#once again. i only wanted to draw the silly tshirts and before i knew it i was drawing my One yearly background

[wiltkingart]

date night

#spideypool #once again. i only wanted to draw the silly tshirts and before i knew it i was drawing my One yearly background #the grip these two have on me.... #deadpool #spiderman #wade wilson #peter parker #marvel #digital #fanart #original art

[stardancerluv]

When Gotham Almost Won

Summary: You are Roman’s weakness.

Arthur’s Note: This is after Creative Fervor & Sugary Kisses and Broken Glasses, but is before Roman’s Luck is His Lady & Gotham Lockdown 2020

A glass went sailing past you. “Why don’t you fucking understand ?”

“No one fucking cares about me!” You hollered back.

He came around his desk. He grabbed you before you could draw a breath. His gloved hands wrapped around you, and he shook you. “Yes, they fucking do.”

You could not bite back, the sound the pain it pulled from you. He barely flinched. Roman was in the midst of one of his blind angry tirades. Sometimes, you couldn’t even get him out of them.

“Fucking listen.” He shook you again. “I am in a war to gain the upper hand for Gotham.” His breath was hot in your face, when he exhaled. “You are my only weakness.”

That echoed in your heart. The screaming hadn’t, him holding you as he was which would most likely leave bruises didn’t but those words did.

You wilted, you stopped fighting.

“If anyone fucking grabbed you it would be over.” He stopped, and finally noticed that you gave up. “Y/N?”

“Alright.” You finally said. Your voice was scratchy from screaming. “I believe you. I won’t let them get the upper hand.”

He sighed and smiled. “That’s my girl.” His hands released you. But he wrapped his arms around you. As he held you, you could feel how hard and fast his heart was beating. You weakly hugged him back.

******

You waited till you heard his breathing deepened and evened. Very carefully, you slipped out of the bed you shared with Roman.

Grabbing a small bag, you packed a silly tshirt he bought you at The Booby Trap. Across the front, in bright colors it exclaimed that you both survived, its famous roller coaster.

Next, with tears in your eyes, you grabbed Millie and Max the stuffed cows he had won for you. Those two days at the Booby Trap, it felt like you were just a normal couple in love. Not of one where you were dating the infamous Roman Sionis

It had just been you and him, no fancy suits, and no fake smiles. It was a special time for the two of you, away from all of it.

All the while in the back of his mind, you were his weakness. No wonder, he had laughed when you were scared in the haunted house. The real threat, you should have been scared of was the Joker or Scarecrow. Unlike the fake monsters in the haunted house, one of them could snatch you away and kill you.

You loved him enough to not be what could bring him down, after all he had worked for.

Quickly, you slipped warmer clothes over what you had worn to bed. With tears sliding down your cheeks you watched, as Roman grumbled something incoherently in his sleep before be grew silent once again and you zipped up your boots. Grabbing, your purse you then went over to his office.

Looking, through his stuff you found sheets of paper with his initials embossed in an elegant black script.

Roman

I love you.

But that is why I have left.

Your club, your life should not be brought down by me, your only weakness.

Don’t go looking for me.

Let me read in the papers how you made them pay and how you became the king of Gotham.

I love you, goodbye.

Y/N

Your hand shook writing this. It really hurt. You had not expected to love him ever this much. Damn, you never thought it would last more then a month. Eight months of being with Roman had been amazing.

His darkness and his surprising tenderness was all you had ever needed. He cared and loved you the way you wanted.

Grabbing another sheet of paper. You quickly scrawled the following.

Roman Sionis is becoming fucking unstoppable.

You all better watch out.

Sincerely the girl who once got to love him.

You put that note into his fax machine. You didn’t care if that would severe any future job prospects with any of them. You also made sure it was emailed to all the important people.

It would be for the best if they all knew you were over and who’s side you were on.

Instead of taking the elevator, you took the stairs. As the frigid air pulled hard on you. But you managed to hail a cab to your studio.

It was ice cold in your studio. You no longer kept anything important there, except supplies. You would have to make it your home again. Right now, this was seriously more painful then you ever imagined it would be.

Going, over to your sofa you practically collapsed onto it. You pulled down the knitted blanket. You got Millie the purple cow out of your bag.

Opening, the drawer of the end table by the sofa. You felt around. It was where you kept your melatonin, feeling the small jar you smiled.

Sometimes when you worked hard, your excitement over a new project it would steal sleep from you. So the melatonin helped! You took two tablets.

Now you wanted to sleep to forget. You wanted to not feel any pain. Maybe when you’d wake up, knowing you made the right decision, perhaps you then would not be in so much pain.

*******

Roman, rolled over and pulled you close; still half asleep. “I’m sorry I got so angry. Let’s stay in and forget the world baby.” He squeezed you. “Watch bad tv, maybe have a pizza made and not even chan...” His eyes snapped open. He pushed away the pillow, he had mistaken in his sleepy state as you.

Panic seized him, he took a breath. Maybe you were you up and working in your temporary studio or perhaps you were making breakfast.

Stretching, he ran his fingers through his hair. Wondering where you were he went in search of you.

You were nowhere. Hot anger and worry filled him. He had thought, you finally realized you couldn’t just run off. You needed Zsasz or someone with you. Or at the very least tell him.

Going, to his office he didn’t care how early it fucking was, he needed a drink. Never did he think, this would happen to him. He fucking, cared for you as much as he cared about himself. Well, if her were to be honest, he cared for you more.

He knew what he was capable of and he was fully aware what he’d do to maintain his control. You did not deserve to suffer anything because he was a cruel man.

He stopped, when he saw a bunch of faxes coming in fast. Some had had already fallen to the ground pushed aside from the faxes that came before it. The single sheet of paper in the middle of his desk made him curious. This was not how he had left his office.

A scream erupted from him before he even finished reading the fucking note. He crumpled it and ran back to the bedroom.

Once in the closet, he saw that you had taken Millie and Max, this was serious. He tore off his pajamas, and pulled on some clothes.

Opening, a drawer he took out his wallet, a set keys and one of his custom made hand guns, which he made sure was loaded. Eyeing the elevator, he decided to take the stairs. He took the stairs two at a time.

******

Leaving the parking garage, the sun momentarily blinded him. Blinking he watched the traffic and merging, he was off to get you back. He knew exactly where you’d go.

It did not take long for him to get over to where your studio was. He remembered that first time be went there with you.

There he had watched as you remained strong. You showed him the aftermath of what a former friend; a now serious competition had done. Your studio had been destroyed. You had not let it destroy you.

At that point, he had been incredibly sexually attracted to you. It was easy you were by far loviest girl he laid his eyes on.

Though watching you as you took in all the damage; especially to those prized scissors he thought you could be the one. Over the course of these eight months, you knew now that you were the one.

With every fiber of who he was, he wanted to protect you from all that he was. You were the reason why finally felt fear. He knew what he was capable of, so he was keenly aware what they could do to you. The idea caused bile rise in his mouth, he swallowed it down.

Cutting the engine, he got out of the car. He hoped that maybe you had left the door unlocked.

You had not. Good baby, he mused at least you had done that.

He remembered you had a spare key, luckily it was still there. He didn’t know what he was going to say when he saw you.

Once, inside he locked the door behind him. He walked over to your spiral staircase. He wrapped hands wrapping around the cool metal of the railing.

A soft sigh, came from behind him. He went over to the sofa, looking over he saw you there.

The blanket barely covered you, you held onto Millie and anguish was splashed across your face. Usually when you slept, he always had enjoyed seeing how peaceful you were. He hated seeing the pain.

He came around, and knelt beside the sofa. He watched you longer.

“Y/N,” He finally said your name. “Wake up we have to talk.”

You didn’t stir. “Y/N, baby wake up.”

You stirred.

“There you are.”

Blinking your eyes opened, as you saw him and turned away. “What are you doing here?” He heard you ask, despite being muffled by the sofa cushions.

Taking a breath, he reached and turned you to face him. You fought. “Listen, we have to talk.” He tried again.

Your eyes burned, when you finally relented and faced him. Your hair was a wild, he would have pulled you close for a kiss if it had been any other time.

“Y/N.” He still didn’t know what else to say, he honestly thought he had said it all yesterday.

“You made it clear, I am your weakness. So I left.” Your voice was clipped.

“You are.” He agreed. He saw the fire in your eyes flicker.

“So then let me go.” You swallowed.

“Why would I do that?”

“Because, because I could ruin everything.”

“How would you do that?”

“I don’t know.”

“Now look,” You had really ensnared him as he looked at you. He couldn’t imagine not having you at his side. “You are my weakness because I care about you. You don’t make me weak.”

Confusion crossed your face.

Finally, he was sure he understood. “Before you, there was nothing they could use to fight me. Blow up my club, my car? I can replace all of that.”

Swallowing, he had thought you knew that. He thought you knew how he felt. The words lingered on his tongue.

“Listen,” He inhaled then exhaled. “Fuck,” He barked. “If they did anything you, I wouldn’t want anyone else after you.”

“Roman!” You cried and launched yourself at him. Wrapping your arms around him, you held on tight. Your breath was warm as it tickled his throat as you exhaled. “Really?” You whispered.

“Yes, you silly girl. I want you by my side as I take over Gotham.” He chuckled and you held onto him tighter.

*****

Once outside, beside his car he pulled your woolen cap down further on your head. You smiled up at him as he did. “Let’s get you home where you belong.”

“I promise I won’t leave. And I’ll be careful when I do.”

“You better not.” Tilting your head up. He watched as the sun danced across your face. He pressed a kiss to your lips, as a gust of icy wind swirled around the two of you.

******

He had been eyeing that last piece of the pizza for awhile. You had not made a move for it and neither had he in case you also wanted it. From now on he’d have to tell the chef, equal pieces. This just wasn’t fair.

Leaning over holding your legs in his lap, he grabbed the remote. He paused the movie.

You looked over at him. “Should I grab us some ice cream?” Your eyes were playful.

He pointed. “But there is still a slice of pizza.”

“After that big bowl of popcorn and the pizza, I really have a hankering for ice cream.”

“You’ll get cold.” Whenever you ate it, you ended shivering even before you’d finish a bowl.

“You’ll just have to warm me up.”

Smirking, moving he easily came over to your side of the sofa. As he looked down at you, he brushed aside you hair that fell into your face. Damn, he loved looking at you. He pressed a kiss to your lips.

“What about the pizza?” You giggled, lightly.

“I think I found something tastier.”

He kissed you again this time as he did you easily deepened it. He smiled against your lips when he felt your fingers nestle in his hair.

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[meanhoeforcb97]

Pairing: Vampire!Hyunjin x Fem!Human!Reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: some blood, fingering(f), spanking, slight degradation, slight name calling (angel mostly), unprotected sex (don't be silly wrap your willy)

Requested: yes

Words: 2.4k

Summary: You go hiking on the mountain with your friends when suddenly you drift from the rest of the group. Desperately searching for them you stumble upon a handsome tall guy who was more than willing to help you out. What could go wrong, right?

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You were currently desperately trying to find your friends in the thick forest. It was getting darker and you were getting more and more anxious. Earlier that day you and your friends had decided to go outside of the camping area and hike on the mountain.

"Come on Y/n we are not even going to go that high!" Elenor had exclaimed.

