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blu-joons · 1 year
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When He Takes Your Child To The Studio ~ 2PM Reaction
Jun.K:
A frown formed on Minjun’s face as your son struggled to catch his breath once again after being chased around the studio by Nichkhun and Junho.
His hand rested on his head as he watched everything, “how am I supposed to explain all this energy to Y/N when we get home?”
“Just tell her that Y/S/N had the best time with his uncles,” Junho suggested, offering a wide smile across in Minjun’s direction as he chuckled.
“He won’t sleep tonight like this,” Minjun told them all.
Another chuckle came from Junho as your son jumped on him, “unfortunately whether Y/S/N sleeps tonight or not is not our problem, that’s your issue.”
“Just help me out,” Minjun pleaded with them all, “if you keep him this excited then he’ll be bouncing on the ceilings, and I’ll have Y/N on my back for it too.”
“Stop being so scared of Y/N,” Wooyoung couldn’t help but tease too, “she’s not as scary as you think sometimes.”
“Try messing with her sleep schedule,” Minjun warned them, “and that’s what you’re doing now.”
“That’s a you issue I’m afraid Min.”
Nichkhun:
The volume in the studio quickly got louder as Nichkhun walked in, holding your daughter’s hand tightly as her legs excitedly bounced as she looked around.
Straight away, Wooyoung knelt down and opened his arms out to her. “Well, isn’t this a nice surprise,” he smiled, waving at her.
“Surprise,” Nichkhun laughed as he let her hand go, watching as she immediately ran over to Wooyoung, throwing herself against his chest.
“Since when was Y/D/N coming today?” Minjun teased.
Nichkhun shrugged as the rest of the boys walked over to him, “since Y/N got called into a meeting this morning and her parents are on holiday.”
“Maybe we can include Y/D/N in the routine,” Junho smirked, nudging against Nichkhun’s side, “people are bound to love our stage if we use Y/D/N in the middle of it.”
“She’s not here to dance,” Nichkhun reminded them all, “she definitely takes after Y/N when it comes to dance anyway.”
“Oh no,” Taecyeon smirked, unable to hold back his laughter, “we’ve all seen Y/N dancing.”
“Exactly, it’s not what any of us need.”
Taecyeon:
You smiled sheepishly as you knocked on the door of the studio, catching Taecyeon’s eye straight away as your son went running across in his direction.
The rest of the boys chuckled as they read you like a book. “I don’t suppose you guys mind doing me a massive favour, do you?”
“You want us to look after Y/S/N?” Junho chuckled as Taecyeon picked your son up and sat him in his lap. “Do we look like babysitters to you by any chance?”
“I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t desperate,” you assured them.
Taecyeon’s head nodded back across at you, “you’re lucky that we’ve not really been doing much anyway, how long do you think you’ll be?”
“Not long,” you promised all six of them, “he’s fed and he’s got a drink in his bag so you guys don’t have to do a thing, just sit him down and let him watch you.”
“It’s not that easy,” Taecyeon roared with laughter in reply to you, “he’ll be up and running around in no time at all.”
“Sorry,” you whispered, “but just know that I really appreciate you guys doing this for me.”
“We’ll get you back for this Y/N!”
Wooyoung:
Several sniggers came from around the studio as your daughter went toppling to the ground, stumbling over her feet as she tried her best to copy Wooyoung.
He leant down and quickly helped her up, with Chansung on the other side. “What would Y/N say about you doing this?”
“Doing what?” Wooyoung innocently smiled back across at him, “Y/D/N is constantly asking me to teach her how to dance, what better place than the studio?”
“Does Y/D/N really ask you though?” Chansung teased.
Wooyoung’s head nodded confidently as he brushed your daughter down, “you just think I’m forcing Y/D/N to be a dancer like me, don’t you?”
“We all do,” Chansung admitted, looking around the studio. “I mean is Y/N really sick or was that just an excuse to bring Y/D/N along and teach her some more.”
“Y/N is ill…a little bit,” Wooyoung insisted, “but I guess maybe she could have looked after Y/D/N today, not me.”
“You can’t force your daughter into being a dancer,” Chansung chuckled across at him.
“Don’t let Y/N hear you say that.”
Junho:
A pout formed on Junho’s face as he heard the giggle of your son yet again, with Nichkhun pulling a funny face to try and tickle your son’s funny bones.
As he watched, Junho’s expression caught Minjun’s attention. “Are you not coming over?” Minjun shouted over to him.
“You guys don’t need me,” Junho whispered, “you seem like you’re doing a good enough job of keeping him entertained without me needing to be there.”
“You’re not jealous are you, Jun?” Minjun asked him.
Junho’s head shook back across at him, “why would I be jealous of you guys? You’re making my life easier by taking care of Y/S/N instead of me needing to.”
“Are you sure?” Minjun pushed, sensing from how hurried Junho’s response was that he wasn’t quite as fine as he was trying to convince the boys he was.
“You guys carry on,” Junho insisted, biting down on his bottom lip to try his best to control the expression on his face.
“Feel free to join us,” Minjun smiled, “you know deep down Y/S/N likes his daddy the best.”
“He’s fond of his uncles too.”
Chansung:
You raised a questionable glance at Chansung as soon as you walked into the studio, watching as your daughter  rolled around on the floor, kicking and screaming.
An apologetic smile formed on his face as he looked across at you. “I thought you said that you’d take care of Y/D/N.”
“I am taking care of Y/D/N,” he quickly replied to you in protest, “I just forgot to mention that I’d require the help of five other people to take care of Y/N too.”
“She’s in good hands,” Taecyeon called out across to you.
Your head shook as your daughter’s loud giggles could be heard once again. “You know she has a dad to wind her up without needing a fun uncle too.”
“At least she’ll sleep tonight,” Chansung reasoned, nudging his hip against yours. “You needed someone to take care of her, and look at that smile on her face.”
“I guess she does enjoy hanging out with you,” you murmured, catching Chansung’s smug smile out of the corner of your eye.
“See,” he chuckled, “and all of the boys have loved having her here too Y/N.”
“They look more tired than you do.”
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chicken-fifi · 6 months
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Artist / Character: Taecyeon (2pm)
Title: Handle It
Prompt: overstimulation (NSFW)
Warnings: creampies, riding, squirting, cursing, orgasm, fem!reader, unprotected sex, let me know if i missed anything in this drabble
Requested by: @steph0707
Tagging: @kyuprincess
You moaned loudly as you bounced on Taecyeon’s cock, involuntary clenching around him every time you paused trying to gather your strength to continue. To be fair, he wasn’t doing much better. The two of you had lost track of how many times you’d cum over the course of the entire night. Only the wet stickiness between your thighs and displayed on his lower body was a key to the amount of pleasure each orgasm had provided.
Taecyeon groaned loudly against your neck as he rutted against you stilling as he spilled his seed inside of you once more.He bit your neck as his hand smacked the curve of your ass, gripping the plump flesh tightly before making your move once more beginning the action that had him giving you everything he could offer. Your thighs shook as his other hand rubbed circles against your clit making you squirt once again.
“I don’t think I can handle another round,” you whined as you came down from your high, another pleasant form of pressure quickly forming in your lower stomach as he met each and every single one of your bounces. “Taec-”
“You can handle it,” he grunted. “I know you can handle it, Baby.”
And so you did, creampie after creampie, squirt after squirt, you handled it. Even if at the end of the night you were so fucked out you couldn’t think straight or even walk.
