#I haven't processed the naked in bed live yet

[imsadstuff]

jungkook is a MENACE

#why is he NAKED #all the fucking time #I haven't processed the naked in bed live yet #i want to eat hot fudge off his abs #bts #bts fluff #bts pics #bts pictures #jeon jungkook #bts jungkook #bts memes #jungkook fluff #bts smut #jungkook

[axailslink]

Can I request a fic where, Shuri accidentally finds out about how the reader have past self harm scars which they are really insecure about. They like- refuse to wear shorts n skirts n stuff cause they doesn't want others to find out about them and Shuri get worried at the begging but comfort the reader in the end :)

Worship Yourself

Shuri x FEM reader

Warning: ⚠️ mentions of past self harm none is afflicted on the reader however the reader and Shuri do speak of this.

You look in the mirror at your skin tight skirt you bend down to see how high it goes and shake your head seeing the scars you try so well to keep hidden. It doesn't matter that you haven't done it in years the scars still show when you did in the past you groan as you turn around and pull the skirt down. Shuri walks behind you and places her head on your shoulders gently hugging you and you smile at the warmth she gives you. "If I'm speaking of a topic you'd like to forget feel free to interrupt me-" you can see where the conversation is going before it even starts but if you avoided it she'd have that worried look on her face all day. "I know you try to hide them the ones on the back of your thighs, your wrists, and your sides but I don't care. I've seen them all accidentally of course but every scar has a story and every person has a story of their life that they don't like to tell" so wise you hate and love that about her she always saw the good sides of situations before the bad. "This story of my life was the worst one yet sthandwa" she nods and leads you to the bed she can see you about to break down in tears at the thoughts of the past. "I did not point this out for you to cry about them or list off your insecurities my job is Queen and protector of Wakanda but when I'm home my job is Queen of this house and protector of my wife." You smile at her as tears well up in your eyes anyways she gently unzips your skirt and pulls it off laying it at your feet she sits beside you in you only in your undergarments. If you felt insecure in the mirror right now you felt worst she could see all of you that wasn't anything new but she could actually see her eyes were opened she knew how you got the scars you were so startled by and it didn't bother her. She takes your wrists in hand and kisses them "a kiss for that night a kiss for tonight" she then leans down and kisses you she pulls away and lets her hands slide down your thighs gently gripping them she lifts your right leg and kisses from your inner knee to down your the back of your leg to your thigh and she repeats her words from a moment ago "a kiss for that night and a kiss for tonight." You can't help but smile at her as you watch her "I worship you you should worship yourself just as much as I do you." She switches to the other leg and repeats the process when she comes back up she pulls you into her arms and kisses all over your face "it's a different time and a different place don't sulk in the past live in the present" she grabs your hand and kisses them before gently kissing you "I love you. Would you like to stay in or do you still want to go out for dinner? You look at the skirt. "Could we stay in and watch a movie? She nods and grabs the cover off the bed pulling it over your semi naked body. "Of course you don't have to ask twice."

A/n I strayed a bit but kept the original plot sorry. Hope you enjoy.

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[echo-bleu]

WIP Ask game. I am wildly curious about werewolf-Finrod. Yes please, I am sold, please tell me all the things. I also feel this way about the X-Men AU, so take your pick!

Both? Both is good.

Werewolf!Finrod is what it says on the tin, Finrod is re-embodied in Aman as a werewolf. I think I said before that some of it was inspired by your Host of the West. He Returns not long before Elwing's arrival, and of course if the Valar weren't going to forbid him from going back to Middle-Earth to fight, the fact that he turns into a clawed monster every time he has a strong emotion surely does it.

He's having a really hard time. It does get better, and I want to keep writing until he makes his peace with it (the whole thing sprung from an image I had of Finrod pouncing on a very confused just-Returned Celegorm) and even perhaps gets a couple of tiny wolf cubs to raise...

Here's a snippet:

Was the werewolf that ate him an elf once? Is that what Finrod is destined to become? “Why did you let me out?” he murmurs at the wall – at Mandos in his Halls. “If I’m a monster, if I’m a danger to everyone – why let me out? There long shall ye abide, you promised us, and yet here I am. Little pity shall they find –is this your version of little pity? That living again should be worse even than being dead?” “Oh, Findaráto,” someone murmurs behind him. Arafinwë doesn’t flinch when Finrod turns around on his bed, still naked and covered in scratches. Their eyes meet, and there is no fear in his father’s gaze. He comes to sit close to Finrod, on the edge of the mattress, and holds out his hand, not quite touching him. Even as he turns back to the wall, finding the world too overwhelming still to face, Finrod grabs that hand in a bruising grip.

The X-Men AU that I started yesterday is (presumably) more light-hearted! I've been sick with Covid all week and mostly unable to write, but had a lot of time for vaguely feverish daydreaming, some of which somehow coalesced into this:

Dynamics-wise (shipping aside), Fëanor and Fingolfin make wonderful Magneto and Prof X

Mutation-wise, Fëanor has something like energy manipulation, Fingolfin something to do with ice, while Arafinwë is a ProfX-level telepath (he gets the disability as well because I can)

Finwë built a school for mutants with his sons, but Fëanor broke off from them because of ahem political differences and made his own faction

Now Fingolfin is head of the school slash vigilante headquarters, with his adult children as the men, uh, F-Men? (I haven't actually settled on a name lmao)

I am very fond of mutant AUs, and I'm specifically fond of mutation-as-disability takes

Fingon is Cyclops. But Cyclops before anyone figured out how to block his blasts, so he's also functionally blind.

That makes Maedhros Jean Grey, though his power is fire-based. They also have Cherik vibes, being on competing/opposing sides. (Artanis is kind of the other side of Jean Grey, with the uncontrollable psychic powers)

About two years ago, Maedhros was captured by Morgoth Corp's Head of R&D Mairon, and experimented on for months until Fingon broke into their headquarters and blasted them to smithereens to free him (he also blasted Maedhros's hand off in the process)

I have powers figured out for most of the Finwëans but it would be too long to go into details here, so i'll only share the fun ones: Lalwen is Mystique, Ambarussa have super-speed, Irissë is Havok. Finrod is Rogue. Kinda.

I shared a little snippet last night, I don't have a lot more writing than that at this point but it's very fun so far.

Thank you for the ask!!

From this WIP ask game.

#ask game #echo's fanfiction #echo's writing thoughts #silm x-men au #werewolf finrod au #finrod #silmarillion #tolkien

[lost-jams]

Brushes And Beats chapter: 02

pairing: JiminxReader

genre: fluff with a pinch of angst

trope: enemies to lovers

:That one moment when you realize that...You are screwed:

I'm lying on my stomach and I press my cheek into my pillow. My body had grown restless and hungry, I felt as if I'm floating and yet I felt everything...There was someone else there with me, his body naked... He's braced over me, pressed against my back,

he twists his hips to grind himself against my butt, His fingertips smooth along the sides of my breasts. His exhale steams against my neck. He's heavy. Sensitive parts of me burn to live. I scratch my fingertips against the sheets until they burn with friction. Then he shifted just a bit perhaps it was to kiss me, as I moved to the side the man was no longer faceless, first came the sharp jawline, moving up I saw his defined cheekbones, he was so close that all I could see was his perfectly sculpted lips parted in a gentle sigh and then he moved farther away and I saw him...Jimin

I jolted up from my bed with a racing heart and beads of sweat glistening on my forehead, I just had a wet dream about Jimin. I couldn't decide what to do. Finish the job, or take a cold shower? In the end, all I do is lie there. RING RING I hear my phone buzz, its Fumi

"I had a dream...uhh a wet dream...about Jimin"

"Good morning to you too?" Fumi replies and then continues with "You've been at each others' butt for the past 6 years this had to happen" I let out a sigh as I'm still processing what had happened "Y/n, let go get Starbucks and you can rant while I nod ok?"

"yeah," I replied as I remembered the time I first met Jimin.

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It was a sunny afternoon in the bustling city of Seoul, I just graduated from beauty school, Being one of the top students, I was given job offers from several makeup studios, But I had a target, I wanted to work under Jung Saem Mool, she is one of the most talented and renowned artists out there, she usually works with celebrities however with luck in my favor I actually had an offer from her studio. My life has finally taken the turn I had always dreamed.

