#enjoy tonight’s episode all! i’ll be asleep

[antoncyng]

another small drabble because these kind of plots have been on my mind ever since the video of jennie surprising rose on her fancall 2 years ago.. can you see where im going ? so imagine this with you and wonbin.. 🤍

surprise! - park wonbin

idol!bf!wonbin x nonidol fem!reader

warnings: complete fluff, wonbin as a whipped af bf, supportive reader gf, pet names (angel, baby, princess)

wc : 763

seeing your boyfriend of 3 and a half years get to the top of album charts internationally and in korea, it made you proud. at most times you felt like a proud mom watching her son grow into his dream, and wonbin always knew he had an amazing supportive girlfriend waiting for him at home after his long schedules. at first, the difference between schedules was a small problem when wonbin first debuted. RIIZE was busy everyday, music show after music show. and when they weren’t recording pre-recordings for music bank or inkigayo, they were recording songs. comeback after comeback, wonbin was tired! his favorite part of the day was being able to come home to his affectionate girlfriend, and listen to her day as he slowly falls asleep in her arms.

“baby i have to go now,” wonbin said with a small frown as he looked down at you, clinging onto the standing boys torso as you sat in bed, just woke up. “its so early, i dont want you to go yet” you said, mumbling the words into his shirt as you heard his chuckle at your actions. “i’ll be home soon tonight, we have a fancall and thats it okay? ill be back soon” he told you, gently brushing his fingers through your bed hair, looking up at him and nodding. he bent down to give you a last kiss for that morning before he left, leaving you home alone.

but you were planning something for wonbin, he told you multiple times before that he enjoyed talking to fans and interacting with them through calls, but he got very socially drained easily. and what was the cure to that? you. yes, you spent $650 on albums for your boyfriend to cheer him up while he did his job, and thankfully you got in! you used a different name, your english(or second) name that your parents gave you, the name wonbin definitely wouldn’t be able to tell its you.

POV CHANGE ; yns pov

i got out of bed, looking at the time and remembering my time slot, i had until 3:50 pm. it was currently 11:00 am, i had all the time in the world right now! i sat on the couch going through netflix, finding a show. i finished a few episodes and looked at the time, oh okay its just 3:00.. wait its 3:00 already?! oh my god i have to get ready for the fancall! i jumped off of the couch and ran to my room, changing only my top since wonbin wouldn’t be able to see my pants, then into the bathroom to get ready, i finished my makeup and looked at the time. perfect! 3:35, ill set up the phone and get ready for the call. i sat at my desk in me and wonbins shared room, my phone set up with my mirror lights on, a stand up background behind me with decorations and pictures of wonbin, feeling slightly cringed but excited to see his reaction. i checked the time again, 3:48, i should be getting the call anytime so-

*ring ring ring, ring ring ring*

the phone is ringing! okay, take a deep breath.. wait why am i so nervous? hes my boyfriend..

POV CHANGE BACK authors pov

you answer the video call, the staff holding up a piece of paper with the questions, “can you hear me when i say this?” she says hello and you nod, not wanting to use your voice yet in case wonbin was already listening. the staff held up an OK! 👌 hand and said “please wait”, soon enough you saw the phone being set up to a distracted wonbin, looking down at the album.

“hello? earth to wonbin?” you said with a big smile on your face, watching him snap his head up with a huge smile painted on his face as soon as he recognized your voice. “princess, what are you doing here? why would you buy my fancall?” he asked excitingly, before he got cut off by a younger members peeking his head into the camera. “hiiiii ynie!!” an excited sohee said, you waving to him as he got pushed and shooed away by wonbin. “i wanted to surprise you, i know you said your calls get tiring so i wanted to give you some energy,” you said smiling, then pointing to the background. “do you like it? i made it myself!” you said proudly, watching wonbins huge grin on his grow bigger.

“i love it, thank you angel, youll always be my number supporter hm?”

#antoncyng #riize imagines #riize x reader #antoncyng drabble #riize wonbin #wonbin #park wonbin #wonbin x reader #riize au #kpop au

[081314]

Book 7: The Ruler of the Abyss – Chapter 2 (Part 2)

Following is part 2 of my translation of Chapter 2 of Book 7: The Ruler of the Abyss. This part contains episodes 7-25 to 7-29.

Main storyline spoilers after the cut!!

Episode 7-25

Kalim: Hey, Lilia! Thanks so much for the invite.