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biaswreckingfics · 1 year
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Nichkhun + something suggestive or smut?? Please ;)
Nichkhun + Suggestive -I'm so sorry this took 800 years, and I hope it reaches the person who requested it!! ❤️❤️-
(You're not as quiet as you think you are.)
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When you take a sip of your wine, you notice Nichkhun staring at you over the rim of your glass. His eyes sparkle as he watches you slowly sip the fruity liquid. The alcohol paired with the warmth of his gaze sends a shiver racing down your spine. This isn't the first time Nichkhun has admired you, but it's the first time he's done it so openly and you're a little taken back.
Taecyeon's voice pulls your attention away from Nichkhun and your focus returns to the rest of the table. A group of you were gathered in the hotel's restaurant, having dinner together after a long day of sightseeing and exploring a foreign city. You try to focus on whatever story Taecyeon is telling, but your eyes are continuously drawn back to Khun's.
The way he's watching you with a knowing smile like he knows all of your secrets unnerves you. What is going on with him?
The two of you have flirted in the past, even shared a kiss or two, but neither of you has gone farther than that. You don't know if it's because you've both enjoyed the game you've got going on or if it's because this is just a fun flirtation to pass the time. All you do know is that if he's ready to step the game up, so are you.
You excuse yourself to go to the bathroom, eyeing Khun but not expecting much. He smirks but allows you to go off on your own. Continuing with your plan, you enter the bathroom and freshen yourself up a bit. Admiring what you see in the mirror, you feel confident that you look good tonight, and maybe that's why Nichkhun can't seem to keep his eyes off of you.
With a final glance at yourself, you exit the bathroom and find Nichkhun leaning against the wall. Startled, you jump slightly and send him a glare causing him to smirk.
"Like you weren't expecting me to be here when you came out."
"Well, I certainly wasn't expecting you to be standing outside of the door like a creep."
He raises his brows. "I can go?"
Maintaining your composure, you ask, "Why did you follow me anyways?"
"Besides the fact that you wanted me to?" He sends you an amused look that quickly turns serious. "Maybe it's because I'm done playing this back-and-forth game we've got going on."
You swallow, slightly breathless. "What do you mean?"
"I mean," he takes a step toward you and trails his eyes up and down your body. "You're not as quiet as you think you are."
Confusion quickly takes over. What does that even mean?
Seeing your quizzical expression, Khun elaborates. "I heard you last night. I assume you were touching yourself with all the moans that were coming through the wall."
Your eyes widen while your heart stutters in your chest. Is he saying what you think he's saying? Did he really hear you last night? His room is next door to yours, but you didn't think the walls were that freaking thin.
"Funny thing is, I also heard you moaning my name. Over and over."
He backs you against the wall and moves against you until he's flush against your chest and you have to look up at him.
"So, what'll it be? My room or yours?" He asks before his eyes flash to the bathroom you just vacated. He suddenly grabs your hand and tugs you toward it. "Nevermind. I don't want to wait that long."
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dontflailmenow · 2 years
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Work? Who's That? I Don't Know Her.
pairing: junho x reader
genre: fluffffffffff. like give you a toothache fluff
warnings: pfft, none. except reader might need a new job if they make a habit of this
inspired by this photo which is 🥰🥰
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You’re not a morning person. Never have been. So forcing yourself to get up and actually out of bed when the alarm goes off in the morning - no matter whether it’s to a song, birdsong, or that annoying default tone on your phone - has always and continues to be a struggle.
Except, these days it’s even worse.
As you curse under your breath and hit the snooze button, you feel an arm wrap around your waist, drawing you back against the solid form of your boyfriend, who is now pressed against you from shoulders down. Instinctively, your arm comes up to cover his, hand finding his and lacing your fingers together. All of that first-thing-in-the-morning grumpiness just… floats away as you let yourself settle into the embrace.
This is why you have almost been late to work three times in the past week. Okay, so you have actually been late two of those three times, but who’s counting?
“Mm, good morning, beautiful,” comes his sleep-thickened voice and you can’t fight the happy sigh it elicits.
“Is it?” you say with a (not entirely) feigned pout, drawing his arm more tightly around you, pulling him even closer.
You hear a soft, sleepy chuckle, then he’s nuzzling against your nape, lips finding an exposed spot on your shoulder and pressing a gentle kiss there. “I get to wake up with you in my arms, so yeah,” he says and the warmth in his voice washes over you. “I’d say it’s a pretty good morning.”
Now you’re just whining, but your words come out half on a laugh as well. “Junho! You can’t say stuff like that!” Turning in his arms so you can face him and hook one of your arms around his torso, you bury your face against his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breaths and hearing the steady thump-thump of his heart beating beneath your cheek. “All I wanna do is stay here in your arms all day.”
Junho slides an arm under you as well, bringing you into a full embrace and stroking a hand through your hair. “So stay here in my arms all day,” he says so matter-of-factly.
You draw your head back just enough to meet his gaze, feeling all melty inside, and grin. “I should, shouldn’t I? I mean, what’s PTO for if not to use, righ–” Your words get cut off with a giggle because his expression is fully mischievous and he’s turning with you, you on your back as he reaches over you to grab your cell phone.
“You wanna call your boss and let her know or should I?”
Another happy laugh and you’re taking it from him, shaking your head. “I’ll do it, you goof.”
And you do call your boss.
And you get to spend the day snuggling up with your favorite person.
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kangnina · 1 month
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Timestamps Masterlist - MDNI
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hotdamnitsmoony · 2 months
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rip regulus black, you would’ve loved lizzy mcalpine
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ohimsummer · 2 months
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I joke about random things I post spontaneously blowing up but tbr that shit just tanks my motivation sometimes lol
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lavenoon · 1 year
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And he's just standing there, elevator music playing in his head as far as the world can judge
Pffft hahahaha, poor Horizon is just trying to process another Eclipse Animatronic.
Neon Eclipse: Does anyone else hear elevator music? Agent Viper: No, I hear it too. Thought I was imagining that. Horizon Eclipse: somehow playing elevator music from his voice box
Thank you for this wonderful image
: )
- Agent Viper
And on the side, you have Agent Neon wheezing at the entire thing too <3
Not canon because I'm not quite so mean to the boy, but you know those calls where you're on hold to boring music and every now and then some automated voice goes "Please stand by, we'll be with you shortly. Thank you for your patience" - imagine that, too, as he buffers FHDJS
In other news my brain is entirely fried from work but like hell I'll let that stop me
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hiimcanadia · 1 year
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No actual thought out joke in this entire series could ever be funnier than the lies song being written years before they introduced an entire character who’s purpose was lying
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chrollohearttags · 5 months
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cherry i’m not tryna increase ur workload but all the characters in the reverb universe so full of life 😭 idk i’d like to see like a small time stamp drabble series of a day in the life of them whether its ur ocs or the others KDKAKSK
bae omg not at all!!! 😭😭 I appreciate u sm. You know I love any excuse to write for those fools shkshs 🫶🏾 I REALLY love this idea too!
EJ: he starts his day depending on how his night before went! If he had a good session and turned in fairly early, then he’s up around 7AM. He showers, does his whole morning routine (shaving, doing his hair, the works. He’s in their for a hour). He’ll go for a run or workout..shower AGAIN. Then he gets breakfast (courtesy of his housekeeping or his sweetheart (y/n) and then he’s off to the studio. That’s around 12PM or so. He has his home ones but also one downtown so he’ll meet with people there. He tries to knock out at least a project a day. Whether that’s someone else’s works or his own music. He sometimes has meetings with AMG, appearances on shows, interviews, etc and gigs per his lovely manager. He’ll head out around 6 or 7, get back home and he’ll have dinner with (y/n). They’ll go out if it’s their date night or just stay in. Honestly, that’s the highlight of his day! Being cuddled and laid up with his girl.
