#also send them to a hot apartment and deal with annoyances

[piratefishmama]

Finders Givers | Part 2

“STEVEN MARION HARRINGTON.”

“Not my middle name.” Although Robin had made several valiant attempts in guessing it every time she needed to burst into his office all guns blazing. Which was unfortunately… often. She still hadn’t managed to crack it.

He didn’t actually have a middle name. He wasn’t going to tell her that though, this was funnier.

She slapped a sheaf of papers down onto his desk, a brief flick of the first page told him they were call logs and transcripts “What did you DO?! Claudia’s been getting calls all morning asking about renovations?”

“Okay, so, in my defence. It was Nancy’s idea.” That was his whole defence. It was Nancy’s idea. His idea had been worse.

“Explain.”

“You know, most people in my position don’t have to explain themselves to people who work for them, their people just respect them, and do as they say without argument.” He mused, mostly to himself, but he could see the woman’s eye twitch in annoyance and so he sighed in defeat, it’d only wind up with him having those papers whapped around his head. “Remember the wallet I found?”

“The one that was bumming you out?”

“Yeah! Well, when I went out for a walk, I found the guys work address and—”

“You know we have guys who do that sort of shit for us, right? You can’t be stalking people, Dingus, what the fuck?” That sheaf of papers was dangerously close to hitting him. She’d picked them back up an everything.

“Just listen! He was at work, I didn’t talk to him or anything I’m not stupid, but... his manager made this girl cry so he just decked him, laid him out, one punch an he was down, then he just quit his job, right there, shit was spectacular.” Steve could appreciate a good bit of muscle, could appreciate a scrapper. Plus the guy was hot so, that helped. “Doesn’t look like his photo either, he’s got so much hair, Robs, it’s... wow, he’s just—”

“Ew, I don’t wanna hear about your crush on some random guy, what’s this got to do with these renovations Claudia’s being spammed over?”

“Okay so, guy lost his job.”

“Quit, quit his job.”

“Defending a ladies honour, something I thought you’d appreciate.” She raised a single unimpressed brow “but, I... I was gonna just send him rent money for a few months, y’know, cover a few bills, charity!” His heart was in the right place, his head however, his head was in space.

“That’s not charity that’s stupidity, but go on.”

“That’s what Nance said! Apparently it’d be suspicious if I were to be found sending large amounts of cash in nondescript envelopes to an apartment block notorious for drug activity, so she suggested that since I’m already buying that bar nearby, it’d look less conspicuous if I just... bought the building the guy lives in and claim I was developing it, make it seem like I have an interest in building up local problem areas.” She frowned, silent in her thoughts as she processed.

“... And what about the rent forgiveness?”

“I was gonna pay for his rent, might as well just not have him pay rent, y’know? An it’s gotta be building wide or there’ll be questions, like why is he so special, it’d put him under scrutiny. So Nance suggested putting a stop on rent as we ‘renovate’ as a sort of, we’re disrupting your life so here’s a break for you kinda deal.” Honestly Nancy really was a life saver, he really ought to give her a raise, he’d have been fucked over years ago had he not pulled her into the fold.

“So that means we’re actually going to have to renovate this block then?”

“I mean—”

“Were going to have to renovate this block, Steve. We can’t just forgive the rent forever, that’s bonkers, that would raise eyebrows, and we can’t afford eyebrows being raised at us right now. So you’re going to have to have professionals go in and survey the apartments inside for renovations.” This was now an actual thing he’d have to do.

“Ah well, gives me something to occupy my time with. Also I was thinking—”

“Never a good sign”

“Shut up, I was thinking of putting Argyle in there as a plant, like... the drugs being peddled out of that block are just trash, at least we could get a solid dealer in there and get Argyle out of the Wheelers basement.” He’d only been staying there because Joyce didn’t have a basement and Jonathan didn’t have room for him.

He was Jonathan's friend, and Jonathan came with Nancy, Steve didn’t have any reason to help him out. Now he did! And that reason was getting those poor people better weed.

“Are you not worried that the existing dealers will start shit with him for moving into their turf?”

“They touch him they deal with Hargrove, he's been particularly irritable lately, anything could set him off, pretty sure he’d be jazzed to break a few legs.” Release some of that pent up rage he seemed so good at bottling up in tiny easily burstable bottles. “One visit from that nut job and they’ll settle right down.”

He didn’t like Hargrove, but he had to admit the guy was a useful enforcer. Indebted to Steve too after Jane had taken a nail imbedded baseball bat to his old employers head in a bid to help her friend Max escape the debt her stepdad had racked up with him. Billy had also been freed, being Max’s step brother, left unmoored and in danger of a jail cell.

Steve had taken them both in after getting rid of Creels corpse. It was Hopper’s idea. Billy wouldn’t have survived in jail, too many enemies in there.

“It only takes one hit to hurt Argyle beyond repair though, maybe get rid of the dealers in there already, then give Argyle one of the apartments.”

“See you’re already on board!” And there was the whack round the head with the papers, his sharp objection going ignored.

“Fine, I’m on board, but only because it’s Nancy’s idea.” She was retreating as she spoke “Yours was a trash fire, like, not just one of those little oil barrel fires I mean like a whole dumpster fire. Argyle stays out until it’s safe though, I mean it Steve, I will get Hopper involved.” She opened the door, ready to go.

“You can’t threaten me with my own Chief of Police! That’s so mean!”

“Watch me, dingus. Also you have two people downstairs from your little block purchase wanting more information, do you wanna deal with them or should I?”

“Do you think I could actually spin a good idea to explain this that won’t get immediately reworked by either you or Nance?” She paused, a thoughtful expression on her face that answered his question more than any actual answer would have. “Exactly, you deal with it, you’re better at timelines an stuff anyway.” He was more the big idea guy.

“Yeah but you’re better at people.” It was true, Steve was more the people person out of the two of them. “Fine, I’ll deal with it, and I’ll ask Nance to find some decent contractors to do the work for us. Maybe… drop into my office in like, ten minutes? Considering you let your dick lead you to places I wouldn’t even go with a gun, you should at least make an appearance for these people whose lives you’ve interrupted.”

“Ngghhh fine. Fine. I’ll be there in ten.” And she was out with a tiny salute as her goodbye.  

Part 4

#PirateWrites #FindersGiversFiclet #Steddie #Mob Boss Steve Harrington #No Upside Down AU #Shady!Steve #CW: light-hearted stalker vibes

[qqueenofhades]

im sending you all the good moving vibes ✨✨ make sure to drink some water and stay hydrated

since you asked for some prompts/asks to distract, may i humbly request fedyor finally forcing ivan to let him spoil him after PEL (because ofc ivan needs to be forced to take a day off for once) and like…them just being playful and soft 🥺

Their apartment smells like actual death when they finally unlock the door and step inside, sweaty and tired from the Uber ride home from JFK (their flight from Oslo was late, their Metro cards are out, they got stuck in New York rush hour traffic, etc etc.) and Fedyor wrinkles his nose, gagging a little. "Ugh," he says, dropping his bag and waving one hand fruitlessly in front of his face. "I'm shocked that the neighbors didn't call the police on suspicion of one of us murdering the other and hiding the body in the floorboards."

Ivan raises one eyebrow at him, as if to remark that this is very unlikely indeed for any number of reasons, but he can't deny the reek. Since they were only planning to be away for a couple days, grab Nina and get back here somehow (the idea was for Nikolai to have an emergency American visa in hand by that time), they didn't empty their fridge, take out the garbage, or otherwise prepare for an extended absence stretching from mid-June to the end of August, as it now is. They've certainly enjoyed their impromptu Norwegian vacation -- you know, aside from the whole getting-kidnapped-by-Nazis thing, which put a bit of a damper on the start -- but this. Phew.

They're hot and grumpy, they've been traveling all day, and they just want to drop everything on the floor and go to sleep, but the stink requires urgently to be dealt with, and so they empty out the spoiled food and trash, spray Febreze extensively, turn on fans to blow the hot air around to be hot air somewhere else (it's the dog days of summer and Brooklyn is as wet as a soaked washcloth, their building is old and the air conditioning is chancy), and then order takeout to eat sprawled on the couch while trying not to touch each other too much. Even the most adoring of spouses has their limits in a heatwave.

Finally, once the chores are done, Fedyor has apologized repeatedly to Mrs. Terekhova from the apartment below theirs, and they have reached their limit for any more housework, they stumble to bed, turn on the box fans, and fall asleep. The next day is Monday, but since they're still on leave from work (Ivan has called his boss and assured him that they're not dead, but still), they don't need to get up and rush off. To Fedyor's shock, he actually wakes up before Ivan, which almost never happens. God, he really must be exhausted.

Fedyor eyes his sleeping husband tenderly, creeps out quietly so as not to wake him, and makes an emergency run to Brighton Bazaar to replenish their food supply. Then he throws together some of Ivan's favorite things and carries it into their dim and marginally-cool bedroom, just as Ivan is stirring in panic that he hasn't sprung out of bed at the crack of dawn like a lunatic. "What time is it?" he says groggily, fumbling for his phone. "Do I have to -- "

"You don't have to go anywhere." Fedyor puts down the tray and pushes Ivan back into bed as he tries to get up. "Rest, Vanya."

"I rested with you," Ivan says, one arm thrown over his face. "For almost a month. In Norway. Remember?"

"Rest now, I mean." Fedyor sits down next to Ivan. "For someone who rescued me from literal, actual Nazis, you sure are resistant to taking a mental health day now and then."

"I had help," Ivan points out. "With rescuing you, I mean."

"I know, but it's not relevant right now." Fedyor breaks off a piece of toast with whatever horribly hearty spread Ivan likes on it, and waggles it enticingly under his beloved's nose. "So eat."

"You always make me eat," Ivan mumbles, opening his mouth nonetheless and allowing Fedyor to insert the toast. He chews contemplatively, eyes closed, as Fedyor studies the silent weight of weariness on Ivan's shoulders, the release of all the worry that he has been carrying even after the end of the operation on Utoya, the arrest of Jarl Brum, their return to safety. He leans forward and kisses Ivan's head, and Ivan looks at him in surprise. "What was that for?"

"Because I love you, idiot." Fedyor bites his lip and smiles. "You're the best man in the world, you know."

"I don't think -- "

"The entire world," Fedyor repeats, very firmly. "I will not be taking criticism at this time. And you're going to relax and take it easy today, and I am going to spoil you. Because I adore you, and it is what you deserve. Got it?"

Ivan glowers. Only he would bristle at being asked to chill the fuck out, metaphorically and literally. But at last, he sighs. "Yes, Fedya," he says meekly, as ever. "I will do as you command me."

#heartrender husbands #fivan #fivan ff #this is how i cope with my problems XD #also send them to a hot apartment and deal with annoyances #shhh it's called projection ok let me live #ivan x fedyor #pel asks #a phantom in enchanting light

[writingmaneskin]

Kiss and Make Up - An Ethan Torchio Blurb

Pairings: Ethan Torchio x Fem! Reader

Warnings: smoking, NSFW, fluff with sprinkles of angst, swearing

Words: just under 1k

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This was requested!

A/N: I had a lot of fun writing this one, and I hope you like it too, especially the anon who requested it! Feedback is always welcome!

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“Why is everything so chaotic around here?” Your boyfriend asked, frustrated as he was trying to sort through the mess in the living room. The table had papers on it, some bags with snacks and your laptop. The couch had a few clothes that you had thrown on there after work, when you had been too tired to deal with putting them in the laundry, as well as two of your handbags that you had switched between during the week.

You felt bad about the apartment being in this state but you were exhausted from working overtime and working on your hobbies which you wanted to turn into a full time business too. More often than not, you would get home, exhausted and just undress, scattering the clothes wherever, take a shower, eat something quick and then get ready for the next day after sleeping for a few hours. The mess was an accurate reflection of your mental and physical state and while you felt awful that he had come home to that, it also hurt that he didn’t realize how close you were to burning out.

“Because, amore, I have a stupid 9-5 to job and too much other shit to do!” You lost your temper. You were exhausted, on the verge of burnout and him causing a scene after being gone for so long stung.

“Okay, I get that but I have been gone for what, almost a month, and this is our home?” He raised his voice too. He was never one to lose his temper but you could see that he was tired too.

“I am not going to have this conversation.” You grabbed your pack of cigarettes and stepped out on the balcony.

“Of course, you won’t.” He mumbled as you closed the balcony door and stared out at nothing.

“Don’t mumble behind my back, stronzo.” You gritted out. You smoked quickly, the anger and annoyance slowly starting to simmer down. You put out the cigarettes and stepped back into the apartment, not bothering to say anything as he was humming to himself in the kitchen area, doing the dishes.

You started stripping, leaving the clothes on the edge of the bed in your bedroom. Without a word, you passed him by all naked and went into the bathroom, not bothering to lock the bathroom door. You turned on the water to almost the hottest setting and sat down on the floor, content with letting the water just wash over you. You closed your eyes, trying to shut out everything.

What made you open your eyes was the cold air hitting you all of a sudden. Ethan stepped in the small bathroom, looking at you for a moment sitting there on the floor.

“Are you crying?” He asked.

“Does it matter?”

“Of course it matters, amore.” He put his hair up and squatted in front of you after closing the door.

“I am a shitty girlfriend, am I not? And we are fighting, are we not?”

“You are not a shitty girlfriend, amore mio. A little chaotic, yes. In need of a break, absolutely...”

“A break?” You looked at him, your heart stopping in its tracks. “You want us to have a break?” You teared up, terrified that you might lose him.

“No, no, no, not in that way.” He cupped your face gently, wiping away the tears. “Cazzo, the water is hot.” He shuddered and moved to make it slightly less hot before sitting behind you on the floor, the water hitting him too but not as much as it did you. He was worried about it burning you.

“I would never leave you, cucciola.”He leaned down to kiss your neck gently. “I am sorry for being an asshole.”

You leaned in, desperate to feel him.

“I love you with all my heart, you know?” You replied. “I am sorry for being a mess.”

“You are not a mess, my love. Sometimes a bit messy, yes. But it’s normal.” He kept kissing your neck. “You have been working so hard and I have been gone for so long…”

You moved from your position to turn around and face him, wrapping your legs around him. You rested your arms on his shoulders and leaned down to kiss him.

“What’s important is that we are now together, cucciolo.” You kissed him very gently and he pressed you even closer.

“Yes, and I will find a way to kidnap you for a little holiday so my angel can have the relaxation that she deserves.” He promised, kissing you again.

“You deserve a holiday too, my darling.”

“Yes, but I want to take care of you first.” He reached for the shampoo bottle which was waiting on the floor. “You are my principessa and I want you to be okay.”

“I love you so much, Edgar.” You kissed him back, the loving nickname earning a chuckle out of him. “And I want to take care of you too.” You added, earning another smile from him, relaxing as he started washing your hair, finally letting yourself relax and allowing yourself to be taken care of.

“I love you just as much, Y/N.”

#ethan torchio #ethan torchio x you #ethan torchio x reader #maneskin #damiano david #vic de angelis #thomas raggi #ethan torchio blurb #ethan torchio fanfic

[sasa-gay-yo]

Phone Call - Levi Ackerman - 200 Follower Special

Levi Ackerman - ModernAU - Light Smut -  “Are you horny right now?”- “This was supposed to be a one-time thing.” - “We’re just friends? I fucked you though.” - MINORS DNI

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In front of everyone. Literally, as you were trying to babysit the college kids from breaking into your liquor cabinet, yelling at your brother who started this whole drunken mess, he grabbed your ass. It wasn’t like he was trying to hide it either, and it made you jump two feet in the air. At first, you thought it was one of Jean’s friends, maybe Eren who you knew had a crush on you, but the raven-haired man never failed to surprise you. I mean, who would have thought you and Levi Ackerman would have sex sober? You two always claimed to be annoyed by the other. Then, last week happened...

Levi was the uptight upperclassman, in your grade, who somehow got involved with the “brats” and could never get away from them. Part of the reason was because Hange, your best friend, and Armin, Jean’s friend, were co-presidents of the Biochemistry Club, and the other part, unknown to you, was that he thought Jean’s sister was incredibly hot. And incredibly beautiful. And Levi wanted you to date him. So much so, he even told Erwin about it. Levi was serious about pursuing something if Erwin knew about it. However, you didn’t know and the fact that he didn’t try to contact you for another round after what you thought was quite a good session, made you think he was over it.

Now, a week later, he’d shown up at your apartment on the tails of Hange and Armin. Jean had asked to host this party at your place, knowing how small his four-bedroom was, and you had no ability to say no to your little brother. Now, again, we come back to the present. Levi groping your bent over ass, something pressing into your thigh, while you were trying to shut your expensive liquor collection from the already drunk crew.

“What are you doing?” You stood up, facing him, and he had that blank look on his face. The first and only time he’d given you emotion was when he was inside of you. In class. Blank. Study session at Erwin and his place. Blank.