Months passed and as time flew Jung Saem Mool's reputation also grew, she announced that we will be working under a label from now on, which happened to be HYBE. I was thrilled about the opportunity to work with such a prestigious label and potentially get the chance to work with some big names in the industry.

As fate would have it, one of those big names turned out to be none other than Jimin's. I couldn't believe my luck when my name got announced while they were forming teams.

"He is so well-behaved, we will have a good time working together", Fumi whispered, I met her in the studio, well you could say we bonded over our shared obsession with K-drama and K-pop.

The first time I laid eyes on Jimin, my heart skipped a beat as he walked into the green room to get ready for a shoot, his presence radiated charisma no wonder he is the It-boy of Korea. I glanced at him, as he shot his killer smile to everyone, "Hello everyone!" he greeted " Thank you for having me here, I hope to have a successful shoot with you all, FIGHTING" he put his fists up making us all mimic his gesture, He is so dreamy.

As I'm still a newcomer...kinda, I was a backup for the lead makeup artists, they were way more experienced than me so it did make sense, I would sometimes help with the brushes, go get water for everyone, and sit around doing nothing

Brushes-water-chair

BRUSHES-WATER-CHAIR

BRUSHES-WATER-CHAIR

If you haven't noticed, my excitement level dropped, I get it that I'm inexperienced WELL HOW CAN I LEARN IF IM NOT DOING ANYTHING? I looked over to Fumi across the room, we shared the same state. All that excitement for nothing

"Well, it didn't go as we expected it to go," I said with a scowl on my face. "I was ranting to Lucy, a while ago, apparently it took her two years to actually start working. TWO YEARS Y/N TWO YEARS!" Fumi exclaimed, clearly frustrated with our current situation, I fake cried at her outburst, dramatically wiping away my nonexistent tears. "I mean it's like getting paid for sitting around...it's not so bad" Fumi chuckled at my comment "Hey at least our assigned client turned out to be a good one...he is so, picture perfect" I can't help but think of the pressure that must be on him to maintain his picture-perfect status, Thats pitiful at the same time it's impressive.

Days passed, and my interactions with Jimin were limited to brief greetings or when I was fetching water from the team. "Y/n, can you grab me a water bottle?" Jimin asked with a smile as he pointed to the table of stacked drinks, I nodded grabbing the water bottle and handing it to him returning the smile.

"Gather round, everyone!" the manager called out, holding everyone in a circle as we gathered, eagerly anticipating what the manager had to say. "I hope everyone is here, anyways...Jimin will be shooting live today, so I want no mess-ups or delays, got it?" The manager's words hung in the air as we all nodded in agreement. As time progressed the day became hectic with the crew rushing around to ensure everything was in place. I found myself caught up in the whirlwind of activity, trying my best to assist wherever I could.

At one point, I got tasked with touching up Jimin's make-up FINALLY SOME WORK "Just put a little mascara, it will lift his eyes"

I carefully applied the mascara to Jimin's lashes, trying my best to be precise and not let my nervousness show. As I focused on my task, Jimin glanced at me through the mirror and smiled. And that smile, oh that smile. That smile sent my heart racing and my palms sweating. My fingers trembled slightly as I continued to apply the mascara, trying to keep my composure despite the growing butterflies in my stomach. "You're doing great," Jimin said, his voice filled with genuine appreciation. ANGEL

The shot was ready, and as Jimin stepped on stage, the crowd erupted in cheers. The energy in the room was electric, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride knowing that I had played a small part in getting him ready for this moment. As Jimin performed, his talent radiated from the stage, captivating everyone in the audience. It was at that moment that I truly understood why Jimin had such a dedicated fanbase.

The stage was interesting, filled with vibrant lights, smoke machines and sprinkle heads 

hey they use it to make rain in the movies, rain,

RAIN AS IN WATER. 

The realization hit me the mascara I used was not waterproof, by the time I could tell my supervisor about my mistake, It was too late and Jimin's face was already covered in the streaks of black liquid running down his cheeks, I saw the panic in my supervisor's eyes as she rushed to me 

"DID YOU NOT USE WATERPROOF MASCARA" I froze at the moment, a feeling of fear and guilt washed over me as I stammered out an apology.

Chapter 03 will soon be posted today, after you know the editing. I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS CHAPTER

Chapter 01 || Chapter 03

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[bridgertonbabe]

How does Colin react to the fact that Charlie’s middle name is Colin??

He and Penelope had apparated to My Cottage after receiving an owl from Violet to come and meet the newest member of the family.

Colin was feeling weird about it all. While this wasn't the first baby of the newest generation of Bridgertons and while Phillip had become the first parent of the Awesome Foursome, it still felt hugely significant. He was about to meet Sophie's little baby. She was now someone's mum and officially an adultier adult than Colin was even though they were the same age. It was also Benedict's baby. His brother and his best friend had made a baby together - and it was actual living proof that Benedict and Sophie had had sex (of course he knew from the moment he found out they were together that they were being intimate considering he had discovered them in bed, but a part of him had been in denial and aggressively repressing this detail, not wanting to think of Benedict naked and buried inside - you know what, never mind).

Violet welcomed them in and led them to the master bedroom. As soon as the door opened Colin was met with the picturesque sight of a new mother cradling her baby in bed, glowing with contentment as her husband held her close. The pair pulled their loving gaze away from their newborn and beamed at the sight of their latest visitors.

Benedict had sprung up and crossed the room to engulf his brother in a big hug.

"Congrats, Ben." Colin patted him on the back.

Benedict pulled back, his entire face lit up, his eyes dancing with joy. "Brother, I haven't been able to stop smiling. I wish everyone were as happy as I am right now."

He then motioned for Colin to take a seat by the bed before Benedict returned to his spot on the bed beside Sophie. Colin approached his best friend and gave her a kiss on the cheek before looking at the newborn in her arms.

"Soph." he breathed as his eyes traced over the precious baby.

"He's so little, isn't he?" she hummed.

"Bet he didn't feel so little when you were giving birth to him." he jested and Sophie exhaled in amused agreement. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I'm on top of the world." Sophie sighed and exchanged a radiant smile with her husband. "Would you like to hold him?" she asked Colin.

He didn't need to be asked twice and gently accepted his nephew being passed over into his arms. Penelope rested a hand on his arm as she leaned over to get a closer look.

"Oh, Sophie! He's so beautiful!" Penelope gasped and gave Colin's arm a squeeze.

"I can't bear to take my eyes off of him." Sophie said as she relaxed into Benedict's side, all the while the new parents' gazes remained transfixed on their baby.

"And does this little guy have a name yet?" Penelope asked and delicately brushed her thumb against the baby's forehead.

Sophie and Benedict exchanged a look, with the latter giving his wife a nod before they looked back to them.

"His name's Charlie."

Charlie. His little nephew, Charlie. Sophie's baby, Charlie. Sophie and Ben's Charlie.

Colin couldn't help but think that Charlie was absolutely perfect for the little bundle in his arms.

"Charlie Colin Bridgerton."

Charlie Colin...

Colin's head then darted up and looked to his brother and best friend for confirmation as Penelope squeezed his arm again and gave a delighted little gasp.

"You... you named... you named him after me?" he swallowed as he processed the information.

"Mmhm." Sophie smiled at him.

Colin looked back down to his nephew, his perfect little nephew who had been named after him. He quickly wiped away the sudden tear that had shot down his cheek, only to produce some more.

"Really?" he asked.

"Really." Benedict confirmed, brushing his face into his wife's hair as he watched his brother's reaction.

"Even though I tried to crucio you when I found out you guys were together?" Colin choked.

"Even after you turned me into a weasel." Benedict snorted.

"But why?" Colin wondered. "Why would you name him after me when I... when I've been such a -" he quickly glanced at Charlie and though he was brand new to the world and had no understanding of what was being said (not to mention he was sound asleep), he felt guilty for potentially cursing in front of him - "such a lousy friend and brother?"