Lilia: Kalim, Jamil. I’m so glad to see you. Thank you for coming.

Kalim: I was really surprised when I heard you were dropping out. I know we’ve talked about this before, but right after I enrolled here… I decided  to join the pop music club after seeing you guys perform live. I just can’t believe I’m not gonna be able to hear your screamo anymore after today… I'm really gonna miss you. I thought about getting you a set of instruments and an amp as a farewell gift, but Jamil axed the idea.

Jamil: You’d literally need an entire truck to lug around the instrument set you were looking at. He’s not going on a live tour here. You have to keep in mind he’s just a normal person moving house.

Lilia: Kufufu. My apologies, I’m aiming to travel light when I leave. But I do thank you for your thoughtfulness, Kalim.

Jamil: Lilia Senpai, thanks for getting on so well with Kalim in the pop music club. I’m afraid you’d need to add this on to your luggage, but we’d be delighted if you would take this with you.

Lilia: What are you being so formal for? …This is… a business card?

Kalim: My dad told me to give that to you!

Jamil: What’s printed on that card is….the direct number to the Asim family’s private concierge.

Lilia: Private concierge?!

Jamil: If you ever find yourself in Scalding Sands, please do give us a call. The entire Asim family will be there for you every step of the way, starting from the moment you step foot in our country, all the way to your departure.

Kalim: As long as you have that card with you when you’re in Scalding Sands, whether you’re at an airport or a department store, there’s always gonna be someone there to look after you. And my mom and dad said they’d love to meet you someday. You’re welcome to come by my place whenever you want! And I’ll be happy to show you around with the magic carpet.

Lilia: Talk about rich! Please do give your parents my thanks. I’ll take good care of this card, I’m sure it will come in handy someday. Thank you, Kalim and Jamil.

Jamil: ….It seems like there’s other students here who wish to speak with Lilia Senpai, as well.

Kalim: Yeah, we don’t wanna hog up all your time. I hate to say goodbye, Lilia, but… Stay well!

Lilia: Yes. And you two, as well.

(Kalim and Jamil depart)

Lilia: Phew.

Silver: Father.

Lilia: Hm? Did you finish eating already, Silver?

Silver: It seems Lord Malleus still hasn’t arrived.

Lilia: Looks like it. Oh, what am I going to do with him. …Well, it’s nothing to worry about. We’ve been together for so long I’m sure we’ve just about grown tired of seeing each other’s faces by now. It’s fine if he doesn’t come see me off-

Silver: It’s not fine! You’re departing for the Land of Red Dragons tonight! And once you’re gone, Lord Malleus won’t be able to….! I… I’m going to go look for him!

(Silver runs off)

Lilia: Oi. Silver, wait! …He’s gone. Just where did he get that stubborn streak from, I wonder.

(Sebek comes running over, his mouth full of food)

Sebek: Shir Liria! … *Swallows food* W-What just happened? I thought I heard Silver raise his voice.

Lilia: Silver went to go look for Malleus.

Sebek: What on-! Then I shall go join him…

Lilia: Wait. It’s fine. To be honest with you, I’ve been wondering just what I should say to Malleus when I wish him farewell. But no matter what words I string together, it always feels so gloomy.

Sebek: Sir Lilia…

Lilia: You know what, Sebek. What little time I have left before I must depart, I’d like to enjoy it together with everyone. Don’t go saying something so coldhearted like you’re going to up and leave, too.

Sebek: O-Of course I wouldn’t. …Tsch. Darn you, Silver. You better not go fall asleep in the middle of the road!

Episode 7-26

Rook: Good evening, Monsieur Curiosity and Monsieur Crocodile. I do hate to interrupt your conversation, but we just wanted to say thank you for inviting us to your farewell soirée tonight.

Lilia: I’m glad you two could make it. As expected of the Beautiful Queen’s devotees – it feels like the party’s become even more grand just with your arrival.

Vil: ….Lilia. I’ll get straight to the point here. Is there really no other way?

Lilia: No other way…? What do you mean?

Vil: I’m talking about you losing your magic and leaving school. When I got all wrinkled from going into the underworld, Malleus was able to turn me back to normal by giving me some of his magic. Can't he do the same for you?

Lilia: Malleus said so himself, he can’t turn back time. I didn’t lose my magic due to some external reason like you did, Vil.

Vil: What do you mean?