“I’m bored of these kids trying to mix the strongest drinks they possibly can using nothing but Coke and everclear. Want to do something?” Your eyes widened at bit, putting your hands on your hips to show some opposition. You weren’t going to let Levi Ackerman think you were that easy.

“Hm, I remember you saying in the morning that this was supposed to be a one-time thing. What changed your mind?” You want to walk away from him, rolling your eyes at how his faced morphed into one of annoyance. The hand he grabbed, he pulled straight down, right to his hard-on threatening the integrity of the jeans he wore.

“Could stop thinking of when I bent you over that cabinet. Thought I’d try to do it again.” You looked down the hallway at the kids who’d gathered to play a round of drunk truth or dare. There was no way you were letting him fuck you in a house full of Jean’s friends. One, you’d be mortified, and two, Jean’s friends would never let you live it down. You had a thesis to prepare and couldn’t deal with that constant headache.

“Maybe next time,” you said, swatting at his lower half to push him back. You tossed him a quick wink over your shoulder before joining the drunk truth or dare, only watching and laughing at the stupid things they made each other do. At one point, Hange had to put her clothes on upside down and Historia had to drunk call her ex-Reiner. Then, Jean noticed you were being excluded from his punishments and couldn’t have that.

“Hey! Truth or dare!” He yelled at you, and now everyone had turned, egging you on to answer. You guessed just one little round wouldn’t hurt.

“Dare.” There were ooh’s and Jean hadn’t expected you to say that, so he looked around the room trying to muster up a good enough dare. He wasn’t going to give his sister a sexual one like the others before it, but Connie had bigger ideas.

“I dare you to call the last person you had sex with and give them a rating! Like an Uber ride!”

“Connie, what the hell man?!” Jean yelled, not wanting to hear that, but the other certainly did. They’d heard things you and Jean have told them, and for the girls in the group, you were the resident sex advice expert, coming to you for any advise or sex item buying. You had no shame in helping them. Therefore, with your wealth of knowledge, they knew you’d have someone to call. However, you weren’t about to do that, when sitting right across from you was the receiver. He was staring right at you too, seeing if you had enough confidence to do it.

“Do I have to do it in front of you all?”

“No, I don’t wanna he-“

“Yes, you do,” Eren cut in, glaring at Jean. You sighed. It wasn’t the fact that you had to do this, in all honesty, it was a boring dare, but it was because Levi was in the room. If his phone rang in his pocket, you would die right there and then. Just a few days ago, you were ranting up and down to them, having your weekly lunch at the undergraduate cafeteria after your TA-ing, about how much you hated Levi. This was also during the time he ghosted you after giving you the best sex ever. You were a bit salty.

“Ugh, it’s not like I can give a good rating to this person.” You saw Levi’s eyes flicker with amusement, and he got up right away to walk down the hallway into the kitchen. That line was to hide your embarrassment, but he seemed to have a different idea.

“I’m not listening to her ass rant about sex again. All goddamn day I hear this shit,” grumbling in character, and you saw him take his phone out of his pocket before turning the corner. Now that you insulted him, he wanted you to call. He wanted to see if you had the guts to say that while he was whispering in your ear. He had big plans.

“Literally, this is boring. Can we just move on?” No one listened to Jean, even if you wanted them too, and Hange was the one who pulled your phone out of your purse and threw it at you… probably because she was the only one who knew. She wanted to see how this all would play out.

“Fine. Fine. It won’t be a long call though.” You scrolled through your contacts, thumb hovering over his name for a few seconds before pressing the call button. Levi was smart, and let it ring until it almost went to voice mail.

“Hello?” You shifted in your seat, hearing his voice on the other line. It was laced with the same poison he used to whisper sweet nothings in your ear last week, making you come so much, you’d lost count. It was all because of a dare too. Last week, you’d personally dared him. He couldn’t make a woman come, not with that attitude. Boy, did he show you the talent he possessed. Thinking about it made you shift in your seat.

“Hey, you got a minute. Just wanted to run somethings down with you.” He hummed, and the pairs of eyes staring at you got more and more intense. It was a good thing they couldn’t hear him, and that he was whispering in the other room.

“So, you remember last week right? After the bar?” He chuckled, and of course, it had to send shivers down your spine. No matter how awkward this was, no matter if your brother and his friends were staring and whispering, you were literally getting dirty talked to over the phone by Levi. This was, perhaps, a dream, but you had to play it cool.

“How could I forget the way you clenched around me? I made you cum twice with my dick, no? Three with just my tongue.” You gripped the phone, feeling your stomach heat up. You felt something else too, but you had to ignore it. You had too. There would be hell to pay if you showed signs of getting aroused in front of everyone, especially Hange who had a shit-eating grin on her face.

“Yeah, I know this is weird… but, uh, it’s a dare. Just play along, yeah? It’ll be over soon.” You heard him shift and started to get curious as to what position he was in, only a wall in between the both of you.

“Are you horny right now? In front of Jean and his friends? How dirty of you. Imagine if they knew you were getting off to just my voice, baby girl. Do you think they’d believe it? That I was the one who had you bent over on that very couch, spread for me?”  You swallowed hard, and that’s when the smart ones in the group knew something was up. You could tell by Armin, Mikasa, and Annie’s faces that they knew. They knew whatever this stranger was saying was affecting you in all the right ways.

But, you continued like he was saying nothing.

“Well, yeah, so I’m rating it. Our experience. I’d say out of five stars, give it a two-point-five, maybe three?” He scoffed into the phone and had to hold himself back from laughing out loud and blowing his cover. He knew better than anyone that that was a lie. Levi’s dick had you crying out in pleasure. Hell, he still had the scratches on his back from you and the imagine of you squirming underneath him permanently engraved in his mind. An image of innate, lustful beauty. If anything, he should receive five-out-of-five-stars.

“You want to lie to me right now? Two-point-five? I should make you choke on my dick for saying that. Come to the kitchen and find out what a two-point-five is. I’ll just leave you on the floor after, my cum on your face, begging for me to fuck you.” The groan came out. You couldn’t hide it. It was the way he was being so vivid. It was the way you were glad you were sitting with your legs underneath you, trying to find some relief from his voice. God, he already had you dripping. You shouldn’t have fucking denied him by the liquor cabinet.

Still, you had to hide that groan.

“No, just stop there. Look. We agreed, just friends yeah. I’d like to keep it that way. If we do things twice, it’ll lead to something else. I mean, if you want I can-“ He cut you off, and you heard him groan to. You heard the shallow breaths he was taking. Was he… was he jacking off in your kitchen?

“We’re just friends? I fucked you though. Besides, I don’t give head to my friends, hm? Are you sure we’re just friends, baby? What did you call me the other night or did you forget because I fucked you dumb?” He moaned in your ear after saying it, adding to the pressure of the situation. You were getting so hot and bothered. The moan was just loud enough for it to have lasting effects in your stomach. He was fucking edging you over the phone, your body radiating with heat. Fuck. At this point, you didn’t care if the others heard, you needed relief. You were quick to give him some subliminal messages, steering him in your direction. You know you’d get shit for it later, but you didn’t care. You needed him to touch you and fast.

“No, no. I never said that. Just stick to what we’re doing, yeah?” You didn’t give him a chance to answer, “Mhm, alright. If you wanna meet up with some friends Monday, sure! Like I said, we’re still friends. Yeah, totally. Your house?” You asked that last question, hoping to God that he would get the hint. You needed him now and he was just a five-minute drive. Damn, maybe you’d just fuck him in the car.

“My house? What if I just fuck you right here in front of all of them? I know Eren would like it. You want Eren to watch me fuck you? Claim you as mine? We all know you caught him jerking off to you. I don’t like to share. Even images in other peoples’ minds. They don’t get to dream of your pussy like I do.”  You took one last shaky breath, seeing now everyone’s faces. They were either confused or getting bored of the conversation. Those confused were starting to pick up on your physical signals. Those bored were Eren and Connie, who were hoping you’d at least give them some explicit details to jack-off to later. Shoot, it was hard to not want to have sex with Jean’s hot older sister. Everyone in the group had a desire to do it at some point, but Levi had secretly gotten to you first.

“Yeah, you can, but I’d prefer my suggestion. Just works better in my timetable.” He chucked, and you heard him set the phone down, a belt buckle clinking in the background.

“How about once in the car and a few times at my place? Let’s try to break last week’s record, yeah? You came five times on Friday. Let’s make it six or seven. I want to see those tears on your cheeks. Meet me at my car?” You smiled and almost shouted out with joy, partly because you’d finally be able to get rid of the ache between your thighs, and two because you needed to keep up the act.

“Sure! I’ll see you then.” Finally, fucking finally, you got to hang up. It was a sigh of relief that followed, and then you turned to everyone.

“Talking to that guy is so boring. One of the wo-“ Your phone rang again, and you answered it without thinking.

“Hell-“

“I forgot to tell you, I don’t have condoms at mine, so were going to have to stop on the way back and buy some.” Levi smirked down at you, phone to his ear. He’d walked back into the living room, and you saw his shirt was untucked. You also saw everyone’s reaction and Hange bursting out in laughter. It only took a few seconds for everyone to realize what was happening, and in the process, Levi hung up, the stupid smirk plastered all over his face. He didn’t care what the brats thought or knew about his sex life, all that matter was the payback and feeling of self-fulfillment with the look he put on your face... and maybe making Eren Jaeger want to be him. Sure, he’d get some shit later form Jean, but nothing he couldn’t handle. The sex was going to be worth it anyways.

“You two had sex! Oh. My. God!”

“No way! You were just complaining about him last week!”

“If he was the last person you had sex with, didn’t you say that that was the best di-“ You shot up, cutting off Historia from indulging the others in front of you. They could talk about it however much they wanted when you left, and you knew you’d grow to regret telling her and Mikasa in detail about Levi and your experience. You left out his name, but at that point you wanted to brag about the best dick you ever received to them. You know, girl talk. Now it was fucking awful they knew.

“Goodbye!” You yelled out, grabbing Levi’s wrist and not caring that you just walked out in house slippers. You were leaving that place as fast as you could. It wasn’t until inside the elevator that you let go of him and could finally breath again. Then you turned to him.

“What the he-!“ He pushed you against the wall, a hand on the small of your back and the other above your head. His lips cut you off, using your open mouth to dive right in. He stole a small grope too, the same place on your ass that he squeezed earlier. Before the elevator hit the parking garage, he finally let you breathe, your lips already red from his attack. He didn’t stop though, continuing to kiss down your jaw, lifting your leg up off the ground just to grind into you slowly. Teasing. 

“Best dick you ever had huh? Is that what Historia was about to say?” You groaned and he just laughed, noticing how red you lit up. You were also trying to move your body to feel his bulge over your own arousal. He was playing with you too much for you liking.

“The best dick I ever had ignored me for a week, too. Almost moved on.” The door dinged, and he pushed off you, leading you with his hand to his car.

“You want me to have sex with you so all of Erwin’s political science nerds can hear? I know Jean’s at your house 24/7 too.” That’s when you remembered that Erwin went home on the weekends to have family dinner with his mother. It was currently Saturday night.

“You just threatened to fuck me in front of all of them, I think you wouldn’t mind Erwin’s political science nerds.” Again, he pushed you up against his car, the chill of the red metal and his closeness, his heat, causing goosebumps to raise on your skin. He just moved his neck sideways, his mouth right on your ear to give you the same effect the phone call did. He brought his hand up too, gently squeezing the sides of your neck. It made you literally moan out loud, echoing through the underground parking garage. He smirked at how he was affecting you.

“You’re mine now. No one gets to see you stripped but me. Is that clear?” You whimpered as his hands began to wander, the heat pooling between your thighs. It took all of you to not jump him right there and then, but at least he had similar ideas.

“Yes, sir.” He chucked, pressing one kiss to the side of your neck. His seal of approval. Permission to finally do what you want. 

“Good. Now take those panties off and get in the back of the car, beautiful. I can’t wait any longer.”

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This request was supposed to have some fluff in it too, but I, uh, well this took me places.

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[sweetwolfcupcake]

Allurement: Waves

Yandere Namjoon x Reader

The scantily-leaved trees held on to the last of their dying offspring. But the west-winds seemed to be unbothered, trying to tear away those leaves from the branches as the rest, hued in dull to bright shades of nature danced along on the ground.

And a few crushed beneath (Y/N)'s shoes, it would have been a fun activity: crushing dried leaves under her shoes. But she was rushing towards the car waiting for her.

"So quick!" Park Jimin, as sweet and polite as the man could be, was no less a sassy hellion if he required to be. And of all, he loved to sass around her the best. But most of the time, he did have a good reason to.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I woke up late." (Y/N) was quick to apologise, as she passed him a sheepish smile while taking a seat beside him.

"You are lucky that I like you, besides, we can always drive a bit faster, or take the shortcut? So do put on your seatbelt." he smiled at her before the car roared to life and the wheels came to life and the car went off.

It had not been too long since she had begun working under Mr Kim as his secretary, temporary secretary. About three months or so. But the previous autumn, when he had put forth the proposal of giving her the job, it did not feel long ago, while in reality. it had been a year, a whole, complete revolution of the earth around the Sun and there she was, riding with Jimin to her workplace- the Kim Group of Companies' headquarters, where the respected young CEO sat and operated from.

And within a year, nothing seemed to have changed, the water of life seemed to be stagnant. But she could feel the change, deep, greater changes like upheaval in the ocean, the waves, gigantic, monstrous, terrifying. Threatening to drown her. There was so much that had changed.

Park Jimin was a great company and an excellent friend. She had found out soon after the bond of friendship had been established between the two.

Kim Namjoon was an excellent boss and that, her job as his secretary, as reasonably draining, had so much to learn from. She admired Miss Choi for her efficiency, (Y/N) had so much more to learn, both from her job as well as her employer.

And she also discovered, gradually of course, that behind the all too sophisticated, groomed gentleman laid a clumsy gentle giant who would often burn his fingers trying to make himself a cup of coffee, or even trying to pass on hot food and drinks to her. And it was devastatingly endearing.

But most of all, (Y/N) had learnt that her mother was dying. The illness was eating her mother away, chipping away her health and endurance and there was nothing (Y/N) could do about it, nothing could prevent the inevitable. So she made peace with the fact, even though she knew that deep within, she was dreading the day her mother's sunken eyes would close for eternity. But she came to accept the fact that her mother could not be saved. All she could do was to make peace with the tragedy of life, that lied within the shortness of it.

So on the surface, (Y/N)'s life was calm and stable as a lake, yet the giant waves of changing wind terrified her under the same surface.

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"You have a meeting with the lead investors this morning, the files and reports have been arranged at your desk." she listed off from her phone gifted by the company. It was not the day's schedule, a day in Kim Namjoon's life was nothing if it could not be defined as 'busy', it was the first half of a typical Monday morning in the company.

As soon as she was done, which was rather quickly, she placed a cup of steaming brew in front of her employer- double expresso with two cubes of sugar- just the way he liked it. Mr Kim smiled at her appreciatively. It was one of the many things she liked about him and admired. He never took his employees for granted, he had never failed to let her know that he appreciated her efforts to keep his day running smoothly and sorting things out for him.

"Thank you (Y/N), I hope you had your share of morning booster as well?" she nodded with a faint smile playing on her lips before handing off the files to him as she began to brief him regarding the topics and issues he and the company had been working on.

The projects and the required consumptions and stock- price data. It was not every day that the investors would gather at the conference room, but since a new project at hand was to begin, a meeting with the investors was required.

"Well, the reports look good (Y/N), did Mr Min mail you the required files?"

"Yes, the deal was explained there. He would be presenting along with you, it is regarding the profit margin and how the chances of loss and risk are low this time," she explained, to which he nodded

"Yes, and I require you to be with me in this meeting."

"Of course I will be with you, Sir, I am your secretary."

"No, I mean sit beside me, you won't be standing behind as you have been. And I expect all your focus on the presentation, okay? There is so much you would be learning from this." she gave him an obedient nod with a small smile.

She did not intend to disappoint him at any cost. Mr Kim was her role model, she looked up to him. Given, that she despised the spotlight and the position of CEO was not for her, but she was found herself to be a perfect fit for the position of secretary.  Despite how demanding her job could get, Mr Kim was an excellent boss and mentor. He was at ease, most of the time. At most, she had seen his eyes grow cold and jaws clenched, perhaps only twice, that too if something went seriously downhill. It was a sliver of what might be laying under the controlled and calm persona. He was a human too after all.

She made her way towards her desk as soon as the briefing was over. Mr Kim's office was massive, and he did not wish to waste time on having to ring her to come to his office, thus he had a desk for her arranged in his office itself. It was kind of a mini-open office, her boss and her working under the same roof, no barriers between them, she could approach him anytime she wanted to and he did not need a phone anymore to summon her.