"Because you're always there when I need you most." Sophie told him and reached out her hand to rest on his shoulder. "When I had that wobble during my pregnancy you took care of me without any hesitation. When I opened up about having an eating problem you stuck by my side until I recovered. And when you hadn't heard from me you convinced your brothers to take the flying car all the way to London just to see if I was alright and when you saw the situation I was in you refused to leave without me." she explained to him and he looked to her when he heard the emotional dip in her voice and saw her eyes shining. "You're far from lousy, Colin. You're my best friend and one of the best people I know. You love so fiercely and devotedly and I'm so grateful to have received that love in abundance from you."

They were now both in tears (Violet as well) and Colin grabbed her hand in his. "Always." he vowed.

She gave him a watery smile and squeezed his hand as Benedict gently wiped away her tears with a look of fondness for the friendship between his wife and brother.

"I'll do my best to make sure I'm someone he can look up to." Colin told them as he looked back at the newborn snuggled in his arm, wanting to be better for his tiny namesake.

"You already are." Sophie said.

"Just so long as you don't turn me into a weasel again." Benedict quipped.

Colin gave a shifty grin to his brother. "I am sorry about that, by the way."

"Wow. And it only took you four years." Benedict shook his head.

"Let's just hope Charlie will be more prompt with his apologies than his uncle." Penelope joked and gave her boyfriend a playful nudge.

#asks #bridgerton drabble #harry potter au #colin bridgerton #charlie bridgerton #benophie

[princeofgod-2021]

LIGHT OF LIFE 477

John 1:4

DIVINE ORDER 42: Process Of Marriage 12

Gen 2:24 FOR THIS CAUSE will a man GO AWAY FROM HIS FATHER AND HIS MOTHER AND BE JOINED TO HIS WIFE; and they will be one flesh. BBE

NAKED BEFORE MARRIAGE 4

We began to disclose Samson’s escapade at the end of the Last lesson, and that would lead us to the 2nd point about how a Man could become affectionately attracted to the wrong woman.

Pro 5:20 Why let yourself, my son, go out of the way with a strange woman, AND TAKE ANOTHER WOMAN IN YOUR ARMS? BBE

2. UNGUARDED FAMILIARITY: if a man spends much time with any woman, maybe calling her a friend, they will eventually develop affection for each other, even if one of them is so ugly and without Physical attraction.

If you have not gotten specific direction from God as to whom to marry, stay away from familiarities with the opposite sex.

Gen 35:22 While Israel was living in that land, REUBEN WENT TO BED WITH BILHAH, HIS FATHER’S CONCUBINE, and Israel heard about it. Jacob had twelve sons: NET

This was no rape, and what led to it is obscure, but Reuben may have developed a fondness to one of their mother’s slave girls (Bilhah) whom his father took as concubine.

Reuben was born into the arms of these concubines and they may have bathed him and played with him.

Sex was the extreme of that familiarity but they must have opened up to each other to an extent.

Jdg 16:4 After this, Samson FELL IN LOVE with a woman named Delilah, who lived in Sorek Valley. GNB

There is no justification for a life of fornication but there are points to get here.

Samson had slept with many harlots but probably spent a little more time with this one till affection developed.

As soon as his enemies knew he was in “love”, they saw a chance to destroy him at last.

Beloved, opening up to the wrong person may end your destiny, fast.

Jdg 16:5-6 The Philistine rulers went to Delilah and said, "Trick Samson into telling you what makes him so strong and what can make him weak. Then we can tie him up so he can't get away. If you find out his secret, we will each give you eleven hundred pieces of silver." The next time Samson was at Delilah's house, she asked, "Samson, what makes you so strong? How can I tie you up so you can't get away? Come on, you can tell me." CEV

This is where Inordinate Affection really take a toll: you think you are in Love with someone and you are ready to pour out your whole heart, but because the relationship is not God-Centred, that person may not share in your excitement, just because there is no spiritual connection.

You are excited but the person pretends to be, while hiding ulterior motives.

Jdg 16:15 Delilah said to Samson, "HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT YOU LOVE ME WHEN YOUR HEART ISN'T MINE? You've made fun of me three times now, but you still haven't told me what makes you so strong." GW

It is evident however, that Samson was in delusion here. A harlot is demanding his love and total openness, yet she never said she loved him back and he never asked any secrets from her.

2Th 2:10-11 The Man of Evil will use every kind of evil to fool those who are lost. THEY ARE LOST BECAUSE THEY REFUSED TO LOVE THE TRUTH AND BE SAVED. So God will send them something powerful that LEADS THEM AWAY FROM THE TRUTH AND CAUSES THEM TO BELIEVE A LIE. ERV

It is the consequence of not following the Divine Order for our lives.

Let’s be fair and not generalize Delilah’s case; not all are harlots.

Many people basically enter relationships out of desperation for marriage. Affections can’t be profound and there could be insincerity and lies.

Unguarded Familiarity is very effective in creating affections because of another Spiritual Rule:

2Co 3:18 And WE ALL, WITH UNVEILED FACES reflecting the glory of the Lord, are BEING TRANSFORMED INTO THE SAME IMAGE FROM ONE DEGREE OF GLORY TO ANOTHER, which is from the Lord, who is the Spirit. NET

As with Jesus, whatever you [take time to] FOCUS on in openness will “diffuse” into you and Vice-vasa till you “attain” a ONENESS. If it is an ungodly Contact, then you are in danger.

1Co 6:16 Or DO YOU NOT SEE THAT HE WHO IS JOINED TO A LOOSE WOMAN IS ONE BODY WITH HER? for God has said, The two of them will become one flesh. BBE

I pray for us all, that God will sever us from any unguarded Familiarity that can ever create Inordinate Affections and become a risk to our homes and destinies, IN JESUS NAME.

Come back on Friday, as we proceed in digging into this inspiring Subtopic.

Brother Prince

Wednesday, February 28, 2024

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[pink-peony-princess]

Months on the making

"Please?" My best friend Ashley, begged, chasing me around the dorm room.

"I don't know," I sighed flopping down on the sofa and switching the TV on. It was 3 in the afternoon so there wasn't much on, but the aimless chatter was enough to block out the whining coming from my roommate.

"Please, please, please, I'll clean the toilet for a month, and you can use my Netflix and steal my lecture notes," she added. I looked at her laughing slightly as she got down on her knees and literally begged me. "Who knows," she added when I didn't respond. "It is a cross facility party, so you might even see some cute guys there, cute doctors," she added.

"Shawn won't be there, there's no way, he's a week out from starting his residency," I stated as if this ended it.

"Who said anything about Shawn?" She smirked, getting up. "You're coming!" She called, walking into the kitchen and returning with snacks. "I mean come on! It's not like you two haven't been sussing each other out all semester ever since you worked in that group project for communications, I mean it's clear you like each other, he's even told his buddies, make your move girl, he's perfect for you!" She encouraged.

"He sure is that," I agreed, dazed just thinking about him. He was tall and built, with broad shoulders, and soft brown curly hair, an award-winning smile and charm to boot. On top of all that he was a really nice guy. No one seemed to have a bad word to say about him.

Two hours later we walked into the party, and I was immediately taken aback by how many people were here. "I'm going to get a drink," Ashley yelled over the music. I nodded turning around, coming across the one face I didn't want to see.

"Oh shit, Hayden is here," I hissed, running to catch up to Ashley.

"Just try to ignore him, he's a douche!"

The night was going well and despite myself, I'd even started to relax and enjoy myself, Ashley had even managed to get Shawn and I talking, not that we didn't flirt with each other whenever we saw one another, but we never really got to have a real conversation- about the more meaningful stuff. We talked about everything from the way Ashley and Brian his best friend were flirting shamelessly, why he chose to live on campus even though he could have chosen to take his last few pre-residency classes online having successfully completed his residency year and what he was looking forward to most.

I was on a real high- he was so easy to talk to (and flirt with)- he'd even suggested we go out for breakfast which immediately got my heart racing. The thought of going out with Shawn-alone, was thrilling.

This changed however, when Shawn declared that he was going to get a drink and Ashley announced she was going to the bathroom, leaving me on the patio where we'd been chatting all alone. I heard the door go, expecting it to be one of them back already, but when I turned, I found Hayden, sauntering over to me, a disturbing smirk on his face. A third-year sports major, med school drop out Hayden was a class A arsehole that would try to get with any girl he could-everyone knew that. He'd had more security warnings than anyone else in our year and he'd decided that his latest challenge was me. It had started in communications class which all journalism, med and sports science majors took- along with a few others so it wasn't uncommon to run into people from other courses. Basically, if you had to talk to people as part of your career, you took the class.