"Yes! Come one Y/n even Minho agreed! We promise we're gonna be back before sunset!" Felix had also exclaimed.

You couldn't help but follow your friends.

But you didnt expect for the forest to be so thick and hard to get around.

At some point the four of you accidentally split up when you thought you found the way out and drifted from the group.

You had no idea where they were or their condition at the moment. You had tried calling their phones multiple times but it was no use— the signal was horrible.

As you were walking you suddenly heard a bush rustling nearby and you slightly jumped at the sudden sound.

"Elenor?" You called out. "Felix?" Again no answer. Suddenly a figure appeared and it seemed like it was a male and a quite tall one at that. "Minho? Is that you?" You asked squinting your eyes and taking a single step forward before the figure walked towards you so fast that you quickly stepped back startled.

He then stood right in front of you, only a single step away, and he looked right into your eyes. He was intimidating to say the least. He was very handsome though.

His lips were plump and looked very red and kissable and he had this beautiful mole under his eye.

"I can help you find your friends. But you need to trust me and come with me." He said as he looked at you and raised a single eyebrow.

"What the fuck!? You must be out of your mind! I'm not 12 I know better than trust strangers." You said to him turning to leave but you felt a cold hand around your wrist and you gasped as you turned to look at him.

"I'm Hyunjin. You can trust me I promise." He said and his eyes were as if they were locked with yours. You couldnt tear your gaze away, as if he was hypnotizing you.

"Besides its getting dark and you're just going to get lost deeper into the forest. We dont want any wolf getting to you before your friends now do we?" He asked as he raised that same eyebrow in a cocky manner and you gulped.

"My house isnt far from here and I have a team of people who can go find your friends without any problem." He said as he let go of your wrist taking a step back.

"So what is it gonna be?" He asked as he stretched a hand towards your direction to take.

You sighed loudly as you looked away from him for a moment contemplating your decision.

"My name is Y/n.." you said as you put your hand into his larger one and he smiled before you both started your way to his house.

It had been some time since you arrived at his house and what he didn't specify was the fact that it wasnt a simple home but a freaking mansion that seemed as if it was from the 1850s. It had a beautiful exterior and an equally beautiful interior. He immediately introduced you to his "team of people" who you found out were hunters and usually hunted for meat once a few days so they knew the forest better than the back of their palms.

He then proceeded to give you a guest room to stay in and showed you the bathroom so you could take a shower and get rid of all the sweat and dirt on you.

After you were done with cleaning yourself you got dressed in some clothes you had in your backpack which were a pair of mid-thigh long shorts and a simple white tshirt which were the clothes you planned on wearing to sleep whenever you'd be back at the campsite.

As you were strolling around the top floor of the mansion you caught a glimpse of Hyunjin in his own room and he was changing out of his clothes. You knew you needed to get out of there and stop starring for gods sake but the moment you saw his arms flexing as he took off his white undershirt and revealed his abs you were stuck. You physically couldnt look away from the beautiful curves of his chiseled abdomen. He was godly gorgeous.

You felt your core clench around thin air as you just imagined his deadly sexy body over your own doing some very ungodly things.

"I know you're watching.." He said loudly so you could hear and you gasped. "This is your chance to leave.. if you stay..." He said turning his head and looking right into your eyes, "well.. you're gonna find out just how I treat people like you.." he said grabbing his belt and undoing it.

You were frozen in place not knowing what to do. You were so turned on and you hadn't had a good fuck in quite some time.

"Times up sweetie... come in or leave.. now." He ordered and you hesitated slightly before entering. He smirked and you saw... sharp teeth? What?

"You know... there's something that I didnt tell you before but you need to know if we are going to do this.." he said as he moved closer to you and you slightly cowered in fear. What was going on?!

He smirked at you and you caught glimpse of his sharp teeth once again.

He grabbed your shoulders and pinned you against the wall and a gasp escaped your parted lips.

"You know I'm not what I seem to be.. " he said as he showed you his teeth completely and you gasped again as you felt heat pool into your panties.

"O-oh..." was all you could manage to let out.

Suddenly he sniffed the air and his eyes grew wide as his pupils diluted.

"Did.... did you just get wet?" He asked as he looked from your slightly squirming thighs to your eyes.

You bit your lip as you shyly nodded.

"T-this is just s-so hot.." You let out barely louder than a whisper and he looked at you a bit shocked but also seemingly turned on.

"You know most girls screamed and ran.." He said and you smirked at him as you snaked your hands at the back of his neck pulling him closer— a sudden wave of confidence rushing over you.

"Well... I'm not like other girls.." You said in a breathy whisper as you moved closer to his lips.

"So what do you say Hyunjin... are you gonna show me what your vampire cock can do?" (I'm so sorry I cringed too)

You said against his lips as you placed a hand over his clothes member rubbing it through the fabric softly and his breath hitched in his throat.

"Hhmm.. You know this side of you is pretty fucking hot but I think you should be reminded who is the one in charge here." He said as he grabbed both of your hands and pinned them above your head.

He locked your lips together in a heated kiss as one of his hands travelled down your neck and to your chest, cupping one breast and massaging it through your clothes.

His moves were quick with undressing your body and you helped him get rid of his pants as it was the only piece of clothing in his body along with his boxers.

He pulled away from your lips to look at you and he groaned at the sight.

"I can't wait to devour this gorgeous body of yours baby." He said as he pushed you against the wall once again and kissed all over your neck until he found your sweet spot.

By the time he found your special spot you were a mess and suddenly you felt something sharp grazing your sensitive skin and you gasped.

"Can I?" He asked and you looked down at him gulping and nodding without a second thought.

He smiled widely and placed his fangs on your neck right on top of your sweet spot and at the same time moved his hand inside your panties –which was the only piece of clothing left on your body. The moment his fangs sunk in your flesh he started drawing circles on your clit to try and help you focus on something else than the pain. That in return made you let out a mix between a yelp and a moan and he groaned into your neck while sucking your blood.

"Fuck that was so hot.." He mumbled in your neck as he continued to devour you and finger you at the same time.

Even though the feeling of your blood leaving your body was weird and uncomfortable his fingers were so skilled that he did a great job with distracting you from it.

"H-Hyunjin~" You moaned and he hummed into your neck.

"Its t-too much.." You choked out as you started feeling dizzy. He quickly pulled away a bit of crimson running down his chin and onto his exposed chest.

"I'm sorry love, you tasted way too sweet.. I couldnt resist you." He said as he licked his cherry lips, his fingers not losing their steady pace for a second.

"H-Hyunjin, I-I need y-you~" You moaned out once again and he smirked wider looking into your hooded eyes.

"I know baby, I can feel it in your pants." He said and a shiver ran down your spine and your knees buckled but he was quick to catch you and pull you closer into his chest as he continued to work wonders inside your panties.

You were a moaning mess in his embrace and you griped his shoulders tightly as your nails dug into his flesh leaving angry red marks on his pale skin.

"You know I would love to see you cumming from just my fingers but I really cant wait to have my cock ruining you instead." He said as he pulled out his hand and quickly pulled you to the bed pushing you on the soft mattress and silky sheets.

He was quick to rid you of your undergarments discarding the piece of clothing somehwere on the bedroom's floor along with the rest of your clothes.

He quickly took off his own boxers and hissed when his member was finally let free from the tight restraints of his boxers. You gulped at the size of his cock you eyed it up and down. It was large, the girth seemed a bit too much to handle and his tip was an angry red and oozing with precum. You licked your lips as you lied back and spread your legs for him. He chuckled darkly.

"Angel, so good for me..." He said as he stroked your cheek with the back of his hand and his dark eyes were licked with your own hooded ones.

He grabbed his member in his hand and positioned it in front of your entrance slightly teasing it and getting your arousal all over his rock hard cock.

He slowly and steadily entered you bottoming you out. You sighed at the feeling of being stuffed to the brim and gripped his biceps tightly.

"P-please move.." You begged and he raised an eyebrow.

"Hmmm.. you're such a slut for my cock aren't you?" He asked and you gulped as heat rose to your cheeks and ears turning them into a bright red color. "So impatient.. I'm afraid that if you dont take what I give you you might not take anything at all sweetheart." He said and you gasped at that.

"N-no! You cant do this! I need you right now! Please move!" You begged as you thrusted your hips to get some sort of friction going on.

"Uh oh. Someone's being bad~" He mocked as he gripped tightly onto your hips pinning them down on the bed. He looked down at you with a sickly arrogant smirk on his face–he was enjoying this way too much.

"You know bad girls get punished.." He trailed off to see your reaction and decide whether to proceed or not.

"Go ahead master, do whatever you please with me. Tie me up, blindfold me, spank me do whatever you want but please move!" You choked out begging and he groaned at the thought of your ass up in the air, a bright red color and his handprint decorating it. He quickly pulled out and you were about to beg again thinking you did something wrong.

"Turn over, all fours." He instructed and you quickly obeyed.

He slid back inside you once again and both of you sighed in pleasure as the new angle gave you a whole new type of depth to explore.

He rubbed on your ass cheek lightly before landing a hard slap on it and you moaned at the pain mixed with pleasure wrecking your entire body. He slowly started moving finding a steady pace that had your thighs shaking from the pleasure.

"Do you like that angel?" He asked landing another harsh slap on your ass and you moaned. "Do you like being treated like the cockskut you are?" He asked and you moaned a breathy yes in response.

He licked up his pace and you couldnt hold yourself up anymore as the pleasure you were receiving was too much to handle for you so you rested your upper half on the mattress, this giving him an even better angle to fuck you even deeper.

"Hmm~ Such a good little slut knowing how to help me make her feel good.." He said as he spanked you once again.

Suddenly a particular thrust had you seeing stars as he hit your g-spot.

"Oh my gosh Hyunjin do that again! Right there!" You moaned out and he complied as he started hitting your g-spot over and over again.

"Ngh~ H-Hyunjin I-I'm gonna c-cum~" You moaned out a warning and in return, he smacked your ass once again.

"Rub your clit for me angel." He instructed and you did as told and suddenly you were coming without warning.

Moaning his name out loud over and over again and clenching around his cock, Hyunjin didnt last much longer, pulling out and releasing his seed all over your back and ass.

Suddenly the door opened and before neither of you could react—

"Y/n are you in her— What the actual fuck?!" Someone yelled and you gasped quickly turning around to look at the doorway.

"Minho?!"

Let me know if yall wanna see a part two with Minho and Felix getting involved ;)

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[subbyyang]

Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door? Ten/Kun/Yangyang [1/4]

Based on a cc prompt!

Yangyang is in love with not one of his group members but two. Sadly for him, Ten and Kun are already in a relationship. When Yangyang starts walking in on the other two in ever increasing compromising positions he curses his bad luck. But maybe these accidents are less of a work of fate and more of a work of human influence.

Yangyang moans as soft hands roam his trembling body, caressing whatever part of him they can touch. He doesn’t quite remember how he got there, but he is not complaining as a mouth attaches to his neck and another to his chest, biting and sucking. He wants to look, to see who is making him feel so good but all he can see are blurry silhouettes.

“Please...” he wants to bring the bodies closer to him, wants to guide the hands to his aching cock but his limbs feel heavy and his movements are slow.

“Please what, baby?” Yangyang whines when whoever was at his neck stops kissing him. But, that voice! He knew that voice...! He turns towards the voice to see that the blurry silhouette had been replaced by a very naked Ten who looks at him lovingly.

