slowly melting as one. His face was in your sights; you could only feel his skin; hear his gentle grunts and moans; smell his muted musk and taste cake and yourself from his mouth.
Yours and Jun-ho’s lips molded like clay as his tongue began to mingle and fight with your own. His broad hands dragged down to your waist to force your core to shift onto his clothed erection. A soft gasp left your lips as his hardness pressed against your sensitive vagina, he began to guide you into smooth movements as your hips began to grind on each other. You were starting to soak his boxers as the two of you continued to make out.
One of yours wrapped around the nape of his neck, whilst your blunt nails dug into the side of his neck. Your other hand dropped down to grab a handful of cake to smear at the inner crook of his neck, instantly knowing where he was most sensitive. You reluctantly pulled your lips away to press a trail of kisses across his jaw, Adam's apple and then to the base of his jugular where your lips enclosed over the cake.
You sucked and nipped at his neck as his head rolled back and hips bucked harder. The mood heated up further as the slow music in the background was overshadowed by your uncontrollable sexual sounds of pleasure. Jun-ho blindly reached for the cake, swiping it all over your chest before bending down to clean at your chest. His tongue ingested the painted streaks of buttercream before his teeth pinched at your nipple.
A rather loud mixture of a whine and a moan erupted from your lips as you cupped Jun-ho’s chin to look directly into your eyes, the tone was hoarse and scratchy.
“Please birthday boy! I need you.”
Jun-ho agreed to your demand and raised you up slightly to tug his boxers down his waist, tugging it off as it pooled by his ankles. His erection was close to a bright red with a small drip of precum going down the length of his dick. You licked at your cakey hand, bringing it down to angle his dick at the entrance of your slit. You slowly slid down to let him be accommodated into your tight walls.
His eyes watered slightly as his thumb rested on your bottom lip, an innocent gesture as he whispered. “I love you so much!”
“I love you too, Jun-ho.”
The two of you bounced as his fingers clawed into your waist, his mouth spewing praises all around.
“I love you! You’re so tight and gorgeous! I’m glad you’re all mine.”
The only thing you could do was agree to his words as you thrusted your hips against his, the angle was pressing against your g-spot and you could feel your orgasm approaching quicker than normal. You tightened your core around his dick, he stuttered and choked, increasing the depth of his thrusts until you felt a gush of his ejaculate swell inside you. His thumb went down to circle at your clitoris to trigger your orgasm.
“Come on, Darling! I need you to cum now. Cum!”
“Fuck! Yes!”
A few quick strokes at your clitoris caused a rumbling moan to leave your lips as you screeched your boyfriend’s name. No doubt, letting your neighbours around you know who you belong to. The pitch of your voice was a mixture of highs and lows as your thrusts slowed to a stop. A mixture of sweat mixed with the buttercream on your bodies, Jun-ho’s forehead rested against your shoulder as your nose pressed into his sweaty sticky hair.
The birthday cake was a mush around your heaving bodies, as you could feel his cum drip down the curve of your butt. It was a light atmosphere as Jun-ho lifted his head to gaze lazily into your eyes. It felt like a weight of confusion lifted off both of your shoulders as you felt satiated with tonight’s events, Jun-ho celebrated his birthday whilst also reaffirming his feelings and stance of the relationship with you.
Your hands rested against his cheeks, you leant down for a brief peck before once again repeating your new favourite confession. “I love you, birthday boy.”
“I can never tire from saying and hearing it. I love you too. And thank you, for my birthday surprise.”
Jun-ho tried to lift the two of you up so you could clean up in the bathroom but found that his legs were numb and shaky from your intense love making. A huffed breath left his lips as he grinned at you. “You … literally made my legs numb.”
A twinkling laugh left your lips that made your boyfriend’s heart swell with pride. “I’m glad my birthday present could do that. We can just lay here and wait for our legs to recover.”
You arched forward to bring a pillow closer so your boyfriend could lay down and pull you on top of him. You hadn’t realised it but there was now a niggling ache around your knees and Jun-ho’s butt as you brought your hands to massage at your knee. It wasn’t the best idea to have sex on the hard floor of your living room. You had a lot to fix for next time. He still couldn’t understand how you orchestrated this entire thing, his hands drawing random shapes at the back of your shoulder as he glanced down to inquire.
“How did you even manage to pull this off?”
“Well I had some help for today. I had to wait for you to leave before me and my friends set to work to bake the cakes. They helped put the cake on my body. Don’t worry they were all girls. I also asked your mom to distract you and your Captain to send you home by lunchtime.”
Everyone was in on it as his facial expressions scrunched up into a slightly unamused face. If his mother and captain were in on the surprise then that meant, they knew - an uncomfortable shudder went down his spine as you laughed at his calculating thoughts.
“Don’t worry, birthday boy! Your mother and the captain don’t know what we did. They think we had a birthday lunch, that's all.”
“More like a birthday dessert.”
You rolled your eyes as you had another bite at the cake you made. Appreciating the way it was made as the two of you relaxed in a blissful silence. Jun-ho listed this as his best birthday ever and he had a long way to go to exceed the expectations with your birthday coming. Cleaning up would come later after you rested in each other’s arms, basking in the after glow of your intimate sex.
ford knew how to follow bill into someone’s mind and “prevent his chaos.” when would ford have done this? who would bill have paid a visit to? ……… what if it was fiddleford?
think about it. maybe bill is trying to tamp down fiddleford’s paranoia so he stops warning ford about the dangers. maybe bill is trying to plant seeds of distrust in fiddleford’s mind so he’ll leave the project and stop getting in the way. maybe bill is trying to cause some good old-fashioned chaos, just for fun. either way, ford sees bill enter his friend’s mind, devises a solution, and follows him.
or, alternatively— what if fiddleford followed bill into ford’s mind? ford has this incantation as a fail-safe, never intending for it to be used— he trusts bill, after all — but fiddleford witnesses bill entering ford’s mind one night and freaks out. he scours the journals, feeling bad about invading ford’s privacy but wanting desperately to help him, and finds the incantation (framed much more positively, of course, as this is pre-betrayal.) so he sets his fears aside and follows bill into ford’s mind.
i just think there are possibilities here, guys. many, many, angsty possibilities…
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Gravity Falls
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Ford Pines & Stan Pines
Characters: Stan Pines, Ford Pines
Additional Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Memory Loss, Stanuary, rated teen for like. more swearing than there probably should be!, mentions of violence ofc this is stan’s past he’s remembering, oh wait the best silliest funniest tag:, Stangst
Summary:
Stan, post-Weirdmaggedon, starts uncovering the mystery of his life. He doesn’t like what he finds.