But when I'd told him I wasn't interested, like so many others in the class before me had, he took that as a challenge and had made my life a living hell for the past three months.

"So Kenzie, you finally come to your senses?" He slurred, coming to stand mere inches from my face, his breath stunk of stale beer.

"Go shove it," I spat instinctively taking a step back in an effort to put some distance between us.

"Careful Kenz, you don't have your little pozzie with you now." He grabbed my wrist, slamming me into the side of the building, knocking the wind out of me. I could already feel where the rough stone was cutting into my exposed skin of my back, wrist aching.

"Get off me!" I yelled again, moving to push him away. This only seemed to anger him further though.

"Man she said to leave her alone, " another voice spoke, "so leave her alone." The figure was tall and it was only when they stepped into the light that I realised it was Shawn. Relief flooded me.

"What are you doing here Mendes? Come to protect your girl?" He taunted.

"Stopping a dickhead from doing something stupid," He spoke cooly, a new drink in his hand.

"Wait, what's your degree again, oh yeah...medicine, well let's see how good you really are!" He spoke, pulling me into him by my already pained limb and then thrusting me backward again, smashing me into the wall and ripping my dress in the process leaving me exposed and vulnerable. The relief I had felt moments earlier was replaced with terror.

My head was spinning, a dull ache starting at the base of my scalp, my legs gave out and I found myself on the ground, a shivering, shaking mess.

"Someone call security to come get this piece of shit out of here," Shawn called to the group of people that had assembled at the commotion before crouching down beside me.

"Are you okay, Kenz?" He asked, looking me up and down. I was in too much pain to care that he or anyone else was seeing me practically naked.

"Kenzie, Kenzie oh my God!" Ashley yelled, coming to a skidding halt beside me.

"Give me your coat," Shawn spoke urgently gesturing to the woollen material Ashely had wrapped around her. She handed it over quickly, allowing him to wrap it around me carefully.

"Brian, come help me get her up and inside," he called when he realised his friend had returned.

"We're just going to help you stand up okay?" Shawn spoke gently. Taking my hand.

"Owwww, owww, stop!" I begged, feeling another wave of dizziness and nausea wash over me.

"Right come here," He spoke, picking me up in one gentle but fluid movement. I closed my eyes then, but I could feel people pointing and starting as we made our way through the house and out into the night air. The breeze was cool and dry, bringing me to my senses a little more.

"Out of the way people. I'm half a mind just to take her to the hospital, " He muttered to Ashley and Brian who I could hear trailing behind.

"She won't like that, can't you check her out yourself?" Ashley pleaded and I silently thanked the heavens that I had a friend like her.

"I mean, I could, but if I think she needs to go to the hospital once I look her over, we go, " he bargained.

As we walked for what seemed like ages the pain only intensified my side now throbbing horribly. I was almost certain I was going to be sick when we came to a sudden stop, the lock on a door clicking open.

"Brian get the first aid kit and my bag?" Shawn asked, moving rapidly through space and placing me down onto what felt like a bed.

"Kenz, Kenzie, open your eyes for me, honey." He urged, tapping my arm. With great effort to fight the increasing lethargy, I opened my eyes, blinking furiously at the bright lights that stung my eyes overhead.

"Where are we?" I whispered, trying to ignore the pain- I felt like a life-sized ache.

"We're in my dorm room. I wanted to go to the hospital, but Ash said you may not like that so I brought you here. I have the stuff to treat you here, providing you don't need any further testing, " He explained, kneeling beside my bed as I looked around. I made the mistake of trying to get up, and immediately regretted it when my ribs protested angrily.

"Easy, easy, he warned his expression one of sympathy and concern. "Stay there Kenz, I'll move you if need be. Do you remember what happened?" He asked, glancing down at me with a soft smile. I nodded, somewhat reassured by Shawn's warmth and competency.

"Hayden, " My voice was hoarse from the shouting earlier. He nodded.

"Good, that's a good sign."

He stood up, reaching for several items by the door- the first aid kit and a bag- no doubt the one's he had asked Brian to retrieve.

"Where are you hurting?" He asked, looking me up and down, appraising my injuries. Just this small action made the tears I had been holding back, spillover, a mixture of pain, fear, relief and embarrassment. "Hey, hey, you're okay. Shhh, you don't need to cry, " He murmured, taking my hand gently in his, immediately enveloping me with warmth. I had known I liked him for months now, and every time we interacted this was affirmed more by small things he would do or say- getting me my favourite coffee before early morning tutes, offering to walk me to class. Yet somehow this felt so much more intimate and I almost forgot where we were until Ashley cleared her throat.

"Do- do you wanna help her change and we'll come back in a minute. You can have one of my shirts." Shawn spoke shaking his head as if clearing a fog as he got up and threw a soft sweater at the bed.

I nodded mutely, not trusting my voice.

"A little help?" I asked Ashley, when the door closed.

"Girl he is smit-ten, She sang, coming over to help undo the ripped material of my dress."

"Shut up! He's probably just outside the door,"

I hissed, wanting very much to hit her over the head, but not wanting to move again for fear of pain.

The shirt smelled like him- a mix of Sandalwood and some sort of earthy, almost woodsy tone.

"You can come back in, " She called when I was decent again and laying back on the bed.

Thankfully Shawn was extremely professional, acutely aware of the strange situation and my escalated anxiety. Asking permission before so much as taking my pulse.

When he got to my ribs, he stopped, barely touching the bottom of the sweater.

"May I?" I nodded, sucking in a huge breath as the anticipation of pain (and Shawn's touch) over whelmed me. I could help, but hold my breath, as he gently palpated the area, feeling in and around my ribs. "Nothing feels broken, " He commented, after a little bit.

"So no hospital?" I asked praying he agreed. His brow furrowed. I would still feel better if you saw a fully licensed doctor. I'll call my mate okay. Connor, he's really chilled," He spoke, pushing some baby hairs off my face. "In the meantime let's get these cuts and bruises sorted, " He smiled.

Not much was said for the next half an hour, Shawn working quietly and efficiently. The only time I felt any pain was when he and Ashley had to sit me up so he could clean and disinfect my back. My wrists he said, although badly bruised and about eight differ ent shades of purple would heal on their own.

I was just starting to get sleepy, Shawn tapping me every so often to keep me awake when there was a soft knock at the door, before a man around Shawn's age, maybe a few years older walked in.

"Kenzie is it? I'm Connor, he introduced himself with a smile. "Shawn told me what happened, is it okay if I have a look at your head."

I nodded, trusting him, because Shawn trusted him. And honestly I just wanted, no needed, sleep.

Like Shawn his assessment was thourough, but quick. "You can lay back again, " he murmured as he finished checking me over, putting his penlight back in his pocket and pulling his gloves off.

"So?" Shawn asked, looking between me and his friend.

Connor sighed, "Yeah, you're right, she does have a small concussion, you know the drill, rest, lots of fluids, wake her every hour. He got you good, I'm sorry to say, " he grimaced. "Is someone staying with her?" He asked looking between me, Shawn and Ashley.

"I could stay, I mean, if you're okay with that?"Shawn spoke looking to me.

I shrugged, hissing as the action, pulled at my ribs.

"Okay, it's settled then, " Ashley clapped, a sly smile on her face, which I could just see past Shawn's torso blocking most of my view as he sat beside me.

Brian and Ashley stayed for a little longer, chatting quietly between themselves as I lay there half awake, and exhausted, but unable to sleep. When Shawn declared that it was time for them to go, because the 'patient' needed rest (this got a glare), Ash tried to kick up a stink, no doubt hoping to witness more content with which she could hold over my head. Shawn however wasn't having it, and insisted they come back tomorrow.

"Finally, some peace, jeez, my head hurts," I laughed, again regretting it.

"Here, take these." He handed me some tablets and a bottle of water. Sitting beside the bed on a chair, which he had pulled from the desk across the room. "It's been one hell of a night! I'll have to take you out to make up for it, " He spoke casually.

I turned, surprised, not quite sure I believe what I was hearing.

"Like a date?" I sqeeked out, feeling my face flush.

"I mean, I just thought..." He trailed off, rubbing the back of his head nervously.