They had settled into a routine like that. She would begin her day by bringing him his much-needed cup of coffee and listing the first half of his morning schedule, then she could begin with her works of arranging files, stacking reports, sending emails, scanning through and replying to the mails, researching on the potential business partners, making and answering phone calls, deciding and listing appointment and other project-related materials those were deemed necessary by Mr Kim.

And all the months of working under him had been able to provide her with a unique perspective of him. There were so many things she would have never been able to discover otherwise, for instance, the fact that he loved crabs- not on his plate- but on his palms as he would gently cradle those tiny creatures whenever he would come across them. He even owned a crab, a pet crab. She would not have known had he not rambled off regarding his love for crabs while he had ordered gourmet food for them when she was required to stay some extra hours, which was a frequent occurrence. The workload could be a bit too much for him to handle, besides, those extra hours consisted far less of work one would expect and more of them talking, she had finally been able to let him enter her comfort zone, she would be damned if she had not. He had been exceptionally generous to her, he was kind and approachable, time and again he had proved it, both as a superior as well as a person.

He was warm, gentle and funny, unintentionally funny. Especially when he would break his glasses more than once a month, it would be a miracle if his AirPods would not be lost within the first week of purchase. And while his constant misplacement of files and other such important documents had managed to make her purse her lips in annoyance more than once. The warm, dimpled sheepish smile had did not allow the annoyance to remain. Because even if he would be exhausted after a day's of overwhelming work, he would not forget to wish her good night before they left the office, because even if she would be a bit late with her coffee, he never threw a fit like one would expect the boss to do. And because despite his busy schedule, he would manage to inquire about her mother's health.

Mr Kim was different. He was everything any woman would crave for and desire. And despite not being the one with shallow indulgence, she had found herself falling for her employer. It did not happen overnight. It was a gradual process, like sleep.

(L/N)(Y/N) was in love with Kim Namjoon, her boss, the heir of the legendary Kim Group of Companies.

And it had been so easy to fall in love with that man. Despite her previous reservations. And she was well-aware that the love would go tragically unreciprocated. They were worlds apart in more than one ways, the social gap, the economic gap, the professional. Everything laid in front of her to see, understand and accept the fact that her love for Kim Namjoon could not bridge the distance between the moon and a mere earthly admirer. To him, she would be many of the faceless women waiting for his attention and thronging around him if he came to know about her newfound feelings. And she did not want that to happen. She did not wish to ruin the sweet, friendly professional bond she had established with him.

And yet, she could not help the bittersweet blooms in her heart every time she would see him smile. Because she knew that sooner or later, he would be having a much warmer smile, eyes shining with love and adoration for a woman who would own his heart. It was impossible for a man like Kim Namjoon to remain single for long, he was the country's most eligible bachelor after all. Or perhaps he already had someone special in his heart, a secret lover perhaps. The mere thought dimmed her mood and often made her shoulders slump.

Of all the massive, daunting waves threatening to crash upon her, her newfound romantic attachment to her employer was the most terrifying one. Because she knew that wave would come crashing down and drown her. And that single wave against all others frightened her the most because it threatened to cause upheaval on the calm surface of her life and become the cause of her ultimate demise.

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[so-writing]

Sugar, Honey, Ice and Tea - Matthew Tkachuk (10)

I posted a different part 10 a few days ago and hated it so I got rid of it and started over. This feels better, minimal editing though because I suck but you knew that, Enjoy!

all parts in the master list

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The surge of confidence that had you messaging Brady Tkachuk on Instagram failed to remember what the bio section of your instagram read.

Your name.

Flames over everything,

Calgary or bust.

Of course he didn’t respond to your message, of course he told Matthew about it and, of course you had to deal with the wrath of the oldest Tkachuk.

You allowed yourself to sleep in late on the first day off you’d had in a while. Fully waking up at close to noon felt great, until you unlocked your phone.

You hit up my little brother? My brother? You’ve got to be fucking kidding me

Wake up and take responsibility asshole

You’re a fucking piece of shit

It probably pretty stupid of you to message Brady, knowing that Matthew would eventually find out at some point but this was just a little bit too aggressive for doing something as innocent as sliding into a stranger’s dms.

Having dealt with Matthew’s bullshit for far too many days in a row, you decided to ignore his messages. You searched for Brady’s name and sent another message, purely to fuck with Matthew.

Big brother is mad, gonna have to start DMing you even harder now!

That message got a response only a few minutes later, he really dislikes you that much, huh? Whatever you’re doing, keep that shit up.

You chuckled at his response before dropping your phone on the bedside table and heading for the shower to get your day started. 

++

Grocery shopping was the absolute bane of your existence. Children running wild, people standing in the middle of the aisle as they debated their choice of cereal entirely too long and people not knowing how to use the self checkout were only a few of the reasons why you started getting your groceries delivered years ago but it wasn’t an option today. 

Today you were going to have to venture into one of your versions of hell because there was no immediate availability for delivery you and needed to replenish your refrigerator. It was still pretty early and the parking lot was looking sparse so you felt slightly confident that the trip wouldn’t be too bad as you made your way inside with your list and grabbed a basket. 

It was going to be a quick trip, you were only there to get the essentials that would you get you through the day and you would place your bigger order for delivery for tomorrow. 

As you made your way toward the fruit and vegetable outer aisle, you caught sight of red curls and when you confirmed your suspicion, your stomach jumped into your throat.

He was the last person you wanted to see on your day off, but here he was, fucking Matthew Tkachuk was at the same grocery store at the same damn time you were and clearly he was also there to get the same fucking fruit—strawberries—you wanted too. 

You watched him as his eyes surveyed the plastic cartons, occasionally he’d pick one up and examine it before putting it back with the rest, and fuck, he was taking forever. 

“Jesus Christ, they’re all basically the fucking same, just grab a box and go.” 

Surprise lit up his features until he looked in your direction and realized who was talking to him and that surprised look grew into annoyance. 

“Shut up.”

“Fine, I’m not in the mood to deal with you anyway.”

You hurried over and stood right beside him, making sure to elbow him in the arm as you grabbed a carton of strawberries and threw it in your basket.

“There’s a bunch of mold on those but enjoy that I guess.” 

He didn’t look at you, continuing his seemingly endless quest to find the perfect bunch of berries. 

Thoroughly annoyed, you checked the box yourself and realized that he was right, there was a decent amount of mold on the fruit in the bottom left corner of the box. 

You had no idea what came over you or why you did what you did.

But you did it.

“Whatever, I don’t need them anyway,” you spat as you chucked the carton at Matthew as hard as you could. 

He wasn’t facing you and it hit him in the shoulder and neck area but the flimsy plastic broke and the box opened, sending strawberries flying everywhere. Some hit the side of his face, but most of them landed on the floor and also broke open, making quite a mess. 

“Holy shit,” you whispered in shock at your own actions, “holy shit.” 

“What the fuck?! Where the fuck are you going?!” 

You dropped your basket on the ground and speed walked away from him, toward the exit, as quickly as you could. It felt like you didn’t take a breath until you were out of the grocery store and in your car, slowly turning on the ignition and backing out of your parking spot with nothing in hand. 

*

He looked fucking ridiculous and he knew it. 

She had fucking bolted after pelting a carton of strawberries at his face and now he was alone with a mess. People were avoiding eye contact and he was standing there like a stupid fucking idiot with strawberry juice dripping down his cheek. 

“Sir,” an employee approached him, “are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m just,” he wiped his cheek, “i’m fine.”

“Some other customers reported it, and she was gone by the time we realized what happened. Your groceries are on us today, for the inconvenience.”

“Not your fault or your problem, I’m happy to pay for my stuff. I just kind of want to walk away from this,” he motioned to the mess around him.

“Of course, finish your shopping trip, we’ll clean this up.” 

“Thank you.” 

What the fuck just happened? It was supposed to be an easy day off. All he needed was a single carton of fucking strawberries.

*

Not cool, hated one. Wish I would’ve seen it, it was probably funny as hell

The text was from a number you didn’t realize but you had a feeling who the sender might be. 

It was, you responded, you probably shouldn’t be fraternizing with the enemy though, he’d hate that.

Who cares? This is highly entertaining and I’m not even there

I really just tried to enjoy my day off and there he fucking was. 

He’s good at popping up when no one wants it, it’s kind of his thing

You were settled into your couch, casually texting Brady, when someone began pounding at your door and, once again, you had a feeling who the sender—knocker in this case—might be. 

Looking through the peephole, you noticed that Matthew’s hair appeared to be wet, probably because you exploded a carton of strawberries on him but whatever, you hesitantly cracked the door. 

“It’s bullshit that Brady is finding my misery with your annoying ass so amusing,” he didn’t bother looking at you through the small crack, “he’s really fucking loving this.”

“I wasn’t really intending for him to get humor out of our messages,” you opened the door all the way, “but it still works I guess.”

“The strawberry thing was not cool,” he turned his irritatingly lovely blue eyes on yours, “at all.”

“I know.” 

“Messaging my brother on Instagram with shitty intentions wasn’t cool either.”

“I know,” you repeated and he rolled his eyes as he pushed off the wall next to your door and headed toward the elevator. 

“You’re so fucking hot and cold with me, I don’t know how to deal with it,” you shouted at his back. 

“Yeah,” he turned his head slightly and ran a hand through his curls, “I don’t know how to deal with it either.” 

Matthew didn’t look back at you as the elevator doors closed and took him back up to his apartment while you stood outside your front door feeling irritated and, once again, completely fucking confused by Matthew fucking Tkachuk and his fence sitting behavior.

#Matthew Tkachuk #matt tkachuk #Matthew Tkachuk imagine #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #matty tkachuk

[moonstonebby]

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Note : Hey!! So I tried something different this time and I think I like this writing style more than the last one but I’m still not sure if I’ll stick with it :’)) Also for side characters I do not give Korean names idk I just find that weird since I am not Korean myself  it feels out of place, so sorry if that’s what some of you expect  :((   Nonetheless  I hope you enjoy <333

Content : foreplay, unprotected sex (you’re on the pill but please have your partner wear a condom if you don’t know their health conditions), swearing,  nudes, phone sex  

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6:32 pm [You] : Where are you??

6:35 pm [Mia] : Traffic is so bad sorry :((

6:35 pm [Mia] : I’ll be there in 5 I promise

6:36 pm [You] : Okayy I’ll wait for you outside

6:36 pm [Mia] : Kk <33

You spray one last round of perfume before heading out and locking your apartment door hurriedly.

You decide to take the stairs down to the lobby since the elevator is taking way too much time to arrive at your floor. Rushed, you check yourself out quickly in the mirror by the exit. You’re wearing a white lace sleeveless dress, the hem barely reaching the top of your knees. Your makeup is flawless, you went for that golden dewy look, with your hair tied in a semi-messy ponytail. You’re wearing sneakers though, you promised yourself to never wear heels at a bar ever again since things didn't end up too well last time...

Making your way to the edge of your condominium’s area, where the main street meets the sidewalk, you hear a honk and your best friend’s voice follows.

“Hey hot stuff!” Mia shouts out, waving her hand out of the window to get your attention. You walk over and embrace her as you jump in the seat next to her.

“Sorry to keep you waiting babe, traffic is nuts right now.” she explains, switching the engine to start driving again.

“No worries, you look amazing bestie.” you compliment her while buckling up your seatbelt. She blows you a kiss and you both laugh.

“By the way... he’ll be there... Hyuck.” she informs, her eyes fixed on the road, partly because she’s driving, and partly because she doesn’t want to see that look on your face.

“Who?” you ask, even though both of you are fully aware that you know exactly who she’s talking about.

Mia sighs, she takes one hand off of the steering wheel and places it over yours, giving it a little squeeze. “Haechan, he’s coming tonight.” she affirms, this time she’s looking at you. Your eyes drop slightly but you brush it off, acting unfazed.

“Oh why didn’t you say his name earlier haha... It’s fine, no big deal.” you say, avoiding to look back at Mia in an attempt to mask your emotions, but she knows how you feel, she’s your best friend after all.

Mia turns on some music to lighten up the mood, you both carpool karaoke all the way to your destination. Once you’ve reached the bar, you hop out of the car excited to see your friends and to drink to your heart’s content, forgetting who awaits you.

You link your arm with your best friend’s and make your way into the bar, as you’re walking through the tables trying to find your friends, more than a few heads turn your way, you know you look good. Mia notices thus unlinking your arms to indicate that you two are not a couple but in fact, very much available. 

“Girls! Over here!” a voice rises, barely audible amongst all the chatter and music. You look around and spot your friends, you grab Mia’s hand and head towards them. The table is at a corner, not too far but not too close to the others, giving it a more private ambiance. You go around the table, making sure to greet everyone, even friends’ friends, people that you haven't met yet. You feel a pair of eyes glued to you and that’s when you remember. Ah, he’s here. You swallow your pride and decide to be the bigger person, so you meet his gaze and shoot him a small smile, waving your hand briefly. He smirks and uncrosses his arms to reciprocate the hand movement back at you. 

You pull on a chair and drag it out so that you can sit comfortably, you find yourself seated between your best friend and this guy you have never seen before.

“Hi I’m Jacob, nice to meet you.” he states, a hand reaching out to you.

“Oh hi I’m y/n, nice to meet you too Jacob.” you answer, shaking his stretched out hand.

The two of you make small talk, cracking a few jokes here and there. He pours you another glass of wine and the two of you hit it off pretty well. Mia notices and nudges her elbow against yours, you look at her and she shoots you a wink. You both giggle knowing damn well where this is going.

A loud creek catches your attention. It’s Haechan, he’s gotten up from his chair  and he doesn’t look too happy, your heart races as you see him approach your seat. He bends down to your ear sending shivers down your spine as you feel his breath against your skin.

“Come outside.” he whispers, you raise an eyebrow at him, not moving from your seat.

“What do you want.” you question, annoyance clear in your tone.

“I just want to talk.” he responds, his hand reaching for yours, tugging at it for you to get up and you do, but only because you know that this talk has been long overdue. Jacob gets up as well, yanking Haechan’s hand away from yours. 

“Who the fuck are you.” Jacob spits, slowly placing himself in between you and Haechan. The younger male sucks his teeth, clearly not in the mood to start a fight. He pushes his tongue against the inside of his cheek, trying to keep calm.

“None of your business. So move.” Haechan spits back, grabbing your hand one more time. Jacob lifts his hand to break both of you apart but you stop him.

“It’s okay, Jacob.” you affirm, letting go of his hand and shooting him a warm smile before you walk off with the younger male.

Haechan is holding onto your wrist, shoving his way out of the bar and you follow without a word. Your heart is racing, you can hear it ringing in your ears but you try to fight the nerves so that you don’t embarrass yourself in front of him. Haechan suddenly stops, you’re behind the bar next to the smoking area, thankfully not a lot of people are there. Frankly there’s just a couple and they’re already making out so they won’t pay much attention to you anyways.

“Do you still hate me that much?” Haechan ponders, finally breaking the deafening silence that was present a few seconds ago.

“Yes.” you respond bluntly, avoiding eye contact at all cost. He grabs your face and lifts your chin so that you have no choice but to look at him.

“Say it to my face.” he growls, his voice is lower than usual, not that you hear it on the daily anyways…

“I hate you.” you confirm, looking straight into his eyes. You pull at his arm so that his hand let’s go of your face, the cold wind replacing the warm touch that was once pressed against your skin, strangely you find yourself dissatisfied with that feeling.

“Why.” he asks, moving in closer to you, until your back is against the wall. You gasp at the cold plaster against your back, placing a hand over your mouth to cover up the yielp you just let out.

The male reaches for your hand and removes it from your mouth, initially to let you answer but now his eyes are glued to your lips. A knot forms in your throat, preventing you from speaking. You clear your throat in an attempt to avert his attention back to you and thankfully, it works.

“You know more than anyone why.” you declare, oblivious to the fact that your hand is still in his. He chuckles, clearly pissed at your vague answer. 

“I just think it’s unfair how you’re having fun with everyone and completely ignoring me.” he complains, tightening his grip on your hand in annoyance. You look so hot to him in that little tight dress and the fact that you weren’t paying any attention to him the whole time inside the bar drove him mad, but there’s no way he’ll ever tell you that.

“You hate me too don’t you?” you retort, even though you already know the answer. 

“We’re not getting anywhere are we?” he laughs, letting go of your hand and placing both his hands against the wall, almost embracing you. Your heart starts racing again, although you hate him, you at least acknowledge your attraction to him.

“I-I don’t think we ever will. So just drop it okay?” you stammer, a bit intimidated by how close he is to you.

“Are you nervous?” he ponders, amusement in his voice. He leans closer to you, your noses almost touching. You can feel his warm breath against your skin which sends a familiar shiver down your spine.

“No asshole, I’m pissed cause you cock blocked me back there.” you huff, even though to be honest, you weren’t thinking about Jacob at all, not even for a split second.

