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dreams-of-yunho · 3 years

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my aurora

idol! yunho x reader

rating: m

genre: fluffy and smutty

w.c.: 2k

warnings: unprotected sex!!!, oral (fem r)

summary: Interrupting your reading, Yunho proposes a game: Eat you out while you sing his group's new song, Aurora.

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The dim glow of your book light shone brightly against the pale moon’s gleam. Laying curled utop the fluffy mattress and pillows, the smell of fresh detergent and new book hung in the air. Yunho told you he would be late tonight, that they were finally going to finish recording, that you shouldn’t wait, but you weren’t still awake for him. These were the final hundred pages of the last book of an eight book series-- a lot of hours lead to this moment. It was bitter sweet, these last pages. You were speeding through them to finally finish the plot but, after this, it would be over. But you had to know how it would end.

From outside the bedroom, you could hear the opening and closing of the front door followed by heavy footsteps. “Baby,” a deep voice called.

“Yeah,” you half heartedly replied, still engrossed in your novel.

“What are you doing up?” he asked, coming through the bedroom door. “I could see your reading light; it’s almost 2.” You could see him in your peripheral vision: he stood tall, hands on his hips, loose clothing hanging off his build frame.

“I’m finishing this book,” you said, trying to remain focused on the words on the page.

He chuckled lightly, his voice a little raspy from the recording session he had just finished. “Aren’t you tired?” He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand.

“No,” you replied.

“Hmm,” he hummed and you could hear him walk towards the closet, the dull sound of clothing falling to the floor behind him.

He emerged from the closet as you turned a page. “Hey,” he stood in front of you: shirtless and divine.

“What?” you rolled onto your back to read more comfortably.

“What do I have to do,” you felt the bed cave as he climbed on. “To get you to look away from that book?”

You didn’t respond as things in your story were finally coming together.

He sighed heavily against the skin of your lower leg.

“Yunho,” you giggled as he began to kiss up your legs. “I know you’re excited about the song, but I really want to finish this book first.”

“Come on,” he crawled up your body, leaving kisses on your collar bones as you held the book above his head. “It’ll be fun,” he said with a cloy tone.

“It’s always fun,” you said, rereading the same paragraph for the third time. “It’ll be fun in thirty minutes.”

“No,” he came face-to-face with you. “I mean fun fun. I have a game.”

Your eyes froze on the page behind him. Yunho was a fun loving guy both in and out of the bedroom. Sex with him was always carefree and full of love but-- a game? That was new.

“A game?” You asked, keeping your eyes on the page though not reading the words.

“I knew that would get you,” he breathed against your neck. “Yes, a game.”

“What kind of game?”

“Ahh,” he tapped a finger against your jaw. “You’ll have to put the book down to find out.”

Damn your curiosity; you dropped the book without even saving your page.

“Hey, sexy” he winked.

“Gross,” you pushed his face away. “Now tell me the game.”

“You’re gross,” he muttered but sat up next to you. “So, here's what I’m thinking: I'm going to eat you out while you sing a specific song. If you sing the whole song, I’ll make you come.”

Blood definitely rushed into your cheeks. He said it so nonchalantly, like he was ordering a coffee. And what was that if part?”

“If?” you asked. He had never held an orgasm from you. He was selfless during sex, always about pleasing you.

“If,” the syllable rolled off his lips. “You can’t finish the song, I won’t let you come.”

“What do you get out of this?” You asked, confused by his motives.

“Nothing but your taste and voice.” The look he gave you was almost sickeningly sweet. And he always looked at you like this before he went down on you: such anticipation and excitement, like you were his favorite flavour of ice cream on a blistering summer day. “So… yes?” His eyes softened into his killer puppy dog beg. Oh, those eyes, you always wanted to kiss him when he looked at you with those eyes.

He leaned into you as he noticed your gaze on his lips.

“What song?” You whispered as the gap closed.

“Aurora,” he spoke against your lips.

“Hmm,” you hummed, having a feeling of foreboding from this song choice. He seemed too cocky as he smiled into the kiss. But this kiss was so intoxicating and the feeling of his hands on your hips so perfect. “Okay,” you broke away.

“Okay,” he said with immense satisfaction, trying to conceal the grin that tugged at the corners of his mouth.

His hands gripped your hips tighter as he pulled you down the bed, resting you now flat on your back. He sat on top of you, his weight pressing down on your thighs. Delicately, he placed his lips on yours as his hands hungrily groped at the skin beneath your sleep shirt. Warm hands tugged at the fabric and pulled it over your head. His wet tongue fell to the valley between your tits as his hands reached for the waistband of your shorts. With one sharp tug, your shorts and panties were on the floor.

As he came up from your breast to kiss you, you reached for the bulge in his pants but he quickly pulled away. “Uh uh uh,” he spoke disapprovingly. “That’s not part of the game.”

“Can we make it part of the game?” You tried to mimic Yunho’s puppy eyes.

“Nope,” he responded before you even finished your sentence. It never worked on him. “Start singing.”

You opened your mouth but your breath hitched as you saw Yunho lowering his face to your pussy. “I won’t do it if you don’t sing.” He looked up at you with a smirk.

“You go first.”

“Okay,” he chuckled and you could feel his breath against your clit making your walls clench. “Fine.”

His lips were warm but chapped. They moved gently as he kissed pepperd butterfly kisses on the lips of your pussy.

Shakily you took a deep breath and began to sing. You weren’t a particularly good singer but, Yuhno always loved to hear your pitchy voice-- especially if it was his group’s song you sang off key.

You were half way through the first verse when he added a finger, causing you to moan loudly.

“Keep going, baby, or you’ll have to start over,” he spoke against your clit, leaving you squirming from the vibration of his voice.

“I-i,” you struggled to remember the lyrics as pleasure muddled your thoughts. “I don’t remember where I was.”

“You’re going to have to start over then.”

You would have wriggled away from him if his forearm wasn’t pinning you to the mattress, his breath made you see stars.

His tongue swiped over your clit as you choked out the first lines again. His pace quickened with each line leaving you tongue tied. You barely made it to the chorus-- 나를 감싸줘 My Aurora, leaving your lips as nothing but a whisper.

“y/n,” he raised his chin and you watched with shaky eyes as he licked his lips. “I can’t hear your beautiful voice. Are you going to sing louder?”

You nodded your head eagerly, continuing where you had left off with the chorus.

A second finger entered you as you began the second verse, forming a knot in your stomach. The words couldn’t come to mind and the only thing that escaped your lips was a low, continuous moan that came from deep in your chest.

He removed his lips and raised his dark eyes to meet yours, dull nails lightly grazing the outside of your upper thigh. “Start over, baby,”

“Yunho,” you desperately ran your hands through your tangled hair, terribly frustrated by this little game. “I can’t think straight. I don’t even know the lyrics without your mouth-”

“앞에 펼쳐진,” he cut you off, dropping his head back down between your trembling legs.

The original confidence you had when he walked through that bedroom door and proposed this little game completely melted into the sheets you fisted in your now white hands. These first couple lines you could handle, they were Yunho’s lines-- he sang them all the time: in the shower, doing the dishes, folding laundry. And now, he sang them against your vagina. Yet, the lyrics melted your brain, you couldn’t even register the sound of your own voice. Though, you imagined you weren’t saying much of anything.

“Yunho,” you gripped his hair, pulling his head up. “Please, just fuck me. I can’t take this anymore. I’ll never remember all the lyrics and you’ll eat so much of me you’ll never want to eat me out again.”

“But, y/n,” he pouted. “I would never be sick of you.”

“Please,” you flashed the puppy dog eyes again and, this time, it worked.

“Okay, baby,” he said, climbing up your body.

As fluffy as ever, he smiled as he kissed you. “I love you, y/n,” he placed his forehead against yours.

“I love you too, silly boy,” you fiddled with the hair at the base of his neck. “Now, please fuck me so I can finish my book.”