Jean: Mr. Kirschtein loves his rest so he starts his day around 9PM. Mika is an early bird so she’s out of the house long before that. He gets his morning routine out of the way before heading into the office. Whilst he’s working on his new album, he’s taking sort of a backseat approach so he helps out with auditions, organizing album layouts, writing music and just overall mentoring new artists. He gets there around 10:30 or so and heads out around 3. It’s then that he heads to his home studio to practice with his band because they still have tour dates coming up. They go at it for a few hours, fine tuning their setlist for an upcoming show. He gets in an hour long workout (bc we all know he has to look his best on that stage while he’s up there being a s-l-u-t). He usually finishes up his day around 10 or 11 and then it’s time for bed.
Armin: well after he’s crawled out of the pile of women and liquor bottles from the night before, he does get down to business. He does a lot of producing, DJ’ing and club promoting so he gets the privilege of starting his day a lil later. He’ll head to one of the ritzy lounges downtown for brunch and often times with one of his pieces of arm candy by his side. While he’s enjoying mimosas and egg Benedict, his assistant is getting his schedule together. His interviews, his gigs for that evening and any other ventures. (not to mention canceling his fifty million dates he’s promised!) Armin is out at allll hours of the night so if he’s DJ’ing/promoting, he may arrive around 11PM and be there until 3 or 4 in the morning. Drinking and turning up the whole time.
(Y/N): My girl staaays booked and busy! Up around 6AM for a workout and morning routine. Comes back from the gym or in home one around 8AM to do her hair and makeup. Often times, her and Eren are meeting one another and they’ll have breakfast together before heading out. Sis does a lot of influencing (obv) work so she’ll film content for a few hours for TikTok and Insta. Reviews on clothes, makeup, hair, etc. depending on what was sent for the week. Mikasa will normally tell her what her gigs are for the week and helps her stay on schedule. Around 1 or 2PM, she’s meeting up with her girls for pole practice. They’ll usually do a live showing their routines and put together their sets for a show. If they have a concert they’re doing, they’ll get to the venue around 6 or 7 to run through their choreography and then once the concert is over, they head out for the night and sis goes right home to relax with a warm bath and her big teddy bear of a husband.
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melodramaschild · 1 year
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Immediate yes to that tattoo and piercing Drabble idea babe, in fact it isn’t even a yes it’s me begging for it
Based on me (so lots of neurodivergent and awkward)
Moder au
“Babe, I’m telling you, the whole conversation was… kinda weird.” Sirius said as he pulled his long hair into a high messy bun. “Do I look good?” He asked Remus and he nodded.
“What do you mean by weird?” Remus raised his eyebrow at his boyfriend as he was cleaning the chair.
“Well… she was way too nice.”
“And that’s weird?” Remus chuckled at that.
“She is calling me Mr. Black, she was… way too polite, has private Instagram and… she’s nice. Like, I never had this kind of conversation with my clients before.” Sirius thought. “And she lets me do my work! Like she send me the screen of my work and said that she wants it!”
Sirius was feeling enthusiastic about people admiring his work. But he really loved tattooing people with his work.
“Never heard you judging people like this, Mr. Black.” Remus joked as he hooked his fingers under Sirius’ chin. “I’m not judging,” Sirius frowned. “It’s mean to judge.” Remus tapped his chin with this thumb. “I’m not, she’s just… interesting.” “Yeah right.” Remus smiled and collected his lips with Sirius.
“Hi, can I help you somehow?” James asked you as you tripped over the door into the studio. “Fuck sorry.” You apologised to the door. Very good way how to make a good first impression.
“Yeah, hi there, hello.” You waved your hand at him and nervously chuckled. “I’m-I’m having an a-appointment on 2pm with M-Mr. Black.” You explained and swung on your heels.
James gave you back a warm smile. “Yes of course, you can leave your jacket here and I’ll talk to him.” James explained and disappeared in on of the room.
“You can come in.”
Sirius couldn’t help but smile a bit. He didn’t expect… the way you looked. He called this no-taste clothes. Without all judgment and bad meaning, of course. And you looked exactly like that. Like you don’t truly know your style so you just wear whatever you find in your closet or in the clothing shop.
You looked like a lost puppy who was hiding in the corner. It was even in your face. The look behind your eyes that made you look confused and scared.
“You must be Y/n, is that correct?” He asked and you nodded. “Yeah, nice to meet you, Mr. Black.” You said and handed him your hand for a proper greeting. He couldn’t help but grin. He didn’t meet people with hand shaking for very long time.
“Nice to meet you too Y/n.” He smiled. “Can we get you anything? Coffee, tea, some biscuit too?” James eyed you. “A tea is okay, thank you very much. A fruit one if you have.”
“Anything for you, dove.” James made you smile as he disappeared.
“So, since we have a bit of privacy. Please have a seat.” He pointed at the small black leather couch in the corner of the room. “So you chose my design, is that still correct?”
“Yes.”
“And the placement?”
“Uh, I don’t know how it’s specifically named.” You nervously scratched your ear. “It’s okay, you can describe it.” Sirius assured you and sunk into the couch, suddenly getting a bit shy as you had to describe it.
“It’s like between breasts but down the chest, you know. Like not fully on my tummy, but also on my breasts too.” Sirius mind went into oblivion. He wasn’t expecting some goody two shoes girl looking requesting that tattoo on this place.
His cheeks became bloody red. “We can do that.”
“Please take your top clothing off. Your bra too…” suddenly he felt so nervous. Like he never saw woman’s breasts before, like he never said this sentence in his work. “It’s because of the placement.” He nervously explained, like he needed to excuse himself and turned around to give you some privacy.
You smiled to yourself. Maybe you were shy that it was painful, but you really understood some things. You took off your clothing, carefully folding it and putting your bra on the top of it.
You wanted to scooped it in the corner of the couch, but what if someone is gonna come it and would like to sit there? You didn’t want to distribute some people by your clothes.
You didn’t even think about how irrational those thoughts were.
“Uh, where can I put my clothes?” You asked and Sirius turned around. And you were looking up at him like your life depended on him. Your hands were in front of you, holding your folded clothes like you were giving it to him, hiding your breasts that looked so hypnotizing to him.
“Oh,” he gasped. “You can leave it on the couch, angel.” It slipped so effortlessly that he wasn’t even ashamed of it. He felt how tensed you were. How awkward this situation felt, but you were so nice to him, your behaviour careful and light, even when your body posture looked like the opposite.
You placed your clothes back, brining your arms up to your chest to cover yourself. “I’m going to cover your breasts, I just need them to be as they are. You know… b-because-”
“I know,” you smiled at understanding. Sirius took a few napkins, fondling then in half and taping them together. “Could you please…?” Sirius pointed at your arms, suddenly he felt like a teenager who sees breasts for the first time. “Oh, yeah, sorry.” You said and quickly pulled your arms down.
Reliving your breasts at him and he felt how every thought of his is leaving him. Sirius’ eyes roamed all over your torso. From your pierced nipples to your bellybutton piercing and happy trail. And back to your face which told him how shy you got.
He saw many breasts at work weekly, maybe even daily but there was something about you that made him view you more than as another costumer.