“Who said you’re not getting dick tonight?” he teases, his gaze drops to your lips as he bites down on his own. Your eyes are glued to his lips as well, your mind goes blank, you don’t even care about your feelings towards him at this moment, you just want him all over you. He tilts his head to the side and places a kiss on your cheek, moving closer to the curl of your lips with every peck. His plump lips brush against yours and before you know it he pulls away. Shit, keep it together, keep it to-

“Kiss me.” you order, pulling him to you by his shirt, fuck it there’s no going back now. He smiles one last time before meeting your lips with hunger, parting them with a slip of his tongue and biting down on your bottom lip. When you whine into his mouth, he grunts and bites down harder, sucking on it as his hand moves up to grope your chest. He squeezes at your breast, running his thumb over your clothed nipple, and you arch your back into his touch, sighing blissfully.

“Let’s, let’s go to my hotel room.” he pants, breaking away from the kiss. You nod quietly and let yourself be directed by him, he’s rushing to keep the momentum up and within a few minutes you reach the hotel elevator, lucky for you no one is in there. He shoves you in and picks up where he left off until you suddenly pull away.

“The cameras…” you whisper, pointing to the CCTV at the corner of the elevator.

“Let them watch.” he teases, your eyes grow wide but you don’t have the time to argue as his lips crash back onto yours. His hands slide from your waist down to your ass, squeezing tightly making you grind against his erection desperately.  As soon as the elevator doors open, he guides you to his room and wastes no time unlocking the door. 

He pushes you onto the bed aggressively, cause you know, he hates you. He caresses your side and slips his leg between yours, letting you roll your hips on his thigh, and groans when your own thigh brushes against his concealed length.

“Did that feel good?” you breathe, a teasing lilt to your voice,

“Mmmhh” he mumbles as he sinks his teeth into the spot just under your jaw, starting to work on the spot, tonguing and sucking at the patch of flesh. “Fuck.” you moan. He groans against your neck, biting down harshly again to make you whimper. Your fingers curl on his thighs, the fabric dragging under your nails. “So fucking needy.” he growls, his free hand gripping your hip to pull you closer. Taking his cue, you shift to straddle him, immediately rolling your hips against his. He groans again, the sound lower this time, and squeezes your hip, guiding your actions. 

He kisses lower down to the exposed area of your chest, pushing your dress down past your chest and pulling the cups of your bra down to expose your breasts. He kisses along the swell of them, kissing random spots before sucking a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the bud as you mewl weakly in pleasure. 

“Fuck, yes, Haechan, just like that,” you whine, he pulls away frowning up at you, “Say my name” he orders, your eyes roll back into your head as he takes your nipple back into his mouth, biting down harder. “H-Haechan” you stammer, your core aching for his touch. “No, say my name.” he flicks the bud back and forth with the tip of his tongue rapidly, relishing in the sounds of pleasure you’re letting out. “H-Hyuck.” you hesitate, you haven’t spoken that name in a long time so it sounds unfamiliar, although it isn’t, at all. 

He peels your dress off of you, pushing you down on the bed and  moving so his face is level with your thighs. When he pulls the underwear off your legs, he spreads your members and marvels at the arousal coating your folds, rubbing his thumb over your clit slowly. 

 He leans closer, his lips brushing your clit as he gives little kitten licks to your core, “You taste so good baby.” he breathes, sucking your folds into his mouth and running his tongue all over them. The strokes gradually getting more deliberate and assured, groaning in ecstasy as the taste of your arousal drowns his taste buds.

“I’m not, oh-mmh, not your ba-by.” you moan weakly, and he drapes your thighs over his shoulders, one hand hooking around your leg to press your hips down while the other moves up your body to play with your nipple, pinching it lightly and rolling it between his fingers. 

“Such a bossy little bitch, cum for me.” he urges, and you let go with a long moan of his name and a string of swears as your body trembles under his. “That’s it, keep going. Cum all over my tongue, show me how much you hate me.” he coaxes, and your eyes roll back briefly, lids fluttering shut as pleasure overwhelms you. “I-I, fuck… I hate you.” you cry, he slaps the side of your ass to punish you for that comment, your cheeks blaze up as you suddenly feel bashful. That doesn’t last long as he drags a finger down from your clit to your entrance, where he pushes two fingers into you. You gasp at the slight stretch and curl your fingers in his hair.

“Fuck,” you hiss, trying  to push him off weakly. “Too sensitive.” you whine, and he shakes his head, looking up at you. empty protests die on your tongue in favor of a moan bursting forth when he curls his fingers inside of you and starts to stroke the pads of his middle and ring fingers against the patch of nerves along your inner walls. “Oh, my- Hyuck, I’m gonna cum again.” you find yourself coming apart once more.

He reaches between the two of you and tugs down his pants and underwear, freeing his cock from his clothing, peeking down, you get a glimpse of a few  beads of precum leaking from his tip before he swipes it over the head of his cock with his thumb.

“Come here let me suck you off.” you mumble, reaching for his length, but he pushes your hands away, pinning them over your head with one hand. 

“No, I’d rather feel you around me.” he positions himself at your entrance, making his cock thrust against you, the underside of it rubbing against your clit, and you whine, bucking your hips up into him. He pushes your hips down and gives you a look that tells you you’d better keep them there before lightly slapping your clit with his cock repeatedly.

“Hyuck-” you complain, your eyes heavy with arousal, “Is this what you want? Hm?” he teases with another slap to your clit again with the underside of his cock, your brows furrow as you nod.

“Yes, please...” you confess shyly. 

“You want my cock?” he’s taunting you at this point.

“Please Hyuck, I want to  feel you inside of me, I need it.” you give into what he wants immediately, too impatient to wait. 

He grunts as he pushes into you slowly, your mouth falling open in a moan as his thick cock stretches your walls. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

“You feel so good, f-fuck.” you gasp, and he grins, leaning down to kiss you. “Faster.” you urge him, wriggling under him, and he obliges, picking up the pace until he’s driving into you with quick, hard strokes. “Fuck, yes, just like that.” you groan as he thrusts into you sharply. 

“You’re so fucking wet.” he manages to get out through gritted teeth, his grip on your wrists tightening as he focuses on delivering deliberate, deep strokes into you. “You love this, don’t you; being pinned down and taken like this?”

“Yes.” you whimper, nodding vigorously. He moans at the sounds of pleasure you’re letting out and speeds up even more, shifting so he can lean down and kiss you deeply, his tongue flicking into your mouth skillfully.

Your hips move on their own accord, grinding down on him as he lets go of your hands and gropes your chest freely. He hisses and brings a hand down to rub at your clit, causing you to let out a sharp exhale at the added sensation. 

“Oh, my g-god.” you lift up slightly to take in the sight of his cock driving in and out of you, your head thumping back down onto the bed as pleasure starts to build in the familiar, welcome feeling of your impending climax.

“Fuck, you’re clenching around me.” He grunts, thrusting into you as he desperately chases both of your releases. “Are you gonna cum?”

“Yeah.” you breathe, your voice high with ecstasy and he nods, biting his lip as he angles his hips to fuck directly into your g-spot. You cry out loudly, stammering, “Oh god I’m cumming, I’m-“ and you do, a rush of relief taking over you as your whole body tenses before it goes completely slack.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He grunts, his thrusts speeding up as he moves his hand from your clit. “I want to cum on you.” he confesses, “Go ahead.” you nod, swallowing thickly.

“Shit” he curses in a hushed whisper, his movements a bit sloppy as he pulls out, his cock twitching as he releases all over your stomach, painting your skin with white streaks of cum. It’s warm against your skin, and the sight is so arousing you wish it was in you. “That’s so hot.” he chuckles, caressing his cum glistening on your stomach, your skin tickling at the feeling.

“Stop it’s getting gross now.” you complain, but he lifts his arousal-covered finger to your mouth. “Suck.” he orders and without thinking twice you take his finger into your mouth, sucking on it and licking it clean. 

“You’re a little slut for me aren’t you.” he teases, “Is this what you do with all the men you hate?” a loud pop sound releases from your lips as you tilt your head back freeing his finger from your mouth. “You’re the only one I hate.” you hiss, Hyuck grins with satisfaction at that statement. 

“You’re all mine then.” he smirks, you attempt to shove him off of you with your foot but you’re too weak from getting your shit rocked a few seconds ago, he barely budges. “You wish.” you coo at him, “Yeah I do.” he whispers, a hint of sincerity in his tone. You freeze at his words, “Sh-Shut up and get me a towel.” you stammer, looking away and pointing  to the bathroom in order to change the subject. He shoots you a warm smile before getting up and heading to the bathroom as you have instructed him to. You feel fuzzy inside, but you know you can’t let your guard down around him.

 After cleaning yourself up and clothing yourself, you quietly exit Hyuck’s room as he’s passed out on his bed. The car ride back home is not peaceful in the slightest due to your best friend who has been blowing your phone up ever since you disappeared with the male.

10:57 pm [Mia] : WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU??

10:57 pm [You] : Mia relax I’m fine

10:58 pm [You] : I’m sorry I didn’t tell you…

10:58 pm [You] : I mean I physically couldn't tell you anything…

10:59 pm [Mia] : Oh my god

10:59 pm [You] : Yeah

10:59 pm [Mia] : No way??? With him??

10:59 pm [You] : Yeah ><

11:00 pm [Mia] : Bitch call me rn

As you end the phone call with your best friend you giggle to yourself at how ridiculous the both of you sounded through the phone. Your thoughts are cut off by the taxi driver’s voice telling you that you have arrived to your destination. You pay him and take the elevator up to your floor since your legs can’t possibly handle going up the stairs after tonight.

Once in your room you undress and get ready to tuck yourself in when you hear your phone ring, it’s a message from an unknown number. You furrow your brows as you slide your finger unlocking your phone, directing you automatically to the message.

11:22 pm [?] : Why did you leave?

11: 22 pm [You] : Who is this?

11:22 pm [?] : Are you fr??

11:23 pm [You] : ???

11:23 pm [?] : ….. It’s Hyuck

11:23 pm [You] : What do you want?

11:23 pm [?] : I just asked why you left

11:24 pm [You] : Uhm to go home?? Duh??

11:24 pm [?] : Next time stay over

11:24 pm [You] : Who said there will be a next time 

11:24 pm [?] : You know there will ;)

11:25 pm [You] : I’m going to block you

11:25 pm [?] : That’s not a no ;)

11:25 pm [You] : Stop texting me

11:25 pm [? sent an image] 

You click on the image only to reveal a picture of Hyuck’s hand holding his cock up. Your eyes widen at the sight followed by a hard swallow.

11:27 pm [You] : I said stop texting me

11:27 pm [?] : That wasn't a text ;)

[incoming facetime call from ?] 

You stare at your phone ringing, hesitating whether or not to answer, but of course you give in.

“What-” you start to speak but a gasp replaces your words as you watch Hyuck stroke his semi-hard length on the other side of the face call. “He misses you.” he whispers, referring to the member wrapped in his hand. Your throat feels dry, and your hand unconsciously slips to your underwear, pulling it off and rubbing your palm against your clit in an attempt to imitate Hyuck’s girth. “Say something...” he murmurs breaking the awkward silence, his hand still pumping up and down his erection. 

“I-I miss it too… I want it.. in my mouth.” you stammer, your voice barely above a whisper. “Mmmh I want your lips around me, look at how hard I am for you.” he groans, thrusting his cock into his hand. You let out a sigh as you slip a finger into your entrance, mimicking his pace. “Show me.” he orders, and you oblige, lowering the camera down to face your core. “Fuck… so pretty, all those juices going to waste... if only I were there to lick you clean.” he groans, beads of precum forming at his tip.

“I want your cock in me, Hyuck, I want you to stain my insides.” you confess, blushing at your own words. “Yeah? Even though you hate me? You can’t help but love my cock huh?” he teases you, his words ignite a burning sensation in your stomach, making your walls tighten with pleasure. You let out muffled moans, hoping your neighbors won’t hear you. 

“K-keep talking.” you groan, “You like that? You like it when I tell you what I’m gonna do to you? Hmm? I’m gonna fuck you till you won’t even think of leaving, you’ll be so sore yet begging for more, I’ll make you love me.” he declares, almost threatening you. 

“Fuck Hyuck, I’m gonna cum.” you moan out, your fingers curling inside of you as you release your orgasm. “Good girl, such a pretty little voice.” 

“Faster.” you breathe, “Go faster, Hyuck.” you hear him hiss at your words, “I love it when you call my name, be a good girl and say that again for me.” he orders and you obey. “Faster, Hyuck.” that does it for him, you moaning his name is enough to make him fall apart. White streaks spurt out of his cock onto his stomach, your eyes widen at this glorious spectacle. 

“Fuck, look at what you made me do princess, if you only you were here to clean up your mess.” he blames you, clearly amused.

“Next time.” you tease, smacking a hand over your mouth as you just admitted to wanting a round two.

“I knew it.” he laughs. “Dream of me.” he sings, flipping the camera to his face, his golden skin glowing from the light bouncing off of his sweat, he looks damn good. “Maybe.” you answer, biting down at your bottom lip and lifting  your underwear back up. “Well I sure will.” he says before shooting you a wink and disconnecting the call. With that, you plug your phone for it to charge and turn to your side, ready to go to sleep, a faint smile plastered on your face. 

#smut #haechan #hyuck #nct #nct127 #nct smut #haechan smut #fic #fic writing #nct 127

[equestrianwritingsstuff]

Oh damn. Your drabble "Drowning" has given me IDEAS....

I can just see hero managing to stop villain from killing Supervillain, but Supervillain still being injured/ getting pneumonia from the water in his lungs... and how awkward it would be for hero to take care of someone who'd just tried to drown her.

This idea is fantastic! I hope that this was an ask to do it. If not, I apologize, but this was just such a great idea!

May get a little sad at the end (spoiler alert)

Drowning Part 2

Part 1

Warnings: concussion, CPR, death/killing mentions, descriptions of how someone was going to kill another (never acted upon), classic sick and delirious whumpee, sedatives mention, descriptions of medical setting and practices, mentions of loved ones death, pills (tylenol), hallucinations

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Villain grabbed the knife, his fingers clutching the hilt until they glowed white. Supervillain was breathing heavily, yet he was still unconscious- lips parted and blue.

Hero also moved forward, her legs tensed and ready to pounce. The scene registered in her mind very quickly. The knife, the villain, and the heaving supervillain... blood and then the inevitable stop of breath.

It didn't have to be inevitable.

Hero rushed forward, grabbing a metal rod, and landed the blow directly to Villain's temple. He faltered, letting go of the knife and collapsing into Hero's awaiting arms.

"M Hhh," he breathed, bleeding head lolling in the crease of Hero's elbow. His eyes shifted from focused to unfocused in a matter of seconds, only to fluctuate back. Here flipped out her phone and called her medic.

"Hero! You alright?"

"Yeah I'm fine. Get to Supervillain's base. It's empty. Villain has a bad concussion, he's not entirely lucid right now..."

"Oh uh, um... I'm on my way." The line clicked.

Hero laid Villain against the wall, cupping his heavy head for a moment before tending to the unmoving supervillain. He wasn't breathing.

Hero quickly felt for a pulse and upon finding a soft thump-thump, she tilted his head to the side. Water immediately gushed out of his nose and mouth. He sputtered a little bit, but never woke.

Hero pressed her lips against Supervillain's after rolling his head back to the center. She breathed into his mouth four times, checked to see if he began to breathe. No.

She continued this. Breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe, check... breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe, check... until the supervillain gasped for breath, choking and coughing out water and mucus.

Supervillain jerked himself forward, glancing at Hero to Villain and then back at Hero.

"H-" another coughing fit with more water. He started to gag, dry-heaving until tears spiked his eyes and nausea rose in his throat. When he was done, he scrambled to his feet and tumbled towards the open door to his base.

Hero returned to Villain's side and scooped her friend up. Medic wasn't there, so she decided to take him herself. Caressing his head, gently, she followed Supervillain outside and to her base.

The next day, Hero was walking along a sidewalk on her way home from visiting Villain in the hospital. It was a nice day, a great change from her near-death experience with Supervillain the day prior... Hero shuddered, trying not to think of the agonizingly cold water, the darkness lapping at her vision, knocking Villain out... the whole ordeal.

Knocking Villain out... Hero replayed the conversation she just had with her very ungrateful ex-frenenemy (apparently?). The half-dazed cusses and just plain rudeness from the bedridden patient were more than enough to make her feel annoyed. She saved Villain from committing an act that would have surely land him in jail- if not a mental facility. Especially the way the concussed villain talked about killing Supervillain. Apparently, Villain was going to slowly kill him with the knife, decorating major body parts with cuts and blood.

Hero sighed. That sadistic little turd that couldn't just walk away-

A groan.

Hero looked up to find herself walking in front of an alleyway. It was dark, if that's not a little too cliche, and eerily quite. Not even a stray cat knocked over a garbage can like in every classical alleyway scene.