He laughed, leaning back on his heels as he pulled down his pants.

He eased into you slowly, your walls already clenching from the extreme arousal. “I don’t think I’m going to last long,” he said with a moan. “You feel too good.”

“me neither,” you whined, not even able to relax enough for Yunho to bottom out. His dick throbbed too deliciously against your walls.

“I’m going to move,” his hips shuttered as his head fell to your chest.

“Please, move,” you moaned, now digging your nails into his neck.

His pace started out slow, a light gunt leaving his lips with each thrust. Your hands entangled in his hair, tugging lightly, desperate for his lips.

You pulled at his hair but his lips remained fixed on your collar bone. “Yunho,” you whined.

Lustfully, he licked up the side of your neck, his lips coming to rest on your jaw. His hips became erratic as he sucked on your jaw.

“Yunho,” you grabbed at his face. “Please kiss me.”

He mumbled something against your skin as a hand reached for your leg, pulling it up his back, shifting the angle of his thrusts.

“W-what,” you choked.

Tears began to well in the corners of your eyes, the pleasure almost unbearable. Your climax was fast approaching as the knot grew so tight, it could snap at any moment.

“Come,” he said, crashing his lips onto yours.

Your walls were painted white, his hips continuing to fuck the warm cum into you as he kissed you. Fluttering fingers met your clit and your orgasm tore through you like a lightning bolt, leaving your mouth hung in a silent screen. A shiver ran through your whole body when he pulled out.

Yunho dropped to his side, face still buried in your neck, hot breaths against your skin as he caught his breath. “Are your legs okay?” He rubbed your lower stomach lovingly.

“Mhm,” you hummed. “But,” you pulled your legs up, the pain making you wince. “Could you carry me to the bathroom, please?”

“Yeah, baby,” he shifted and stood, reaching his arms under your sore body and pulling you close to his chest. You could feel the cum leak out of you and down his forearm.

He helped you clean up and left you sitting on the bathroom counter to brush your teeth as he changed the sheets.

It was a warm night and Yunho slept shirtless and you could hear the echo of his heart beating like a drum against his ribs. “You’re not going to finish your book?” He asked, stroking your hair as your head laid on his chest.

“I can’t keep my eyes open.”

“Me neither,” he sighed.

As you drifted to sleep, the gentle sound of the fan and the soothing melody of Yunho’s voice cooled your body and stilled your mind.

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im-frickin-trying-okay · 3 years

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Random BNHA Headcanons

(This is my first time doing this 😭)

Summary: A bunch of random BNHA headcanons. So, basically the title. The only reason I’m adding a read more is because I want it to be easier to navigate my page, lol

Bakugo is oddly nice when he first wakes up, but he's not exactly a morning person. He's less "I hate the world, why am I awake???" And more like "I'm extremely comfortable and the only thing that can ruin my mood is becoming less comfortable." He likes hovering between awake and asleep, y'know? Which is why if he's sleepy, his guard drops. When leaving the dorms, if he hasn't fully woken up, he goes from "outta my way, shitty-hair," to "mornin' Eijirou," and by the time he's actually aware of what he said, Kiri's already freaking out. If he's in bed all day for any reason other than being sick, he's probably soft for at least a few hours.

Kaminari's the type to wake up at 2 AM with an idea, go to jot it down, and then realize that he wrote a ten chapter book and now he's late for class. He'll probably put it into a google doc or something, so he can continue to add onto it throughout the day. I also feel like he probably will also randomly get a question and then spend hours researching it and any surrounding topics, before rambling to Kiri about "bro, if I went to the beach, I could make a bunch of glass! Probably! Maybe!" And then have to try and convince his friends that he can just make windows if anyone needs them.

Sero had added moves to his skill set, and practiced particular actions, with the sole intention of mimicking Spiderman. When Kirishima questions him on it, he compares Spiderman to Crimson Riot. They have a conversation that's essentially fanboying, both of them saying "we are not bringing All Might into this," and then more fanboying.

Jirou has an extremely eclectic music taste. If you can name a song, she probably knows it. She can memorize full melodies and all the lyrics within two or three listens, because she's just that good. Some people call her the human Shazam, because if you play the first five seconds of a song she likes, she'll immediately know what it is. She's also called out artists if they made a clear rip-off of a much better song. Her music taste is all over the place, which therefore makes it superior. However. This does not stop her from listening to the same six songs on repeat for a week. The six change a lot, though.

Koda has trouble with bugs, especially big ones. They scare him. But he has pretty much no issues with tigers, lions, horses, or even wolves. He loves animals, he really does. If you just showed up at his doorstep and shoved a bear cub in his arms, he wouldn't really question it, because he'd be happy to have a cute animal to play with.

Todoroki believes himself to be the opposite of moody. His definition of moody is switching emotions for no reason. He, personally, doesn't feel any emotion until something happens that day, be it a thought or an event, and his emotions stay fixed like that until something else happens. He could be having a great day, and then suddenly, it's a horrible day, and he can't figure out how people just "get over it." He does, however, find that unless something REALLY bad or REALLY good happens, his brain does a little emotional reset when he goes to sleep. Like, go to sleep feeling down, wake up feeling kinda meh.

Kirishima has considered re-dying his hair. Come on, hot pink is so manly! How could he not consider it? But he eventually resigns himself, because red just is his color now. Also, I feel like once, before dorms, he was really out of it, so he went to class with his hair down, and this was the first time anyone had seen him like that, and everyone was just confused as hell. Especially Bakugo. "Your hair's less shitty today. What the fuck."

Uraraka takes part in stupid bets all the time. Partially for the fun, and partially for the profit. She once floated Bakugo to the ceiling for 26 minutes before she had to put him down, because Kiri said that if she survived, he'd give her a dollar per minute. She ended up having to go to the recovery girl's office, but at least she got her money.

Mina is one of the few people who can understand and keep up with Deku's mumbling. This is not because she specifically tries to, (like Uraraka) or because she's known him long enough, (like Bakugo.) She's just used to gossipping with Hagakure at 4 AM, and therefore can understand high-speed low-volume speech. She's called him out on things before, but only when she's interested. She completely tunes out things about All Might and heroes and whatnot, but if he ever has anything to say about his classmates, specifically about Uraraka, Todoroki, and Bakugo, (because she, Hagakure, and Denki placed bets,) she hears every word.

Iida secretly loves to break the rules. He acts strict in front of anyone who he respects, or wants respect from, but after he thinks everyone's asleep, he relaxes, doing things that he considers rule-breaking without any remorse. Denki heard someone walking around outside while on one of his late-night internet searches. After finally willing himself to break away from an article about pandas, he popped his head out of the door to find Iida sneaking around. After some silent observation, Denki realized that not only did Iida just get back from breaking curfew, but he casually stole Hot Cheetos from Bakugo's room on the way back to his dorm. He said nothing the next day, at least not directly, but he sorta shoved Sero and Iida in the same room so that they could be bad influences on each other.

Despite it being a major part of her quirk, Hagakure almost never feels invisible. She has a lot of friends to talk to, she can wear cool outfits to stand out, and she is always talking. The only time she's not talking is during stealth training, and when she's using said stealth training to spy on people.

Tsu's little "ribbit" thing is actually just for fun. It feels right to do it, so she does it. Nothing wrong with that. However, pretty much everyone else assumed it was a part of her quirk. It took an insane amount of convincing to get that idea out of their heads. Deku was proud to be one of the few who never actually associated it with her quirk. He could prove it if he wanted to, actually, but that would require showing someone his notebook, which would open a whole other can of worms.

Oh yeah, speaking of Deku's notebook, he has multiple. Six to be exact. One is on his fellow classmates, one is on most pros, one is on the LOV, one is specifically on All Might, one is on his own quirk development, and the last one is a narrative of what's happening in his life, which is why he's constantly thinking as if he's telling a story. He mentally narrates everything that happens in his life, although he sometimes wonders if he's dramatizing things because of that. His internal monologue is constantly running its mouth, and sometimes he ends up speaking over it.