"I'd like that," I smiled.

Get some rest and when you're better we'll organise something, it's been months in the making. Don't think I haven't noticed the way Ashley's been 'accidently' having to talk to the professor in comms class leaving us alone." He smiled.

I blushed, just thinking about it, damn, he was more perceptive than I thought. "Don't tease me, I'm sore, and tired, " I grumbled.

"I'm here if you need me, Honey, " He spoke, my heart swelling the nickname.

"Thank you, Shawn, "I spoke reaching for his hand as I finally fell to sleep.

#shawn mendes #shawn mendes imagine #shawn #shawn mendes fanfic #shawn mendes imagines #shawn peter raul mendes #shawn mendes blurb #doctor!shawn #mendes triplets #werewolf!shawn #peter mendes

[desiringparadise]

Hi, I know this gonna sound weird but I'm here thanks to A03, I read "It's A Terrible Love And I'm Walking With Spiders" again (idk why), Let me tell you something: It's fantastic. But I realized that you haven't update for four or five years, well I'm not gonna ask you to do it, that's in you, but I'd like to ask something, could you tell me what was the plan with tha fic, and how will it end, just a summary because I'm dying in my curiosity, well only few words left, so thanks and be careful

Omgggg thank you!!! It isn’t weird at all, I sometimes re-read old unfinished fics too because they stuck with me for some odd reason. I was at a bad mental space when I wrote this story and I feel like my issues manifested in the atmosphere of the story. Maybe readers can relate to some of it?

As to how the story was supposed to end. I didn’t remember and I actually had to look through my old notebook lol. I actually found the unfinished fifth chapter in my folders, so I’ll post it here.

Keep in mind that I wrote this in November 2016 and I never finished editing it. I didn’t post it because I was unsatisfied with the result. I’d rate it T/M.

Chapter 5

Miserable, Stiles focused on the silhouette of naked feet, his eyes never straying any higher. Luckily, the shower glass was milky, so even if he couldn’t have resisted satisfying his own curiosity, he wouldn’t actually have seen much.

After the Sheriff had left, Theo had asked to take a shower. Stiles had let him under the condition that the door would remain open and Theo under Stiles’ scrutiny. Under no circumstances would he have let the other boy roam around in his house without checking what he was up to. There were meds in the cupboard, something he wouldn’t risk leaving him alone with.

Unsurprisingly, Theo hadn’t objected. “Be my guest,” he’d said instead, an extra smarmy grin on his face.

That’s why Stiles was sitting against the wall, knees drawn to his chest while trying not to fall asleep. The sound of water spraying had become lulling white noise, making it hard to keep his eyes open. Maybe he should take some Adderall to shake off the drowsiness. It wasn’t like he would get any sleep tonight anyway. Not while knowing that Theo Raeken was under the same roof as him.

He was pulled out of his thoughts when the spray of water stopped, the shower door opened, and Theo stepped out without an ounce of hesitation. You’d think he’d at least pretend to be a little embarrassed about showing his naked body.

Not that Theo should be ashamed, Stiles realized. He had known before that the other boy was built, but the naked view of him - well, he couldn’t lie, it was a sight to behold. Perfect, unreal. The shoulders, the arms, the chest – everything about him was broad without being too bulky. His flawless skin only added to the look of a retouched Men’s Health cover shoot. Stiles felt entranced to follow his abs, down to the wonderfully defined V of his hips, before stopping himself. Yeah, he had just seen Theo’s dick, it had been kinda inevitable, but there was no reason to scrutinize it any further. None.

Quickly, he moved his gaze up to look at Theo’s face instead, the usual smirk somehow looking even more smarmy than usual.

“Like what you see?”

The question was so cliché, just like this whole goddamn scenario, that Stiles felt the desperate need to break the spell.

“I prefer chest hair.”

For the first time since Theo had arrived in Beacon Hills, he was dumbfounded. It left Stiles feeling satisfied, before his face froze, his heartbeat quickening. Did he just seriously tell Theo that he was interested in men? He resisted the urge to smack his palm against his face.

Theo did the unexpected and actually came up with an answer.

“I could let it grow, if you wanted me to.”

Stiles squinted. “What the hell would you do that for?”

Theo shrugged his broad shoulder, still unperturbed by his own nudity. “Just trying to win you over, that’s all.”

Stiles rolled his eyes, finally rising up and to look at Theo’s face and ignore everything that was going on below. “Well, your lack of chest hair wasn’t the deciding factor that kept me on the other side. Why don’t you put on a towel?”

“Don’t have one,” Theo answered with an innocent smile.

Stiles sighed and motioned for the other boy to follow as he walked to his room. When he opened the door, he felt uncomfortable letting a naked Theo into his personal space. Hurriedly, he drew the curtains and searched for a large towel in the cupboard. When he found one, he threw it over to Theo without sparing him another look.

“Can you borrow me some clothes?”

Stiles was inclined to say no, let Theo sleep in his uncomfortable jeans instead. There was something strange about giving Theo his clothes to wear. But he wasn’t sure when his father would return from the station. When the man arrived, he would go through the living room and see Theo who’d be sleeping on the coach.

He sighed and searched his closet for something that’d fit. Theo wasn’t taller, but much broader than him. (Un)fortunately, Stiles usually wore clothes that were a few sizes too big anyway. He found some sweats. He was painfully reminded that Theo wouldn’t be wearing underwear underneath. No way he’d be wearing those pants before washing them at least five times.

“Long or short sleeves?”

“Don’t need a shirt.”

Stiles frowned, pulling his too long sleeves even further down. “It’s freezing.”

Theo grinned. “I’m running hot. Want to see it for yourself?”

Stiles rolled his eyes and walked past him. “Whatever, I’ll be fixing you the coach.”

Theo followed him in an easy stride. He didn’t even seem a little uncomfortable to casually stroll through a stranger’s home without a shirt on. Completely relaxed, he sunk into the coach and watched Stiles as he spread clean sheets over the sofa.

“Do your parents know you’re staying over?” Stiles couldn’t even remember the Raekens’ faces anymore.

“Sent them a text.”

Stiles nodded, too tired to investigate any further.

.

Except he was unable to fall asleep. For about roughly an hour he had been tossing and turning, his anxiety back at it again although he had forewent his Adderall. Then, for a couple of minutes, he stayed still, not moving a muscle while waiting to hear any sounds come from downstairs.

But there was only silence.

About half an hour ago, his eyes started tearing up from exhaustion. It was annoying. He wasn’t really crying, but the stream of tears didn’t stop. Now his eyes were swollen and aching.

He was unable to come to rest. He took a deep breath. Maybe if he’d open the door and take a proper listen, he’d finally relax. Feeling ridiculous, left the warmth of his bed and softly padded towards his door. But he was only met with frustratingly familiar silence.

He sighed and returned to bed when- Wait, was that a sound? He froze and listened, eyes wide open as if waiting for an assault. Looking down, he noticed that he had stepped on a creaking floor board. The noise could have come from him. But what if it hadn’t?

He shook his head. He was being paranoid, utterly ridiculous… Yet, what if there had been something? He took a deep breath and held it, wanting his heart beat to slow. Okay, he’d go outside again, just this once, and take a look around house, and most importantly, check whether Theo was doing something sketchy.

He left his room, slowly descending the stairs. From here, Theo’s form was still, he seemed to be sleeping. Just to be sure, he told himself as he gradually closed the distance between them. He stopped just before the sofa and leaned down to inspect his face. His eyes were closed and his breathing was calm. Everything about him indicated to be asleep.

But the ugly voice of his paranoia ordered him to look more closely, check whether Theo wasn’t faking it.

Suddenly Theo’s eyes were wide open, an unnatural light shining in them. Stiles startled. He stumbled backwards, his feet hit agianst the coffee table, and he fell on his ass.

“Stiles?” Theo blinked, the strange light in his eyes gone. Had he imagined it? He must have, there was no other explanation for it. He was going crazy. “Why are you up? Did something happen?” His voice was groggy from asleep, but otherwise he seemed alert.