Hero entered the alley stealthily, opening her holster and lying her hand over her gun. She looked behind every dumpster and every cardboard box. Finding nothing, she proceeded to leave, but two hands grabbed her mouth and throat.

Being yanked backwards sent a spark of adrenaline through Hero's veins. She turned and thrashed, but her attacker was unrelenting.

"Let me go!" Hero yelled when a large hand slipped away from her mouth. The other hand went away too. Pulling her gun out, Hero spun around, only to have a fist meet her face.

The impact startled her, but not as much as the body leaning heavily against her's.

The body heaved and gasped, heat radiating off its skin. Hero looked down and took in the features. She couldn't see a face, but it was obviously a guy. Hero dragged the man over to the only bare spot against the brick wall and leaned him aaginst it. She began to step away, only to realize that his head was resting against her shoulder.

"Hey," Hero mumured and grabbed the man's cheeks, holding him up, examining his face...

Hero nearly dropped the pale face.

It was Supervillain.

Also known as the man who tried to kill her.

Hero, for a brief second of primitive logic, contemplated leaving the feverish man to deal with himself. But guilt, and maybe a twinge of annoyance, drove her the complete opposite direction.

After all, she didn't just save him and give Villain a concussion only for him to die, right?

Yet as she scooped her attacker up, two portions of her brain- her sensible part and her empathetic part- played tug-of-war with each other. Drop him, bring him home, drop him, bring him home...

Of course the empathetic clump of cells won and she bridal-carried the shivering supervillain to her apartment.

She set Supervillain on her beige couch with a blanket strewn over his lap. He just had a cold right? She brought him some tylenol and a glass of water.

"Hey," she said softly, almost a whisper. Supervillain seemed so disconnected that she was afraid that she would startle him. His eyes were glassy and had an abnormal, faraway look.

Supervillain didn't reply, or look at Hero. His gaze was fixated on a corner of the living room.

Then, like a bomb suddenly going off, he started to cough.

He coughed until blood, water and mucus gushed from his mouth. He hacked it up like a waterfall. Hero stood up, linked her hands under his shoulders and hauled him into a better sitting position.

He coughed until he was sobbing, screaming. He fell back against the cushions, sputtering and crying, with tears streaming down his face. Each breath seemed to be a workout- shaky and shallow. He never made eye contact with Hero. Just stared ahead, coughing and crying.

"Are you okay?" Hero asked, loudly, but she still doubted the sick supervillain heard her. She placed a hand against his back, rubbing circles. It was just a cold- she was certain.

But he was so hot.

So unnaturally hot.

Hero frowned and went to grab a thermometer. She placed it against Supervillain's lips, but he didn't open them.

"Come on now," she coaxed gingerly and rubbed his flushed cheeks. She sighed. She didn't even need to know the temperature to know that the sick man infront of her had a fever.

Supervillain parted his mouth open and allowed the pointed metal edge to find a home under his tongue. He tried to move it around, but his resolve was too weak. Hero held it there until it beeped. 102.9

102.9 degrees fahrenheit. Nearly 103 degrees...

"Oh gosh," Hero exclaimed and dumped a couple tablets out of the tylenol bottle. She coaxed them onto Supervillain's bacteria-lidden tongue and pressed the glass of water against his bottom lip.

"Drink," she whispered. Supervillain obeyed and took a sip just big enough to force the pills down.

"Good job," she praised and lowered Supervillain down. Only for him to start coughing again.

"Take it easy, honey," she murmured. Honey? Where did that come from? Come on Hero, she scolded herself. The guy just tried to drown you the other day; you don't have to make this even more awkward or embarrassing.

Supervillain leaned into her. His firey body nearly made Hero begin to sweat. His eyelids drooped, breaths slowed, and soon he was alseep in her arms.

Hero knelt there by the armrest, alone with her intense thoughts. She rubbed his moist hair, allowing her nails to scratch at his scalp. Even alseep, she hoped it gave some comfort.

Not that he exactly deserved comfort. Villain was in a hospital bed, sleeping off sedatives and painkillers greedily and dealing with a major concussion. She thought of the grim night the doctors and her shared. Restraining a delirious villain, the MRI, all the tests... and then finally given the clear to inject a moderate sedative dose to help him sleep.

But Hero still gave the undeserved comfort. Maybe she was too empathetic, too caring and generous for her own good, but that matter could be taken care of another day.

Supervillain awoke a few hours later to Hero'd strawberry smelling hair resting against the top of his head. Her arms dangled across his chest as if she was giving him a hug from behind. She fell alseep mid-hug.

Of course, the supervillain did not register this interaction as that. He imagined it more as encompassing tendrils of ivy tying him down to a foreign object. He squirmed, trying to break free of Mother Nature's restraints, but he was too sick, too weak, and too helpless to do much more than move around.

Hero then woke up also, pulling her arms- the so-called vines- off the terrified supervillain's body.

"Good morning," she yawned and pressed a hand against her ward's forehead. Supervillain didn't seem to know what to do. He wavered between pushing forward into the hand- or the frustratingly threatening boulder to him- or pulling away. He chose the later, jerking away only to send a rush of mind reeling dizziness through his head.

He swayed, or he thought he did for he was still lying against the couch as if a magnetic force attached him to it. Reaching out weakly to grab Hero's hands, he closed his eyes.

"You are so sick," Hero cooed, her voice a mixture of both anxiety and tranquility. Supervillain gripped her tighter and tried to pull himself up to her.

"Shh, shh," Hero whispered. "Sleep."

Supervillain seemed like he nodded. Or was it due to him loosening up as he fell asleep again? Hero didn't know, nor cared.

She stood up and laid a blanket over Supervillain before heading into the kitchen to make a bland chicken soup and a small bowl of rice.

After the meal was done, about thirty minutes later, Hero returned to Supervillain on the couch with a portable plastic table and the food. She propped the still sleeping man into a sitting position before awakening him.

Supervillain blearily opened his eyes, blinked, and settled his gaze on Hero's eyes. He twitched his head upwards, but that was all. Hero didn't even think he noticed the steaming food on the table beside him.

"Want to eat?" She asked, more to herself than anyone. Supervillain looked at her with those wide, brown eyes like he did right before he attempted to drown her.

"Mnh," Supervillain groaned. "M chest hurts."

"Your chest hurts?"

"Mhm."

Hero tentatively lifted his shirt, but the feverish man didn't seem to care, or realize the possible intimate gesture.

"Let's take this off, shall we?"

Supervillain nodded, which made Hero nervous. Why was he being so compliant?

Nevertheless, she striped his shirt off and examined his ribcage. She had him take a couple deep breaths, but the movement seemed to exhaust him further. His ribs seemed a bit swollen, but nothing was broken.

Then a horrid realization dawned on her.

He had pneumonia. Most likely due to the water still festering in his lungs.

"Ooookay," Hero breathed. She would deal with that later, maybe call Medic- no, no one could know that she was housing the Man of Terrors- but first she had to get some food into Supervillain's stomach.

So she spooned, mouthful by mouthful into Supervillain's parched mouth slowly. She cleaned any broth dripping down his chin with a washcloth.

After he finished eating, Supervillain was so exhausted that he nearly fell alseep with his neck bent awkwardly. Hero readjusted him to a laying position, but elevated him slightly to ease his ragged breathing.

Pneumonia.

That would explain the harsh breathing and the daunting fever. Gosh, was he sick and so sudden too. Hero sat next to Supervillain, rubbing his hair back from his sweaty forehead like a caretaker.

Even though it was awkward, given the circumstances and past events, Hero stayed with him all night. Easing his pain, feeding him small bits of rice and soup, taking off blankets and putting them back on, wet washcloths and fans. Sometimes she would doze off on his chest, but never for long.

Whatever connection and trust built up between the two that night was unbelievable. Extraordinary, even. But still, nothing, not even with the newfound relationship, prepared Hero for the one simple and innocent yet insanely heartbreaking word that sickly Supervillain uttered.

"Mother?" He squeaked, looking up at Hero with eyes so full of love and relief that they looked about to burst. Hero felt her heart break, shattered to a million pieces as her guest extended his hand to her face.

"Am I in heaven?" He asked in such a childish manner. He looked around, but frowned at his surroundings. "Mother? You're dead right? Am I dead too?" The previous chirpy voice lowered to Supervillain's desolate montone.

Hero didn't know what to say, for Supervillain gazed at her with all the intent he could physically muster.

She could give into the hallucination and play along, but guilt would eat her alive. But, she thought it rude to just blatantly say, "No. You're mother is dead. It's me, Hero."

Supervillain whimpered, chin trembling as he began to cry. Hero winced, but then realized:

She said those words outloud and now she had a grieving, delirious, and sick supervillain to tend to. Great, just great.

#villain whumpee #supervillain whumpee #hero caretaker #tw death mention #sick whumpee #pneumonia #writing #heros and villains #feverish whumpee #feverish villain #hero x supervillain #maybe? #delirious whumpee

[fandomfic-galore]

Training

Chapter two. 

Warnings: smut, forced intoxication, mafia stuff, offering of being pimped out. swearing, 

Beta: @kalesrebellion

We need to meet... alone 

The text from Slick made your heart drop, your hands started to shake slightly as you clung to your phone. 

“Y/n what’s wrong?” Steve enquired. 

Looking at Steve with wide eyes, your mind raced with the different scenarios of what could happen if you didn’t tell Steve and Bucky. You could feel your heart through your ribs, your palms started to sweat as the death grip on your phone turned your knuckles white. 

“I...don’t know,” being honest with the man, you didn’t truly know what was wrong, or if anything was wrong. Steve reached over and grabbed your phone out of your hands, struggling against your hands that grasped the phone for dear life. 

“What does he mean alone, what have you done?” 

“Nothing,” you snapped. Bucky was looking over Steve’s shoulder, onto the screen. His mouth opened with a shocked look in his eyes. 

Biting your lip, you could feel your right leg started to shake. Your head started to spin as the feeling of dread washed over your body. You wanted the ground to swallow you whole, what if Slick discovered your secret. Even both men that you worked with didn’t know, no one in the whole department was allowed to know. Looking down at your hands, you could feel your eyes starting to sting. Tears started to fall down your cheeks, your stomach was in your throat, you didn’t know what to do. 

A few had passed and you managed to set up your meeting with Slick. Making your way to his house, you took in the scene in front of you. House was an understatement, Slick owned a mansion, it was two floors of marble flooring. Spiral wooden staircases every turn you made, his kitchen was the same size of the apartment you were sharing with Steve and Bucky. Standing in a room that had a mini grand piano sitting in the corner, with the walls decorated in various expensive paintings, you shifted your weight between your feet. The silence that filled the room fed your anxiety. 

“Breath y/n, we are right there with you,” Bucky’s whispered voice came over the intercom that was discreetly tucked into your ear. 

“Y/n” Slick welcomed you, “Wine? Tea?” he gestured to one of his goons who held out a tray of different drinks. 

“No thank you...I’m ok,” your voice was shaky, if you didn’t calm your nerves down soon, you would probably be made in two seconds. 

Following Slick into what you could only presume was an office, he gestured to a chair. Sitting down, you knew you won’t be able to get comfortable until he stated what he wanted from you. He took his time sitting down behind the big mahogany desk, he made a show of pulling out a cigar, cutting off the end and lighting it with a match. The smell of the cigar smoke filled your nose and you wanted to throw the contents of your stomach over the man's desk. His soulless blue eyes watched you intensely as he rested his feet on top of the desk. 

“I was thinking,” Shit this was bad you thought to yourself “I may have another way of being able to sell more product,” he took another slow drag of his cigar. The smell started to fill the room. “I want you to work at one of my clubs,” Confusion washed over you as you watched him. “You're hot y/n, the kind of hot that would make me wanna push you down over my desk and fuck you whilst having a meeting kinda hot,” you gulped as you listened to his words roll off his tongue, the sense of nausea filled your stomach again. “So, why don’t you work at my club and...get you to sell the product, and offer other services to your fellow alphas.” 

Frustration, annoyance and anger started bubbling up deep within you. Taking a deep breath, you plastered a fake smile on your lips. You knew you had to play a part to make this believable. Biting your bottom lip and looking down to the ground, you crossed your legs, slowly. Making sure the creep was watching your every action. 

“So you want to pimp me out?” You asked as you tilted your head up and watched Slick through your eyelashes. Your body was portraying a version of yourself you thought you would never show, your mind however, was wondering how difficult it would be to kill someone with a letter opener. 

“Well you do work for me now, what I say goes after all,” taking the small drag of his cigar he stood up and stalked towards you. “But first, I need one of my men to...sample you shall we say” reaching out to grab your shoulder, he tried to show you his dominance over you. “I think Steve or Bucky will do or both. That’s up to you, but I want them to report back to me,” you locked eyes with him as his grip on your shoulder tightened. Biting your bottom lip, you nodded your head gently. 

Slick motioned you to leave his office, getting up slowly, you came face to face with the murdering, drug dealing monster. His hand slid down your arm and it sent a shiver down your spine. Biting the inside of your cheek you tried not to bat his hand away. Turning, Slick slapped your ass as you walked away. Focusing on the sound of your heels clicking against the marble floor, it took everything inside of you to stop the anger that was boiling inside of you to take over and slap him across the face. 

That evening was uneventful compared to morning. Steve and Bucky tried to talk to you, tried to get you to explain what was going through your mind. Currently your mind was a mess, you couldn’t get the image of Slick at his desk as he told you his plans, it made you feel sick every time you saw his face. 

Bucky  was standing in front of you and handed you his famous family tea, taking a sip, a bitter taste touched your tongue. But with the way your mind was racing, you didn’t care. The strange taste was not your biggest worry currently. Curling up on the sofa, tucking your knees under you, wrapping your hands around the cup of hot tea you wanted everything to go back to normal. You didn’t want to be undercover anymore, you desperately wanted to be back in your cosy one bedroom apartment watching crap T.V. 

“So…” Bucky hesitated as you looked at him with red, puffy eyes. “How are you feeling?” you shrugged your shoulders as words escaped you.  “Have you told Fury?” your heart sank at his name. Fury was your Captain and also your department link due to how difficult this case was. Fury was the only man you trusted with your life, him knowing what had happened in the meeting, would send him into a killing spree. Shaking your head no, you wanted to cry. Bucky wrapped an arm around your shoulder and brought you into his torso. Your head rested against his toned stomach as he stroked your arm. His soft fingers brought a sense of comfort as you closed your eyes. 

The loud slam of the door, shook you from your comfort state. Jumping out of Bucky’s arms, you looked towards the culprit who had distrubed the both of you. Steve stormed towards two of you, his frow was creased, his chest was quickly rising and falling as he locked eyes with Bucky. 

“Slick just phoned…” Steve paused as you and Bucky looked at each other with confusion written across your faces. “If we don’t...Fuck...if we don’t fuck Y/n and report back in two days, he is sending in Frank Grillo,” Looking up at Steve, you bit your bottom lip as you tried to recall who Frank was, the name was not ringing a bell to you. A whispered shit could be heard from Bucky. “What? What is it?” you questioned as your eyes darted from one man to another. Bucky took a sharp breath in, watching him, he ran his hands through his brown locks. “He...he isn't...he’s not gentle when it comes to women,” Bucky lowered his gaze. 

Standing up from your spot on the sofa, you stomped towards the kitchen. Throwing open a cupboard door, you grabbed a glass and a bottle of wine. Opening the wine, your frustration was overtaking you as the corkscrew seemed to take too long to open the bottle. Sighing with relief as the cork popped, you watched as the crimson liquid filled the glass, not paying attention to the two men who had stalked behind you. Once the glass was filled with only a slither at the top so you didn’t overspill the alcohol, you took a gulp that filled your mouth until you were satisfied. Slamming the glass on the kitchen top, you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand. 

“Well,” placing a hand on your hip as you looked at both men. “How are we doing this?” 

“Y/n, we can’t...we shouldn’t” Steve started to stutter.  Snapping your head towards him, you narrowed your eyes as you watched him tumble for the words. “What’s wrong Steve, am I not hot enough for ya?” The events of the day, and all your feelings that were simmering deep inside of you, snapped and had come to the surface. Taking another gulp of your wine, you felt a hand place over your own. Looking at the owner, Bucky offered you a soft smile. Licking your lips as watched Bucky guided your hand to place the glass gently on the kitchen top. 

Bucky grabbed the top of your arms and forced you to look at him. Feeling numb inside, you locked eyes with the man. His ocean blue eyes calmed you as you lost your train of thought, taking a long, deep breath, the feeling of Bucky’s hand on your arms, slowly calmed your mind. His thumbs tracing up and down your arms, the feeling of anger was replaced with a calm, soothing sensation. Smiling softly to Bucky, his hand cupped your cheek and his thumb started to stroke your face, leaning into his touch as it was hypnotising. 