Tokoyami really likes plague doctors. He just does. He wants a plague doctor mask so he can walk around with less judgement, or maybe more, who knows? He just loved the concept. He claims that they're just really cool, which most people agree with, but he's never told any of them that he likes them because he saw a plague doctor mask for the first time at the age of six, and immediately thought bird man.

Sato likes baking, but he can't cook normally to save his life. Well, he can, but he can't. He hasn't burned water, and he knows how to do the very basics, but he can't function without a recipe, not to mention the fact that he's googled how to saute mushrooms three times and still doesn't get it. Baking comes pretty naturally. Exact measurements, precise times and temperatures. Cooking does not. Eyeballing ingredient amounts, guessing if the flame is high enough, trying to figure out how often 'stir occasionally' is. He actually once asked Bakugo if he had advice, to which he responded, "Why the hell are you asking me?!"

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straykidsworldwild · 3 years

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Duskwood

Phil Hawkins x MC

Part 2 (1/2) : MC goes to work and a certain boy comes to meet her for lunch.

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Heyy guys! Here's a piece of part2. It was too long to put the whole thing on Tumblr at once (apparently) so I had to cut it in half 🙈 (2/2) is coming!!

(I just made the collage. Credits go to the creators of Duskwood and the owners of the pics.)

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I slowly wake up, feeling and hearing something buzzing. With my eyes still closed, I slide my hand under the pillow next to mine to grab my phone. I hate waking up by alarms… It feels like I am being cut in my sleep. And I’m not going to lie… I love my sleep just as much as I love food. Who doesn’t? I open my eyes and turn the alarm off before quickly closing them again. I didn't sleep well last night… When I went to bed after texting Phil to tell him I got home fine, I couldn’t stop thinking about the discussion we had at his bar. Was I right to say “yes” for lunch tomorrow noon? Was he being serious? Is he playing a game? Am I falling in his net? I don’t know and I think that’s what terrifies me with him. I just don’t want to be his next hookup… If I start something, it’s for a serious relationship, not to play around. That’s not my thing. But that’s exactly what Phil does so… I guess I should just trust a little more myself. Anyway, that was just the first part of the night, because the next part, all I could do was think about my uncle. Every time I closed my eyes, I just recalled amazing moments with him. Moments that mom, he and I won’t ever have again… I laid on my back, on my sides, on the side… And I did this over and over until managing to fall asleep.

I turn on the lamp on my nightstand when I hear my phone suddenly buzzing again. But I turned it off… Oh! I grab my phone and answer the call after looking at the I.D. caller.

- Hey, mom, how are you? I just woke up… I tell my mother with a still sleepy voice as I sit on the side of my bed. The light is still too much so I close my eyes for a few seconds more. Suddenly, a noise coming from behind the phone call catches my attention. It’s not a noise I am used to hear her make... Mom? I call her with some concern.

- “He's gone…” I hear her simply whispering through the phone as another sound catches my attention again. Sobs… Mom is crying. I’ve heard my mother crying before. It’s so… Strange and heartbreaking. I mean, mom has always been that strong figure, fighting everyone coming in her way or in mine… But she never broke down before me.

- I know, mom. I'm so sorry. But… I begin to respond calmly, keeping the pain to myself. I’ve never heard nor seen my mom crying in my life. She’s all I have as a family and hearing her in such pain… It’s heartbreaking.

- "Can you come over today? I'll need you to finish the preparation of the funeral. I can't do this alone. And..." She interrupts me, sounding overwhelmed and submerged. I lower my head and keep a desperate sigh inside of me. I wish I could already be next to her and tell her to not worry. That she doesn’t have to do anything. That I will take care of this for her. But I can’t because of my dumbass boss… Unbelievable...

- I'd love to, mom, really. But I have to go to work, I begin to say, sounding sad and sorry for not being there for her. I hate it. I feel like I’m betraying my own mother. That I’m not giving her the support she needs right now. And maybe the one that I also need... But she knew uncle Alex for longer than I did so it’s fairer that I should be there for her... But once I'm out, I'll stop by your house to come help you, okay? So I can see you a little bit too, mom. I should finish at 3p.m. today, if my boss doesn't think otherwise, I tell her gently. Though, an unsure point is heard in my voice. We never know with my boss… If he had a bad day, he is capable of giving you two extra hours to do just because he wanted to.

- "You know, your uncle was always there for me. I remember when we were kids…" I frown with sadness to the sound of her voice. It’s broken… She sounds empty. Out of life. "There was this horrible kid terrorizing the youngsters. I was one of those kids being terrorized, but of course, as my big brother, he protected me. He always did. He was really protective, you know?" She recounts me in brief words with a trembling voice. I know the story by heart. Uncle Alex used to tell it to me as a bedtime story. He was the hero of course. I never doubt that… I hear mom sniffling and letting another sob out. "So was he with you, baby. He loved you as his own, you know?", oh… When she said "baby", her voice just completely broke. I could barely hear it. I continue to look down as I feel a lump forming in my throat. I miss Uncle Alex like crazy... "And he did the same when your father left..." She admits to me, going to the topic about how my uncle was protective. Which I already knew as well... It honestly hurts to hear all of this so soon after his tragic death. I still haven’t digested it. It’s still not real to me. I still think I will see him today or tomorrow or the day after tomorrow... But it seems to make mom feel better by saying those words to me, by recounting her memories. So, I'll listen carefully. Or I'll try, at least… If I don't break before too. Her pain is so profound… And shared.

- Mom, you don't have to tell me all of this now. Let some time pass. It's hurting you, I say with a slight pleading tone, hoping she will listen to me. I know it's hard to not think about it or to not want to talk about it. But I just think it's too soon for her. And for me... She can't turn the page in a finger snap. It’s impossible. Even if she feels like she did or she has to do it, it might not be the best way.

- "I love you, MC. You're my baby girl." She says over the phone, sniffling sadly again. I nod even though she doesn't see me. I am staring at the floor, my sight being blurry. Not again...

- I love you so much, mom, I reply to my mother, controlling my voice as much as possible despite the tight ball in my throat. She doesn’t need to know that I’m about to cry too. I hear her sniffling behind the phone call again followed by a new sob. I can't… Look, I have to go, mom, but I'll come see you later today, okay? I'll come with a little surprise, I tell her gently, wanting and feeling the need to cheer her up. I just want my mother to be happy again.

- "A surprise? You know I don't like surprises much, MC.", She replies with a mix between her crying and a faint chuckle before reminding me how she has always hated surprises. I know…

- That's why I'm bringing you one, I answer to my mom, cracking a smile to the sound of her faint chuckle.

- "You're a little Devil, just like your uncle... What's the surprise?" She begins to say before pausing. It's true, I got a little bit of him too. I guess it's because he sort of raised me and because I'm a (l/n) as well.

- Mom, if I tell you there would be no point for me to call it a surprise, wouldn't it? I answer with a gentle and playful tone before giggling. I hear her crying turning into giggles.

- "I tried. Okay, go to work, baby, and... I'll do a few things here... I'll try. Oh, and I ordered the flowers you asked me to pick for your uncle." She responds with another small chuckle before sniffling one more time. I smile a little more, glad to hear that I managed to make her smile a little bit despite the situation. She ordered the flowers… My smile grows a little more, glad about this news.

- Okay, call me if you need me for anything. Doesn't matter if I work or not, okay? I love you, mom, I reply sincerely to my mother, giving her a little cheerful tone.

- "I will. I love you too, baby. See you later.", She says back to me, sounding a little better then when I answered the phone. I smile and wait a few seconds before hanging up. Right… I feel like I have another long day coming… I let a long sigh out, as if I am trying to get rid of a weight on my shoulders, before wiping the tears in my eyes. Well, I've got to get ready...