Yangyang feels the words stuck in his throat as the second person starts kissing his way up to his neck. Ten’s hands are still on his body, one drawing circles on his stomach and the other petting his hair.

“Come on, baby, tell me...what do you want?” Ten repeats, not an ounce of impatience in his tone. It feels like he could wait forever for Yangyang’s reply.

“T-touch me...” Yangyang rasps out, managing to hold onto the hand on his stomach. He lets out a soft moan when the other person bites his neck and immediately licks at the bite mark.

“But we are touching you, silly...” Ten jokes and lets out a chuckle when Yangyang whines in frustration. He makes a big show of running his hand down Yangyang’s stomach and down his lower abdomen before taking a detour towards Yangyang’s left hip and down his thigh.

Yangyang cries out, little whines leaving his lips. Ten was so close to touching him where he needed it the most. It wasn’t fair! He had been good to them...he had been good, right? It was hard to think back, hard to remember, but he was almost sure he had been good.

“Stop teasing him...” the second voice says and even before looking he knows who the second silhouette has turned into. Yangyang smiles softly as he turns his head once again and comes face to face with Kun’s, his eyes crinkling as he smiles down at him. “Yes, you’ve been so good to us, Yangie...Ten, give him what he wants.” Yangyang doesn’t have much time to think about how Kun knew what he was thinking about before Ten lets out a little laugh and lets his hand roam towards his cock, his mouth once again littering Yangyang’s neck in kisses. 

Yangyang feels his movements becoming easier, one hand grasping onto Ten’s arm as the other reaches for Kun. He keens when Kun slips his own hand between Yangyang’s legs, his wet fingers slipping between his cheeks and Ten tightens the grip on his cock. Yangyang is so close. He can feel the pleasure building in his stomach and he welcomes it, ignoring the voice in his head that keeps telling him something is wrong. His hips move clumsily between Kun’s fingers in his ass and Ten’s hand around him as he chases an orgasm that never seems to arrive. He whines in frustration and Kun laughs in his ear causing him to shudder.

“Please, please...I want to cum, please...” Yangyang pleads as he holds onto his two lovers tightly. They were making him feel so good but his mind was getting foggy and he feels like they were slipping away from his grasp.

“Then cum...cum for us, love...” was the last thing Yangyang heard before his body jolted from the bed. He was sweating and panting as he looked around his room, the late afternoon light slipping through the cracks and giving the room a soft glow. As his breathing returned to normal he realized two things: he was alone and he was still extremely hard. He groaned and hid his face in his pillow in embarrassment as the feeling of dream Ten and dream Kun’s fingertips still lingered on his skin. He really had to stop taking naps if it always meant dreaming of something he knew he couldn’t have only to wake up alone and with a hardon, or worse, with wet, sticky underwear.

He laid in bed for some time, trying his hardest to will his erection away but to no success. Images of Ten and Kun kept popping into his mind, images of the two of them kissing passionately, all tongue and teeth, of them parting ways breathless and panting, a string of saliva connecting their mouths, of them...Yangyang shook his head in an attempt to rid his mind of the sinful images. He knew it was useless. He got up and trudged towards their bathroom hoping a cold shower would solve his problem before he felt desperate enough to take care of it himself. The few times he succumbed to the temptation and allowed himself to consciously fall into the fantasy, a hand dropping into his pants as he quickly worked himself to a bitter completion, rended him unable to stare Kun or Ten in the face for days after.

The house was quiet as he slipped into the shower, hissing as the painfully cold jet hit his overheated skin. Once he had gone soft he turned the water temperature up just enough to be a bit more comfortable as he started washing. Once again his thoughts wandered to Kun and Ten, lulled by the rhythmic sound of the water hitting the floor. He couldn’t quite pinpoint the exact moment his infatuation had started, perhaps it had always been there from the moment he met his two group members. Or maybe it was something that had grown over time, cultivated by small touches and kind gestures. He wasn’t sure. All Yangyang knew was the all-encompassing warmth that took over his body whenever Kun or Ten smiled at him, the jolt of electricity that ran through his body whenever they touched him, making him feel more alive than ever. That’s the funny thing about love - Yangyang ponders - it makes you feel like you need nothing else to survive.

Yangyang got out of the shower and got dressed in a comfortable tshirt and some sweatpants before exiting the bathroom and walking towards the kitchen to get some water before stopping dead in his tracks. Kun and Ten were sitting on the sofa, legs intertwined and Ten cuddled onto Kun’s side, his head on Kun’s shoulder. Kun laughed quietly at something Ten said before leaving a kiss at the top of his head.

Yangyang felt a knot swelling in his throat at the sight of the happy couple, his heart constricting at the knowledge he would never be a part of it. The burning in his lungs desperately attempting to remind him he needed to force himself to breathe, even if he didn’t want to. That’s the sad thing about love - Yangyang ponders - it makes you feel like you can’t possibly live without it.

He turned around quickly before Kun or Ten could see him or the tears flowing freely down his cheeks.

#wayv smut #yangyang smut #kun smut #ten smut #tenyang smut #kunten smut #kunyang smut #yangten smut

[mlqcimagines]

"Boss"

The voice came to you through a hazy dream of dark alleys and shifting shadows, breaking through the dream sounds of running feet and shouting.

"Boss, you've been out for an hour now!"

You jolted awake, the dream slipping from you quickly, and you shook your head, trying in vain to recall the details before giving it up as a lost cause. You turned your head to see Kiki there, a small smile on her face and a hand on your shoulder. You must've fallen asleep at your desk, and a small groan slipped out as you tried to stretch away the kinks in your back. A sudden change to a shooting location mere days before it was scheduled had you all working furiously, trying to re adjust everything to run smoothly, but most of it fell on you. You hadn't been home in a day or so, (you think it was a day or so, anyways, it couldn't have been that long...) and you'd been grabbing naps where you could.

"Ugh, I'm sorry KiKi. But at least we're almost done, and with a day left before the shoot."

Kiki laughed and tried to straighten your messy hair.

"Boss it's Thursday night, the shoot starts in 9 hours."

You bolted out of your chair at that, only to sway a little and catch yourself on Kiki's shoulder. How had you lost track of time that badly?!?

"Darn, darn darn! I still have to contact the caterers for the new venue, make sure the wardrobe gets there on time, email Victor..."

Kiki hopped up and down a bit, waving her hands at you, a smile splitting her face.

"Relax! It's all done already. We stayed late and took care of the rest while you took your nap." She giggled, and leaned in conspiratorially. "And you have a visitor. I have to warn you though, he's very upset with you."

You glanced quizzically at her, drawing out another laugh.

"Blame Minor, not me."

"Hey, I had to do something, she asked me the same question 5 times and she's been here for 3 days straight, the smell is getting bad!"

You blanched when you realized he was right. You weren't too fresh, and you were still so tired that it was hard to focus on anything. Even the edges of Kiki's face were blurry. Your thoughts, however, were cut short by a stern vojce coming from behind you.

"And that's why I'm here to take you home." Said Gavin, stepping to your desk. He picked up your purse, and you took it numbly, wondering why he looked so stern. You didn't have to wonder long though, because as soon as he escorted you outside he slung one arm beneath your knees, lifting you into his arms, and took off into the sky.

"Gavin, really, you don't have to do this I'm fine to walk or take a ca- oh!" You cut off as the chill of the pre dawn air hit you fully, gasping, even waking you up a little.

Gavin grumbled something unintelligible, and snuggled you tighter, somehow managing with his long arms to both hang on to you and wrap his long overcoat over your legs. The heavy leather and Gavin's own warm body combined to chase away the chill, and despite your protests you found yourself almost nodding off as he headed away.

You woke up as he descended, confused when you see not your own window, but the fire escape outside his apartment.

"Gavin...?"

Still silent he carried you inside, laying you on the couch as gently as he could manage.

"Gavin, please, why aren't you talking to me?" You whispered. The hint of fear in your voice stopped the man cold, and he looked down at you, pain in his eyes as he settled carefully at your side.

"MC when was the last time you were home?"

"Um...", you hesitated, struggling to remember. Had it been yesterday? Or Tuesday? Monday? When had the location changed.... "Yesterday?" You hazarded a guess.

"You haven't been home in 3 days! Minor told me you've been napping at your desk, and Kiki said the only breakfast you had today was an orange she brought for you."

"But the shoot..."

"Would've run fine with half the attention you gave it. And you know it. So, tell me..... why don't you want to go home?"

You froze. Of course this man, this beautiful, protective man, who could be so hard and terrifying to others and yet was so careful with you, had noticed. The ginko leaf dangling from your wrist, combined with how well he knew you, had seen to that. You ducked your head, tucking your legs up to your chest, till you were curled into a ball. Your eyes started to burn, throat closing, and it became difficult to speak, but somehow you managed to force the words out.

"I.... I don't want to be there alone."

Gavin stilled for a moment, then leapt from the couch. You heard rummaging from the direction of his bedroom, and before long he'd returned, an enormous pile of pillows and blankets in his arms, topped by a tshirt and pair of sweatpants. The entire lot was dumped unceremoniously onto the couch, and he handed you the clothing, a gentle hand stroking your head as he did.

"Here. Go get changed."

In the bathroom you inwardly castigated yourself. Of course he would think you were silly, whining about staying alone, practically living at the office until Minor had to call and tattle on you. A few stray tears slipped out as you cinched the waist of the sweatpants as tight as they would go. "Stress" you told yourself as you put on the shirt that was far too big for you, dangling halfway to your knees. You hurredly wiped the tears away and stepped back into the living room.

There, a transformation had taken place. The couch had been pulled out into a bed, and on it was what must've been every blanket and pillow Gavin owned. Exhausted and stunned into silence, you didn't notice Gavin come up behind you till it was too late. Again he picked you up, carrying you to the nest of the sofa bed, and laid you down in the middle of the fluffy pile. He grabbed a remote as you looked on in bemusement and soon the soft sound of a gituar piece filled the space and the lights dimmed.

"Do you mind if I sit?" Gavin's voice lacked its usual assurance, and he was looking away from you, so you couldn't be sure if you imagined the light flush to his cheeks or if it was the low lights, but you nodded anyway. He settled carefully at your side, and tucked a blanket around the two of you.

His hand settled on your back, and you felt the pressure of his fingers begin rubbing small circles. An involuntary groan escaped you, eyes fluttering shut as you slumped forward.

"You don't have to" you mumbled without much protest, but he didn't stop, and you could feel the smile on his lips, even if you couldn't see it.

"Gavin, do you ever have nightmares?" The words spilled from you unintentionally, and you couldnt help but tense up when Gavin's impromptu massage slowed.

"Yes. Everyone does, I think. Is that why you don't want to go home?"

A nod was all he got in response. You were too ashamed to look at him.

"Sshhh. Stop being so hard on yourself. Everyone has nightmares. You don't have to be afraid of yours. I'll always be there to protect you. I'm all the protection you need. And I promise I'll never leave."

Gavin's words were soft but firm, and you gave a small shudder. A few more tears leaked out, but this time they came from a place of relief and happiness, and you felt the tension slowly leak away. Sliding down further into the nest of blankets your eyes slid closed.

"Thank you, Gavin."

The last thing you felt before drifting into the first deep, untroubled sleep you've had in a week was a light brush against the crown of your head as Gavin placed a gentle kiss there.