Lilia: I’ve just gotten on in years, is all.

Vil: But you’re… 18 years old like the rest of us…?

Lilia: I’m just about 700 years old.

Rook / Vil: 700 years old!!!?

Sebek: OI! DON’T RAISE YOUR VOICES, HUMANS!! Sir Lilia is a member of the long-lived fae race. There isn’t anything to be surprised about.

Vil: H-Hello? …This whole entire time we thought he was the same age as us. I’m pretty sure anybody would be surprised if they just found out their classmate was literally 700 years old!

Rook: How could this be, Monsieur Curiosity? I’d noticed how you’d oft wax philosophically in a way no common 18-year-old would, but… To think, you were our senior in life to such a great extent.

Lilia: Kufufu. Perhaps I went a bit too low when fudging my age.

Vil: People in showbiz do stuff like that all the time, but I’ve definitely never heard of someone “fudging” it by over 680 years!

Rook: Ah, does this mean Roi du Dragon is also…?

Lilia: Oh, no. He’s much, much younger than I am. You could say he’s a “little” older than you boys. Even amongst us fae, the Draconia family is renowned for their long lifespans. At 200 years old, they’re but fledglings; and at 500, but youths. They’re finally considered adults once they reach 1000. They’re descended from dragons, after all.

Rook: Ça alors! I’d heard before that the fae have long lifespans, but that’s…

Lilia: I've heard the members of my species are also able to live to 1000, but… I was a little too reckless in my heyday, and I began to show my age earlier than I’d expected.

Vil: Reckless?

Lila: It’s perfectly normal for people to go a little wild when they’re young.

Sebek: Please don’t demean yourself so, Sir Lilia! Why, my grandfather has told me all about how you put your life on the line and devoted yourself to the Valley back in your day.

Lilia: Oh, *Baul. How many centuries has he been telling those same old stories now? Kids don’t like folks who always prattle on about the “good old days”, you know. However, although I committed my fair share of mischief in my youthful enthusiasm…. These past two years I’ve been super into video games, and I keep staying up all night with my nose pressed to the screen. It’s very unbecoming of my age, I know. Honestly, that might be the worst of my transgressions. You boys take care not to overdo it with those games, you hear! Ha ha ha!

Vil: Good grief. Please try and take care of yourself a little better from now on. ….Hah. It’s strange. Even though we just heard how old you really are, it’s like nothing’s changed. You’re the same Lilia as always - just another one of our classmates.

Rook: Indeed. I feel the same way. I guess you could say, age is but a number when it comes to sharing in youth together with your friends.

Lilia: What a lovely thing to say. Vil, Rook, please have as much fun as you can tonight.

Rook: Oui! Merci, Monsieur Curiosity.

Vil: Yes. Let’s enjoy ourselves to the very end!

*バウル Could be Baul, Bauru, Bahr, etc. Won’t know for sure what the correct name is until the official ENG localization comes out.

Episode 7-27

Ortho: Big brotheeer? Hey…. Are you even listening! Since they invited us and all, let’s go to Lilia Vanrouge-san’s going away party together. I’m sure you must have met him plenty of times before at your dorm warden meetings, right?

Idia: Honestly... Lilia-shi’s not my friend or anything…. I guess you could call him an acquaintance, but that’s about it… Even if I go to the party, it’s not like we’d have much to talk about together…. Anyways… I’m way more upset about having to say goodbye to Muscle Crimson-shi!!!! *sob*

Ortho: Oh, that’s right…. Muscle Crimson-san announced yesterday he’s quitting gaming, didn’t he.

Idia: Yeah… I dunno the specifics, but he’s got something going on IRL. And he also wiped out the Magicam account he was using for gaming… We’ve been messaging each other almost every day for the past two years and played so many different video games together. He was the first person I’ve ever done that stuff with.

Ortho: Mm. I remember guilds kept trying to recruit you since you’re so skilled and all… but anytime you joined one you’d always say stuff like, “Having to follow this guild’s stupid house rules sucks!” and, “These cocky weak ass ““veteran”” players suck!” and, “Getting all chummy with people SUCKS!” And then you’d always go back to playing solo soon after.

Idia: I’m just not cut out for co-op multiplayer games….

Ortho: But you and Muscle Crimson-san have played all sorts of games together, everything from MMORPGS to FPS. To my knowledge, he’s the only friend you’d ever done that with.