Almost an hour later, I am on my way to work. Like every day, I see the same streets, the same cars, the same shops, the same streetlights… Of course, I am not going there with an ounce of motivation. I’d rather stay home or go anywhere else, but not there. I’m not saying being a waitress is the worst job, but my boss and some clients are actually really hard to deal with. Anyway…

I rapidly reach the back door of the restaurant I work at and enter the building which leads to the kitchen. The cooks and the waitresses are all here, ready to work. Oh, almost… I hold the door for Angie and she runs in, thanking me at the same time. We exchange a smile and get ready to start working. The clients should start coming soon… It's been three months since my boss decided to expand the restaurant to include a little coffee shop. I think it was a good idea, a good change in Duskwood. It was a test at first to see if people would like it. The clients seemed satisfied so that’s why I am here so early every morning now.

- MC! I look up immediately after hearing a gravelly voice yelling my name. My boss walks briskly towards me, a frown of madness plastered over his face. As usual... What time does my watch indicate? He asks me while showing me his watch on his right wrist. What…?

- 8:01am.? I answer, not sure where this is going.

- You were supposed to be here at 8:00a.m.. Not at 7:59a.m., not at 8:01a.m., but at 8:00a.m.! Is it so hard to understand in your dummy brain? He tells and asks me with madness, actually scolding me for arriving one minute late. As always, he raises his voice while talking, making sure everyone can hear who is commanding here. I guess you see what I meant when I said that I wasn’t very motivated to come to work...

- I'm sorry, boss, I simply say as I don’t want to argue nor lose my job. Well, it’s mainly that I’m not up to an argument right now… I have other things to think about. To worry about.

- Don't. Since you came late, you'll go home late. You're finishing at 6p.m. today, he tells me with a correcting tone, looking down on me. He’s joking, right? 6pm?

- What? You're making me do three extra hours for one minute late? I demand him with disbelief as I’m getting upset.

- And you're not paid for those, he points out seriously, still speaking as loud as before. Not paid?! Better and better...

- Sir, I can’t work extra hours today. I have to go see my mom this afternoon after work. My uncle passed away yesterday and I have to help for the funerals and… I explain to my boss with seriousness, going up against him. I mean, I can be shy and quiet and all, just don’t take me for an idiot or play with me.

- That's not a valuable excuse. Get to work before I change my mind and actually fire you for rebellion, he orders me seriously and sternly. Right… I look down, not responding to not receiving any consequences later. Everyone, back to work! he screams to all of his employees before walking away to do his life. Dick!

- Don't listen to this cold hearted dick, MC, I hear Angie telling me as she comes to stand in front of me. She’s a little taller than me. If you need to leave, then do. I'll cover for you. I knew something wasn't right yesterday but we barely crossed paths so I couldn't ask you what was wrong. I'm really sorry about your uncle, MC, she apologizes sincerely to me as she puts her hand on my shoulder. Angie is one of the only workers I get well along with here. Yeah, nothing goes well in this restaurant… It’s sad because it could have its potential. I smile at my friend while weakly nodding.

- Thanks, Angie, I thank her sincerely as I place my hand on top of hers. She smiles and nods back before the two of us take separated ways to go do our work.

The morning passed pretty quickly to be fair. I prefer when it’s like this. Working and watching the time pass is one of the worst feelings. There were so many clients this morning that I didn’t have time to get bored. It’s actually pretty rare that there are so many people coming in the morning. I mean, it’s still a little buzzy usually but not this much. I hope that will put my boss in a good mood and he’ll kind of forget the late minute thing this morning… Right, even I don’t believe this… I take the plates and cutleries that customers have left to clear the table. I clean it well and let other customers settle in. The noon hour and 1pm are the worst. There is often a line of customers waiting for a table but it goes on pretty well usually. Anyway… It’s time for my break. I put the dirty dish and cutleries in the bassin which is on a cart to later go to the kitchen.

- Hi, I turn around to look at the person who is not so unfamiliar to me, I'm looking for a pretty (h/c) with crazy (e/c) in which you would easily get lost in. Have you seen her around? says and asks me, a man, using a flirtatious and slight playful tone at the same time. I smile and softly laugh while nodding.

- Yeah, I think she went back to the kitchen a little while ago. But I don’t know where she went after, I reply playfully to my friend as I point towards the kitchen. The man softly laughs back before passing his hand in his long hair which isn't in a ponytail or a bun for once. How dare he look so good?

- How are you, Gorgeous? Asks me gently, Phil, as we are facing one another.

- I’m good. I have the same problem as last night, but I’m good. You? I answer with a very faint sigh as I keep a small smile before asking him.

- I'm good, thanks, he responds, having that damn smirk in the corner of his lips. The two of us stare at each other for a little moment, a smile on our face. I can’t really explain why or how, but seeing him here, now, like we said last night, makes me happy. So, is it still on for having lunch together or...? He asks me, a point of nervousness heard in his voice. He isn’t sure of himself which is so rare to see.

- Yes… I begin to tell him before hearing a gravelly voice calling for me.

- MC! I turn around and see my boss approaching us. Oh… No time for talking! Get back to work! He tells me harshly in front of Phil. Oh God… So awkward! I know I have said stories to my friends about my boss, but none of them actually saw the man talking to me that way. And I wish it wouldn’t have been Phil seeing and hearing him talking to me this way. What is he going to think?

- You're seriously letting that dumbass talking to you this way? I hear Phil whispering lowly in my ear. His deep voice echoing in my ear… He sounded like he couldn’t just believe what he just heard. Oh but it’s real, Phil… I live it every day like all the employees here.

- It's almost 1p.m., sir. I'm on my break… I begin to respond to my boss, not forgetting that I actually want to get out of work at 3p.m and not 6p.m. I still have hope… A faint one but, it’s still there.

- Break? He repeats my word with disbelief as he is standing right before my face now. No break for you today. Come on, move! He exclaims, speaking with a mad tone as usual. If I didn’t know him, I would think he actually hate me. Which might be the case… It’s not possible to scream so much on someone without reasons, right? Ugh, is that guy ever happy? Or just calm?

- Hey! I hear Phil’s loud voice coming from behind me before I could say anything to my boss. I slightly widened my eyes in surprise as I didn’t think Phil would say something. She's your employee, not your stooge! You should watch it! He tells him with a warning tone which I’ve never really heard before. The only time I heard him using this tone was when one of his regulars overstepped the line. I look on my left as I see Jessy’s brother standing next to me, slightly getting before me. Oh… He looks so mad.

- And who might you be to talk back to me? Questions, my boss to Phil. Oh no… I glance around us and notice that customers are staring at us, watching the scene. So awkward… Before Phil could do something or say a word, and mostly before it goes too far, I grab discreetly Phil’s wrist. He doesn’t move nor look at me. My boss is still staring at Jessy’s brother. He is not pleased at all...

- Look, sir. She's been working since 8:00a.m., and it's 1p.m. in less than five minutes. You can't take off her lunch break just because you're her boss, it's against the law. But if you think you are above them, maybe we could stop by the police station to see who's right? Responds calmly and politely, Phil, all while still having this warning and serious tone. I’ve always been amazed by how polite he can stay despite the circumstances or the situation. I mean, it’s easy to lose control due to anger, and I wouldn’t be surprised if he fights.

- 30minutes. No more, tells me, my boss, reluctantly giving me a break. Thanks to Phil… I nod positively before he turns around and leaves us at a quick pace. Phil turns around before looking down at me.

- Thanks, but you didn't have to do that, Phil, I thank him with a small shy tone, yet, thankful he actually stepped in for me.

- I did and I wanted to. But honestly, that guy deserved more than just a "talk", he replies with sincerity and seriousness. While talking about my boss, I could hear the madness in his voice. I nod understandingly as I give him a small smile, appreciating it for standing up for me. It’s not every day it happens. Come on, he suddenly tells me with his infectious smile. I don't answer. Instead, my smile grows wider while the two of us walk through the restaurant to reach the outside. Oh, he has a bag! How did I not see it?