"Sleep tight, MC. I promise I'll never leave you to face your nightmares alone."

Elsewhere

Lucien hung up the phone, an angry frown on his handsome features. Kiki had said the cop had taken her home, but he'd stopped by, and the apartment was empty. He tightened his fist around a pen, briefly allowing his irritation to show before relaxing himself once again. It wouldn't matter, in the end. He assured himself of that as he watched the sun rise over Loveland City.

******

A/N: I'm tired and tenses are hard, ok? Anyway, I needed Birdcop fluff and comfort, so here we are, enjoy!

Requests are open!

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[oddsnendsfanfics]

Two Strangers : Coffee & Cuddles

Genre: Fan Fiction (Vikings) Pairing: Ivar/Reader Warnings: N/A Rating: G Length: Drabble Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.  

A/N: Because shy, sweet Modern!Ivar is too cute not to love. 

Two Strangers Master List

The house was lit as the morning light came through a few slatted blinds, dim from the clouds which covered the sun, but light enough to comfortably leave most lights off. Feet on the wood floor, your toes scrunched against the glossy boards wishing you'd put socks on. Following the short path from the bedroom to the kitchen, you inhaled the fresh aroma of coffee brewing.

In the kitchen, Ivar stood, in last night's jeans, gazing out the window. Bare chested with his hair loose, he yawned and stretched his shoulders up to loosen the tension in his back. Sleeping with someone else in his bed had been nice, a bit nerve wracking, but nice.

"Good morning, gorgeous." He broke the silence, not turning to look, the steps were far too delicate for it to be Ubbe.

"Good morning," You blushed faintly at his greeting.

"I'm glad you stayed here last night," Ivar pointed to the window. "You may have never got out of the hotel, today."

Outside the window there was more snow piling on top of the dusting that had been there all week. The sky was gray and pink in the morning, a few stray flakes continuing to tumble to the ground. Shivering at the sight, you wrap your arms around your self, bringing the warm house coat closer to you. Ivar's scent was woven into the fleece material, bringing a small smile to your face. The soft sandalwood and citrus scent was intoxicating.

"Thank you," Your voice is low, you hadn't realized how sleepy you would sound, "by the way, for letting me stay. It's been really nice of you and Ubbe to let me crash here."

Ivar nodded and smiled, he had no problems with your presence as you were fully aware. Ubbe had insisted, several times, it was more than fine with him as well, but you felt like you were putting him out somehow. When you made it back to your hotel, tonight, you would make sure to leave some cash behind as a thank you to Ubbe.

"I like having you here," Ivar spoke, his crutches softly thumping against the kitchen floor. Steadying himself, he reached up and dug around a cupboard. "It's nice to have someone other than Ubbe to talk to in the morning." He finished with a soft grunt, his arm stretched overhead Ivar's face lit up when he found what he had been looking for.

"Do you need any help, Ivar?" You questioned leaning against the kitchen table feeling a little useless for not offering to help.

Ivar wouldn't have taken it anyway, he had made it very clear that you were here as a guest. Last night when you'd tried to help clean up after dinner, Ivar had practically requested someone sit on you to keep you from doing dishes. Had you not willingly given in, opting to talk with Bjorn's wife; Torvi, you felt as though one of the Lothbrok's would have complied happily.

"Nope, I'm good." Ivar answered placing a large glass bowl on the counter top.

You were impressed at how well he got around, but seeing him at home was even more impressive. Ivar had explained that he'd designed the entire floor plan of the house, drawing it to suit both him and Ubbe. A family friend, a skilled builder and sort of Ivar's boss, had helped bring Ivar's ideas to life. Whether he was using his crutches or wheelchair, there was nothing out of bounds for Ivar in his own space.

This morning Ivar wanted to be Ivar, a normal (if that were possible for a Lothbrok) 23 year old, who was trying to impress the girl he adored. He had big plans to have breakfast ready before you woke, but had overslept and only managed to get into the kitchen a handful of minutes before you. Coffee had barely began to brew when you'd stepped into the spacious kitchen.

"Do you want chocolate chip or banana waffles?"

Slouching into the robe a little further, you lulled your head to the side, a playfulness on your sleepy face. "Surprise me?"

"In that case," Ivar smirked, moving to get the waffle iron out, "you should go back to bed and I'll bring them in."

"Or," You shifted your weight, curling your toes against the smooth flooring, "I could help you and we can go back to bed, together?"

Ivar giggled, one of the little things you were growing to love about him, his nose crinkled and his eyes sparked with a giddiness. "What are we waiting for? Grab a knife, you're on fruit slicing duty, gorgeous."

The radio played a string of random 80's hits, the two of you signing along to as many of them as you could, laughter erupting through each one. Ivar swayed back and forth, stirring the waffle batter, singing into a spatula in a silly manner. Watching him go about his antics, you couldn't help the laughter that followed.

How far he had came from being the shy guy on the plane.

"What the hell are you doing, Iv?" Ubbe's booming voice startled you. Squeaking, you jumped and threw the knife onto the floor with a clank. "Easy, no need to go throwing knives at me." He began to laugh. "I liked her until she tried to murder me, let the record show."

"Morning, Ubbe." Ivar waved a hand, steadying himself and pouring some batter into the waffle maker. "Waffles?"

"Uh, if I say yes do I have to go back to your bed and eat them," Ubbe smirked devilishly, "Or can I have mine in here?"

"Ooh," Ivar bit his bottom lip, shaking his head at his older brother, "you best make your own, my bed doesn't have room for three." He winked at you.

"No worries," You quietly butt in, washing off the knife, "I don't mind eating at the table alone. You boys enjoy breakfast in Ivar's bed."

Turning to face you, Ubbe cocked his head and Ivar snickered. "Okay, murder attempt aside, I like her again." Ubbe motioned to you. Rubbing his hands over his bearded cheeks, he groaned and stepped toward the coffee maker. "You two enjoy, I'll grab something at work, I have to go."

"Will you be back for dinner?" Ivar glanced over at his brother, watching him grab a travel mug and fill it.

"Depends," Ubbe shrugged glancing around for the milk, which was next to you. "Floki has this new design he wants to try at that office building, the one you designed last month." Ivar seemed to know exactly what his brother meant.

"Okay, well, enjoy." Ivar waved his brother off. "Tell him that I'll have those designs for him in another week."

"Tell him yourself, I'm not taking the flack for you slacking." Ubbe winked at you, his mouth tugged into a smirk.

Ivar muttered something about his boss, while Ubbe shook his head, not paying his little brother much attention. Grabbing his coffee, Ubbe bid you and Ivar farewell shouldering a bag and leaving for work. Outside Ubbe's truck engine came to life, the tries faintly crunching the snow, and you and Ivar were once again left alone.

"I was thinking, after breakfast, what if we stay in today?" Ivar brought you back to the kitchen. "We can watch some movies, hang out, and enjoy each other."

"At some point, I have to go back to my hotel," You glanced down at the robe, wearing a tshirt you'd borrowed from Ivar under it. Your own clothes would be nice, the dress you'd worn for dinner last night wasn't suitable for a day like today.

"Right," Ivar nodded curtly. Pulling a waffle from the waffle maker and laying it on a plate, he stood for a second obviously in thought. Brushing his hand through his hair, he shifted uneasily, looking as though he wanted to say something. Instead he made another waffle.

A mix of fresh fruit in a bowl, you placed it next to the plate with the waffles. Asking for direction to the coffee mugs, it was the least you could do to continue to help. Fresh coffee poured, made perfectly, you took a sip of the hot liquid and sighed in contentment. Ivar still bobbing along to the radio, drumming his fingers on the counter top, he was more of a morning person than you'd imagined.

Breakfast ready to be served, you helped Ivar carry it to his bedroom – his suggestion of eating in bed had been more serious than you'd expected. Situated on his bed, blankets and pillowed strewn around from the night you'd spent, the two of you got comfortable with your plates in hand and coffee resting on the nearby bedside table.

Resting against the headboard, Ivar smiled when you moved from the middle of the bed to sit next to him. "If you'd like we can eat and then get ready, I'll go with you to the hotel."

"You don't have to, if you have other things to do." You replied between bites of your waffle. "These are really good, by the way." Pointing to the plate with your fork, you lick your lips.

"Thanks, my mom's secret recipe." Ivar smiled proudly, his voice giving him away. In what he had told you about his parents, you knew that he missed them terribly. "She would have liked you." His voice was hushed. "My dad, too."

Fork down and plate off to the side, you leaned in, gently kissing Ivar's cheek. "They seem like they were really great people."

Turning his head to face you, Ivar's brow knitted together and his face was soft. Setting his plate beside him, he turned his upper body, hand gently under your chin guiding your face closer to his. Gosh, his lips were always so soft, you loved it. Sweet and bitter was the only way to describe the taste of Ivar's kiss, the waffles and fruit couldn't mask the bitterness of the coffee and several years of smoking on his lips. Leaning into him, you wrap a hand in his hair, enjoying the feeling of being so close.

"I meant it," Ivar whispered, breaking apart. "The other day, when I said I loved you."

"I know," You bite your bottom lip, your eyes searching his. You'd had no doubt in that. "Ivar, I want..."

"You don't have to say it back, it's okay." Ivar kissed the tip of your nose, smiling. "I jumped in pretty quick and if you're not ready then I'm okay with that."

"I want to say it, but I don't want you to think it's only because you've said it." You explain your feelings the best to your ability.

"You'll say it when you're ready." Ivar was reassuring, his thumb stroking your cheek. "Now, about today."

The diversion was welcomed, Ivar didn't want to push when there was no need.

"When we go to your hotel, how do you feel about checking out? You only have a handful of days left here, I'd like it if you stayed here." Ivar went in head first. What was the worst you could say? "If you want to."

"Yes," You blurted out before giving it any thought. If you thought about it, there would only be a million reasons why you couldn't or shouldn't agree.

"That was easier than I thought," Ivar laughed, kissing your forehead.

"Please, I'm not that difficult." You teased with a nudge and a wink.

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[dprwolfgang]

Rush // Christian Yu feat. William Singe

My Aussie babes tbh.I’m sorry I did Will dirty lol but if you don’t know who he is check out his music.

Just want to say thanks to everyone who’s been supporting so far y’all are amazing and I really do appreciate the feedback.

Fluff // Kinda based of Will’s song Rush but with a twist.

Enjoy

He said it was the last time.

So why was he here?

Getting home from work the last thing I expected was to find a very drunk Christian outside my door.How the hell did he even get inside the building?

“Baby you’re h-homeeee,” Christian hiccups smiling lopsidedly at me. “I-I miszed youuuuuu.”  

“Christian what are you doing here and drunk off your ass for that matter?”

“I told youuu I miszed you duhhhh.”

He looked up at me,eyes glassy and slightly hooded.Christian and I weren’t a couple.We were best friends,keyword being were.You see everyone has their vices and it just so happened that we were each others.

The moment I caught feelings however, I knew I’d fucked up.It was the one rule we had in this entire situation.No catching feelings and as much as I tried to hide it,I had slipped up and exposed myself in one of our arguments which resulted in him ending our little friends with benefits situation.

That was two months ago though so why was he here now?