“My hands may be a bit way too cold, so I apologise.” He suddenly murmured and you looked at away. You were looking into the wall as you felt his gloved cold fingers taping napkins over your breasts to cover you.
“Everything alright?”
“You’re cold, Mr. Black.” You chuckled and he felt like from now he has to do everything to hear your laugh again and again.
“Does it hurt?” He looked up at you from your breasts like every minute, just to sneak a glance at you to make sure you’re okay. “No, I’m okay, thank you.” You meekly said and he knew that you were lying a bit.
It’s not like this was your first tattoo, but it was a new place, it was large and you looked way too polite to complain.
“Just tell me if you need anything, alright?” He made sure and you nodded, swallowing the sharp pain that was creating on your ribs.
“…and you know, my mum is strict and religious so things like tattoos and piercings weren’t allowed. But now I’m adult and I have my own job and I live alone so I can do that.” You laughed at that like a little devil, bitting your tongue as you did.
“So rebellious?” Sirius smirked. He felt like he got onto your wave quickly. He was glad that he was able to get behind your shy walls.
“You make fun of it but actually yes. Who do you think that pierced my ears?”
Sirius stopped tattooing and looked up. There was at least 10 piercings in each ear. All those positions were right. Right in their spots as they were supposed to be, in angle they supposed to be, space between them as it was supposed. He was impressed.
“You?” He asked, his eyes widening. “Yeah, needles are ridiculously cheap. 40 needles for 1£? It made me experiment a lot.” You explained.
“Wait…” He thought, remembering his school years too. “You bought them in the pharmacy, right? Because piercing needles aren’t that cheap.” He did the same thing.
“Yes exactly.” You smiled. “So all alone?” He asked.
“Yeah, lots of them looked like a crap at the first try, so it took me all of those 40 needles to end up with something like this.” You felt a bit embarrassment to admit something like that. But your therapist said that it’s important not to be ashamed of your mistakes.
“Damn,” Sirius adjusted in his seat. “Brave girl.” He quickly pulled the picture of young Y/n living in strict religious household and doing her piercings in the middle of the night just to feel something.
He felt like he was slowly connecting to you. Like something deeper was connecting you both. But you didn’t know and he felt this urge to tell you that. Very few people knew that, but he felt safe with you.
“My mum…” He started.
“You okay?” He asked when he felt you tensed up underneath his touch. You shook your head and he immediately stopped. Putting down his gun and cooling down your skin with the back of his cold gloves. “What’s wrong, angel?” His head was hovering over yours and he saw a few tears escaping your eyes
“I’m so sorry, it hurt so much, I just didn’t expect it.” You quickly apologised and wiped your tears away. Suddenly feeling so small and embarrassed under his gaze.
“It’s okay, sweet girl. No need to apologise, alright? Let’s take a break.” He helped you sit up, holding your back in case your head would want to go spinny.
“Deep breathes, we have all the time in the world.” He promised and you took a deep shaky breath. “Here, drink up.” He handed you the fruit tea that was actually cold by now.
“Thank you.” You squeaked and nursed on the tea.
“I would like to say that we can stop, but that would make our tattoo unfinished.” He joked and you chuckled. Oh that sweet smile of yours, it’s gonna get him in trouble.
“No, I can do it.” You assured him and he smiled. “Knew you are brave.”
“Are you planning any piercings?” He asked as he was back on your skin.
“I actually do!” You tilted your head at him. You didn’t even wait for him and started talking. It felt like he found the right topic to talk about.
“I definitely want to get septum and tongue. I’m sure that both nostrils too.” You had this dreamy look on you, smile all sweet and pure.
“The rebel is rebelling.” You both laughed at that.
“I’ll talk to Remmy and find which one of us is free sooner and I’ll text you later today, alright?” He was walking you towards the main door, walking behind you like a dog.
“How do you feel though, everything okay?” He placed his hand on your shoulder, stopping you like he wasn’t ready to let you go yet.
“Yes of course! I’m gonna expect your message then. And yes I’m all okay. Just the tissue on the tattoo feels so fucking weird.” You shivered as you said that.
“You can take it off in a few hours, alright?”
“I see someone is love strucked.” Remus teased as he hugged his boyfriend from behind, tickling his tummy.
“She’s so magical.” Sirius breathed out.
“What was the with who’s free sooner, hm?” He asked as he kissed his neck. “For piercing.” Sirius said as he still eyed the door you left with.
“And probably for a date too. She’s way too sweet to left behind.” Sirius turned around in his arms and Remus laughed. “So now she’s sweet and not nice and weird?” Remus teased.
“Ah, fuck off mate. That was a glitch in matrix of me.”
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When Their Foreign Partner Moves To Korea ~ 2PM Reaction
Jun.K:
You struggled to keep up with Minjun as he grabbed your hand and pulled you suddenly down another street again. “Are you going to tell me where we’re going at all or am I just going to keep guessing?”
As you spoke, Minjun slowed down, finally allowing you to catch your breath. “I’m sorry, I’m just so excited to show you everywhere.”
“I’ve barely been able to see anywhere because you’ve moved me around so quickly,” you explained to Minjun. “Can’t we at least stop so when you tell me the name of the place, I can see it?”
“Sorry, I just want to squeeze everything in,” Minjun excitedly told you.
The giddiness in his voice brought a smile to your face too. “You don’t need to squeeze it in, we’ve got plenty of time now that I’m here.”
“I didn’t think of that,” Minjun admitted in a whisper, taking a moment to pause. “I’m used to only having a week, but now you’re living here, we’ve got all the time in the world.”
“Let’s take it slow,” you suggested, “maybe we could just do one place at a time Min.”
“That sounds like a good idea to me.”
Nichkhun:
You relaxed into Nichkhun’s side as soon as he sat by you, relaxing his arm across both of your shoulders. “Does it ever get easier for you?” You enquired, sat out on your balcony, overlooking the city.
A hum came from Nichkhun, leaving you confused. “I still get homesick sometimes, but it definitely feels like home for me now.”
“I don’t know why but I’ve really felt that way today,” you confided in Nichkhun, feeling his grip around you tighten as he understood exactly how you felt about moving to another country.
“At least you’ve got me here with you,” he reasoned, kissing the side of your head.
You could do nothing else but nod in agreement with Nichkhun. “There’s no way I’d ever come here if it wasn’t for you being here with me.”
“It’ll get easier, the more you settle,” Nichkhun told you from his own personal experience. “We can keep doing things here that introduce Korea, and remind you of home too.”
“I’d love that,” you smiled, “thank you for already taking such good care of me Nichkhun.”
“I’m always going to be right here for you.”
Taecyeon:
Your eyes rolled as Taecyeon couldn’t help but poke you again in the arm as he passed you by. “Are all Koreans as annoying as you are, or is it just you?” You joked as he took his seat back opposite you again.
His smile was innocent, resting his chin into the palm of his hands, “I can’t believe you’d ever suggest that I could be annoying.”
“At least through a computer screen I can shut you down,” you continued to mess with Taecyeon, hearing him groan. “I wish there was some sort of power off button on you right now.”
“I can arrange to fly you home if you want me to,” Taecyeon jokingly warned you.
Your eyes widened in surprise, hitting against Taecyeon’s arm. “After all this time do you really want to send your best friend back home?”
“I’m only messing with you,” Taecyeon insisted, rolling his eyes at the look of shock on your face. “Now that you’re here, I’m not letting you go back home ever again.”
“Ever again?” You challenged, “you can’t put me up in your apartment forever you know Taec.”