“Not like this Y/n, trust me when I say that,” he turned your head to Steve, “both of us, want to fuck you. The things we would do to you baby girl are unspeakable, but not when you’re emotional like this,” Bucky turned your head to look at him, leaning his forehead against yours, his scent sent you into overdrive. “We want you to feel, every kiss, every touch, that we place on your beautiful body. So how does tomorrow sound.” Placing a soft kiss on your lips, you closed your eyes as a sudden surge of want came over you, you needed more from Bucky and you needed it now. Pulling away from you Bucky licked his lips, “in time Beta, all in good time.”

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[achubbydumpling]

Modern Bucky is fat and Steve’s sugar baby. Steve likes to spoil him. :3

eyy only took me a month and a half to answer 😂😂 I'm sorry, nonnie, but I'm highjacking your idea and using it for today's chubtober prompt :D

(I ended up having a lot more ideas for this than I could actually finish writing in time, so this ends pretty abruptly as soon as Steve and Bucky actually meet)

[unfinished] Oct 3: Masks and Malfunctions

Rating: Mature Words: 1911 Relationship: James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers Additional Tags: Sugar Daddy AU, Daddy Kink, Belly Kink, Weight Gain, Verbal Humiliation, Stuffing, Corsets, Age Gap

Bucky’s phone chimed and he didn’t even have to look at the screen to know that “Steve” just sent him more than enough money for the costume Bucky wanted. He didn’t actually know if that was the guy’s real name, but he’d been funding Bucky’s lifestyle since the beginning of college and Bucky wasn’t about to fuck that up by questioning the guy’s identity.

If this were a normal Halloween party Bucky would have just bought a random costume at Spirit Halloween, but his kinda boyfriend Jonas (it’s complicated) had invited him as a plus one to an actual masquerade ball. Bucky didn’t even know those kinds of things existed outside of fantasy novels, but right now he was at a high-end clothing store getting an “appropriate” costume.

[Bucky] Thank you, Daddy❤

Bucky texted Steve and then went back to trying on another dress shirt. This one had a looser cut that reminded him of something the male love interest in a period drama would wear or a pirate.

“Wonderful choice,” the store clerk told Bucky when he stepped back from the mirror. Bucky would probably never get used to having someone help him pick out clothes, but the higher-end stores Bucky had been to all offered this type of assistance.

“It drapes very well,” the clerk said with a sneer on his face. Bucky turned back to the mirror. Yes, he had to admit he’d fallen victim to the freshman 15. A small belly was rounding out even against the loose fabric of the shirt, but he didn’t actually feel self-conscious.

Steve had complimented him on every single one of those pounds. Bucky probably wouldn’t even have noticed all the changes to his body if Steve hadn’t been constantly talking about them. Bucky had never put much effort into maintaining his physique, but being hyped up by Steve over the smallest changes of his body made him feel desired and his heart fluttered every time his sugar daddy complimented his thicker thighs and soft belly.

“Any other suggestions?” Bucky asked and the clerk scoffed.

“A corset,” he muttered under his breath, but Bucky’s ears pricked up at the suggestion. His first instinct was to text Steve. Bucky didn’t know why it was important for him to know Steve’s opinion when Bucky was going to the party as someone else’s plus one, but excitement stirred in Bucky’s stomach at what Steve might say.

“Sure, get the corset.” Bucky sent the clerk on their way and then sat down to text Steve. He could feel his belly straining against the shirt buttons now that he was sitting down and he snapped a picture of the way the buttons on the otherwise loose shirt were straining over the thickest part of his belly.

[Bucky] Daddy~ they’re telling me I’m fat

[Bucky] they said I need a corset

[Steve] You will look incredible either way.

Annoyance prickled at the back of Bucky’s neck from the generic compliment.

[Bucky] that’s not what I asked

[Steve] You didn’t ask anything.

Bucky rolled his eyes at how literal Steve could sometimes be, but Bucky also didn’t know how to ask for what he really wanted to hear.

Some of his classmates had teased him for his weight gain and instead of making Bucky feel insecure, the hot shame had shot straight to his dick and he’d had to excuse himself to deal with the problem. Since then Bucky couldn’t stop thinking about Steve telling him those things.

Bucky didn’t even know what the guy looked like, but he’d quickly developed a crush just from texting him. It was actually fun to talk. Bucky couldn’t understand how the guy was single when he seemed like this perfect, interesting and kind guy—and rich on top of all that.

There has to be something wrong with him, but so far Bucky hadn’t been able to figure it out. Not for the first time Bucky wondered who Steve actually was, but his thoughts were interrupted when the clerk came back with three different corsets.

All the same material and color, just different cuts. Bucky’s eyes were immediately drawn to the tiny waist cincher—just tall enough to cover the widest part of his belly. Despite his grumblings the clerk helped Bucky lace up the corset and when he looked in the mirror he couldn’t believe it was him looking back.

His entire body shape seemed different. From the billowing sleeves of the shirt emphasizing his wide shoulders to the waist cincher doing an excellent job of making it look like he still had a waist instead of the soft belly that was hidden underneath. The simple black slacks he was wearing completed his outfit. Simple colors, just black and white.

The mask he had chosen matched as well. A deep midnight black that contrasted with his piercing blue eyes and gold detailing that caught the light when Bucky turned his head. He snapped another picture for Steve, but didn’t wait for his response. Bucky could still hardly believe that a single outfit could be this expensive, but Steve of course had transferred enough money to pay for it. On his way home Bucky finally checked his phone.

[Steve] What did I tell you? Incredible.

[Bucky] better than without the corset?

[Steve] This feels like a set-up.

Bucky groaned at Steve’s response. Of course, Bucky would luck out and get the sugar daddy that won’t humiliate him for gaining fifteen pounds before the semester was even over and wasn’t that a personal revelation. Bucky had never thought of himself as someone who could want something like this, but since gaining weight he had become more aware of his body—and how others perceived it.

[Bucky] it is

He quickly pocketed his phone after sending that text. Bucky immediately regretted it. He’d had a good thing going with Steve. Why risk fucking that up? His phone vibrated multiple times, but Bucky was too worried to check his messages until he got home. As soon as he’d closed the apartment door behind him he fished his phone out of his pocket.

[Steve] What does that mean?

[Steve] If you don’t want to continue this arrangement, you can just tell me.

[Steve] Bucky.

[Steve] Answer me.

[Steve] What do you want me to say? That you’re a spoiled pig? That you’ve gotten fat on your Daddy’s money and need a corset to look good for your little boytoy?

Bucky’s throat went dry as he read Steve’s message. The wave of lust that crashed through him, threw him off balance and he sat down heavily on the bench in the entry way of his apartment. He read the message again. And again. His dick gave an interested twitch. It was embarrassing how much he reacted to Steve’s words.

[Steve] Is that what you want?

[Steve] Don’t leave me on read.

Bucky didn’t know what to say. He typed and retyped the same message again until another one from Steve popped up.

[Steve] ‘Yes’ or ‘no’? It can’t be this hard to type one fucking word.

Bucky couldn’t breathe. Steve had always been kind and considerate, it made Bucky’s heart race to see this side of him.

[Bucky] Yes.

[Steve] Thank you, but we will talk more about this tomorrow.

Bucky’s phone chimed to tell him, he should be on his way now if he wanted to get to the party on time. His mind was still caught up in foggy arousal, his cock tenting his slacks. It’s too much, he wasn’t thinking straight and Steve wasn’t even here—wasn’t even touching him. Just a text and Bucky was a mess.

At least the walk to the subway station helped to clear Bucky’s head and chase away some of the immediate, burning need that had been burning in his guts just a few minutes earlier. It left him frustrated, but slightly more level-headed and in a more appropriate mood to be out in public.

When Bucky met up with Jonas outside the high-rise office building the guy was already wasted. He was surrounded by his office buddies and Bucky was honestly about to turn on his heel and go back home when Jonas called out to him. With all his mates there Jonas treated Bucky like another one of them and Bucky was already over the metaphorical dick-measuring contest that was happening whenever one of these guys opened their mouth.

Once they got inside Bucky split off from the group, Jonas didn’t even seem to notice. So, he explored the venue. The party stretched across multiple floors. The bottom floor was full of rich and wanna-be rich people schmoozing and socializing, barely anyone of them had stuck to the masquerade theme and Bucky kept debating whether he should take off his own mask.

He was much more comfortable on the upper floor. There were less people here and most of them kept to themselves. He felt less out of place when he noticed that most of the people here stuck to the masquerade theme, there were only a few people who’s face wasn’t at least partially hidden behind a mask.

Jonas didn’t even shoot him a quick text to ask where he had disappeared to, so Bucky was more than ready to just find whatever food this place offered, eat for free tonight and make the best of the situation. He didn’t know what he’d expected dating someone his age, but Bucky was done settling for anything and he made a resolution to break up whatever was going on between him and Jonas.

When Bucky finally found the buffet that was standard for these types of events, he couldn’t stop himself from loading up two plates and searching for a quiet, secluded place to eat. At this point it had become a reflex to send Steve a text whenever he sat down to stuff himself.

[Bucky] found the food

He sent a picture with his hand next to the plates to give Steve a sense of how big they were. Some guy’s phone went off as soon as Bucky hit send two tables over and for a moment Bucky wondered if that’s Steve.

He had a commanding presence even sitting down. Bucky could tell he’s a gym buff from his ridiculous shape. His shoulders looked almost double the size of his waist. As well as the large plate of food in front of him. This man needed to fuel his body with all those calories, but Bucky was eating more than him and only planning on getting fatter. Bucky dug in.

His little costume went from fitting perfectly fine to too tight within half a plate of food. The corset was throwing a wrench into Bucky’s plan of stuffing himself. He already felt full before he had even really gotten started. The blond guy from two tables over caught Bucky’s eye again. He was frowning at his phone and looking back up at Bucky.

[Steve] What are you doing here?

[Bucky] what do you mean?

Another phone chime from two tables down. Bucky re-read the text two times before he looked back at the blond guy. No way that’s Steve. That would be too much of a coincidence, right? Bucky sent another message and the guy’s phone went off again. For a moment Bucky contemplates just getting up and walking away, but then Steve was already out of his chair and walking up to Bucky’s table.

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[amorgansgal]

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#5

I was wondering if I could ask for headcanons about what it's really like/feels like to kiss Arthur/have him kiss reader, when reader has really never ever..done that before...

If not, that's ok!

Course you can! Who doesn't want to imagine what it would be like to kiss Arthur Morgan? :D

If you’re nervous about your first kiss, then it’s nothing compared to how Arthur’s feeling. The man is absolutely shitting himself and is so worried about getting it wrong or giving you an awful first kiss.

There’s been numerous times when he’s wanted to kiss you and you’ve come close, but he’s held you off and pulled away. Mostly because he’s terrified about allowing himself to love again. For Arthur even a kiss is a big deal.

He will check in with you throughout to make sure it is what you want, he’ll hesitate, gaze into your eyes, try to read what’s on your mind, just in case he’s all wrong and you aren’t actually interested.

He’ll gently and very tentatively cup your face in one hand, and then approach you very slowly and cautiously. There’s plenty of time for you to back out and he can go and lick his wounds elsewhere.

Then he’ll very softly kiss you, it’s so light you can barely feel it, though it sends your heart racing and turn your legs to absolute jelly! Part of the excitement and thrill comes from the sense that he’s holding back, though he doesn’t want to.

268 notes • Posted 2021-10-28 12:26:49 GMT

#4

Seriously, the fact I have to think of titles for my fics is just one of the worst and most hardest things to do! Writing the fic is easier than coming up with a bloody title!

270 notes • Posted 2021-09-13 21:54:36 GMT

#3

Welcome Home, Mr Morgan

Little drabble because I love the idea of Arthur Morgan referring to you as his wife a little bit possessively and because Arthur Morgan deserves love and happiness.

Summary: Very au. You're the wife of Arthur Morgan and your husband has just returned to camp after an extended time apart from each other, but you sometimes like to tease him a little before welcoming him properly.

Warnings: None, mostly fluff, a little hint of sexual tension. Just the way I like it!

‘Where is she then?’ he finally asks.

‘Who?’ Dutch’s voice sounds light and curious, but underneath it even you can hear the teasing tone.

You catch Arthur’s slight grumble of annoyance. After all, why would he be asking for anyone else?

‘My wife,’ he growls. His voice still sends shivers through you, the barest hint of his possessive nature and strong affection for you.

‘I have a feeling she’s over by that tree.’

You vaguely think about circling around the tree, forcing Arthur to run round it. When you haven’t seen each other for a while Arthur’s very keen on pulling you into his tent; running his hands over your waist, pressing hot, needy kisses along your neck and inhaling the scent of your hair.

274 notes • Posted 2021-07-10 15:30:17 GMT

#2

Hello, could you write some (gender neutral) headcanons about a reader, who speaks several languages? like they speak, german with Herr Strauss, and spanish with Javier.

Could you also make the camp react to them speaking another language, because they told nobody that they are a polyglot? and if you want, make them Arthur's S/O

Sorry if this request is weird and boring!!

There was no way this request was weird or boring. It was nice writing something a little light hearted and fun! I hope I did this ok, I can only speak the tiniest bit of German, so was not going to risk embarassing myself too much with attempting to write in a different language.

Javier is the first one who cottons on that you may understand different languages, when you snort with laughter after he calls Sean a ‘Stupid, ginger donkey’ in Spanish. He’s a little sneaky and tests you by shouting ‘Duck!’ and seeing you hit the deck confirms his suspicions.

But he only assumes that you can speak Spanish.

Javier likes having someone who can speak his language and speaks it well, he’s all too familiar with Arthur’s attempts of ‘Vamos’!

Arthur’s very impressed that you can speak more than one language. You do attempt to teach him some phrases in Spanish, but he can’t quite get to grips with them. It’s the r-rolling that foils him and actually remembering them properly.

Arthur accidentally calls Boaz a ‘Good Chicken’ which makes Javier laugh so much he ends up crying. Arthur swears never to attempt Spanish again.

‘I thought you said chicken was boy!’ ‘Chico, honey.’

306 notes • Posted 2021-09-20 09:38:19 GMT

#1

Me if I was an NPC in RDR2!

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[lahyene]

A Hollywood Love Story.

Pairing: young!chris evans x reader

Summary: Making it in Hollywood is hard, and when you run into the up and coming Chris Evans at a party, you can’t help but be a little intrigued by the frat boy vibes he practically emanates. You never knew you’d actually fall in love with him while both of you climb the ladder to the top.

Themes: romance, fluff, alcohol, smoking

Word count: 2208

You’re sitting on the kitchen counter, your crop top barely covering your breasts and your shorts practically the size of underwear. As a girl must dress if she’s trying to make it big in Hollywood, being nothing but an Instagram model. Cigarette in your mouth, you take a drag and let the smoke blow out rather close to the face of the man who’s desperately trying to chat you up right now, but you couldn’t care less as your eyes wander the scene of this house party. You’re here to network, to find connections. If you can’t make this work, you’re going to have to move back home and that’s the last thing you want after being exposed to so much freedom.

You saw him the second you walked into this party. He hasn’t quite made it big yet, but he’s probably the most famous one here. Chris Evans. He’s appeared in a few movies, nothing blockbuster, though he’s very well known for his incredibly handsome features and well defined body. You’re sure the two of you have more in common than one would think, being seen more so for your appearance than your personality or talent. People assume you to be trashy and shallow, but they don’t realize that in this world, you have to come off that way in the beginning. No one’s going to wait around to get to know you or the level of depth you have. It’s all about your looks until you finally make it.

When you last saw him, he was on the couch with a girl on either side of him, taking turns making out with each. You’ve heard he’s quite the party boy, dabbling in drugs and alcohol, and practically drowning in female companionship. You thought he was dating Jessica Biel, but seeing his tongue shoved down this blonde’s throat as his hand snakes up the thigh of the brunette, you figure they’re not as committed or exclusive as they let on.

Quite honestly, you’re not interested in him in terms of networking. He isn’t going to do you any favors, he’s probably in a phase where he needs to look out for himself before anyone else. And you completely understand. It’s what Hollywood does to you-- makes you selfish, desperate, twisted. You know there’s a light at the end of the tunnel, but damn, is it a long tunnel.

You’ve barely even realized the male in front of you is still talking. You’re about to shut him down when you see Chris enter the kitchen, without his little playthings, surprisingly enough. The two of you make eye contact. You don’t even have to try; you can already tell he’s intrigued. You aren’t sure whether that’s flattering or concerning. He seems like he’d be intrigued by a hobo, as long as said hobo were to have a vagina. He walks over to you with a gait of confidence, corner of his lips already tugging upwards. He steps in right next to the man, his presence shutting him up.

“Hey there. Haven’t seen you around here before. What’s your name, beautiful?”