Opening my front door I helped him up off the floor and inside my apartment.Letting him drop onto the couch I disappeared into the kitchen to get him water and painkillers only to find an empty living room when I returned.

“Ian?” I called out.The sounds of coughing and groaning filled my ears so I followed it to find Christian  on the floor, head over the toilet as he puked his guts out.He must have over drank because he never throws up when he’s drunk.He might talk a lot of shit but he knows how to hold his liquor.

“Christian?”

“Hmm,”

“Did you eat anything today?” I question helping him up and flushing the toilet once I’m sure he’s finished.

“Coffee and…and..and…coffee,” he laughed.

“Coffee isn’t food Christian,” I shook my head at him.

“Well that’s what I had silly…” He singsongs with a lopsided grin on his face.Why the fuck would the guys let him get this drunk?

Turning on the shower I reached for the hem of his tshirt to help him out of it. “Ohhhh someone’s eager.”

“You’re covered in your own vomit,now strip and get in the shower.” He salutes at me before trying to strip out of his clothes.Getting him into the shower was another challenge as all Christian wanted to do was sleep against the bathroom wall.

“Ian please get under the water,” I pleaded tugging him lightly.His body complied but as soon as he got under the water his arms wrapped around my waist and his head rested in the crook of my neck.

“I miss you..” he sounded a bit more sober now. “I miss waking up next to you, I miss hanging with you, I-I miss us.”  

“Yeah well who’s to blame for that huh?”  

No other words we spoken. I helped him get cleaned up before doing the same and changing into a extra large shirt and shorts,my now curly hair all over the place as I grabbed a pair of basketball shorts he’d left over here for him to change into. I was hungry and knowing that he needed something in his stomach I ventu into the kitchen after getting him settled in my bed.

I had no idea why I was helping him.We ended messily and the words that were said we could never take back,given the fact that we were both drunk that night.

Just as I strained the pasta my doorbell rang.Who’d be at my house at this hour I had no clue but I still checked to see anyways.

“Liam what are you doing here?” I asked the blonde before me.

“What do you mean? I texted you earlier telling you that I’d come by before I left tomorrow.” He stated showing me the bags of takeout in his hands.A text did come in earlier but I didn’t check it.

“Liam now really isn’t a good time,I-I’ve kinda-”

“Baby I’m hungry,” my head snapped in the direction Christian’s voice came from to see him standing not to far behind me rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“The fuck is he doing here?” Will asked drawing me away from ogling at Christian’s bare chest.

“What do you mean why is he here? He’s my friend and this is my apartment,”

“You told me y’all weren’t talking anymore.”

“And you told me that she was playing with my feelings so I’m surprised to see you here.” Christian spoke up startling me.

Pulling William in the apartment I shut the door and looked at both of them. “Start talking,”

“I knew he’s one of your closest friends so that night at Dabin’s release party I figured I’d talk to him and see if he knew how you felt about me.Long story short he said that you didn’t feel the way I felt and that you’d only claim to like me so I’d keep you around.He said that was the game you played and I swear I didn’t believe it but idk I guess I just let him get into my head and I’m sorry.” Christian admits dropping onto the chair.William didn’t even try to defend himself.

“Why? Why would you do that Liam when you knew exactly how I feel about him? How many times did I come crying to you about my feelings for him and that’s how you gon do me? I’m always here for you,when your girlfriend left I dropped everything just to support you and you gon do me dirty Liam! What kinda friend are you?”

“I’m in love with you okay!” Now I’d known Liam since I was 15 and I moved to Australia to live with my grandma.Back then him and my cousin Darnell used to always be making music together and I’d always be with them.Liam was one of those guys that girls never really paid attention to but to me he was perfect. I had the biggest crush on him but when I finally told him he brushed me off and said he didn’t feel the same and that he only saw me as a friend.Being the person I am I pushed it aside and we went back to being friends.Eventually I realized that what I felt for Liam was just a school girl crush,I wasn’t in love with him the way I thought I was and that’s where Christian comes in.Christian’s mom always visited my grandma seeing as she was alone after my grandpa passed.His mom always kept her company when she had time so much so that on Sundays for family dinner we were always at their place or vice versa.I’d never met Christian,just seen a couple pictures of him but his mom and my grandma would forever tease me and tell me that we’d be just right for each other.

Christian and I met one summer while I was in Seoul traveling and ended up having the same flight home and being seat mates.We bonded at lot that summer,we had a lot in common and it was sad because I thought I’d never see him again but once our flight landed there was Mama Yu at the airport waiting for me or so I thought.Christian dropped his bag and raced over to her embracing her in his arms and that’s where everything clicked.With Christian being an idol at the time and me going to university we rarely saw each other but it never affected our friendship.Everything about him drew me in and even if we were just friends he always made me feel like I’m the only girl in the world.

“This has gotta be some sick fucking joke! Now you love me Liam? What the fuck do you take me for huh? I confessed to your ass when I was 17 and you said you didn’t feel the same,you sai-”

“I lied. I didn’t want to fuck up our friendship.” He admitted.Christian scoffed from his position on the couch.

“So now that someone else is interested in her you suddenly want her? That’s fucked up.” Christian said.

“Everything was fine until your ass came along.We were good then all of a sudden all I can hear is Christian this,Christian that! It’s fucking annoying.So what I lied to him,I was here before you and I’ll always be here because when it comes down to it she’ll always choose me over you fuck heads.She loves me.”

I couldn’t believe half the shit that was coming from his mouth.What the hell had happened to the Liam I knew?Both of them started arguing back and forth with each other and it was giving me a headache.

“Both of you shut the fuck up,now!” Both men shut up and turned their attention to me.

“Liam I loved you but I’m not in love with you anymore.It was just some silly school girl crush that I grew out of. I’m in love with Christian and I have been for a while and you know that.We’re friends and that’s all we’ll ever be.” I reason with him.

“It’s either him or me.”

“What?!”  

“Choose y/n! Him or me?” Liam asked.

“Liam I’m not going to choose.We’re still friends and you’re behaving like a fucking toddler.” He was pissing me off with his melodramatic bullshit.

“I refuse to sit around and be your friend while you’re with him so it’s either me or him,simple as that.”

“Him..”

“See I told you she’d pick me!” Liam turned to Christian smiling smugly at him until what I said finally sunk in. “Wait,What?” He turned back around to face me.

“I choose him.All you’ve done lately is show me how much of a shit ass friend you are and why I don’t need you in my life. I really hope one day you’ll find someone but it’s not me.” I didn’t want to end it like this but sometimes you just have to let people go and right now it’s what’s best for both of us.His life is now in America and I honestly just don’t feel about him the way I once did.

William shook his head at me before leaving out my front door.Homeboy could’ve at least left the food.Sigh.Closing and locking the door behind him I turned around to face Christian who was standing directly behind me almost giving me a heart attack.

“You love me?” He questions,both his hands on either side of my head against the door.

“Yeah,I guess I do.” I smiled looking anywhere but his face. “You love me?”

“Yeah, I guess I do.” He teased me placing a hand under my chin and lifting my face up to look at him. “ I guess we love each other.” He smiled cheekily at me before capturing my lips with his in a slow,tantalizing,breathtaking kiss.His hands moved to my hips as he lifted me up and held me against the door as my legs wrapped around his waist and my arms around his neck pulling him closer.

Christian slowly pulled away leaving small pecks on my lips resting his forehead against mine,his eyes closed. “I missed holding you like this. I missed your taste,your smell,god just you in general.”

“You taste like toothpaste and stale alcohol.” I scrunch my face up at him.He rolled his eyes me and gave me a ‘really’ look before blowing his hot as breath all over my face being the petty ass he is.

“Eww,take yo booty breath out my face.” I mushed his head while he laughed his ass off.

“You weren’t saying that when your tongue was down my throat though.” He winked before hoisting me up and over his shoulder,smacking my ass repeatedly as he made his way towards my bedroom.

Christian threw me lightly onto the bed before settling between my legs.His arms wrapped around my waist and his head resting just under my breasts as he looked up at me.

“I love you.” He smiled at me a look of content on his face.

“I love you too.”  I ran my fingers through his hair and he hummed lightly and before I knew it his soft snores could be heard as he slept in comfort.

This.I’d definitely choose this over anything else.Barom Yu. I got lost in him and it’s exactly the same as being found.

#thewritersnetwork #christian yu #christian yu scenarios #barom yu #yu barom #dpr ian #dpr we gang gang #dpr scenarios #dprteam

[totoroses]

i found this lesbian survey and decided to fill it out!

Femme or butch? is this what do i prefer or which i am? im a femme and i have no preference in dating, i’ve been wildly attracted to both and any in between

Do you have a “type”? If so, describe it. the only nearly completely common denominator though my exes are having brown eyes? i have dated only one person who did not have brown eyes. i always feel safer looking into brown eyes then blue. i woudl say i have often gone after the romantic artsy type with good music taste and some kind of signature style about them, ironically none of which drew me to my current girlfriend who i believe is probably defintiely the love of my life

Plaid button-ups or leather jackets? leather jackets! i will swoon over smartly dressed gals in button downs as well as a chill gal in some plaid unbuttoned flannel but the two together make me think of a lumberjack

Describe your style. i usually go for one of two styles- softly dressed forest wanderer, or slightly sassy soft grunge. both include my doc martens, but one is more natural colours and old fashioned dresses and the other is sassy tshirts and 90sish thrift store finds like denim and dark florals

Describe your aesthetic.pressed flowers between the pages of a book on forest spirits, rose milk tea, silver rainy downpours, curly baby hairs, white peaches, a cat sleeping in a library, custard pastries, a circle of mushrooms in moss, opals and furry moths

Favorite article of clothing? my one forever 21 dress ive had since like junior year that i can wear without a bra and it has like a cool cross back i just looooveee ittt, then also my embroidered minty 1930s style qipao sort of dress

Favorite pair of shoes? my doc martens and green chinese embroidered lace up slippers

Current haircut? currently blonde (ugh) and currently my hair falls just past my breasts, the goal is to grow it to my bellybutton!

Any haircut goals for the future? i really wanna get on the thick fluffy bangs bandwagon but i dont think i have the stamina to put up with growing them out again smh

Describe the best date you’ve been on. there was this one date i went on with one of my high school girlfriends where we went to a bookstore and hung out and then stuck googly eyes all over my city on random monuments and street signs, and we also ate thai food and listened to music and it was still one of the most lovely dates. BUT my girlfriend recently visited me in taiwan and we went in a glass bottom gondola ride up a mountain and drank from coconuts and wandered through old streets and had the most amazing tea food with a spectacular view and it was heaven

Describe the worst date you’ve been on. probably the one where i went on a picnic with my first girlfriend who then broke up with me that same day and even though our entire relationship was so awkward and not what is should have been it still hurt so bad

Single? Taken? taken!

If taken, talk about your girlfriend/wife! where do i begin! my girlfriend is a slightly shorter than me girl named lynn who loved korean variety shows, drinking coca cola, listening to cheesy love songs, and playing tricks on people (especially me). she used to be a major tomboy in middle and high school and date all the girls and get slapped a lot, as well as mess with teachers and play pranks on them and steal things from their lunchboxes. more than half of her birthchart including sun, rising, and venus are scorpio, and she wants to start her own streetstyle online brand but has not yet found a catchy brand name!