#duskwood app #duskwood phil #duskwood game #duskwood mc #duskwood #duskwood jake #duskwood jessy #multifandom #phil x mc #phil hawkins #iamjake #phil duskwood

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starry-eyed-skz · 5 years

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Jisung and Jiwoo Han ~ The Twins Part 2

Since I may not remember to post part 2 tomorrow, here it is a day in advance 💞 Have fun reading!!

Bold = Memories/End of Chapter ; Italics = Thoughts

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~~~Jisung's POV~~~

jiwoo._.han has tagged you in a photo

My heart rate picks up rapidly as my head starts spinning. "No, no, no.." My thumb runs over the notification and I click it, the post popping up on my screen.

The fact that the others had seen it already makes me calm slightly knowing that I'm not insane. They're all in the living room and I've just been locked away in my room. I instantly dart up off my bed, sprinting down to the living room of our shared house. "GUYS!!" I fall flat on my face at the bottom of the stairs, feeling my nose start to bleed. "Jisung!" Felix yells and the others all run towards me. "You have to stop hurting yourself.." Jeongin says as him and Woojin help me sit up against the wall.

"You guys saw that, right? The post on Jiwoo's page?" My breathing is heavy as Chan gives me a tissue for my nose, her name leaving a distasteful feeling on my tongue. It's been a long while since my sister's name left my mouth. "We all did. Didn't you hear us screaming for the past 5 minutes?" Seungmin asks and I only shake my head. Since Jiwoo disappeared I've had really bad depression and been known to space out, not hearing a single thing around me. Sometimes hours would pass by and I'd be a blank slate, my eyes completely dull until someone snapped me out of it. It happens at least once a day.