You take another drag as you listen to him, your expression barely changing. This time, you turn your head to blow the smoke out before looking to him again. “Y/N.” You tap the cigarette in the ashtray next to you, arching an eyebrow. “And you’re Chris, if I’m not mistaken? It’s nice to meet you.”

“So you already know who I am.” He states, and you’re almost amused by that arrogant twinkle in his eyes. “It’s very nice to meet you too, Y/N.” The male standing next to him finally speaks up in annoyance, “Excuse me, I was in the middle of a conversation with-”

“It’s not a conversation if only one person is talking.” You cut him off, disposing of the cigarette entirely before handing him your empty cup. “Make yourself useful and toss this out for me, would you?” He scoffs incredulously but takes it, grumbling as he walks away. Chris looks at you with a grin, clucking his tongue. “Damn, baby girl. Ice cold. Not that I can blame you, you looked bored as fuck sitting over here.”

“Were you watching me?” you ask innocently, your voice silky as you gaze up at him. His eyes are gorgeous, you have to give him that. His whole face is, really. As much as you’d love to say that he’s overrated, you can’t. He’s handsome, and he knows it. “A little bit, yeah.” He admits shamelessly, glancing back to the spot where he was sitting on the couch, the area slightly visible from where you are in the kitchen. “Those little kittens over there are great and all, but… I dunno. Something about you is more appealing.” He looks back at you and smirks, continuing, “Probably the fact that everything about your beauty is natural.”

He’s right, but you imagine he probably says this to even the most Botox-ed of Hollywood women.

“Thank you.” You practically purr nonetheless with a small smirk. “Wanna step outside with me for a bit? It’s getting kind of hot in here.”

“Sure. Let me grab us a drink too. What do you want?”

“A beer’s fine, thanks.”

His eyes practically light up, his smirk growing wider. “Oh, yeah? Damn, I’ve never met a girl at one of these parties that drinks beer. Always complaining about how it’s going to make them fat or whatever.”

You shrugged nonchalantly as you slid down from the counter, tapping your lightly toned stomach. “Fast metabolism, I guess. Those fruity cocktails and shit have way too much sugar, I’d probably get less sick if I just drank rubbing alcohol. Beer’s good.”

He laughs and you can tell he’s already impressed. You feel strangely good about this. “Alright, sweetheart. I’ll meet you out on the deck.”

____________________

It’s a whirlwind of a romance.

You never thought this would happen to you. You constantly hear about celebrities getting together after knowing each other for ten seconds, getting married after dating for eleven. You’d scoff at the thought. That’s infatuation, not love.

Now as you’re holding Chris’ hand as he uses his other one to shield you from the lights of the paparazzi cameras flashing in your face, you wonder how the hell you got here. Going on dates every week, spending the night at whomever’s place is closest- you’ve even Facetimed his parents a few times, for God’s sake, and you’ve only been dating for three months.

You haven’t told him you love him yet, nor has he told you. You’re not ready for that. He’s clearly still dripping in the residue from his playboy days, and you’ve simply always had a difficult time with… well, emotions.

It’s the main cause behind any arguments you two have. While he still has a very frat boy-esque mentality, he’s also very sensitive to feelings. He’s a romantic at heart; he’s like an open book, and he surprisingly has no problem being vulnerable. You, on the other hand, keep everything bottled up. It’s what you’re used to.

Still, you make it work. You’ve never been in a relationship that feels so serious. Even the arguments only furthermore make it seem real, like you've been dating for years rather than a few months.

The two of you finally approach the gate of the apartment complex, entering as you let out a little breath upon being free from the paparazzi’s clutches. “I don’t know how you deal with this everyday.” You shake your head, barely laughing. “It’s exhausting.” He chuckles and guides you inside, raising a brow. “Well, baby doll, it’s going to be your life pretty soon now that you’ve found yourself an agent- you know that, right?”

You can’t hold back your smile, even though you’ve been strictly telling yourself not to keep your hopes up. “I don’t have one yet, it’s just a meeting. I can’t get too excited!” He scoffs and suddenly grabs your waist, playfully tackling you down onto the couch as you squeal. “Well, I’m going to be excited for you then. C’mon baby, look at you. You’re fucking gorgeous, and you’ve been gaining more and more followers by the second. And the agency reached out to you first to set up a meeting, you didn’t even have to send your headshots in. You know how good of a sign that is?” He playfully starts tickling your sides and you practically shriek in laughter, squirming through your giggles. “Chris!!”

He finally stops and you exhale, breathless but smiling as you reach up and hold his face lightly. “You really think I’ll make it big one day? That I’ll eventually be walking that runway during Paris Fashion Week?”

“Hell yeah I do, cupcake.” He murmurs, leaning down to peck your lips, “And I’m going to be sitting front row at every single fucking show.” You smile, briefly shutting your eyes before opening them again as you trail your fingertips along the stubble of his jawline. “Oh, yeah? What if you forget all about me because you’ll be a big Hollywood star by then? What if you show up front row, sitting next to your girlfriend Megan Fox?” He blinks and laughs deeply, moving his mouth down to kiss at your neck. “Mm… I’d be watching you walk that runway and dump her right then and there to beg for you back, that’s what.” You hum softly in delight as he nibbles on your sensitive skin, his husky voice continuing, “But you know that’s not going to happen, right baby? I can’t imagine doing this whole Hollywood thing without you by my side. You support me so much, and I want to do the same for you. I just… have a really good feeling about this relationship.”

You lightly move his head to look up into his eyes, reading his expression. He looks nothing but genuine.

“Me too.” You whisper, caressing his cheek lightly with your thumb. “I think we’re both gonna make it big one day. And we’ll be doing it together.”

____________________  

“He was my first.” You laugh softly as you wipe at your eyes, looking up towards the ceiling of the lavish five star hotel room as if that will stop the tears from returning. “I was only eighteen when we met. Still new to LA, only had a few thousand followers on Instagram. God, why am I crying right now?”

Your friend Taylor hands you a tissue, shaking her head. “It’s okay to cry sometimes, you know. It’s good to have feelings.”

You scoff through the tears, taking the tissue and wiping at your wet eyes. “I just can’t believe everything we’ve gone through. Me becoming an international model, him becoming Captain freakin’ America, adopting a dog together, traveling the world together for his press conferences and my photoshoots, meeting each other’s families…” You sniff, finally letting a tear actually slide down your cheek. “Do you remember when I had to get an appendectomy? And I was so fucking freaked out about the surgery, I had never had one before- but he was there with me the entire time I was recovering. He even told the director of Gifted that he needed a few days off.”

“Yes, Y/N, we remember.” Jasmine sighs, handing you a glass of wine. “Drink up girly, you clearly need it tonight.” Candice raises an eyebrow, questioning, “Hasn’t she drank enough? I think that’s why the crying is happening…”

“And we even talked about having kids together. We just knew we’d make it, you know? That our relationship would last forever. It wasn’t delusional, we knew it.” You sniff, taking the wine nonetheless as you take a sip. “Oh my God, remember when I had that pregnancy scare? And it looked like I’d be having a baby, and I was so nervous to tell him, but when I did he was so fucking ecstatic. Guys, he was so happy. Literally jumping for joy. He told me he wanted nothing more than to have a baby with me, even though we hadn’t planned for one that early.”

“Well, thank God you weren’t actually pregnant,” Meng pipes up, a glass of wine in one hand as she goes to open your closet door with the other. “Because then shopping for this would have been a lot more difficult with a baby bump.” She pulls out the wedding dress, playfully moving it from side to side in front of her body. All the girls immediately laugh, cheering as they raise their glasses. “Hell, yeah! Our girl’s getting married to the love of her life tomorrow!”

You giggle through your tears. Your happy tears, to be exact.

“C’mon, Y/N, stop crying already!” Elsa laughs, shaking your shoulders lightly. “You’re acting like Chris dumped you!” You laugh too, wiping at your eyes. “I can’t help but be a little emotional, okay? God, this is his fault. I never used to be such a crybaby until I met him.” You lift up your glass for another toast as you smile widely. “To the best damn bridesmaids in the world. Thank you for dealing with my sensitive ass during this whole marriage process.”

“Anything for you, soon-to-be Mrs. Evans!”

#chris evans x reader #chris evans fluff #chris evans x you #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans fic #writing

[secondhand-trash]

A/N:  yes there’s gonna be a ghost pun at the beginning and end of each drabble and you can’t stop me.

Warning: ghost fucking, fingering, vaginal penetration, shower sex

Word count: 2655

Q:

How do ghosts keep fit?

You had weighed the pros and cons of moving into a house that no one was willing to buy when you were told that a distant relative who was in real estate would give you ownership of the house on the one rule that you would not sell the house again, claiming that it was starting to stir rumors on their reputation in the industry. 

It seemed like too good of a deal to be true, but you were also desperate to move out of your cramped bedroom enough to take the risk of a deal that wasn’t all that real. Before you knew it, you were standing in front of a house that looked like it existed in a time completely separated from the current, with far too many rooms that you had no idea how to use and long hallways that made you feel lost.

For the first few days, you were genuinely concerned with how normal the house was. Sure, the wooden floors were creaky and some faucets leaked no matter how much strength you put into turning the knob, but it was nothing major enough for people to be so hellbent on leaving weeks or even only days after taking over the keys. 

The signs of what might be wrong showed gradually, starting off as something so minor that would slip past your senses if you hadn’t been so deliberately looking out for them. Doors opening by themselves, sudden breezes of cold air even though the windows were locked, the goosebumps rising on your back when that very small voice in your head alerted you that you were being watched. It was until you saw a man, a man you didn’ t invited in and have never met with skin so dull and lifeless, sitting by the side of your bed that you knew for a fact that: this house was very haunted, someone was murdered here, and he was very attractive, even as a ghost.

The first thing that you picked up was the faint whiff of lavender in the bathroom, more specifically around the clawfoot tub that had you shocked at how fancy it looked when you just got in. You didn’t think too much about it at first, thinking that it was possible for wild herbs to be growing near the streets below only to notice that there wasn’t even a single purple petal nearby.

It was not you. You would know, because you absolutely hated the smell of lavender.

Now you were scrubbing at the grim on your body, desperate to clear your mind from everything that had happened with the warm water that was running off your body.

You sighed in content as your muscles relaxed but still couldn’t help but scrunted your nose at the hint of lavender that rose with the steam.

Could he change the way the bathroom smells like? Considering how you had gotten rather, well, intimate, it wouldn’t be too outreach of a request to make, yes?

Pleasure clouded your mind as the ice cold digits of the purple haired man scissor inside of you, his other hand gripping your wrist tightly down on the mattress, the evidence of how you had just been touching yourself earlier glistening on your own fingers.

“You knew I was watching, didn’t you?” You shivered at the nibbling at your ear. The ghost- no, Shinsou’s face being so closed to yours while his placed wet kisses down your jaw. “Tempting me like that-”

You moaned when he arched his fingers to rub at your tight walls, your arousal leaking and coating his hand as he took the chance to capture your lips in a heated kiss. Heated, but you whined when you felt how cold his lips were.

You wondered how it would feel like on other parts of your body. 

“Poor me, having to see you lounge around with so little skin covered and to control my urge to just take you right there.” A mewl slipped past your lips when his hand left your wrist to roam over your body. A pinch at your nipple made you yelp. “Have you been hoping that I would lose control? Taking matters into my own hands?”  

Your breaths were heavy, your mind too concentrated on the way his hands fondled with you and how the thrusts of his fingers at your pussy was slowing down to progress that you were naked in front of the same entity that was haunting your house. All you could think of was how his words made your core tremble, and how much you wanted the rest of him. 

“Yes...” What was meant to come out as an answer sounded more like a plead to his ears, and Shinsou groaned at the sight of your flushed face begging for more.

You screamed when he plunged into you, the lavender in his hair leaving its burn on your senses as your head thrown back in pleasure from the relentless snaps of his hips.

It was the same scent that was now mixed into the air as you struggled to keep your sore legs from bucking together. Each breath you took reminded you of him, the way he touched you, the way he stretched you out as he buried inside you to a hilt. 

His hands, his voice, his hair that was the same shade of violet as the flower he smelt like, everything about Shinsou Hitoshi was so real and if it wasn’t for the obvious lack of heartbeat you felt when he held you to his chest after collapsing on the mattress next to you, you would have never remembered that he wasn’t even alive at all.

You screamed when you felt something cold pressing up against your back, la pair of strong arms holding onto you to stop you from slipping on the tiles. The sharp contrast of the cold skin from the warm water made every hair on your body stood up. You regained your breath from the scare, looking up accusingly at the man who had a small smirk tugging at his lips.

Damn ghost, passing through walls without a sound at all.

“We really need to set some rules around the house..." you hissed as you felt him pressing a few light kisses to the back of your neck, sending shivers down your spine with the coldness stealing heat away from your warm skin, “the first being no more walking through walls when someone is in there.”

He tilted his head, a breathy moan left your mouth as he sneaked his arms to circle it around your waist. The hot water rolling down from your body together with the chill from his skin creating a strange sensation. “How would I know if you are in there or not?”

“Which is why you should stop doing it all together.” Your hand reaching for the soap as he hummed in amusement.

“You can’t stop me,” he said, taking the bar from you and gently rubbed it on your supple skin, “ it’s my house.”

“Say that to the lease.”

You had to bite back from moaning when his hand groped your breast, his fingers “accidentally” gracing past your nipple as he leathered you in soap. He chuckled, taking in just how receptive you were even though it wasn’t that long ago when he had you shaking in bliss. 

“Has anyone told you that you shouldn’t disrespect the dead?” he said with forged annoyance, his slender fingers caressing each swell on your body. The tip of his finger tracing the underside of your tits made goosebumps stood up on your body. 

“For someone who straight up refused to make a sound, you sure talk a lot.” You bite back, unaware that you sounded a lot whinier than you wanted to be when your voice went up a pitch as he dug his fingers into the soft flesh of your ass. 

“Well forgive me,” the drop in his tone sent heat to your core, his tongue darting out to lick the shell of your ear as he whispered, “it has been an awful long time since I was around such a cute thing like you.”

An awfully long time indeed, and you could tell just how pent up he was in that time with the unmistakable hardness pressing up against your back. 

Your back arched back on his chest when he slipped a knee between your thighs to keep them apart, the water running down your legs making such a nice screen to stare at. His hand found its way to your folds as the other rubbed circles on your skin, the warm water helped with how the pad of his fingers teasing parted your lips. The coldness made you mewl, heightening your sensitivity and reminding your body once again of the pleasure it had just been put through.

You laid your head on his chest as he slowly slipped two fingers inside of your tight entrance, lips parted and soft moans slipping as he stretched you out. Perhaps you needed to start getting used to his utter lack of body temperature if this kept going on, but how icy his fingers felt as its knuckles brushed past your velvet walls sent sparks all the way to your toes.

“Shi- Shinsou...” You gripped his forearm for balance, clawing onto him as his skin got smoother from the running water. 

“Hm, I would assume that we’re past last name basis.” he accentuated his words with each pump of his fingers, burying them deep inside you until his knuckles were rubbing against your opening before nearly pulling them out. You whined at the sudden lost of friction, feeling like someone had pulled you back just when you were about to fall down and had you hanging in the middle. His hard cock rubbing on your ass while he had you pressed to his chest, “Come on now, you know what to say...”

Wetness was coating his fingers as he rubbed them on your folds that was messed up from his toying, the shiny liquids being something else other than the water. You whined when you felt a sudden pinch at your clit, the sensation making your knees weak.

“Hitoshi!”

He groaned at how desperate you sounded, wanton lust and yearning for more dripping when you cried out his name. It was the same tone you used that made him finally broke loose and said “fuck it” to the promise he made to himself that he would not meddle with the living no matter how big the temptation was, he was ready to lose to his carnal desires again and again if it meant you would keep saying his name like that.

You yelped when he bent you over, your hand pressing onto the bathroom walls that was wet from the steam as he held onto your waist. His hand sliding down to grip at your ass while he leaned down, it was eerie how his breath was almost warm as he licked the shell of your ear.

“Good girl.”

And there it was again, that sweet, overwhelming scent of lavender. The smell that had left such an impression on your senses that you were sure to never be able to smell anything like it against without thinking about the way he pushed into your velvet walls with on swift roll of his hips. The trick it was playing in your head immediately had the moan he let out as he felt you stretch around his girth ringing by your ear no matter where you were as long as the scent was lingering around.

Your hands scratched and clawed at the slippery tiles while he rutted into you from behind, his hands holding onto your ass felt nearly like it was burning with how intense the cold felt. Somehow, despite the telling lack of temperature on every part of his body, his cock felt like it could send your body on fire when the vein rubbed against your walls and tip hilted to hit that spot right by your cervix, that one spot where the pleasure had your toes curling and head throwing back but not to the extent you felt pain. Each pull and snap of his pelvis jackhammered his length right at that sweet spot, enough to have your muscles tensing and seeing stars.