“Really? Because I reckon that I could.”
Wooyoung:
Your eyes were wide as you looked over the table, taking in the many dishes that Wooyoung had ordered for you to try. “What would you recommend first?” You asked, deciding to trust the expert best.
Wooyoung pointed straight away to the kimbap in front of you, “I’m super confident that you’ll fall in love with this when you try it.”
“I better love it now,” you laughed as you picked up your chopsticks before taking a piece of kimbap. With Wooyoung’s eyes firmly on you, you placed it into your mouth, humming immediately.
“Delicious, right?” Wooyoung quizzed, focusing on the smile that was on your face.
Your head nodded as you swallowed before speaking, “that is one of the most incredible things that I’ve ever tasted, it’s so good, that’s unfair.”
“There’s plenty more where that came from,” Wooyoung reminded you, “do you want to try something else? Maybe I could open up one of the bottles of soju?”
“I’ll give anything a try,” you smirked, “go on, I’ll give it all a try under your recommendation.”
“I’ve got all of my favourite things you’ll love.”
Junho:
Your eyes flickered around for Junho in panic as the staff member spoke to you, unable to quite figure out what she was saying. “I need help,” you mouthed as soon as your eyes met his across the shop.
Junho rushed across to you, standing by your side. “What did she say?” Junho asked you, but you could only shrug to him in reply.
“I’m not sure, I only picked up a few words,” you admitted, beginning to fret as the woman looked at you expectantly, unaware that your Korean wasn’t quite as fluent as she expected it to be.
“Don’t worry, I’ll sort this,” Junho promised as she asked her to repeat herself.
You stood apprehensively as she did so, hanging back until Junho turned across to you again. “Is she mad?” You whispered to him, your voice shaky.
“Of course not,” Junho smiled, taking a hold of both of your hands. “No one is expecting you to get everything, with a bit of practice though we can get there, can’t we?”
“Yeah,” you agreed, “I’m sorry if I’m making you work so hard when we’re out and about translating.”
“Don’t apologise, I don’t mind helping at all.”
Chansung:
Your smile was weak as you turned around from the window after hearing Chansung call out your name, his eyes full of concern. “I’m alright,” you quickly assured him, knowing that he was worrying about you.
He looked questionably back across to you, “if you’re having a hard time, it’s alright. It’s a big jump being here compared to home.”
“I’m loving being here and finally being able to visit you and your family,” you smiled as he moved to stand beside you. “There’s so much that’s different though, it’s hard to get my head around at times.”
“You know you can talk to me, and I’ll help you out where I can,” he whispered.
Your head nodded in reply to Chansung, knocking your waist against his. “You being such a brilliant best friend is the whole reason that I’m here anyway.”
“I know, but it’s still going to be hard,” Chansung sympathised, offering you a reassuring grin. “Whenever you’re homesick, tell me, then I can cheer you up.”
“I dread to think what you have planned for me sometimes,” you laughed, “your mind is mysterious.”
“I’ll always make sure you have a great time.”
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Artist / Character: Nichkhun (2pm)
Title: Digging Your Own Grave
Prompt: buried alive
Requested by: self choice
Warning: literally on the brink of murder...., murder, blunt force trauma, implied death, loss of consciousness
Tagging:
The smell of fresh dirt filled your nostrils as you stuck the shovel into the ground, pressing it firmly with your foot before pushing against the handle to lift it up with dirt, tossing it behind you. You huffed as you wiped your sweat on your thin flannel. Nichkhun was nowhere to be found in or outside of the house, leaving you to dig for the new garden you two agreed to build together, all alone.
“I should really kill him for leaving me hanging,” you mumbled, completely unaware of the ear listening in to your ramble before you continued digging, dead set on finishing the digging portion before sundown.
And you did finish just as the sun was setting, drenched in sweat and covered in dirt, you threw down the shovel and stepped out of the semi shallow pit. You weren’t out for long before something hit the back of your head causing you to lose your balance and fall into the pit. Nichkhun’s face popped into your blurred vision. You were confused at what was happening struggling to form a single thought but hearing his words very clearly.
“Thank you for digging your own grave. You just made my job a lot easier.”
Without an ounce of hesitation, he raised his arm, bringing it down quickly and hitting your temple knocking your unconscious but not killing you, before climbing out and picking up the shovel, tossing dirt back into the hole you’d dug.
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hey hey!! congrats on almost 1k and 2k for cn&bl <33 here i am again obsessed w the cn&bl couple! could i please request a drabble for them! maybe something super fluffy and a dash of smut 🫣 anything along the lines of them out in public or whatevs hahah
jk and oc’s relationship a secret no more LOLZIES (jk being completely down bad and being teased but in a friendly way??) any setting and time of the day! excited for anything you come up w, tysm!! <3
summary: cnbl!oc brings cnbl!jk lunch after his bb practice
wc: 1.8k
note: no smut but its super cute ))))))))))): this ask has been in my inbox for so long im really sorrry for only getting to it now 😭 nonetheless i hope u guys enjoy
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The tuna sandwich you made two weeks ago surprisingly became a favorite of Jungkook, which you didn't see coming, because he was a good cook (he truly did prove you wrong) and you were a shit one in comparison. To be fair, making a sandwich isn't totally cooking but you still season the tuna and that was cooking in your opinion but anyway, Jungkook loved it so much he kept on asking you for it whenever he came over.
Never had anyone validated your cooking before, only Jungkook, and you couldn't lie and say it didn't boost your ego whenever he ate it almost rather enthusiastically, and then kissed you sweetly (albeit smelling like tuna) and saying thank you with that adorable smile of his.
So today, you may have accidentally made five tuna sandwiches and bought way too much Chinese food that is anything but for individual consumption. Because today, you may be going to the gym to get lunch with Jungkook on his break.
[12:30pm] You: It's your lunch break, right? Are you still practicing?
[12:32pm] Kook🐰: hi baby we finished just now it'slunch break i go to class at 2pm
[12:32pm] Kook🐰: have u eaten should we get lunch together
[12:35pm] Kook🐰: i got starbucks coupon yesterdat👺
[12:35pm] Kook🐰: yesteeday
[12:35pm] Kook🐰: yesterday
[12:35pm] You: I'm coming to the gym
Turning off your phone after that brief exchange, you tiptoed a little to spot the gym.
It was almost crazy to think that once upon a time you've never stepped a foot in there, but nowadays it has become almost like a routine, no thanks to constantly hanging out with Jungkook. And it wasn't just you going to his "thing", either, it was also him fetching you from the publication office or bringing you food there.
It's a rather big shift from keeping your relationship a secret to everyone else from… effortlessly flaunting it to everybody. But no, you wouldn't really call it flaunting. Flaunting meant you have every intention to make everyone know, but that wasn't the case for you both. Not at all. It was more of like: "They see us, then they see us. Who cares?" and personally it was hard to not care the first few weeks, especially when you would hear your name from the girls' gossips in the women's comfort room. But the talks died down eventually and finally, no one cares now about the girl Jungkook's hanging out with.
Anyhow, it was nice to not… hide anymore. Or pretend that you didn't know each other in the hallways. Jungkook liked it as much. You think.
As you reach the gym, you see Taehyung near the entrance door. It looks like he just changed out of his jersey, his fringes wet.
"Hi," you greet, waving at him.
"Oh, __, hey," Taehyung looks up from his phone to look at you then grins. "Jungkook's inside." He says, gesturing with his thumb. His eyes train to the lunch bag in your hand and the familiar plastic bag of a Chinese restaurant across the street. Wiggling his eyebrows, he teases, "Is that for him? Sweet."