Stiles felt ridiculous. His thought process hadn’t made any sense to begin with, spoken out loud, they’d sound like he’d lost his mind. This paranoia, it wasn’t normal. He liked to tell himself that it was the Adderall, the ADHD, but when he was honest with himself, he knew it was him. He was fucking crazy. No wonder he didn’t have any friends, no wonder Erica had ditched him the first chance she got. He wouldn’t be his own friend either. There was nothing to gain from this cynical, insecure, anxious mess that he was.

His uneven breath catch in his throat, the last drop for his straying nerves. His mind collapsed in itself and he pathetically started to cry.

If Theo hadn’t been awake then, he probably was now. He stumbled out of the sheets and approached Stiles, putting both hands on his shoulders. His eyes were wide with concern. “Hey- hey, Stiles, come on. What happened? Did you hurt yourself?”

Stiles shook his head, his chest heaving with sobs. He was such a goddamn mess. The more he wanted to force himself to calm down, the more he worked himself up. The rational part of his mind told him that this wouldn’t pass until he calmed down. But he was too upset and Theo’s presence made everything worse. He wanted to crawl into a hole and wait till the panic was over.

But he knew that wasn’t possible. “I can’t sleep,” he managed to ground out between the ugly sniffing and sobbing.

“Did you have a nightmare?”

Stiles snorted, as if Theo’s suggestion had been completely ridiculous. Actually, it wasn’t that far off the truth though. He had nightmares, more often so recently. To some of them he woke up silently, heavily breathing, the panic constrained in his chest, but without a sound. Sometimes he screamed. But only his father knew that.

“No. I just – I can’t sleep with you here, not knowing what you’re doing.”

He expected Theo to be confused, demand an explanation, maybe even laugh. Instead he said, “I could go.”

“What?” He shook his head. “No.” How would he explain that to his father? He wouldn’t be able to stand another discussion with him about seeing a professional about his problems. Yes, he had problems, he knew that – but none some shrink could help him with. The only thing he had going for him was that he wasn’t labeled crazy by the public yet. “You’re staying,” he said with finality.

For a while, there was silence. Theo must be put off by Stiles acting like a freaking lunatic. Any normal person would’ve left by now. Hell, he would’ve ran out the house if the roles were reversed. Instead Theo asked, “Do you have any handcuffs?”

For a few seconds, Stiles didn’t say a word. But when he had finally gathered himself- “What the fuck?”

“Real ones,” the other boy recuperated nonchalantly.

“Why in the hell would you-“

“Because, obviously, I’m kinky, if you haven’t guessed it by now,” Theo answered rolling his eyes. Stiles wasn’t sure whether that had been a joke. “”You wanna sleep or what? Go get me some handcuffs.”

Normally, he wouldn’t have obeyed simply on principle, but he was curious where this would go. And as he rummaged through the drawer, where he knew his father kept a spare pair of handcuffs, he realized that the suffocating panic in his chest was gone.

“Now I’ll go outside and you hide the keys somewhere,” Theo ordered. Stiles wanted to question him, but before he could, Theo had already left the house, still shirtless in the cold night. Not knowing what else to do, Stiles went up to his room and hid the little key in his pill bottle.

When he opened the door for Theo to enter, he didn’t seem affected by the freezing weather. There weren’t even any goosebumps on his skin.

“All done?” Theo asked, the blue-green eyes open and honest. Stiles nodded.

Unceremoniously, Theo cuffed his own wrists together.

Stiles stared. “Okay… What is this about?”

The boy shook his wrist, the metal of the cuffs making clinking sounds. “See? I won’t be able to do much without you hearing. No need to worry about what I’m doing. So are we taking the bed or the couch?”

Stiles should be horrified, but frankly, the plan made sense. It could actually work. And really? It was some crazy shit that he would’ve come up with. The sort of solution that people would raise their brows at but that would actually work. “How do I know you won’t do anything to me while I sleep?”

Theo rolled his eyes. “Stiles, no offense, but if I wanted to harm you, I wouldn’t have to wait until you’re asleep. You’re not exactly what I’d call a physical challenge.”

Fair enough...

“There is no way we’d fit on the couch.”

.

Stiles had ordered Theo to lay on the side of the bed that faced the wall so that there would be no chance of leaving the bed without alerting Stiles. Theo was happy to lie on his side and watch the other boy’s peaceful face. For once, his breathing was even, but he was still twitching and moving in his sleep, restless, even in his most relaxed moments.

When they had first lain down, Theo had feigned sleep. He knew that Stiles wouldn’t have been able to calm down if Theo had openly watched him. Now though, he stare at him to his heart’s content. He’d watched Stiles without his knowledge before. There were some perfect angles from the outside from which you could see Stiles rummaging in the kitchen. Sometimes he forgot to draw the curtains and Theo could catch glimpses of his sleeping form.

But in never had been like this. Stiles, only an arm’s length away, the ever-present scent of anxiousness enveloping him.

He mumbled something in his sleep, tossed and turned and eventually scooted closer to Theo. It probably was due to Stiles’ weird sleeping positions and the unconscious urge to scoot towards warmth, but nonetheless, Thep was elated when the boy’s head almost touched his chest. He could feel his breath on his naked skin.

Theo wondered whether he could get away with stroking his hair, just running his fingers through the dark hair for once, but he refrained. He still was desperately trying to get Stiles to trust him.

At first glance, Stiles seemed like easy prey. He was isolated and defenseless. He should’ve soaked up all of Theo’s affections and begged for more. But Theo had underestimated him vastly. Stiles wasn’t playing hard to get, he simply was too smart to fall for something as simple as charm.

It only made Theo want him even more. Stiles would be the perfect person to stand by his side. Clever, loyal, and absolutely ruthless.

But he had to get Stiles to trust him first. The boy couldn’t see it yet, but once all circumstances molded to Theo’s wishes, Stiles would find himself in a much happier place. Theo just had to give him a nudge into the right direction and make him realize how much of a glorious team they could be under Theo’s rule.

His father was the only important person in Stile’s life. Eventually, Theo would insert himself as a part of his life. Stiles was his centre already, now he had to make himself Stiles’ centre.

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This is were this document ended. I think I planned to end this chapter at this point. I hadn’t planned the future chapters in every detail, but here’s how I planned for the story to roughly go:

Stiles and Theo were supposed to get closer, Theo eventually gaining Stiles’ trust and helping him over his issues with anxiety. They’d slowly become friends, but their relationship would always have a sexual undertone because it’d always been clear that Theo wanted to be more than friends. The sexual tension would escalate and they’d hook up and become an official item.

They would share a toxic dynamic. While Theo is devoted to Stiles, he’s also extremely controlling and possessive. He would watch Stiles, trying to keep constant tabs on what he was doing, going through his phone, getting pissed when Stiles was acting friendly with anyone. They would have big fights over this in which Theo would tell Stiles that he cares too much for him to just let him be.

While Stiles would know that this is an extremely unhealthy relationship that can’t end well, some part of him (the part that had been ignored by the people around him for all his life and was starving for a semblance of affection) loved that he was this important to Theo. And while his relationship was anything but normal, he liked that he got to experience something as normal as having a boyfriend, something he’d never envisioned before.

So they’d have fights, Theo would apologize with some grand gesture, and Stiles wouldn’t be able to stay mad (because some part of him wasn’t actually mad at all). This pattern would repeat itself.

Meanwhile, Scott and his friends would try to make Stiles see reason. By now, they would’ve noticed Theo’s and Stiles’ dynamic because of how explosive Theo can get in public once his jealousy is triggered. Stiles, however, can’t stand Scott and his friends to begin with. He thinks that nobody but his father and Theo, in his own twisted way, cares about him and that they’re only trying to provoke Theo through Stiles.

I don’t think the whole Dread-Doctors thing had been all the way revealed when I was plotting this, so they wouldn’t have been included in this story. But eventually, some danger would befall Beacon Hills again. Amidst everything, everyone’s supernatural identity would be revealed to Stiles. He’d feel vindicated to have his suspicions finally confirmed. He and Theo would work together on overcoming whatever enemy they’d be facing off against. 

At some point during all of this, Theo’s behaviour would escalate and would cause something disastrous to happen. Someone would be killed. Stiles can finally no longer ignore Theo’s issues as he fights his desire to stay with Theo against his morals. He’d tell Theo that they needed a break.