The sound of skin slapping against skin together with the running water and your lewd noises echoed in the bathroom. Shinsou groaned when he felt your pussy spasming around him, the pitch of your voice raising as the approaching waves of pleasure fogged over your head.

Shinsou was sure that resurrection was not real, but then again he didn’t know that ghosts were a thing existed before he became one. But at that moment when he gripped your jaw to turn your head around and felt your cries through a quivering kiss as your body shook, he could almost feel his cold dead heart pounding in his chest again.

You were still a heaving mess when he turned off the tap and wrapped you in a soft towel, the way he dried your skin with so much care was a sharp contrast to how he was just riling into you like an animal moments ago. You shivered when his fingers accidentally graced past your back and he sent you an apologetic look as he helped you dress.

“Never in my life have I ever think that I would end up fucking a ghost.” You mumbled, hiss when you lifted your sore legs to put on your shorts.

“I never thought I would end up as one, but look where we are now.” He smiled when he saw that panicked look in your eyes, like a child who was just caught saying something offensive without meaning it. “It’s ok, I’ve come to accept it.”

You felt a dull ache in your heart at the mention, the ghastly description of his death on the news flashed through your mind but you forced yourself to not think about it. No matter what, he was still here with you and there was no point dwelling on something that neither of you could change. 

You could use a company in this big house that was almost too empty for you, and Shinsou Hitoshi was wonderful company.

“My point in setting house rules still stands.” You said, jokingly pointed a finger at his nose as you put on your most intimidating stare.

“Fine, no more walking through walls.” He huffed. Reaching to open the bathroom door, you breathed in the cold air and relished in it after being in a room of steam just earlier.

“Good.” You grinned, walking out with him following tightly behind.

He stopped you from turning the knob when you reached your bedroom with a hand on your wrist. You turned around with a look of question only to see him darting his tongue out to lick his lips and slightly avoiding your gaze. You swore you could see a blush on his lifeless skin.

“Can we sleep together?” He asked, pausing when he realised that he didn’t phrase it all that well, "In some sense, we already did that but...” He tilted his head and rubbed the back of his neck almost sheepishly. “I missed having someone to hold.”

Your heart leaped at his earnest request and you knew that you were too far gone to turn back.

Fuck, you were in love with a ghost.

He nearly beamed when you let out a sigh. “Of course.”

You halted to a pause and snapped back to give him a look of warning before opening the door. “But we’re using separate blankets, you are an ice block and I need the warmth.”

He laughed, and he made you felt more alive than any living person around had ever been. 

“Deal.”

(Back to the masterlist)

A:

By exorcising regularly.

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[sichengtual]

— summary: in which seungcheol, a high-collared executive at his dad’s firm, signs up for a fake dating service in an attempt to make everyone believe his life is more than just the office.

— pairing: choi seungcheol x reader.

— genre(s): fluff, humor, angst.

— au: fake dating, office.

— word count: 1676. 

— song of the chapter: full moon — the kinks.

masterlist. 

part one — congratulations, your request has been accepted!

“This is ridiculous.”

Seungcheol takes a sip of his drink as he turns to look at Mingyu. 

The younger is scoffing, eyes fixed on his phone, clutched tightly in one of his hands. 

“What are you on about?” Seungcheol questions, not prying his eyes off the documents laid across the table. He’s read them a thousand times, a separate sheet of annotations resting somewhere along the mess. He knows them by heart, even if it’s just been a few days since they were handed to him, but that was to be expected after the many hours he’d spent pouring over the words. “And now that I think about it, you still haven’t given me your notes on the case documents.” 

“Notes? It’s been two days, do you really expect me to have read all of it by now? Who do you think I am?” Mingyu exclaims. He sounds worried, and if Seungcheol didn’t know him like the palm of his hand, he would have believed he actually was. It wasn’t any news that Mingyu didn’t care about the case, just as much as he did not care about the firm at all. He doesn’t care about much, anyway, or at least, about the stuff he can’t get some fun out of. “Anyways, it’s about this girl — “

“It’s always about a girl,” Seungcheol mutters between his teeth. Mingyu doesn’t notice, or ignores him if he does, but his rant goes uninterrupted. 

“I’ve been seeing her for the last few months and now she won’t leave my apartment,” he finishes. He sits down on one of the couches inside Seungcheol’s office, one of his legs draped over the armrest, much to Seungcheol’s annoyance. “She says she thought we were official? We weren’t even exclusive. I know my place is cute, but listen, I’ve — ”

Seungcheol rolls his eyes. 

“It’s your own fault for messing around,” he comments. He taps his fingers on the desk, the rhythm of the taps aligning with that of his heartbeat. Always steady. “I’ve told you that.” 

Mingyu lets out a laugh. “Oh, I know you have.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Look, brother,” Mingyu sits up straight. His phone rests discarded on the couch, not deserving Mingyu’s attention any longer. “You know I admire you, and all that…” And all that. “But, honestly, maybe what you need is to mess around. You know, loosen up, get out of the office … just a little bit.”

“I don’t, Mingyu,” Seungcheol answers with a shake of his head. One of his hands clutches a pen, movements halted. “And besides, I don’t have time for that. I have to do both your work and mine.”

“Does that mean you’ll read over my documents for me?” Mingyu smiles. “Cheol, come on, what would one going out do? We’re not going to lose this client just because you go out on a date, are we?”

He’s not surprised. 

Looking back, it had always been like that. 

He had grown up alone, with only Mingyu by his side and even then not really, because, contrary to him, the younger never had any trouble making friends. He’d say it was all because of his dad, and the way he used to look up to him ever since he was a little kid — always expectant. He’d always told Seungcheol how much alike they were, both in attitudes and in destinies, and how, if following the right path, he was sure he’d never let him down. 

But it was also because of him, and his own expectations, and feeling that if Mingyu was allowed to let go if it meant he had to hold on a little tighter, he’d do it. He’d always known his brother was not made to stand the loneliness that came with following their father, or at least, not as much as he was. They were different people with different needs, after all, and as much as Seungcheol was comfortable with silence, there are times he wishes it wasn’t like that. 

There are times he wishes he had separated himself from it all, even if just a little bit. There are times he actually wishes he had a friend. He wishes he had a friend he could actually trust, who could actually be there for him, and not like the business people he was friendly with. The ones he sometimes went out with, the people he grew up next to, all of them just as immersed in the money daze. He wishes it all went past parties and business deals, an actual bond that could not be broken by envy or convenience. 

“A date?”

“Yeah, a date!” Mingyu exclaims. “When was the last time you went out on one of those, huh? College?” 

“I think?” Seungcheol frowns. Actually, he doesn’t remember dating in college, but he’s not about to tell Mingyu that. “Listen, just get your notes ready by tonight, yeah?”

“Yeah, yeah,” his brother answers. 

Mingyu rolls his eyes as he stands up, phone once again in his hand. He walks over to the door, a smile on his lips despite his ‘annoyed’ expression. Seungcheol knows Mingyu is not going to comply, but he tells him anyway. Just like he always has. It’s part of why they get along so well, because they would be too lost without the other. 

“Oh, and Gyu?” Mingyu opens the door, but turns to his brother before leaving. “Just talk to her, man. Try to not be an asshole, though.” 

Mingyu laughs, and Seungcheol shakes his head. He smiles. 

Out of the both of them, he’s always been the one that actually thinks things through. 

Night has fallen and the room is quiet. 

Moonlight breaks through the window and soaks the room, documents shining under the 

Compared to a few hours prior, not much has changed except for the color of the sky and the scrambly document that was placed on his desk, along with a ‘here you go, loser!’ written on a hot pink post-it note. The entire office smells of coffee and leather, a product of the almost-new furniture and the ever-brewing coffee machine. Is it really that easy to tell that Seungcheol never leaves? 

Taking off his glasses, Seungcheol runs a hand through his face after taking a good look at the clock. He finds it funny that the little hands are the only thing that seems to be moving in the ever-present stillness that he’s immersed himself in; the only indication of movement being the passing of time. His days are always measured in just how much he can get done in an hour, how fast he can get to places, and how long business meetings extend to. They’re composed of work, strictly, and he doesn’t notice, because it’s how it’s always been. It’s ironic how he never notices time passing in-between, because time seems to have taken notice of him. 

He’s spent the past few years trying to be a good boss, and he can’t help but wonder if that’s all people think he is. He can’t help but wonder if that’s all he is, anyway, because it’s the only thing he can think of when he thinks of himself. A good boss and a good brother, and everything else is nothing but a sporadic in-between. 

He’s heard his friends say it, his mind going back to the occasional bar outings and business parties. He remembers the sly comments here and there, the conversations he never got involved in, the stories he could not understand. He remembers the feeling left out, resorting to steadily drinking out of a glass of water. Predictable. 

And then he remembers one of the stories that Jeonghan, one of his college friends, told them a few months before, of him signing up for a fake dating service when his parents were on his back about him finally settling down. He can’t help thinking of Mingyu when he thinks of his friend, and how he seems to get along with him better than he ever did. They were too much alike. 

He remembers laughing, shaking his head, wondering the lengths he’d go to only to maintain the fun, and lifestyle, he’d always had. He remembers what it all was — a pretense. And he knows that just like Jeonghan, he had always been good at pretending. 

He unlocks his phone, a picture of him and Mingyu looking back at him from his screen. It was a family trip, the both of them and their dad, just when Mingyu had graduated from college a few years back. He’s smiling at the camera, and Mingyu is probably staring at someone walking nearby, because he’s not focusing on the photo. He lets out a little laugh.

He opens the chat with Jeonghan, and scrolls up to find the number he had texted him. He hadn’t asked for it, and had chuckled when Jeonghan had sent it, but he’s thankful for his insistence. 

“You laugh now, but who knows, you might need it someday.”

He takes a sip from his coffee and winces when it burns his tongue. He knows it’s out of nerves, with the bouncing of his leg giving him away. He knows he’s got nothing to lose, but even then, he can’t bring himself to calm down over the thought of possibly meeting someone new in a matter unrelated to the office. He knows Mingyu would laugh if he were to look at him now, shaking over the thought of a date… and not even a real one. 

Taking a deep breath, he taps on the contact and types. He stares at the message, eyes going over the words time and time again. Does it sound good? Is it too casual? Does he — shaking his head, he sends it. 

He’s just asking someone to fake date him. It’s alright. It’s almost like a business deal. It’s a cold, impersonal — 

It’s not even a whole minute before he gets a reply.

[from unknown number, 21:34 pm] Hi! Yeah sure, why not? 

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[donghyuckcuyhgnod]

[happy (late) halloween!]

ever since you were kids, halloween was always a big deal to you and your best friend. ever since you could remember, you and donghyuck had spent halloween together every year from the ripe age of five. matching costumes were sort of your thing when the two of you were younger, and nothing has changed in the last fifteen years. you would spend your night trick-or-treating together, and proceed to scare yourselves to death with all the horror movies you would watch. finally, you would crash at one of your houses after devouring your seperate piles of candy. but as you got older, trick-or-treating wasn’t too exciting anymore. 

slowly through the years, typical high school parties started taking up your time on halloween night. you and donghyuck, in all your matching-costume-glory, would be the talk of the party every year; your costumes were always over-the-top, and your best friend had a certain knack for having fun and dragging you down with him. long story short, halloween was the best night of the year for you and your best friend.

donghyuck even took the liberty of making halloween your anniversary. in your senior year of high school, after a few drinks, you found yourself in a secluded room of a house you didn’t know of, making out with your best friend. it wasn’t necessarily romantic, call for the fake blood from your matching vampire costumes smudged all over your faces, a tired and breathy “will you be my girlfriend?” escaping donghyuck’s pretty lips. nonetheless, you eagerly said yes.

this year, however, was a little different. due to unfortunate circumstances, halloween was essentially canceled. no parties, no trick-or-treating, nothing. you were sophomores in university now, and donghyuck refused to break your 15-year-long tradition. so when your roommate announced that she was going to spend the night with her younger siblings, your boyfriend took full advantage of that. he had sprinted over to your apartment, a huge supply of candy and a long list of horror movies to watch. even if the two of you couldn’t go out and show off your bonnie and clyde costumes, you wore them anyways. after lots of jump scares, countless kisses and making a huge dent in the candy, you decided to go for a walk. 

not too far from your apartment, there was a rundown playground that no one ever went to. you and donghyuck had found it a few months prior, claiming it as your designated spot to smoke his weed and make out. to get there, however, required a nice stroll through an old, extremely large cemetery. you could go around it if you really wanted to, but it would add an extra fifteen minutes to the walk due to how big the land was.

you weren’t sure if it was the ambiance of the spooky holiday or the joint you were smoking, but you were more alert than usual. your eyes scanned the area with high senses, your hand tightly clasping your boyfriend’s. normally, you didn’t mind walking through the cemetery. but on a cold and foggy october night (which also happened to be halloween), it didn’t seem so peaceful anymore. the silence only added to the eeriness, the occasional sound of an owl making your heart beat faster.  

donghyuck noticed this, of course, a smug grin taking  over his features after getting an idea. he securely wrapped one arm around you, taking one last hit of the joint before ridding of it. he sighed, feeling you snuggle closer to his side as the both of you walked. suddenly, he stopped in his tracks, looking around in confusion.

“did you hear that?” he asked curiously, turning to see your wide eyes and face void of any color.

“hear what?” you asked shakily.

“i thought i heard a bell or something,” hyuck said, shrugging his shoulders, continuing his walk. you took another glance around you before catching up to the boy. it was silent for a moment, before donghyuck once again stilled.

“there it is again!”

“hyuck, you’re scaring me! i mean, bells? why would you hear bells at this time of night? that’s odd, surely you didn’t hear anything. . . right?” hyuck turned his head towards you, a sparkle in his eye.

“don’t you know?” he said, tilting his head as he looked at you. “know what?” you responded.

“well, back in the old days, a person was always buried with a bell. that way, if they happened to be buried alive, people would hear them,” donghyuck whispered as if he was telling you a secret. your eyes fluttered in confusion and shock, your heart beating a mile a minute.

“hyuck, let’s get out of here. i’m kinda scared,” you proclaimed, turning away from him and speed walking towards the exit of the creepy cemetery. however, hearing silence behind you, you turned to call donghyuck only to realize he was nowhere in sight. your eyes went wide, a small and scared “hyuck?” coming from your lips. calling for your boyfriend, you frantically searched the area in hopes of finding him. however, it seemed he disappeared.

suddenly, a strong pair of arms wrapped around your middle, a loud and obnoxious BOO! sounding right near your ear. your eyes shut tightly in horror, a bloodcurdling scream escaping your lips. you looked back in horror, only to find your boyfriend, a smirk on his face and a laugh on the tip of his tongue.

“lee donghyuck, what the hell!? you scared me half to death!” you shouted, smacking him on the shoulder with all the strength you could muster. donghyuck only laughed, clutching his stomach. “you should’ve seen your face!” he said.

you huffed, crossing your arms like a child and turning away from your boyfriend. you basically sprinted to the exit, annoyance clear in your heavy steps. donghyuck ran after you, his light laughter making you fume even more.

you were beginning to near the park, the dusty swing set in view when donghyuck spoke up. “i’m sorry, baby. i didn’t think you’d get that scared,” he pleaded, looking at your angry facial expressions with guilt. you ignored him and his apologies, however, finally approaching the park and roughly sitting down on the edge of a slide. you stared forward, avoiding your boyfriend’s guilty gaze.

he sighed, standing up and walking away from you. you heard the light sounds of footsteps on metal, indicating that he had started to climb the playground stairs. you could sense his towering presence at the top of the slide, hearing a light swoosh sound before his front met your back. he put his legs out in front of you, wrapping his arms around your middle (but without force, and without a scream in your ear) and putting his head in the crook of your neck.

he placed a delicate kiss on your cold skin, a quiet ‘i’m sorry’ sending shivers down your spine. his sincerity made your angry facade drop instantly, a small sigh escaping your lips.

“it’s whatever, hyuck. i mean, you’re my boyfriend and it’s halloween. what else should i have expected?” you spoke truthfully, melting into his warm embrace, a contrast to the nippy and cold october breeze. hyuck laughed lightly, hugging you a little tighter.

“how can i make it up to you, baby?” he said, humming in delight as you took hold of his hands that were previously wrapped around your middle.

“what are you willing to do?” you smirked.

“anything,” he whispered.

“even dressing up as spongebob and patrick next year?” you said, a light laugh escaping you as donghyuck groaned in annoyance. you knew of his distaste for the idea; you had been asking him for years to match costumes—you as spongebob and him as patrick star. however, he always denied.

“or. . .” he trailed, silencing your laughter as he nibbled on your earlobe. “we could have some hot, steamy, spooky, halloween sex. right here, right now,” he spoke in a low whisper. you chuckled, closing your eyes as you reveled in his warmth.

“sounds good to me.”

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