If single, what are you looking for in a potential girlfriend/wife? :)

Describe your dream wedding my girlfriend says if we get married we need two, a traditional chinese wedding (she is from china) and a western one with a priest since i am catholic, and i couldnt agree more. my dream wedding includes just very close friends and family, extravagant lights and flowers and a reception party playlist chosen by me, catered by the teahouse we went to in taiwan. i know its so silly and superficial but i want the dreamiest dress that i design, wisteria everywhere, and most of all i just want lynn at the end of the alter looking stunning in whatever it is she decides to wear

Do you want kids? YES me and lynn talk about this a lot because we both love kids and both agree on at least 4, no more than 8. and we will share who carries the kids so not just one of us is having our uteruses worn out

If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you live? guilin, china. but its a fantasy. guilin is real and beautiful but chinese laws make it so that even if we settle down there and build a house it cant truly belong to us, and in china you cant have a private business and it jsut sucks because the drema is to live in the quiet countryside with a simple life and beautiful scenery to explore together and with our children

Favorite lesbian movie? i love so many but im gonna go with the handmaiden!

Favorite lesbian novel/story? i havent read nearly enough, but  adore all things by malinda lo and julie anne peters! ash by malinda lo is probably my favourite. i have to still read sarah waters though, i hear she reigns supreme

Favorite lesbian song? don’t pull away by milosh ft jviews (the music video is gay at least, i also love hayley kiyoko)

Favorite lesbian musician? hayley kiyoko probably

What lesbian stereotypes do you fit into, if any? mmmm i dont like softball so that doesnt work...i read a lot of sappho though! and i have short nails? and love buffy? are these stereotypes?

Ever been assumed to be nothing more than a gal pal? ugh yes

If a woman wanted to woo you, what would a surefire way to accomplish that? write me a love letter or make me a mixtape about your feleings something cheesy

Be positive! What do you like most about being a lesbian? girls!!!!

Are you more of a cat person or a dog person? cat but i also love pups!

Turn ons? a musical wonderful voice i could listen to and listen to, easy and stimulating conversations, passion for something that lights up their eyes

Turn offs? rudeness in any shape or form, indecisiveness or feigning indecisiveness because you think i want to make the decisions, despicable movie and music taste, smell

Do you usually ask other women out or do you wait for them to ask you? mmmm in the past it has been pretty even. i have learned though that with women it really is a waiting game more than with guys so with my current girlfriend the tension was killing me so much i had to straight up ask her if something was going on and when she said yes she did like me too i was so relieved because she admitted to having not dated anyone since high school (5 years ago for her) and not asking anyone out while at college so if i had kept waiting for her who knows if we would have gotten together!

What is your dream career? i want to be a stay at home mom and author and perhaps an art teacher or preschool teacher on the side if the books dont pa the bills!

Talk about your interests or hobbies! writing and reading and drawing and singing and hiking and listening to music and watching korean dramas and making lists and studying languages

What is the most attractive quality a woman can have? passion, not necessarily in the sexual wya, but passion for something in general. like if she is an actress you see her on the stage and see how into it she is, and offstage she talks about it in a way that shows she is capable of truly loving something so much and seeing wonder in life. or a girl who seems quiet but then when she starts to show you the music she likes she closes her eyes and knows every lyric and has this expression of true passion and love for the music, i am captivated by women who are captivated by the purest elements of life from music to dance to nature

Do you love easily or does it take time for you to warm up to someone? for women, i fall in infatuation quite easily. i was always more cautious with men of course and now i avoid them altogether. but love is something i’ve been becoming more conservative of somehow. i think because i was so hurt by someone before and gave and gave without receiving and im scared of that happening again. i have to be receiving love to give it, thats something i finally can control my impulses over and protect myself from.

Ever fallen for your best-friend? HA

Ever fallen for a straight girl? HAHA

The L-Word: yes or no? (love it or hate it?) heck to the no i couldnt make it past two episodes 

Favorite comfort food? macaroni and cheese

Coffee or tea? tea

Vegetarian? Vegan? None of the above? none but i have tried vegetarian before

Do you have any pets? a chinchilla and a cat!

Early-riser or night-owl? night owl 

What is your sign? gemini sun, sag moon, sag rising

What is your Myers-Briggs type? INFP

Who was your first lesbian crush? my first serious lesbian crush was on a girl at my middle school who dressed to the nines every day in vintage dresses and sweaters and she flirted with practically everyone just joking around and always had a boyfriend but was just charming in every way. my whoel day would eb ruined if i couldn���t just see her or say hello once, and i thought i was just obsessed until i was like ‘wait what if she kissed me’ and BAM i knew it was a real life crush

At what age did you know you were a lesbian? im not really sure. i identified as bi/pan from freshman year to junior year i think, but then was realizing i definitely had a preference and didn’t want to be with guys in a relationship at all to be honest but even up until last summer i was really questioning if i was asexual, so its been a journey but i think i finally fully realized i am a happy happy lesbian after meeting lynn

At what age did you come out (if you have)? i was 14 when i first told my parents i was bi, 18 when i said im a lesbian 

Are you crushing on anyone at the moment (celebrity or otherwise)? just my girly friend

Talk about how your day went i worked this morning 7-11 after only sleeping 4 hours since i got hooked on ‘tipping the velvet’ the bbc miniseries, said goodbye to a friend, had school and did a presentation on how to make rosemilk bubble tea, i ate at a moomin cafe with my coworker, and now am working on homework and doing this survey and putting off my night cleaning duties eheh

Talk about your dreams/aspirations for the future  i just want to have a family and to have my books published, thats all i really need. a loving wife, my sister still by my side as my partner in crime, so many children, so many stories finally told that people are reading. i really want to build a lovely house for my family like my grandparents did once upon a time, with secret rooms and unique hiding places, a house they can pass down as they grow up and it can have our lineage. i want to live by the mountains and trees and water, i want to be able to speak mandarin, cantonese, korean, japanese, icelandic, italian, arabic, and polish fluently

[graphicallysam]

Para: A Saturday with the Twins

Who: Sam and Mercedes

When: Saturday, 13 Nov 2010

Where: Evans' Home

What: Samcedes babysit the twins

Mercedes had gotten the text earlier in the day that Sam was in need of backup with his twin siblings.  Two against one were not fair odds when it came to tiny people that could team up on you, so she was more than happy to help.  She had met Stevie & Stacy at the football games when his family came to watch Sam play. She thought they were adorable, and Stevie was practically a carbon copy of Sam.  It also didn’t hurt that she liked kids.

Her mom let her drive to Sam’s house since she had her permit. She could get her license in another few weeks after her birthday, so every last bit of practice would do her good.  Once there, she grabbed her purple backpack out of the trunk and headed up to the door, ringing the doorbell.  She had packed her brother’s old Sega Genesis system that had a bunch of fun games the twins could try like Sonic and The Lion King.

Normally, Sam didn’t mind babysitting his siblings, but at five-years-old, they were like The Rugrats on crack. They pretended to be all innocent and sweet with their parents and around Quinn and stuff, but when it was just Sam by himself, they were The Kindergartners from Recess. Quinn was busy with a church thing or maybe a thing with her mom, Sam wasn’t entirely sure. So he sent out an SOS to Mercedes, hoping that she could save him, and when she agreed, he thanked God for taking mercy on him.

Since he’d started at McKinley, five months before, he’d made a lot of good friends. Finn had kind of invited him to be a part of his crew, which brought the unexpected but welcomed presence of Mercedes all of the time. Sam really liked Mercedes. She was one of his best friends at school, and they hung out all of the time when he wasn’t hanging with the guys or spending time with his girlfriend, Quinn. It was nice to have a friend that was into comics and video games and movies as much as he was. Not that Finn and Puck weren’t good for that kind of stuff, but it wasn’t quite the same. Mercedes just got it in a way no one else did. Quinn just wasn’t into the same things as him. She loved to read and spent most of her time with Rachel. They liked art museums and things he had no clue about. Sam liked art, but not that kind, and he hated reading because it didn’t come easily for him. Mercedes was just different than most of the people he’d met in Ohio. She didn’t think he was weird for speaking Na’vi, and she laughed at him impressions. Plus, she was really pretty, not that that mattered. He did have a girlfriend after all. It was just kind of a bonus.

The doorbell rang, breaking him from his thoughts and offering him salvation. He practically tripped over Stevie as they both rushed for the door. Luckily, height and gravity were on his side. So he got to the knob first and pulled it open as he shoved his brother out of the way. “Hey, Mercedes,” he said with an exhausted grin. “Ignore the mess. The twins promised they’d clean up like thirty minutes ago.”

“We’re still playing,” Stevie explained. He glanced at Mercedes, smiling shyly. “Hi, ‘Cedes!” He waved and then took off running.

“Hey, stop running in the house,” Sam called to him and sighed when his brother was out of sight. “Sorry...come in.” He stepped aside and let her in. Sam’s house was generally neat, but it always looked lived in. Both of his parents grew up on ranches in Tennessee and believe a house should look homely. But they were strict about chores, and the twins had toys scattered everywhere that would need to be cleaned up before they got home.

“Hey Sam,” she smiled brightly as he opened the door, his always adorable face saying more than he needed too in regards to the mayhem his siblings were putting him through today.  Sam had become one of her closest guy friends in lightning speed it seemed. He was so much fun to be around, he always made her smile. Whether he was doing impressions or talking with passion about his fave comic, he was just a really endearing person to be around, and she was happy that he and Quinn had started dating.  She knew he’d get a gorgeous girlfriend because he was fine as heck!

When she saw Stevie peek around Sam, she waved at him, laughing softly as he took off running. “If there weren’t toys around all over the place I’d be concerned honestly. Worried the twins got abducted by pod people or something.” She loved the Evans home, it was the perfect mix of comfy, inviting, and decorative. She loved looking at the pictures of Tennessee they had on the wall, and of course the family pictures as well.  “So, you ready to make a bet?  I bet I can get them to clean up their things in the next 10 minutes.  If I win, you have to let me and Stacey braid your hair.  If I lose...well, what do you want if I lose?”

Chuckling at the pod people comment because honestly, he’d probably think they were pod people too. They walked towards the family room, and he nearly tripped over a toy truck. “Yeah, we can make that bet...I don’t know how you’re gonna do it without mind control.” He stopped when the reached the room and looked at her. “You have to show me how to beat that one part of Asura’s Wrath.”

“A girl never tells her secrets, but I suppose I can help you out with the game,” she replied as she sat her backpack over by the entertainment center, out of the way of the twin tornadoes.  “Now watch me work my magic,” She gave him a wink before she scrolled through her song list and found “Moves Like Jagger” by Maroon 5. The beat would get the kiddies moving, and she could make up lyrics that would cover up any suggestive stuff.  “Whoever gets finished picking up the toys first gets to pick something awesome out of my magic backpack.” She sang.

Sam rolled his eyes playfully. One day, he’d get her to show him even if he lost this bet. He wondered what she was up to when she went into her bag and was a little confused when she pulled out her iPod. He watched her curiously as the twins came running into the room to see what she was doing. She promised them a treat, and he was pretty sure that he’d never seen them so eager to clean up.

Mercedes was pretty good with kids. She babysat to earn extra money and had a nice clientele list. The majority of them were people in her church, and a few in her neighborhood.  She sang along to the music, dancing with the twins in between their battle to get the toys put away the fastest.  “The key to cleaning up is to make it fun, or to make it a competition.  If you can do both, you can do almost anything.” She said with a soft chuckle.