Theo would beg him not to break it off, promise to change, and confess his love. Though Stiles would know that Theo wouldn’t really change because of the numerous times he’s promised before, he’d be too moved by Theo’s confession to resist. Eventually, he’d decide be selfish and put his own wants before the needs of others. He’d decide that he’d rather have his toxic, obsessive, passionate relationship with Theo, than to return to the bleak void that he was in before Theo entered his life.

Eventually, they’d graduate and move away to live in some big city like L.A. or NYC. 

The End.

#now you know what i mean when i say i was in a bad headspace when i wrote this lol #steo #my writing #messages #it's a terrible love #teen wolf

[80s-roger]

invisible man - Roger Taylor x Fem!Reader

summary: Roger is your neighbour and he’s been stalking you since the day you moved in opposite him. You caught him tonight and it’s going to be hella hot.

warnings: make out, protected sex, squirt

words:  2.265

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"Won't you come with us to the new pub downtown?" Brian asked when the recording session was done for today.

"No, I am tired..." Roger declined politely. Too rare for him.

"Tired or..." Freddie teased as he was wearing his leather jacket.

"You know Roger, it's totally fine if there's a girl!" John smiler.

"Kind of, we'll see." Roger nodded and left the studio when the rest members went to the new pub.

Roger has been your stalker since the day you moved in the neighbourhood he lives. You've noticed none of what he's doing. You actually know a rock star lives nearby your home but never made the effort to get to know him. He stays at his window all night watching you either sleep or undress which is his favourite one. All thanks to the telescope Brian got him for his 34th birthday. Tonight you caught him watching you over his telescope.

You just got home after a long ass work shift. Your male boss disrespects you and that shit drives your crazy. You overwork but you're underpaid just because you're a woman. You took off your working clothes, now you were watching yourself from the mirror before heading to the shower until a reflection from the mirror landing to the wall, distracting you. You felt something was wrong. As you turn your head to the window you notice a man watching you. And that man is the rock star. You knew that was his house. You felt embarrassed not knowing how many times he has done it before. You rapidly cover the window with the purple curtains and cover yourself with a dress you had behind the door so you could kick his ass by asking explanations. Roger was confused. He didn't know he caused the reflection neither you were coming to his place.

You aggressively knock his door. The second he opens the door, you take a moment to realise Roger Taylor from Queen was eventually the man who lives opposite you, yet he's the guy who was watching you. You both take a minute to process the situation.

"Oh you must be the new neighbour..." He awkwardly says when his hand was placed in his chest area under his blue suit.

"And you must be the neighbour who watches me with his telescope!" You were angry but also tired of your today's shift.

"N-no! I'm afraid you're mistaken!" He tried to save it but you didn't believe a word.

"Cut the bullshit, I saw you! Tell me how many times have you been doing it?" You asked and felt your blood boiling inside you.

"Just once!" He answered but you looked him in disbelief. "Or twice." his voice lowered. You crossed your arms, not believing a word. "Fine, since the day you moved into the neighbourhood." He finally admitted and your gaze was calmer than before. You were flattered a man like him watching you but it can be creepy too, right? But hey, you missed receiving some flirting. You were focused on your work all this time, you forgot about meeting new guys or even have some fun.

"At least you're honest now." You giggled. "Can I come in?" You politely asked.

"Y-yeah of course." He made way for you to get into his huge house. Makes sense for a rockstar. As you walked through his living room he looked kinda nervous. "Would you like a drink? I think it's finally time to know each other regardless of the circumstances." He awkwardly laughed but you laughed with his attitude. He was literally watching you all this time and now he acts like a child. You couldn't deny how handsome he was. His fluffy blond hair, his bright blue ocean eyes, his attitude. Dear God, you haven't felt complete as a woman for a long time. As you sat on his couch you were staring at the entire room like it was some kind of art. You could feel the heat coming from the radiators the minute you felt calmer, probably Roger turned them on to make you feel better in no time. Or he's trying to persuade you.

"Y/n, here's your drink." He offered the glass as he sat down next to you.

"Um, how do you know my name?" You curiously asked.

"I've been stalking you since the day you moved in. You think a name would be an obstacle to me?" he laughed as he took a sip from his whiskey. "I guess you know my name by now." He seriously said like he's a God you would worship.

"Yeah, of course, I do..." you nodded. "But when it comes to my name I don't know if I should creep out or be flattered." You laughed and followed his action.

"Be flattered because you're way too beautiful to be devastated. You've been a mess for a long time. Is there something wrong?" He asked looking worried but you felt shocked, knowing he's seen you this way. You should keep these curtains closed anyways. "You don't have to answer you know..." He added, making you feel comfortable.

"I'm actually really stressed." You started. "My boss keeps insulting me and I'm not even paid like my male colleagues are. This is unfair." You let out a breath, now your eyes getting blurry from the tears ready to fall. "It's been happening for two years, I can't stand inequality. I've had enough of being treated like I don't worth my position in that damn bank." You rested your head at the couch's back and cleared your eyes. You could feel Roger looking at you but he was unable to say a word.

"It's work that stresses you too much, huh?" He asked and put his glass on the table.

"I actually love my job... My boss treats me like shit." You eventually cried, thinking the reason he treats you this way.

"Why don't you talk to someone who's on a higher position than he's?" He asked. "Oh... y/n please don't cry..." His gentle fingertips took away your tears from your cheeks, feeling the desire among you. That was undoubtfully mutual.

"He's been assaulting me because I refused going out with him. Many were the times he insulted me in front of my colleagues saying nasty stuff." Υοu looked him in his eyes. You knew you liked Queen's drummer since the beginning but now it's different. You're opening your heart to him.

"Oh... Come here..." He pulled you closer. He pulled you in his arms, feeling what you missed the most. A man taking care of you. Let's be honest, you've been single for a lot of time and a hug is enough to knock you off of your feet. His eyes locked with yours. You've never felt this way before. His lips met yours and it was all so sudden you couldn't process the situation. His kiss was warm and everything you needed but it was over your limits.

"I'm sorry." You rapidly said, trying to get out of his warm hug. "I shouldn't have indulged myself this way." you pulled away and you could now see his eyes getting darker. You refused his affection and now you feel guilty too. Guilt took over and you stood up, attempting to leave his house. You never wanted to cry like a baby towards a man you just met. "I have to go..." you tried running but he stopped you. His hand grabbed yours and you looked him back to his eyes.

"Y/n please stay! Please... This is the first time I get to know you the way I want to. I know you want it too. Please." He was begging you for sex. He was begging for it for months but he couldn't meet you before. Now it's time to get to know him. You surely wanted to feel like a woman again. You haven't been laid for months and you want it now. And he wants it too.

"Do you really think I'm this type of woman?" you asked feeling easy.

"No definitely not. It's just- fuck. I want you, I desire you. Do I make any sense? You've been in my mind since the day you moved in opposite me, I'm not joking." His hands wrapped yours and his eyes wouldn't stop looking inside yours.

"I think you make sense..." you answered. You wanted to be laid, you needed it.

"I mean... Can I?" He asked for your permission to go on. You didn't talk. You were just looking at him.

"I haven't had it for a long of time so don't judge, okay?" You insecurely said.

"Same y/n." He came closer to you and his hands wrapped your waist, pulling you even closer to him and his bulge.

His lips met yours again, feeling the warm sense at your mouth and your body. Now you keep away your issues and the rules you've made to yourself. No one night stands. You didn't care now, it was all about feeling the pleasure and the desire. "Shall we go to my bedroom?" He asked, interrupting the steamy kiss. You nodded without saying a word. That kiss awakened your sexual desires.

You climbed on him, with your legs around his waist and your lips at his neck, giving him sweet and wet kisses. He could do that at the moment but he was too focused on the stairs.

His bedroom was huge and there was the telescope facing your bedroom's window. He gently threw you on his king-sized bed and it was hella soft and comfortable. He immediately removed his suit, staying chest-naked in front of you and now you had to do it too with your easy-to-be-taken-off dress in which you were braless. You spread your legs so now he could have access to your bodies colliding.

"You're so beautiful y/n..." He whispered to your ear, sending you shivers. You haven't heard that for such a long time. You knew by then how wet you are.

"Can't say the opposite." You slightly laughed to his ear and now his hands were below the dress, around your hips, squeezing them gently and carefully. "Oh, please undress me..." you laid your head back anticipating the second you would be naked.