You immediately roll your eyes at that. "Shut up, Tae."
Additionally, one of the big shifts in your life the past few months was finding a close friend in Jungkook's friends. Taehyung and you have been getting closer these days, enough for you to comfortably exchange sarcastic remarks about each other. Turns out, he was an extremely fun guy to be around and get this, he knows Letterboxd. How cool is that! (Though he still really holds that time you didn't show up at your coffee hang against you. He brings it up every single time and you'd have to treat him to a cafe some weeks.)
Taehyung laughs and brings his hands up, jokingly surrendering. "Kidding, kidding. He's waiting for you inside. Gotta go, though. 1pm class."
You nod. "See you around, Tae."
You thought he was gonna go scram but he looked at you one last time and said, "Don't do anything funny in there."
Heat goes through your body, settling to your cheeks. Taehyung really gets on your nerves, it makes so much sense that he was close friends with Jungkook.
"Shut up, I hate you and Hyerin deserves so much better." You say spitefully, referring to the woman he's been going on dates with recently, rolling your eyes once again as Taehyung just laughed his ass off, walking further away.
Ugh. You really wish he didn't walk in on you and Jungkook three days ago. To be fair, Jungkook forgot to lock his room (again!) when you were fooling around and Taehyung was a neanderthal who didn't know how to knock. So cue Taehyung joking about it whenever the opportunity came.
"Hey!"
You turn around to see Jungkook jogging towards you, still in his jersey with a towel hanging around his neck. Some of his team mates are also hanging around the benches. As if just having noticed you as well, they wave at you and say a chorus of "Hi"s and "What's up, __"s which you returned with a smile and a greeting back.
Jungkook greets you personally with a wet kiss on the lips.
"Hi, pretty."
"Hey, you," You greet back, swiping his bangs off his forehead. You quickly retreat. "You're so sweaty. Wipe your forehead."
Jungkook does it so. "Done." he looks down at the things you've got in your hand. "You brought me lunch?" He says, a grin plastered all over his face.
You hold your arms up with the bags. "Yeah. Chinese and tuna sandwiches. I thought we could eat here or something."
His grin only spreads wider at your words, and you can only mirror his smile. He was so smily today.
"You mean your tuna sandwiches? Fuck, I could kiss you right now. Thank you." He says enthusiastically, wrapping his arm around your waist and leading you to the bleachers.
You followed him and you settled on your usual spot where you've eaten one of your lunches before. It was quite far away from the area where the other guys were seated.
"It's nothing. I made a lot this morning because my classes got canceled." You say, unzipping the lunch bag with the sandwiches in it. You give him one and open another yourself, taking out the pack of mayo to put it in between the bread.
"Hm, fuck, these are so good. Seriously. You should start a food business." Jungkook comments, munching on the sandwich.
You chuckle. "No, what the hell. I need to have a variety in the menu if I start something. I just can't sell sandwiches."
Jungkook shrug. "Eh, it could be like a special thing. __ Sandwich Exclusive Cafe. Something like that. Or just post these online, I'll go tell my friends about it and you'll get rich in a week. I have a celebrity friend."
Your laughter becomes louder, shoulders moving up and down.
"You sound like a crypto scammer that way. You should've started with, "Are you open-minded?" and that would've sold me."
Jungkook snorts at that, grabbing another sandwich from the bag. You take a dumpling from the take-out and extended it to his mouth, which he opens to take the food you offered him.
"If dad cuts me off completely I'll be one of those crypto dudes on Twitter, so you're not totally wrong."
You both laugh at that, with you pushing him slightly on his bicep.
"Well, I'll help you scam people, then. I'll be the one commenting on your tweets and vouching for your legitimacy."
Jungkook nods, pretending like he was thinking about it. "Hm. Or I can start an OnlyFans if it fails so that I can still give you your boba everyday."
You can't help but giggle.
"You know I always appreciate your sacrifice. Maybe we can start a Pornhub channel if I couldn't get admitted to law school."
Jungkook lets out a "tsk!". "Don't say that. With the way you study, you'll be overqualified." It was his turn to give you a dumpling then, which you ate just as quickly as he offered it. Jungkook smiles as he watches you chew on it. "But if it counts, I won't be opposed to us starting a Pornhub channel."
You search through the Chinese take out bags again to find your fried rice. As you did so, you opened it, not forgetting to reply to Jungkook and looking at him as you say, "Well, I'll have to practice my porn moan for that."
And just as soon as you said that you knew he already had something dirty to utter, and he doesn't fail you.
"Maybe we can practice tonight…" He said, voice intentionally going octave deeper.
You chuckle at his predictability.
"I knew you were gonna say that."
Before he could deny how predictable he was or brag about how quick-witted he was, you heard a bunch of footsteps on the court.
"Hey, Jeon! We're going!" Says one guy, looking at you both.
Jungkook turns to look at them and shouts back, "Yeah, see you around, Mingyu!"
"__!" They call you.
When you looked at them, they nodded, ready to leave, announcing their departure so you wave at them goodbye.
When they were out of sight, you asked Jungkook, "Hey, what's that about your Starbucks coupon?"
As if remembering something, Jungkook's eyes widened a little as he takes his phone from his pocket. "Oh, yeah I got one yesterday. Here." He looked inside his phone case and took out a card.
You leaned down to study it curiously, reading the benefits of the card holder getting a $50 token.
"Ohh, that's amazing! How'd you get this? I want one too."
Jungkook let you take the card and looked at it with you. "I don't really know, the barista just gave me this after I got some latte."
Oh. Hm. Interesting. You bet it was a woman barista.
"Hmm."
Jungkook shrugs. "It's probably because I gave her the exact amount of the payment in cash. I don't know."
Her. Exactly. She was probably the same barista who always looked at Jungkook funny whenever you two came there. She had an obvious crush and you couldn't really blame her. But it was funny, that Jungkook thought it was because he gave the exact amount of payment in cash the barista decided to give him a gift card. You would think his lowkey fuckboy ways would tell him that a woman likes him, but he was so clueless sometimes. If you were honest to yourself, you'd admit it was cute.
"You can be so clueless at times, Kook." You say, patting his shoulder.
"Huh?" He looks at you with that wide eyes of his, and boy, he really doesn't suspect a thing.
You shake your head. "Nothing."
You pat his head and Jungkook squints his eyes at you. You laugh at the little exchange and Jungkook's hand extends up to hold yours up his face and you tried to pull back, giggling, thinking he was gonna do something gross like bite your hand but he only presses his mouth to your palm, holding it against his face.
You smile. Soft and gentle.
"Dinner later at my place?" Jungkook says.
You nod.
It was hard to deny someone who makes your heart go all weird when he looked at you like that.
"Sure."
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STWG daily drabble - 28/09/23
Prompt: horse
Warnings: mentions of chronic pain
This is the longest thing I have ever shared, and the weirdest thing I have ever written. I have literally zero idea where this came from. It's not beta'd, apologies for typos etc. This is just shy of 2.5k words, so yeah... not so Drabble actually.
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“So, what’s on your mind today, Eddie?”
He sees Doctor Pearcey every Wednesday at 2pm. Has done now for two months. And it’s the first thing she says to him every time he sits down. What’s on your mind today, Eddie? He’s responded in various ways. With anger. With humour. With distrust. On one particularly memorable day, with silence, which Doctor Pearcey matched in spades. The two of them sat there for an hour and didn’t say a single word. Eddie wanted to peel his skin off about ten minutes into it.