Once the twins had completed the tasks, she took out the Sega Genesis and the games, and then she handed them both coloring books with the special markers that would only work in the coloring books.  “I also brought some oatmeal chocolate chip cookies, but I’m pretty sure you can’t have any until after dinner.”  Last thing the twins needed was sugar in them right now, the hyper little cuties.

It wasn’t that the twins were bad, but it was almost impressive that she could get them to do what they were supposed to with a song and promise of a treat. His mom did similar things, but it  didn’t work when he tired. He nodded at the advice and gave her a grateful smile. “Thanks...you’re gonna be a great mom someday,” he commented before realizing what he’d said. “I mean...when we grow up,” he added lamely. Luckily, Stevie distracted him with a question so he had something else to focus on.

“Can’t we just have a half a cookie?” Stevie questioned, tilting his head to the side like a curious puppy as he spoke.

Stacy’s green eyes widened. “Mommy said no dessert before dinner!”

“Stacy,” Stevie whined, glaring at his sister.

Sam tried to hide his amused grin before he sobered a little. “Hey, hey...she’s right. No dessert before dinner, bud. You know that,” he said gently, hoping to kill the fight before it started. “Mercedes already gave you a nice treat. You should say thank you again and enjoy it.”

“Thank you,” the twins said in unison before going back to coloring.

She smiled, shaking her head slightly. “I’m not having kids until I’m at least 30. I’ve got so much I want to try and do, so when I finally settle down, I’ll be able to be a really good mommy.  Maybe.  I’ll have to get a husband and all that first, but yeah.” She ducked her head slightly, feeling a little silly talking about something that far off.

She sat down on the couch, thinking of a way to change the subject. “Oh, are you going to enter the art contest?” There was a contest to come up with a new school logo for tshirts and other school merchandise.  “I bet you’d do awesome at that.” She knew it wasn’t exactly his style of art, but he was good at a lot of styles.

Sam loved his art. He loved drawing and creating things in Photoshop. He even had his own Deviantart account, but he was still kind of shy about it. He’d only ever shared his stuff with a few people. She was one of them. “I don’t know. I don’t think I want to…” he said, ducking his head.

“That’s okay,” she smiled encouragingly. “I just want you to know that I think you’re good enough to win. Sometimes it’s nice to know that other people think you’re good at something you really love, you know?” She hoped that made sense.  “Do you still want to go to Wizard Con with me and Royce in the summer?”

“Thanks, Mercedes, that means a lot.” It wasn’t that Quinn wasn’t supportive of him and his art. She was, a lot, but it still felt nice to hear Mercedes say it. He really believed she believed he could win. Maybe he’d submit something secretly just in case it didn’t get picked. Then no one would know. “Yeah, I totally still wanna go.”

“Sweet! Start talking to your parents now, that way you have time to negotiate a deal if necessary.” She grinned. “Royce is very responsible and trustworthy so hopefully they’ll be okay with it.  Do you think you’re going to dress up or anything? Royce wants to go as Jax from Mortal Kombat.”  She peered over the back of the couch, checking on the twins who were still engrossed in their coloring books.

Sam was suddenly really stoked. He couldn’t wait for the summer to get there. “I don’t think they’ll be too strict. It’s just like a day or two right? I think since you’re brother’s going too then they know I’m not sneaking away with you,” he joked, but his mind immediately went to what it might be like to sneak away before he pushed the thought away. He had a girlfriend. He shouldn’t be thinking like that. “Oohhhh maybe I should go a Sub Zero.”

She nodded her head. “Yep. We can get two day passes and drive both days, but my dad might let us use his points for a free hotel room, maybe. We’ll have to work out all the details to see. Plus I don’t want Quinn to feel weird about that, so...yeah, definitely would have to get 2 hotel rooms, just so the parents and girlfriends don’t think we’re acting inappropriately.”  She felt her cheeks get super warm. “Not that that is remotely a concern, but parents are weird about things like that.”  A subject change was very much in order right now.  “Oh that would be cool! All the pictures will be taken.”

“Yeah, my parents would definitely think that's weird. Not Quinn though, you don't have to worry about that. She knows we’re just friends,” he said as a reassurance, but he didn't add that Quinn didn't know he was attracted to Mercedes or that he would've asked her out if he hadn’t ended up with her first. He’d never cheat on her or anything, but Mercedes was hot. And Sam really liked her.

“Quinn never has to worry about things like that, she’s easily one of the top prettiest girls in school.” She smiled as Stacy showed her the picture she had finished. “That’s amazing! You’re going to be as good as your big brother if you keep that up.”  She turned her attention back to Sam, amused at how much of a baby face he had.  His parents made very attractive kids. “But Santana is the hottest, I’m under best friend contract to say that.” She chuckled.

“True, she’s beautiful, but she’s not the only beautiful girl at school,” Sam replied looking at her as she looked at his siblings. She really had no idea how beautiful she was, he thought. Her compliment to his sister really made the little girl happy, and he was grateful he'd called her over. “Santana's hot, but she's not really my type.”

“Santana is a lot to handle, but she’s a really nice person. I went through this phase where I wanted her to marry my brother when she got older so she would be my sister.  I was a little kid, so don’t judge.” She smiled.  “You have a type? Well, I mean it’s obviously Quinn. So that means you like smart, sophisticated, and beautiful girls. Which makes sense, I can totally see that.”  She jumped slightly. “Oh, I forgot that I brought you something too!” She got up and headed over to her backpack.  “Stevie and Stacy, has Sam been a good big brother today?”

Sam mouth bowed into a wide grin as she told him the story about wanting Santana to marry her brother, but when she asked if he had a type, she was talking so fast that she didn't give him a chance to respond. He couldn't really say that Quinn wasn't the only kind of girl that fit into that category. He just ended up nodding and biting back a sigh. Then she walked over to her bag again, saying she had a surprise for him, and he waited in his spot to see what she had.

“I guess so,” Stevie replied after tilting his head in thought at the question.

Stacy, on the other hand, was always Sam’s biggest cheerleader. She nodded emphatically. “Sammy’s the bestest big brother.”

Mercedes adored Sam, but she did not want to hear him wax poetic on all the ways Quinn was the epitome of perfection. She knew it was silly, but the only person she could deal with the whole I love my boyfriend/girlfriend stuff from was Tana, and she never did that anyway.  She probably wouldn’t feel that way when she got her own boyfriend, but that was probably never going to happen before she graduated high school.  She chuckled softly at Stevie’s response, shaking her head a little. Stacy’s response didn’t surprise her at all.  “Well then, I suppose I can give him these since he’s the bestest.”  She pulled out an Avengers comic book and handed it to him.  “I hope you don’t have this one. I saw it and thought you’d like it.”   She knew he wasn’t a fan of reading regular books, but he really liked comics.

He wasn’t sure what she was handing him until he could see the cover properly. He looked down at the colorfully drawn graphics before him, and he expression changed from amused to amazed and surprised. “Whoa...I didn’t get this one! Holy-” He cut himself off when he remembered his siblings were in the room. “-heck! You didn’t have to do that!” He reached out and pulled her into a tight hug, careful not to crush his new prized possession, then stepped back again.

“What is it?” Stevie asked as he hurried to his brother’s side. Stacy was right behind him, and he leaned down to show them.

Sam’s expression was so freaking adorable that she wished she had thought to take a picture of him. She was usually pretty good at picking out gifts for her friends, so she was very happy she had gotten Sam’s right.  When he hugged her, Mercedes felt like the room had just jumped up a million degrees in temperature and she was super thankful that he stepped back so she could actually take a breath to get her senses in order.  Why did she feel like couldn't breath when he got that close?

While the Evans kids were busy checking out the comic, she busied herself with connecting the Sega Genesis to the tv.

Eventually, Sam took the comic to his room to read later and headed back into the family room where Mercedes was hooking up her Sega. The twins had moved into the room and were now coloring at the coffee table. So he sat down on the floor closer to the tv and picked up a controller. “What are we playing today?”

“Only the classics of course,” she had brought all the Sonic games, ToeJam & Earl, Golden Axe, Street Fighter 2, and Lion King for the kids. “I figure I can kick your butt at Street Fighter for a bit.” She was a pro at trash talking over video games, she had learned that from Royce.  She sat down next to him, but not too close.

Sam’s grin grew. He was impressed by her trash talking skills. She was seriously one of the fiercest gaming competitors he’d ever met. So he was ready to try his hardest to beat her in Street Fighter 2. “You’re on. I hope I don’t send you home crying.” He said before settling in to play.

#char: mj #para #para 002 #samcedes rp

[chthoniclove]

“Hey... let’s date.”

part 10 of my “Hey… let’s ________” drabble series! enjoy ✨ ((only 5 more parts!! akshgjsdf))

I’ll be posting one every week! so please anticipate (:

“Hey… let’s ________” mini masterlist [x]

Confused… that was one way to describe how you felt every time Jinyoung placed a hand on your waist, or held your hand in a crowd, or when he did that thing where he smiled so wide his eye whiskers would appear… at you.

Throughout term break, it seemed to you that there was definitely something going on between you and him… you just didn’t exactly know what. If the unnecessarily long moments of eye contact or the lingering touches between the two of you was anything to go by, it was clear you had both crossed the line between best friends and something much, much more intimate.

If Jinyoung noticed this however, he surely didn’t mention it.

“I can feel you thinking from here. What’s going on in that head of yours?” Jinyoung teased from across the kitchen counter as you watched him shuffle around, preparing lunch. His parents were out for the day so it was just you and him; an arrangement you found yourselves in quite often since arriving in Jinhae.

“Huh?” you mumbled, feigning ignorance.

“Your eyebrows are all scrunched up and your lips are pursed… that’s your thinking face.” you smiled, hand coming up to graze the skin between your eyebrows. It never failed to amuse you, how much you both knew each other. I guess that’s what 11 years of friendship does to you… you end up knowing the other person better than you know yourself.

“You caught me.” you admitted, hands going up in playful surrender as a soft laugh escaped his lips. Perhaps it was now or never.

“I don’t know…” you started, twirling your thoughts around in your head to try and get them out coherently, “I was just thinking about how our relationship dynamic has changed.”

Turning off the stove he spun around and leaned against the counter, a bemused expression gracing his features. “What do you mean?”

He was biting his lip, something he did when he was either nervous or thinking.

“I’m not really sure myself. Listen, it’s probably not even that important.” you brushed off with a strained laugh, running your fingers through your hair. It seemed Jinyoung wasn’t done with the conversation because as you looked up you found him right in front of you, eyebrows furrowed and lips pursed—much like you were when he called you out.

“No, I want to know what you mean.” he said seriously, inching closer and closer until he was practically standing between your legs as you sat on the island stool. The proximity was suffocating yet intoxicating, the urge to pull him closer becoming alarmingly obtrusive.

“I like you, Jinyoung.” you breathed, eyes caught on his whilst your heart thumped manically in your chest. “And I feel like you might like me too.”

Jinyoung sighed of relief, mouth upturned in a tender smile as his hand went up to caress your cheek. You nearly choked then, overwhelmed by the sudden affection but all the while craving more.