"You're so ready for me..." He answered and with one fast move, he legitimately removed your dress, now only on your wet panties. "Not even a bra? So naughty from you." He bit his lip and placed his head at your chest, giving you kisses that would tickle you, but it didn't matter as long as sex was about to happen.

"Ah fuck..." You moaned when his hand went under your panties, rubbing your clit and now you were so horny, you would die from anticipation.

"Fuck, you're already wet. That was fast..." He smirked without interrupting your lips contact.

He took off his jeans, now his underwear was the remaining fabric that covered his boner. At the sight of himself jerking off and being prepared you took off your panties, rubbing with round circles your pussy, waiting for him to fuck you. "You better hurry, I'm so needy for it." You said and laid yourself at the back, now your head's rested on his pillows.

"So am I love..." He climbed on top of you, wore his condom and ready to thrust inside you. "Just tell me. How long? You better remember this night." He said with confidence.

"Must be half a year, I don't remember." You felt sad thinking about how undesirable you could be at that time.

"Oh love, you better enjoy it now. Do you have a safe word?" He asked as he caressed your cheek.

"It's just stop." You said as you don't have any safe words. Stop means stop, right?

"I like that." He bit his lip and gave you a deep kiss before entering your vagina.

His dick was inside you, filling you up entirely. It felt really good. It was that thing you missed. His soft moanings against your ears and his hips moving harmonically against you was everything you wanted. His eyes wouldn't stop tracking your emotions through your eyes.

"You're so good around me. Fuck..." He moaned.

"It feels so nice Rog..." You answered as the feeling of coming was near.

"You should have been doing it already..." You said with heavy breaths.

"You have no idea how long I waited for this." He smoothly said when he thrust a bit harder inside you and then you let out a softly louder moan. "Want it faster?" He asked before going that tempo.

He raised his eyebrow as you told him that. Confidence took over and now it's hell. It was faster and definitely better, both of you on the edge of coming. "Rog, I-i'm gonna c-"

"Hold it together baby, just a few seconds..." He interrupted you but now you have to hold it a little more.

"Rog seriously I can't!" You were feeling your legs shaking and now he felt it too as waves of pleasure, hit him like a truck. He was rubbing your clit, now it gets crazier. It's coming.

"Ah holy shit." He loudly moaned when he took himself off you and so did you. And right there, water-like liquids popped out of your pussy and Roger looked at you shocked. "Holy hell, that was hot." He said at the sight of you squirting.

"Yeah I usually do that." you laughed and now he went to his bathroom cleaning himself from the mess.

"We should have sex more often then. We should even start going out. Ain't leaving you now when our sex life is gonna be lit." You heard him laughing and you couldn't help but agree.

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[fluffitup]

Day6 reacts to walking in on you changing/showering:

Sungjin:

Sungjin paced around the living room as he waited for you to get ready, he planned a reservation for you two at this new restaurant but you were taking forever to get dressed and at this rate you were going to be late. He knocked at the bedroom door multiple times signaling that you had to hurry it up but you couldn't find anything to wear. You stood in front of the bed with 3 outfits laid down, you kept swapping, removing and changing parts of the outfit but nothing seemed to give you that wow factor you wanted. While you were in your own little world you didn't noticed Sungjin repeatedly knocking on the door asking you if he could come in, he took your silence as a yes and flung the door open. He expected to see you at least half dressed but you didn't even have your underwear on, he put his hands over his eyes and told you to speed up the process. You whined and told him you had nothing to wear and he let out a frustrated sigh and went to your closet, while still covering his eyes so he wouldn't see your naked body, threw you an outfit, something simple but classy, why hadn't you thought of this?

"You should pick my outfits more often," you teased while getting dressed.

"Just hurry up!" he said as he tried to manoeuvre himself to the door while still covering his eyes, what a dork.

Jae:

He knew you were showering, he knew very well that you would've been naked but he needed to get you back for pranking him and what better way that to scare you in some place as unexpected as the bathroom. He knew you showered with music on so he waited outside the door till he heard you turn your music on, then as quietly as he could he opened the door and stunk in, he hid in the bath trying his best not to laugh while you showered. He didn't want to scare you while you were in the shower, you could slip and hurt yourself, he just wants to shock you a little not hurt you.

He wasn't sure how long he waited until he heard you draw the shower curtain, he tried to make himself sink deeper into the tub so you wouldn't be able to see him but his tall frame wasn't making it easy for him. He heard you wrap your towel around yourself and that was his go signal, he jumped up from the tub and did his best to mimic a monster's growl. You screamed in shock and your hands flew up to cover your face which meant you had let go of your towel. Jae's seen you naked before but never when you were fresh out the shower, how water droplets running down your smooth skin or how the heat from the shower made your lips look more plump, he didn't think it would turn him on so much. You shouted at him telling him you could've gotten a heart attack but he didn't say a word, but you could practically hear him gulp and not to mention his friend made an appearance. You laughed and pointed to the growing bulge in his pants, "Well someone's excited." Jae snapped out of his daydream and noticed that he was the someone you were talking about, he quickly excused himself, almost tripping while getting out the tub. He didn't think he would even up being the embarrassed one after this prank but one thing he was certain of was that you weren't going to let him live this down.

Youngk:

You tried on swimsuit after swimsuit but they just didn't look good on you. Everyone was already enjoying themselves outside while you were still trying to get ready. You should've went shopping for new ones but you stupidly thought you didn't need new ones, which was partly true but still. Youngk kept stalling and saying you were busy preparing something, but he knew you probably hadn't even gotten ready. He exuced himself and went to the bedroom, he was a tiny bit annoyed that you had the idea of hosting a pool party yet you weren't even out there doing the hosting.

He opened the door and was prepared to whine about how you shouldn't have planned the party if you weren't gonna participate but all that was flung out the window when he found you changing into another swimsuit. His jaw practically fell to the ground and he couldn't control the fierce blush that spread across his face. You however, didn't seem fazed by it at all, you just continued to put on your swimsuit and look at yourself in the mirror. Youngk tried to recollect himself and not gawk at you, well at least not so obviously, he told you that you were keeping the guests waiting. You shrugged, "They don't look good on me. I've tried all of them and none of them are at least decent."

He came up to you and kissed your forehead, "Oh please, y/n. You look good in anything now let's go actually enjoy the party." He always had a way with words, maybe that's why he was so good at writing lyrics, or it was just because he wanted to stare at you more. 

Wonpil:

He stood frozen in the doorway, eyes glued to your naked body, he wanted to shut the door but it seemed as if his body didn't want to comply with him. He didn't mean to walk in while you were changing, he thought you were on your phone or something, and he certainly doesn't mean to stare either, he just can't seem to move his eyes to look somewhere else. You tried to cover your body and asked him to leave but it seems he was in a trance, you didn't even think he heard you. You quickly threw something over yourself and walked up to him, he snapped out of his trance and apologized profusely then slammed the door shut. How was it that he was more embarrassed than you? The entire day, after that, he refused to look at you but you couldn't deny that his flustered state was adorable.

Dowoon:

You came early from work today, the first time in forever, you went straight to the bathroom and ran a bath, you weren't going to waste the little time you got to relax. You placed a bath bomb in, lit vanilla scented essence, put on tranquil music and started undressing beginning by taking off your stockings. Dowoon came home and he was exhausted, he had been drumming the entire day and his arms were killing him. He was in such a disoriented state that he didn't even notice the music coming from the bathroom. When he opened the door and saw you half-naked all he did was apologize and excuse himself, under any normal circumstances he would've been a blushing mess, he must been really tired then.

You could hear the exhaustion in his voice, you wrapped a towel around yourself and went to the bedroom, you found him sprawled on the bed face down. You called his name and he didn't even look up, he just gave you a sleepy "hmm" You went to sit down on the bed next to him, stoking his back, "You want to take a bath together?" He turned to look at you and gave you a small smile, "Only if I get to lay in your arms." You leaned down and placed a soft kiss on his lips, "Always."

A/N: so I know I haven't be active in 381982281 years but here I am, I hope you guys liked this and ahjajakakaka sorry Wonpil's was so short, I was running out of scenes?? And why are finding gifs so hard and tiring and ajajajjwiqkakaowkak

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