I grab my phone from my pocket and go to check the rest of the comments, almost all of them saying the same thing. My head starts spinning again and my vision blurs. "Shit.. guys, bring him to bed." Minho's voice is the last thing I hear before I black out.

~~~Jiwoo's POV~~~

I've been on the run for a week.

A week of random people letting me stay at their house for a night with a meal in my stomach and then on the run again.

So far I've managed to stay away from the monster that stole me from my home, my friends, my parents, and most importantly, my brother. The brother who isn't only known for his sister being missing anymore. He's a famous idol in the group Stray Kids, with our friends no less! I was so proud but I had to worry about escaping completely first. Remembering earlier that week when I escaped makes a chill run down my spine as I lay in the bed in the house I'm staying in tonight.

I sit against the wall with my feet and hands tied with rope. After my last escape attempt I wasn't trusted out of my 'room' without my kidnapper's supervision. "Hyungwon!" I yell slightly, my bladder feeling like it will explode. "Yes, love?" He peeks his head into the room, the nickname making my skin crawl. "I need to pee.. really bad.." I say and try to cross my legs but can't with the rope restraining my feet and legs from moving. "Okay, you know the rule." He says and walks into the room, untying my feet and hands.

We sit there for a few minutes, knowing my legs are too numb for me to move. He runs his fingers over the harsh marks on my ankle and I shiver in disgust, not wanting his filthy hands to touch me. (Hyungwon I am so sorry ㅠㅠ) I know what he did during the day. Crazed fucking serial killer. "I-I'm okay to go now." I say as soon as feeling regains in my legs. "Alright love, let's go." He helps me stand up, placing his hand on the small of my back.

Once I'm alone in the bathroom I sit on the toilet and thoughts fill my head. Three years of misery. Three years of torture. Three years of so much death… Whenever Hyungwon killed someone, he'd come home covered in blood and ask me to help clean up his clothes. Afterward he'd tell me how he killed the person or people that day, every single gorey detail burned into my brain. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him..

"Princess? You done in there?" He calls from the other side of the door, his normal sweet but menacing tone sending a violent shiver down my spine. "Just a second!" I flush the toilet and get up to wash my hands, trying to form another escape plan in my mind. Every one that comes up immediately being scrapped because I knew they wouldn't work. I open the door and am immediately met with his gaze. He smiles warmly at me before taking my hand, making me look at the ground.

"Hyungwon?" My voice is small and just above a whisper, the tone I know works on him. "Yes, love?" He asks, his eyes softening when he looks into mine. "Can.. can I sleep without the ropes tonight? I promise to be good and that I won't run away." I squeeze his larger hand, hoping he says yes. "Of course, baby. You've been really good lately so I hope you won't make me regret my decision." He strokes my hair gently and I just nod, celebrating in my head that my plan is working so far.

He drops me off in my room, kissing my forehead before closing my door. Now all I have to do is wait. Hyungwon is normally asleep not long after he drops me off in my room. He's also a very heavy sleeper, which I'm going to try and use to my advantage.

It's been over an hour, Hyungwon asleep a long while ago. I tip toe out of my room and into his. The first thing I need is my phone. I open the drawer I know where my phone is and grab it out, quickly but quietly leaving the room. I quietly sneak out of the house and as soon as I'm far enough away I break into a sprint.

I've felt so free the past few days, finally away from Hyungwon after 3 terrible years. It's almost been exactly 3 years. It's currently September 1st, 13 days remaining. Hyungwon abducted me from Korea and brought me to America, making things more difficult. But, I had run into an old friend that was willing to help with that.

"Joshua, I think I'm ready.."

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eunhae-code · 6 years

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if you were asked, by someone who is totally virgin in the eunhae ship, what are the moments that you find real proof of their relationship, what moments would you choose? (I am a shipper but i'm just bored rn and the eunhae tag seems really lonely lately ( I would totally ask this question to other blogs 😜))

Hmm a virgin (that whole paragraph and thats what I read):

My favorite moments ya ask?? I will give you a top 5 list!!

1: The infamous photo of Donghae with supposed “hickey” now I’m not a virgin and that is sure af a hickey. It’s not a lens glare, its not makeup. IDC what folks say, he ain’t get hit by a doorknob on his fookin NECK.

Long story short: Donghae put up a photo saying goodnight while him and Hyukkie are laying in bed. In the photo, his neck is VISIBLE with NO MARKINGS.

In the next photo of the morning there is a freaking hickey. Again, it’s in Hyukkie’s bedroom. Same backdrop and ELF are detectives: look at the top of his neck! There is a red marking that was NOT THERE which is visible bruising (college was wild, I’m an expert on hickies)

2: The background of my page: Hyukkie was riding on one of those moving cart things and Donghae was on part of the stage. When Hyukkie passed by him, he reached out and grabbed Donghae’s chin and puckered up his lips. Donghae went docile in his hands; aka submissive and waited for the kiss. Hyukkie didn’t kiss him, but seconds later looked COMPLETELY CONFUSED. Like he legit panicked for a second realizing what he ALMOST did.

(LINK RIGHT HERE)

3: Mid 2012-early 2013: Hyukkie was ALL over Donghae. I’m talking CLINGY AF!!

Every.single.interview Hyukkie was practically begging for Donghae’s attention and true Eunhae fans remember the best one:

Kiss The Radio July 20, 2012.

The link is the summarized version, but if you watch the entire hour your mind will explode. This is also when most fans say they saw Hyukjae finally come out of his shell. In 2011, when he had blonde hair he was realllllly shy whenever Donghae got close (like that moment Hae tried to touch HyukJr) but when 2012 came, the roles reversed. Hyukjae was on Hae like WHITE ON RICE.

He was practically GLUED to his side and when it was time to take photos at the end, Hyukkie posed some very.odd.poses while shooting heart eyes at Hae. You’ll know what I’m talking about when you see it!

4: Every promotional period. When you sit these two guys next to each other or have them stand, they CANNOT STOP TOUCHING. It’s gotten to the point that literally every member around them will start touching them too. Siwon does erotic stuff too, like when he hugged Hyukkie shirtless: literally no one reacted. They were shirtless!!

Fully clothed Eunhae, everyone looks panicked. In a more recent one (go to 0:34, Hyukkie started patting Donghae on the chest. Normal right? Except Shindong immediately reacts and starts doing the same to Donghae and Hyukkie looks at him GUILTILY and looks like he’s trying to explain that it’s nothing but Shindong isn’t having it. He then looks straight towards the ground disappointed.

And this is all the time, that moment with Siwon and Hyukkie basically said one is fanservice and the other is not.

5: Jealousy.

This is probably the biggest determining factor because it comes from both sides. In the past, it was mostly Donghae. He’s like Heechul, what they dislike they say it and show it. He’s like a lion and Hyukjae is his prey. You touch his prey? He strikes. He slaps, pulls apart, kicks, and does whatever he can to get someone away from Hyukjae.

Hyukjae on the other hand is more exciting because up until a few years ago it was so subtle it was almost nonexistent. Again, 2011 was a huge factor in how much he began to open up. He’s not as aggressive as Donghae, but the statement remains true.

But my personal favorite moments of jealousy is when its subtle because its not expected. There’s nothing particularly dramatic happening, yet Hyukjae is glaring or biting his lower lip when Donghae hugs a fan.

I chose those specific ones because I’m human too. I’ve dated, I’ve slept with people. I know emotions, I know the deal. I’ve watched EunHae for almost 7 years and their interactions with each other are nothing like their interactions with the others. And it works because Donghae has supported Eunhyuk since day 1. Since when most folks thought he was ugly, when he was teased for his gummy smile: Hae was right next to him fighting those offenders. And that alone has to count for something.

#eunhae #ask

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immiesradio-blog · 5 years

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You’re My Best Friend ~ Roger Taylor x OC 2

Chapter 2

November 1967 Barbara's P.O.V

It had been two months since I had joined the Ealing art college and to say that I was enjoying my time would be an understatement. I loved being there so much, especially with my new found friend Stella who I had become unbelievably close with, she was an incredible roommate and person to have around.

Similarly, with Freddie, who I had also grown close with, me and him got on amazingly well and would spend a lot of time with each other in the design room, drawing illustrations and talking about fashion. Yes, Freddie was still a very attractive guy in my opinion, but the feelings that I had for him were only platonic, Stella was convinced otherwise. They were both incredible individuals and they each brought out a more confident and content side to me.

I had hardly thought about Roger this past month, I think that I began to realise that perhaps me and him weren't meant to be friends forever, to be happy with the memories that I did have of him, to be happy with his success and most importantly, to be happy for him and for myself. On the other hand, if I were to ever see him again, or have the opportunity to, I would thank him for everything that he had done for me, apologise and hug the living daylights out of him, until that moment, if it was to come, I would move on with my life.

"Has Freddie asked you to be his girlfriend yet?" I hear Stella question me from the living room as soon as I stepped inside of our apartment.

I rolled my eyes and replied to her with a hint of sarcasm, "My day was okay thanks, what about you?"

"Did you leave your hearing aids at college?"

I peek my head into the living room, glaring down at her sitting on the sofa before I chuck my wet coat over her head, "Hang that up please, I have to leave in ten!"

"Where to? A date?"

"Work!"

Recently I had got myself a part time job working at Beba, a highly recommended clothing shop, just to earn some money in order to keep my place monthly at the apartment. Stella had also got herself a job at a local coffee shop to pay her half of the rent, it wasn't too expensive, not at all, but it was still a struggle making money, it was already taking a toll on me.

That day I had quickly got myself into my uniform and rushed out due to arriving late back home, leaving me much less time to travel to work. It was definitely easy money and usually I had a relatively good time there, plus having the upper hand of having discounts on the clothes being sold there. A few others also worked alongside me, Mary Austin being one of them, who was a really kind and pleasant girl to be around. Me and her often spent a few hours chatting and spending our fifteen minute breaks together, she also went to the same art college as me and we would wave at each other when walking past each other along the corridor.