“You’re so silly.” he murmured, then dipped his head down carefully to brush his lips against yours, giving you the chance to push him away if you wanted. Instead you leaned upward, pressing into the kiss harder.

He pulled away slowly, eliciting a soft whine from the back of your throat, but you looked up at him anyway. He had a grin on his face, eyes lit up as he stared down at you fondly.

“What?” you pouted. If he could just lean back down a couple inches…

“I like you, (Y/N).” he stated giddily. You giggled then, reaching up to pull him down, placing your lips on his once again.

It was intoxicating, his kisses, and you found yourself not wanting to let go. His hands found your waist as your own weaved their way through his hair, and suddenly you were all too aware of how much you had really wanted this. With his tongue he parted your lips, hand squeezing at your sides to provoke a gasp to grant him access into your mouth. Somehow both erotic and sweet, he kissed you like he was proving a point; and if it was a point he was making, he sure as hell succeeded.

When you finally parted, you couldn’t stop smiling.

“You’re really red.” he chuckled, pinching your cheeks lightly as you flushed even darker.

“Stop it…” you grumbled, though the smile never left your face.

“So… what exactly is this?” you mumbled against his chest later, the two of you curled up in the sheets of his old bed.

“What do you want this to be?” he asked softly, thumb drawing circles on your lower back.

You thought about his question carefully, thinking of all the times you had found yourself wanting just a little bit more from your platonic relationship, or when jealousy bit at your insides as you watched him converse with girls much prettier than you could ever imagine yourself to be, or even when you were with Ji Suk and how despite being there for you, you always found yourself running to Jinyoung. It was only a matter of time before you finally admitted to yourself that you had been in love with Park Jinyoung from the beginning; you just didn’t realise it.

“I think…” you muttered shyly, fingers idly playing with the fabric of his tshirt, “I think I want us to be official? I want… I want to call you my boyfriend.”

“Okay.” Jinyoung whispered, tugging at your chin so you were facing him.

“Okay?” you questioned, confused.

“Yeah. Let’s date.” he said simply, laughing lightly at your bewildered expression.

“Uhm, nuh uh! Yah Park Jinyoung if you’re going to ask me out then do it properly!” you protested, jumping up onto your knees so you were facing him better.

Jinyoung grinned, amused, and pushed himself onto his elbows. “Fine, how about ‘hey… let’s date.’? I even made it into a proper question!”

You let out a sound of disbelief, hitting him on the shoulder halfheartedly as you fought back a smile.

“Jinyoung~” you whined before you were flipped onto your back, a very satisfied Jinyoung hovering over you. You frowned at him, refusing to let your smile break through, but when he started giving you eskimo kisses there was no way you could maintain composure.

You called his name again, giggling against his cheek whilst he kissed all over your face and before you knew it you had forgotten what you were sulking about in the first place.

Slightly lost in the moment, revelling in the soft caresses of Jinyoung’s plump lips, you almost missed his murmured question.

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

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Joker & I

Being Joker’s Girl

Joker x Y/N, Joker x Reader

Summary: You spotted Joker dancing down the stairs, and were forever smitten with him...he’s broken out...what will happen now.

You woke up with a start. Your heart was racing and were out of breath. You dreamt that the cops had pinched Joker again. It made you feel lost.

Looking beside you, he was still soundly asleep. He was on his back, his make-up smudged from their passions. You could only imagine how your face looked. Sitting there, the moonlight had crawled in and your eyes adjusted. Now, you could look at him, and not worry about him catching you, you finally took in a few of his scars. They saddened you, during the course of his trial you found out that his mother had let him be abused. What woman could do that?

Feeling thirsty, you carefully got up, grabbing his t-shirt and retrieving a pair of his pajama pants you made it to the kitchen and poured yourself some juice in one of the new cups.

Going back to his room, you closed the door and sat in his chair sipping the juice. He had rolled over to his side, the other night when he had done that he had pulled her close.

“Y/N,” you barely could hear him say your name. You actually had thought, he had just murmured in his deep sleep. “Y/N, where ...?” He asked and patted your side of the mattress.

You put your mug down and went over. “I’m here....I’m here.”

Strands of his hair were in his face as he looked up in the direction of her voice.

In his half sleep cloaked face, he looked so lost. You slipped back out of his pants and crawled back beside him. “There you are.”

He slightly leaned against you as he pulled you close to his side. “I’m here.” You say softly, then you take one of his hands and kiss his palm.

Laying back down, he rested his head on your chest, inhaling deeply all you could smell his special scent, it made you both happy and excited. You let your fingers drift through his strands before exhaustion once again weighed heavily on you and it consumed you.

When you awoke again, thunder erupted in the sky above. A familiar chuckle, filled your ears after. “Morning, Red. It appears a little thunderstorm startles you.”

You rub one your eyes, yawning. “Only because I didn’t expect it.” You smiled as you saw Joker watching you, much like you had the night before.

“That is a good point, to be fair.” He seemed to just seemed to soaking you in. “I have some good news, the boys are not here at the moment, we have the house to ourselves.”

Delight coursed through you. Not till he said it did you realize how much you wanted time with just him, not wanting to worry about any of them.

“So I want you to come with me.”

You stretched under him, then smiled. “Alright, what are we doing?”

“Let’s wash off last night.” He chuckled again, “you’re just like a kitten after sleeping all day.” He smiled.

“Ok.” Getting up, you followed him to the bathroom. A bath was drawn.

Looking in the mirror, you giggled. Your hair was wild like a lion’s mane his makeup, your own makeup was a smear of colors.

Gently, you stepped in and Joker stepped in and sat with on the edge. He grabbed some of the wash. Soon naturally, he washed up your arms and back. You grabbed some soap and washed your face you opened one eye, “did get it all?”

“Look towards me.” Then with gentle hands he washed your face and rinsed it. “There we go, now your hair.” You sighed enjoying his fingers in your hair as he washed and rinsed it.

You looked at him over your shoulder. “Your turn.”

When you came across the first scar you gave it a kiss. “Y/N.” He finally said.

You met his eyes, “The past is where it is. We opened a new chapter in our lives, yesterday. Leave that one closed.”

“It will be hard.” He swallowed. “A half smiled crooked upward. “I will try.”

“Good.”

The water turned green as you washed and rinsed his dark strands. Draining it out, you both grabbed towels. “I am so glad we bought these.” You saw him take out a razor and shaving cream. Kissing his shoulder, you went back to his room and got dressed in the new dress you bought while you were in Gotham’s market enjoying the spoils from the banks. You tidied the blankets and pillows so it looked like a made bed once again. You put out the clothes for him to wear while you went around to but stuff for the hideout.

Drawing your hair up into a ponytail, you stopped by the bathroom to find him shaving the shadow that had darkened his face. “I will make us some breakfast.”

He met your eyes in the mirror and nodded. “Sounds good.”

Distantly, you heard him discuss with someone about meeting at the Galleria in Metropolis. You had only been there once and at night. Would be nice to go there and get out of Gotham.

You went about putting on some coffee, taking out a pot you warmed some milk for the oatmeal he always seemed to have on hand, and brought out a few cookies that the men had not inhaled.

“What is this???” You heard Joker, call outrage filled his voice. “I said, “What is this?”

You turned and squeezed your lips together so not to laugh. He was holding up the baseball cap and the tshirt for the Gotham Gators.

You shrugged, “You need to blend in when we go to the mall.”

His eyes narrowed at you. “Good idea. But I will not like wearing this stuff.” Sometime later he came out in jeans and the items.

“Damn,” Was all you could say, you went over and put the oatmeal and his cup of coffee. “Here you go.”

He shook his head. “How do people wear these?” He pulled off the baseball cap.

You shrugged and sat next to him with your own breakfast.

“Y/N, I was wondering, can you drive?”

You nodded. “My uncle made sure despite living here in Gotham, that I always knew how to take care of myself. So I know how to drive stick and standard. Why?”

Joker, now shrugged. “Maybe you can show me one day.”

****

“What the fuck are you wearing boss?” Paul asked once he twirled a seat around and joined them at the table. He eyed the baseball cap.

Joker, looked at him annoyance splashed across his face. “It’s a disguise.”

“Oh.” He paused and shook his head. “So how are we doing this today?”

Joker, took a deep sip of his coffee. “We’re driving with you to Metropolis. Henry and Michael are bringing their vans for us to fill up. We then come back here.”

Paul, nodded. “That’s solid.”

****

“Ever been to Metropolis boss?”

Joker shook his head. “Never had an interest.”

Paul, looked back at you, the look gave you chills. You still didn’t like what he did to you when he broke out Joker. You were nice to him, since he helped Joker escape.

“Only at night, I drove through it with my uncle for a gig.”

“Well, it’s like Gotham only cleaner.” He shrugged. “Their newspaper is huge there.” He smiled to himself. “One of their reporters is especially nice on the eyes.”

****

Umph, you let out a heavy sigh as you helped pushed in the box for the ottoman then that was followed by boxes for a few tables, a tv, a few bed frames including the one that would be for Joker’s bed. In the other van, it was filled with lamps, chairs, appliances and a few rolled up carpets.

****

You were happy to say that Joker and had let you wander about a bit in doing so you got him some things. Lastly, she grabbed a few things that she could keep there. Those bags you stowed in the back seat where you sat in Paul’s car. When you were done putting the bags there you gasped as you found Joker seating again in the passenger seat. “Are we leaving?” You had not heard him.

“Soon.”

You went over to Joker’s side of the car. You saw him handling a gun. Which he then quickly stowed back in the glove compartment of Paul’s car. You raised, your eyebrows. “Everything ok?”

“Yes.” He took a step so that he right in front of you. Reaching behind you, he pulled out the ponytail. He smiled as your hair fell in waves around your shoulders. “I like your hair down.”

You smiled up at him. “I prefer it that way too.” Bringing a finger under your chin he tilted your face up more, and he gave you a quick kiss.

“If you are ever unhappy, you tell me alright?” You nod. “Good.”

****

You couldn’t get over the long empty stretches of road between Gotham and Metropolis. There were not even farms.

“Paul, can you pull over?”

“Sure thing boss.”

With a rumble and a crunch of gravel the car came to a stop.

“Y/N, why didn’t you put your bags in the trunk?”

You couln’t help but shrug.

“Paul, can you put Y/N’a bags in the trunk?”

Paul, looked at him and then you, he shrugged. You climbed out and helped take out the bags. “Y/N, you are not so bad.” Paul said to you.

“Thank you.” In you he uncoiled a very ill at ease feeling. You didn’t want or need his approval.

A loud crack, made you jump and scream without even thinking. You opened your eyes, which you had not realized you had closed. Your heart was racing. Despite being in that silly t-shirt but the jeans and dark shoes, he looked good. He finally lowered his hand. Then it dawned on you. Looking down, you saw Paul dead at your feet.

“You killed him.” You looked between Paul and Joker.

A wicked grin curled his lips. “I did.” He tucked the gun behind him. “I did not like how he treated you when he broke me out.”

“I didn’t either.” Without thinking, you immediately went along side Paul’s body and pushed it. Pushing it again, it finally rolled on its own accord and disappeared down the embankment.

His grinned widened even more. “Come here kitten.” He beckoned to you, you dusted your hands off and happily went over.

He put his arms around you, “I told you, your mine.” He looked down and wrapped his arms around you. “No one will ever treat you badly ever again.” He crushed his lips into yours then.

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