He’s in more pain than usual today, has a lower tolerance for her psychobabble mumbo jumbo, so he’s already looking to derail the session before he gets in the room.
“Have you ever ridden a motorcycle?” Eddie asks her.
“No, I haven’t. Have you?”
“Hmm, couple of times.”
There’s silence for a minute or so. It’s like they’re playing therapy chicken, who gives in and speaks first? It’s usually him.
“I like them. Like how fast they are, you know? How free you feel on them.” He digs his thumb into the leather of the armchair, leaving little crescent nail marks.
“And what’s got you thinking about that today?”
The beautiful purple Kawasaki he passed on his way here today would be the easy answer. But when did he ever do anything easy?
“Wayne hates them. I’ve been wanting one for years, but he begged me not to. Asked me to wait till I was twenty one. I think he thought I would just grow out of it.” 
“And have you?”
“Fuck no. I want one more than ever.”
She waits.
“I’m twenty one next week, and I won’t be getting a motorcycle because my leg is fucked, and I can’t twist or move properly.” He doesn’t bother hiding the bitterness. “It doesn’t matter, I mean, it’s whatever at this point, just another thing I can’t do, add it to the fucking pile, right?”
He changes the subject and she follows along behind waiting for breadcrumbs. Eventually their time comes to an end and he’s desperate to get out.
“Do you trust me, Eddie?”
He lets out an incredulous laugh. “You work for the spook agency that started this fucking nightmare. So, no, not really.”
She smiles back. “That’s fair.” She walks to her desk and scribbles a note before handing it to him. Eddie takes it from her like it’s poisonous.
“Meet me at that address on Sunday. Two PM. I’ll be waiting.”
And that is definitely not how the sessions usually end.
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Wayne is working so Steve offers to take him. And Eddie isn’t going to say no to spending some time with him, especially when he’s walking into the unknown. Although the unknown appears to be…
“A horse sanctuary? Why the fuck does she want to meet you at a horse sanctuary?”
“Maybe she’s going to shoot me and put me out of my misery.”
Steve slaps him against the chest with the back of his hand. “Dude.”
“Sorry.” 
He sees her standing at a fence watching a couple of horses wander around the paddock. The ground is a little rough below his feet and his leg has been a complete nightmare all week, so Steve walks with him, hand gently resting at Eddie’s elbow as he traverses the uneven ground with his cane. It makes him grateful and fucking furious all at the same time. Such is his life these days.
“You came. I’m glad,” she says, smiling brightly.
“Well, my curiosity door was opened,” replies Eddie and Steve stifles a laugh beside him.
Steve heads back to the car, squeezes Eddie’s elbow gently, before saying goodbye to the Doc. She watches the exchange intently, and Eddie feels entirely scrutinised. He hasn’t spoken about Steve in the sessions, has no intention of doing so and the last person he would want to know about it is someone that works for the fucking feds.
“So, why am I here, exactly?”
“I thought you might like to get out of that stuffy office for a change. You never seem very comfortable.”
Eddie laughs. “Uh huh, and what is it that gave you the impression I’d be comfortable in a field full of horses?”
She shrugs. “Humour me.”
See, it was shit like that that drove Eddie crazy. Humour me. It’s Sunday. Right now he could be lying on his bed playing guitar, reading, hanging out with Steve. He could be jerking off. All of which was preferable to standing in a field full of horseshit.
“Okay, well I’m not in a humorous mood, so I’m going to leave you to your equine endeavours.” He turns to leave.
“There’s someone I want you to meet. Before you go. Will only take a minute.” The Doc waves at a stable hand and a few minutes later Eddie is face to face with a beautiful white horse.
“I swear to god, if you tell me his name is Shadowfax…”
She laughs. “No, this is Tony. Tony, meet Eddie.” Tony whinnies, nodding his head up and down, his mane blowing gently in the wind. Eddie smiles. God damn her.
Eddie reaches over the fence to stroke Tony. This gorgeous, graceful animal, and it’s called fucking Tony.
“He’s beautiful. How come he’s here?”
“He was a race horse, I believe. But he was slow, didn’t make his owners any money. So now he gets to live here and lead a good life.”
“Doesn’t he miss racing? Like, aren’t they bred for that? What does he do all day if he can’t race anymore?”
“It wasn’t meant to be. But he’s patient, and kind and now he helps people learn to ride. And he’s very, very good at that.” She turns to face him, one arm hooked over the fence. “You said you were disappointed at not being able to ride a motorcycle? Correct?”
Where the fuck was this going? 
“Yeah… ?”
“Why ride a steel horse when you can ride the real thing?”
Eddie splutters. “You have to be kidding me?” She just keeps smiling. He stares at her, open mouthed and wide eyed. “You’re fucking serious?”
“I’m fucking serious,” she says, with a glint of mischief. “You wanted the freedom and the excitement of riding. Well, I’m offering it to you. Or, Tony’s offering it to you, really.”
He looks between her and Tony. “Did you miss the part about my leg being fucked? How the hell am I even supposed to get up there? And what if I fall? No, absolutely not.”
The Doc gives him a long hard stare. “Do you trust me?” she ask him.
“No.”
“The sanctuary has a programme for disabled riders. Tony is the best of the best. You’d be perfectly safe. Come on, Eddie. I think you’ll enjoy it.”
“This was… very nice, I guess, of you to think about this, but no. Sorry. It’s not the same as a bike, like at all. I have control of the bike, my bike can’t just run off and start jumping over fences and shit.”
“No, but your bike’s not smart. Tony is smart. He’s kind. He feels his rider, he knows what they need, knows when they’re scared. He fills in the gaps, takes the lead when a rider needs it, hands them back control when they don’t. He can guide you. Look after you. Your bike can’t do that.”
He feels his resolve wane. He sighs. Animals, they get him every time.
“People get hurt riding horses.”
“Sure, but they don’t call motorbikes donorcycles for nothing, Eddie.” Touché.
He shakes his head, this is such a stupid idea, but eventually that little pixie voice in his head just says fuck it, and within fifteen minutes he’s wearing a very unflattering helmet, climbing a mounting block and being helped into the saddle on Tony’s back.
He feels like he’s going to slip off the other side, and every time Tony moves his head forward toward the ground Eddie panics because it feels like he’ll just lean forward and drop like a rock to the ground. It's incredibly disorienting.
Eddie grips the reins so hard he sees his knuckles go white until the instructor shows him how to hold them properly. They show him how to guide Tony but ultimately Tony is doing all the work here, Eddie is just along for the ride. 
He’s led around the paddock, and yeah, he feels stupid at first, self conscious sitting up in the air for everyone to see. But eventually he gets into the swing of it, and it’s… nice. Nerve wracking, but nice.
They’re going at walking speed, he can feel the rhythmic sway of Tony’s body, and it’s comforting. Why is it comforting? It’s not exactly the Kentucky Derby, but he can’t stop himself from grinning.
Eddie knows fuck all about horses, less than fuck all actually, but if he didn’t know better he’d say that Tony was enjoying himself. And as much as he hates that she’s right, he feels at peace. Feels like he trusts this animal, who he literally just met, but who seems to be having a ball wandering around with this asshole on his back.
“Wanna pick it up a bit?” asks the instructor and Eddie’s about to say ‘fuck no’ when Tony comes to a stop. Like he knows Eddie’s not sure. Eddie strokes along Tony’s thick, white mane, and pats his shoulder. 