Every day that would pass was one that I would always remember, I enjoyed every single second of each day, illustrating and designing while also spending time with Freddie and Stella, sometimes Mary. Although, one day had definitely stood out to me in the few months that I had joined the college, and it was the one where Freddie had asked me out on a date.

It was so sudden, I really hadn't expected him to ask. Throughout the past two months that I had known him, we had gradually built this friendship, we got along so well and I was so afraid of ruining it. I didn't know how I felt about Freddie and I didn't want to make anything awkward. I was still longing for feeling something for someone, I was so curious about love, how it felt, or if I ever would know. All I knew is that if I didn't give it a chance, I'd be stuck feeling the doubt that I had been feeling about trusting anyone with my heart forever, and so I had answered Freddie with a 'yes', perhaps I should give this a chance.

When I had told Stella what had happened that day she squealed, so loud my ears almost exploded. She was very excited, I wasn't so sure as to why, probably because she had already been on around six dates with two different boys. They seemed to come at her from all different directions and I could see why, she was so much more open and 'out there' than I had been, I didn't get half the attention that she got.

Whenever I'd say to her about any boy who seemed to show at least a little interest in me she'd tell me to 'let go', to 'let my hair down a little'. Every time I would say 'no', reject, reject, reject, Stella would roll her eyes. 'Barbara. You're hot, you have boys clamouring for you, I'm sure one is fine for you' she would tell me, but I wouldn't listen, I just carried on working, excelling in my grades.

"You said yes?!" She asks, her voice high pitched, she seemed so shocked, "Barbara Rosabella accepted a date with one Freddie Bulsara?"

"I- I think I did," I reply, smiling a little smile as I fiddled with the ends of the sleeves of my purple jumper.

"I'm helping you get ready, you can't say no."

Stella practically dragged me to my bedroom and ran straight to my wardrobe, grabbing at certain items of clothing and chucking them straight onto the bed if they were good enough for her taste. About four dresses were laid out onto the bed as she began to pick each one up and hold them in front of me.

"Can I please wear something just a little bit more casual?" I ask, sighing as she continues to hold up one of the dresses.

"Seriously Barb?"

"Yes, seriously."

"Are you even trying to get some tonight?"

I almost spat out the drink that I didn't even have and let out a loud giggle, "I'm not sure that's what I intended."

"Here's one that you might like a bit better, but if I were you I'd choose one of the others," she advises, picking out a dress which I had been given on discount from Beba.

"Perfect," I reply, reaching for it and rushing to the bathroom.

The dress was suitable for the occasion, it reached the mid of my thighs, it was long sleeved which meant that I didn't have to worry about being too cold. Stella was still waiting for me in my bedroom afterwards, clapping her hands together when she saw me.

"Is it okay?" I ask her.

"You're looking extremely fuckable, if I was a lesbian I would be asking you on a date myself," she states, winking playfully as she laughs.

I can't help but laugh at her remark, almost falling to the floor. This is what we were like most of the time, always laughing at the most stupid things and I was so happy where I was here in London with my friends and this apartment, my job, the college. I was also beginning to feel sure of myself as a person due to Stella and Freddie, they made everything seem just a little brighter.

"What time are you going and where are you going?" She asks me, around an hour later when we were both reclining on our sofa listening to the radio.

"In about twenty minutes and we're getting food somewhere I think, you should know more since you're the one who goes on many more dates than I do," I tell her with a hint of sass, smirking at her.

"Well you'd also be going on a lot of dates if you didn't reject them every time," she was definitely speaking the truth since I had been rejecting anyone who had asked me out, "What's so different about Freddie?"

"He's interesting, but we're friends," Her face dropped when the word 'friend' left my mouth, "What? I'm sure that this is going to be more of a friendly date?"

"What's a friendly date?"

"Shut up," I answer her, smiling widely at her humour, "Look, I don't know how I feel, that's one of the reasons why I am going tonight."

"Fair enough."

Very soon after Freddie had arrived, he had stayed with me and Stella for a drink before we headed off to the local diner. The 'date' was hilarious and me and Freddie only grew closer as friends, we talked about everything, I had found out about our mutual interest in music which was the topic of conversation for most of the time. We ate, we talked, we laughed, we walked along a few unfamiliar streets, the time that I had spent with him was amazing, but I still felt the same, there weren't butterflies or sparks lighting up any kind of feeling of romantic love.

I was dreading the fact that Freddie may be on a completely different page as he reached for my hand up until the moment that he gave me a quick peck on the lips, only lasting for a few seconds. The kiss only further confirmed the lack of butterflies that I was feeling. I loved Freddie as a friend, that was what I knew. I hoped he felt the same as me and that we would still remain friends, I was silently begging, hoping that I wouldn't lose this friendship like I had lost Roger's.

"Are you okay?" He asks, stepping backwards so that he could see me clearly, "You look like you're going to cry."

"N-no I'm not, I just-," I didn't know what to say to him, he studied my face carefully, keeping his hands on either sides of my face, gently resting on my cheeks.

"Did I do something wrong?" He seemed so worried and it made my heart sink.

"I jus-, I, I don't want to lose you as a friend," I confess, frowning as I feel a single tear travel down my cheek which his finger wipes away, "I've lost too much."

I tried to hold myself together so much, but thoughts of everything had taken over me, losing the respect and love of my parents, losing the years of friendship with Roger, losing the people that I called home, I was horrified at the thought of losing this already close friendship that I had with Freddie, I connected with him in the few months I had known him.

"You're not going to lose me darling," he assures me, very confident in his word, "I promise, now stop crying like a little baby," he laughs quietly.

My face breaks out into a smile at how casual he was after I had practically friend zoned him, this was one of the reasons why me and him got along so well, we balanced each other out and he made me look at everything in a different perspective, he always made me feel more relaxed. I sniffled a little and felt completely and utterly relieved, "Okay."

For a few seconds we just stared at each other smiling. I thought about how lucky I was to have met Freddie, how considerate and thoughtful he was, I would cherish him forever.

"Friends?" I hear myself ask, muttering the word out extremely quietly.

"Close companions," he responds, grinning a cheeky grin as he pulls me close and into a hug. I felt so safe and confident that me and Freddie's friendship would only grow stronger from this moment onwards.

Freddie walked me back to me and Stella's apartment, holding my hand loosely on the way. The sudden miniature outburst that had occurred was forgotten and everything was back to normal. I did not regret coming out with Freddie, not one bit, it only solidified our relationship as friends and actually, I believe that it was important that we had spent time with each other like we did that night.

"You must come and see me at music practice. Tomorrow!" He states, clearly excited, squeezing my hand as we reach the front door of my apartment.

"I'd love to!" I reply enthusiastically, looking forward to nothing but hearing Freddie sing for the first time along with hearing his skills in piano.

"Two in the afternoon in the music department, the other building, opposite ours," He informs me.

"I can't wait!"

Freddie pulled me in for another hug and a kiss on the cheek, lasting slightly longer than the last, "Don't be late," I hear him mumble against my shoulder before pulling away to look at me again, he smiles so that his front teeth show.

"I won't, I promise Freddie," I reply with a reassuring smile, "I'll set my alarm early just for you."

"Goodnight darling," he says before leaning in for another kiss on the cheek and waving goodbye as he disappears down the road to catch a bus to Kensington, where he was staying.

I let myself into the apartment with a smile on my face, dropping my handbag onto the sofa before I also fall onto the sofa. Immediately I heard Stella's footsteps rushing into the living room and when she saw me she jumped onto the empty space on the sofa.

"How'd it go?" She asks excitedly, leaning towards me anticipating my answer.

I smile in response, "Amazing."

"I'm going to need some details," she tells me, using her hands to tell me to continue, "Anything?"

"It was perfect, Stella, but probably not in the way that you're thinking."

"Don't tell me you didn't kiss at least?"

"We did, but I don't have feelings for him. We're close companions and that's the way that it's going to stay," I state, trying to keep a straight face in order to let her know that what I was telling her was true, which it was, "Now you don't have to tease me about it."

"Alright, alright, I respect your decision," she replies, keeping a smile on her face, but she seemed curious, searching for something in my eyes, "Have you had a boyfriend before? Or had any kind of relationship with a boy before?"

The look on my face must have given it away as she shuffled closer, wanting to hear what I had to say.

"Spit it out, you can tell me anything!"

And so I did, I told her everything that seemed relevant, mainly Steve considering he was the one who had treated me very poorly. I only briefly mentioned Roger because what had happened between us was my fault, "So to answer your question, it's complicated, I wasn't in an exclusive relationship with Steve, he was just a dickhead."

"And the other one?"

"A best friend who I miss very much," I answer her before looking down towards my crossed legs on the sofa, "I fucked up and I let him go."

"Seems like he let you go Barb."

"Because I hurt him," I say, "Sometimes I don't know when to shut up. Ever since I've been trying to stop myself from just blurting bullshit."

"How old were you?"

"Fifteen?"

"And he was?"

"Sixteen."

"If I look at it from a sixteen year old and fifteen year old point of view. I think that the both of you had a bad case of 'immature syndrome' and felt like you couldn't apologise. Am I right?" She asks, reaching for her bag and taking out two cigarettes, passing one to me which I take from her quickly.

"You may well be right there, Stell," I reply, taking out my lighter from my jacket pocket, lighting the cigarette, feeling ever so slightly more relaxed after having such a conversation.