“Eurgh, yeah, shit, okay,” he says before leaning forward and whispering in Tony’s ear, “look after me, okay? Cause I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing up here.” Tony answers with a swooping nod of the head and then they’re off.
They’re barely going any faster as Tony trots around the paddock, but Eddie can definitely feel the difference. The soft, comforting sway has been replaced by a harder jolt. He’s going to pay for it tomorrow, can already feel it in his hips and back, and he hasn’t got the strength in his leg to properly push up from the stirrups, but it doesn’t matter.
The last time he was on a motorcycle he was seventeen, and it belonged to a friend of Reefer Rick’s. He was riding pillion and they were going way over the speed limit, and he’d never felt more alive, more free. He was young enough and dumb enough to think he’d never get hurt. He was invincible at seventeen. He wasn’t even a little bit scared of falling off. The folly of youth. 
In three short years the folly of youth has been replaced with constant dread and a little bit of paranoia.
This isn’t the same as that careless charge up the highway, not by a long shot, but it’s exciting in it’s own way, like going on a roller coaster instead of walking through an alternate universe.
He feels at peace. A moment in time when he’s not having to think about doctors appointments, worrying about Wayne, worrying about his future. His life has got so small since March. The kids are at school and he’s not, but he can’t work so he spends endless unfilled hours at home, waiting for other people to have space for him.
The constant churn in his mind slows, his thoughts empty, his worries silence. 
They go back to a steady walk, Tony’s body lilting from side to side, a gentle rock. Eddie already loves him. He’s a fucking sap. Horses? Rich people pets? No way man, not for him. But this guy, this is Eddie’s guy now.
As they turn in the paddock he sees Steve leaning over the fence, grinning.
“Nice hat!” Asshole.
Eddie flips him off but Steve just laughs, sunglasses pushed back up on his head. Steve can read him like a book, and Eddie knows he can see it. The complicated emotions today is bringing out in him. The joy and the excitement and the little bit of sadness. Steve raises his eyebrows, that little silent okay? Eddie smiles shyly and nods in response. They’ll talk properly later, when Eddie is trying to unpack everything.
It’s over too soon. Eddie’s helped down and fuck, yeah he’s in a little pain now, but Jesus it was so worth it. He pats Tony, strokes his neck, tells him what a beautiful boy he is, and Tony leans over nudges his nose against the side of Eddie’s face. There is a conversation happening between them, just this little quiet acknowledgement of something. Eddie doesn’t want to leave him. He feels… changed, weirdly. Like it was spiritual. Like something inside him got cracked open just a little.
“So?”
Doctor Pearcey stands behind him, looking pretty pleased with herself. 
He tilts his head to the side, makes a big show of it. “Yeah, it was okay.” Eddie knows she sees through his bullshit. They’ll be talking about this next week. No need to go through it all now.
They head back to the car, Steve at his elbow again, and Doctor Pearcey hands him a card with the sanctuary number on. “Just in case you’d like to come back.”
He does. Wayne is going to enjoy giving him shit, and he doesn’t even want to think of the number of jockey jokes in his future, but he really does want to do this again.
The car ride is quiet on the way home, just the sound of some top forty shit in the background, but Eddie’s mind is elsewhere. He feels still, his head is clear and quiet. Ridiculously relaxed.
“How’s your ass?” asks Steve.
Eddie grins. “Haven’t had any complaints.”
“Jesus Christ.” But he’s laughing. They’re both laughing.
“So, you want to do it again? We can make it regular, I’ll just make sure Keith doesn’t schedule me for Sundays.”
Eddie stares at the side of Steve’s face. This guy. This fucking guy. 
“You’d do that?”
“Of course I would.” Steve looks studiously out at the road, hands firmly at ten and two. “I’d do anything for you.”
Eddie feels like he’s skipped a breath, but tentatively reaches his hand across the console and pokes at Steve’s thigh. Steve takes a hand off the wheel, reaches blindly to find Eddie’s, gives it a little squeeze before letting go. They don’t look at each other.
He leans back in his seat, imagines Tony, galloping, mane trailing behind him in the wind. Just beautiful.
Why the fuck did they call him Tony?
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hiii :) i was wondering if you could do headcanons of modern! ellie
Hiii lovie of course!!!! ♡♡
a/n: this is kinda drabble-ish but would love to do more of these, so keep requesting them LOL! This is a little sporadic but I love it, so I hope you enjoy <3
warnings(?): not really much mostly fluff sfw, with slight suggestive undertones but really if you squiiint
modern! Ellie headcanons
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♡ Ellie would definitely be in college, part of her doesn't know fully why she applied but she was giving it a shot
♡ totally an undecided major, science? teaching? psychology? She really doesn't know at first but settled on psychology so she could get her degree
♡ makes you wear a necklace with her initial on it (totally possessive)
♡ magically always had weed, which was also confusing at first but she just had that good of connections around town with local plugs and dispensaries.
♡ always has a blunt tucked behind one ear
♡ makes you trim her hair because she doesn’t trust anyone else touching anything on her body.
♡ always loosing her lighter so you bedazzled it and she literally never lost it after that, she would rather die before losing that lighter now
♡ if you have stuffed animals, she tries to remember their names but gets them wrong every time
♡ A few months into dating when labels were now on the relationship, would gift you little things and act like it wasn't her.
♡ once gifted you pre-rolled blunts and you were definitely confused but before you could give them back would kiss your cheeks before saying "No take backs"
♡ keys jingle when she walks, and it's loud asf too!!
♡ whenever you can't find her she's definitely in the gym
♡ low-key would get addicted to going in her free-time ( gym rat ellie ?????)
♡ definitely rubs your back while you are studying or working from home, keeps one arm rubbing circles in your lower back and another on her phone, she enjoyed the comfort of being close even though you kept shushing her. (she’s definitely playing subway surfers or scrolling on tiktok)
strong believer that she would accidentally get tiktok famous, but everything she would post after that one thirst trap would be just videos of you
♡ loves dressing you up, quite literally sits at the edge of the bed while you try on different clothes leaning back as you come out of the bathroom,
"Twirl for me doll,"
" I love that color, you should wear that more often"
♡ one day when you see her playing guitar and beg on her lap that you want to learn, Ellie will literally take you to the guitar center the next day to get you your very own
♡ spoils the crap out of you!!!!!
♡ lovesss teasing you and resting her hands on your upper thigh especially when you wear something revealing like skirts or shorts, she tucks her hand way too close up.
♡ touchy touchy touchy! always has to be touching you somehow
♡ leaving kisses on your neck 24/7 because of the way you jump when her lips touch your skin
♡ skincare nights go so crazy, took a lot of convincing, but will be right next to you with a facemask on while you watch a good show
♡ definitely dominant 80% of the time
♡ pet name Warriorrrr ( baby this...doll that) she literally doesn't stop
♡ if you ever go to a party together definitely shares alcohol with you so you don't drink too much
♡ if you are drunk after will take your make-up off and do your night time routine for you
♡ wakes up late as fuck!!! totally wakes up at 2pm like its nothing
♡ definitely mean to everyone else but you.
I'm talking about glaring at people 24/7, crazy attitudes, and people basically asking for permission before they speak.
♡ whenever she catches you doing your natural hair, begs to help which results in her wanting to do it every washday
♡ at first, Ellie didn't understand the hype behind matching fits but does it just for you
♡ overall Ellie is just a simp for you like literally only cares about you, weed, and getting money
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