"Who knows, you may see each other again and this time, mature enough to apologise and hug it out," I hear her say, blowing out some smoke and leaning over the sofa to tap off the ash, "Or find a spare toilet and fuck the living daylights out of each other," she mutters, very very quietly.

"What? I didn't quite catch that." I ask her, giggling a little as she does the same.

She throws her hands up in surrender, "I didn't say anything I swear."

"Thought so." I say, raising my eyebrows with a large smile, "Would you like to hear Freddie's band play tomorrow?"

"Is that a command?"

"Yes, yes it is."

"Well I guess I'll have to then," she replies, putting out her cigarette.

I take a last long drag of the cigarette before also putting mine out, "Thought so, you wouldn't want to suffer the wrath of miss Barbara Rosabella."

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Hope u liked itttt, sorry for the wait. Took a while due to chapter 1 deleting and me having to rewrite it all while writing this chapter. Won't happen again :))

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voguewoozi · 7 years

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College au? I'll let your creativity run free from there ;D (also what the heck, I'm planning on my major/minor to be English too?)

College Freshmen Are Loud

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Summary: The noise in Dan’s dorm hall is cutting into his sleep. Phil provides a solution

Word Count: 1.9k

Notes: thank u, ryanne. I love college aus :(( (we should talk majors)

Dan wakes up to the sound of a chair hitting a wall at 2:47 am, and he’s fine until he hears giggles that eventually grow louder. This is the fourth time this week that people on his floor have come back drunk, and honestly, it was annoying the first time. Now it’s cutting into his sleep and he has early morning classes that he wants to be conscious for. He breathes out exasperatedly and clenches his bed sheets for a second before rolling onto his side and covering his ears with his pillow. It’s pretty effective, but he has to hold it in place and his arms start cramping after a minute and a half. He doesn’t sleep for the rest of the night.—“Are you alright? You look terrible,” is the first thing Dan hears when he enters his 7:40 lecture. If it were anyone but Phil, he’d say it put him in an even worse mood. He manages a smile, despite his brain feeling ten times slower than usual, and slumps down into the chair beside Phil.“Thanks. I got no sleep last night because the assholes on my floor think it’s funny to be extremely loud during all hours of the fucking night,” Dan says, sighing a bit melodramatically. He can’t help it. It sucks and there’s nothing he can do. He’s already tried moving, but there’s no empty singles, and he doesn’t want to even briefly entertain the thought of moving in with someone else. He gets it, he totally does. The idea of having a roommate is exciting for a lot of people; it’s just not for him. At all. He’s having a difficult enough time dealing with having people rooms away from him.“What do they do? Is it really that bad?” Phil asks. He’s smirking but Dan literally doesn’t have enough energy to roll his eyes.“I’m pretty sure one of them broke a window last night,” Phil laughs at that, and the sound makes him smile for the first time that morning. He kinda hates the effect Phil has on him, but he usually just elects to ignore it. There’s no chance Phil likes him. And he’s graduating this year. Surely the age difference would be weird. Does Phil even like guys?He’s broken out of his thoughts by a nudge to his side and he jumps slightly, remembering where he is.“You might wanna start taking notes,” Phil whispers, lines of words already covering his page. Dan can’t stop himself from blushing, but Phil’s attention is back on the professor.Dan sits there for an hour and fifteen minutes, sporadically taking notes and daydreaming before he finally gets to pack up his stuff. He’s thinking about grabbing something to eat before his next class, when a hand comes down on his shoulder.“Hey, if your hall is too loud again tonight, you’re always welcome to stay in my room. My roommate’s never around.” Dan is taken aback by Phil’s offer; for a second he thinks his sleep-deprived brain made it up. He’s silent and slack-jawed for a few seconds too long, and Phil’s face begins to look unsure.“You don’t have to or anything, I was just-”“No, I want to!” Dan says quickly, awkwardly grabbing Phil’s wrist in the process. They both look down and Dan lets go immediately, bringing his hand to the back of his own neck.“I mean, yeah, if I can’t sleep, right, I’ll do that,” he does a vague finger gun motion and hates himself.“Okay, so I’ll see you later, maybe?” Phil asks, and his smile is back but Dan’s heart is still beating a mile a minute.“Yeah, I’ll text you,” Dan sounds breathless and that’s because he is, he just hopes Phil doesn’t notice. He wouldn’t point it out if he did.“Cool,” it’s the last thing Phil says before he turns with a small wave and walks in the opposite direction Dan’s going. Dan feels like his skin is burning off, but he can’t stop smiling.— He listens closely. It’s a little after 11, and for once he can’t hear anyone screaming, and he thinks that it’s probably because the world hates him. The cutest guy Dan’s ever seen in his life invites him to his room and for the first time since he moved in, these assholes are what? Asleep at a decent hour? He rolls over in his bed, and closes his eyes for exactly six seconds before he makes his decision. He stands up and packs a set of clothes, and the books he needs for class tomorrow, and steps outside into the cold air. For as much determination that he had on the walk to Phil’s dorm, when he’s actually outside his door, he hesitates. He brings his hand up to knock a few times, even thinking about going back to his room and just going to sleep because it’s getting late and he needs a few hours, at least. He finally does it, three quick taps and his heart rate accelerates as he waits for it to open. “Hey,” Phil says, calmly, stepping out of the doorway and gesturing for Dan to enter. Dan has only been in Phil’s room once for a minute, so he’s never had the opportunity to really look around. His eyes roam over the insignificant details, and he doesn’t realize Phil’s talking to him until he’s halfway through his sentence. “-never around, like I said. So, that’s a plus, I guess,” Dan blinks, but when he doesn’t respond, Phil turns to face him. “Uh, sorry, I wasn’t listening,” Dan says, stuttering and blushing. He should probably just lie down and try to forget any of this happening. “It’s so quiet here,” he says instead, putting his backpack down and attempting to relax. He has nothing to worry about. Everything will be fine. “This must be a completely new experience for you. How’s it feel?” Phil asks. It seems like it doesn’t matter what Phil does, Dan finds himself completely enamored, which is putting him at a slight disadvantage. He doesn’t think that’s really fair. “It’s… weird. I think it’s almost too quiet.” Dan had gotten so used the ambient noise of talking and laughing that the quiet was a bit confounding. “Well that won’t be a problem for long. I’ve been told that I talk in my sleep.” Dan’s eyes widen at the admission and Phil continues, “Not that I would know for sure. It’s not like I’m there when it happens.” Dan laughs, and he has to stop doing that, it wasn’t that funny. But Phil smiles, and Dan forgets his impulses all at once. “Speaking of sleep, you probably want to do that now. That’s why you’re here.” Phil’s cheeks go pink for a change, and for a moment, Dan thinks it’s refreshing, but then he’s smiling. He can’t seem to catch a break. “So… what are the…” Dan searches for an appropriate term, but the best he can come up with in under three seconds is “sleeping arrangements”. He hadn’t thought about the implications of the night before going over, and what did he think would happen? Phil only has one bed. Mathematically, only one thing works. “Sleeping on the floor is no big deal to me, really. It’s fine,” Dan fills in quickly before Phil can get a word. “What? No, I invited you over so you could finally get a good night’s sleep. I’m not gonna make you sleep on the floor,” Phil says, strongly, not leaving any room for argument. “Well, it’s your room, so I can’t make you sleep on the floor,” Dan counters. As the last word falls off of his tongue, he understands what he said, what it could be construed to mean. “Are you suggesting that we share the bed?” Despite his earlier embarrassment and uncertainty, Phil says this with a hint of a smirk on his lips. Dan wants to stop existing, but he also really wants to sleep in the same tiny twin-sized bed as Phil Lester. He’s almost certain that he’s never wanted anything more in his life. “I mean… what I meant to say was, I wouldn’t have a problem with it seeing as we both just want to sleep, and you know, back support is an important thing. Can’t get that from the floor…” Dan feels more self-conscious with every passing second as Phil’s smug grin reaches more parts of his face. Like his eyes. “Yeah, I agree. Should we go to sleep then?” Without waiting for a reply, Phil hops into his bed and pats the space next to him. It’s not a very big space, and that makes Dan simultaneously excited and terrified. How were they supposed to negotiate this? There weren’t very many comfortable positions they could find this way. After a moment of fidgeting limbs and rustling bed sheets, Phil’s arm comes to rest around Dan’s waist. His fingers trace a small pattern, and then he tenses. “Is this okay? It’s the only comfortable place for my arm.” Dan smiles at the concern in Phil’s voice but his heart beat is erratic, and he’s worried Phil can feel it. “Yeah, it’s fine,” Dan manages, nearly choking on the first syllable. He can’t believe this is actually happening. “Goodnight, Dan.” “Yeah, goodnight…”— When Dan’s alarm goes off in the morning, he attempts to turn over but is stopped. His eyes shoot open and he remembers that he’s not in his room. Phil’s arm is still draped over him, slightly tighter now that he’s tried to move. He wonders how to go about this without it being too awkward, grabbing Phil’s hand and attempting to move him carefully so he doesn’t wake up. But then Phil’s hand squeezes and he breathes in, stretches and freezes. His grip loosens and his breathing stops for a moment. Maybe he doesn’t know Dan is awake yet. He can play it off like he’s just waking up now. He’s a pretty good actor, he could pull it off. “You’re gonna be late to class,” Phil says. His sleep-muddled voice startles Dan, and Phil definitely knows he’s awake now. “Well, maybe I wouldn’t if you let go of me.” Dan has no idea what made him so bold all of a sudden, but he bites his tongue and holds his breath, waiting for a response. “Yeah, I guess you’re right,” Phil says, moving his arm back to his side. Dan feels relieved and disappointed all at once, but he sits up anyway. He’s about to get up to change and then leave when Phil grabs his hand again. He looks back at Phil and his messy hair and his perfect lips. “You should come back when your class is over. We could get lunch or something.” Dan smiles softly and Phil’ thumb traces nervous circles onto the back of his hand. “Yeah, sure, that’d be great,” Dan can’t stop his smile from growing and he probably looks stupid, but he doesn’t care. “I’ll see you later then,” Phil says, bringing Dan’s hand to his lips for a brief second and then letting him go. Dan never sleeps in his own bed again.

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