Idia: And despite all of that… He just dipped out of my life like it was nothing. Turns out that online relationships really are as fragile as people say… But hey, that’s fine with me… Ha ha… haaa…. Man, I can’t do this anymore… It hurts too much…. I don’t wanna ever make another friend ever again….

Ortho: Aww. Don’t say that, big brother. …Hey, I know! Why don’t I just look up Muscle Crimson-san’s location for you? Then you can just go see him in person!

Idia: Nooooo!! That is absolutely not cool! Not unless somebody posts a bunch of baseless slander about you!! B-Besides…. Even if we met up face-to-face, I bet I’d just annoy him.

Ortho: Huh? I don’t think so…

Idia: Of course I would! There’s no way anybody would have fun hanging out offline with a friggin’ gloomy meganerd like me..….*sob*  ….Ugh… It’s no use. I think I’ll just stay in bed for the next 10,000 years. Ortho, please just go to Lilia-shi’s party by yourself…

Ortho: *sigh* ….Okay. I’ll come back as soon as I can. Please don’t feel so down, big brother.

(Ortho departs, and Idia turns the lights off in his room)

Idia: ….That’s right. There’s no way anybody would wanna hang out with me offline. But I… I really should’ve mustered up the courage and asked for his contact info before it was too late…..

Episode 7-28

Silver: Lord Malleus! Where are you, Lord Malleus?!

(A cold wind blows and snowflakes start to fall)

Silver: …What the? It’s springtime, and yet the temperature’s suddenly plummeted. And it’s even started snowing….

(Silver sees Malleus standing in front of the statue of the Thorn Fairy)

Silver: ….! Lord Malleus!

Malleus: ….Hm? Oh it’s you, Silver.

Silver: So this is where you were, my Lord. I’ve been searching for you. Today is father’s going away party, so could you please join us and say a few words to him before he departs?

Malleus: ….So the celebration has already begun. Since Lilia invited me, I need to give him a blessing of some sort before he leaves. It is said that the Thorn Fairy would present the most splendid of gifts at the parties held at the royal palace - gifts that would astound all in attendance. And as the leader of Diasomnia, I must be sure to choose a gift that won’t sully her good name.

Silver: But that’s… I’m sure your presence alone would be more than enough for father, my Lord.

Malleus: I’ve been mulling it over for so long now. Just what should I give him….

(A cold wind blows)

Silver: Ack… It’s starting to snow even harder now. Lord Malleus, it’s awfully cold out tonight. Let us hurry back to the dorm now.

Malleus: It’s cold? Ahh, drat. I’ve done it again…

(Malleus snaps and it stops snowing)

Silver (thinking to himself): (….It stopped snowing? Lord Malleus is pretty infamous back home for causing thunder to split the sky when he's angered, but.. could this snowstorm also have been spurred on by his unrest? Lord Malleus… Your demeanor says otherwise, but you really are taking father’s departure hard, aren’t you. …And why wouldn’t he? He’s known father for so much longer than I have. I’ve only known him for a mere 17 years…)

Malleus: Hmm…. It won’t do any good to stand here fretting about. Let us set off for the party.

Silver: …….Please…. Go on ahead without me.

Malleus: Silver?

Silver: I’ll… be right along…. *chokes back a sob*

Malleus: What is the matter? ….Are you crying?

Silver: I-I’m so sorry… I must look so pathetic right now.

Malleus: There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Children cry. It’s what they do.

Silver: I’m already 17 years old. I’ll be an adult next year. I’m sure I must look like a child in your and father’s eyes, but… 17 years ago…. Father found me deep within the Briar Valley woods when I was just an infant.

Malleus: ……

Silver: Father is a fairy, and I am a human. We don’t have any blood ties or anything, and he really had no obligation at all to take me in….. But despite that, he raised me as though I were his own child. He made sure I was never want for food, he taught me so many different things, and whenever I lay ill in bed, he’d spend the whole night by my side.

Humans are so much weaker than fae, and we mature at a completely different rate than you do… everything about us is different. There’s hardly anyone in Briar Valley who knows a thing about taking care of human children. And not only that, but father was all on his own.  I can’t even begin to imagine how difficult it must have been for him to raise a human baby without anyone to rely on, just fumbling ahead one step at a time the best that he could….

I can’t thank him enough. I’d intended to spend the rest of my life just trying to repay him for everything he’s done for me…!  And yet… I… I still haven’t done a single thing for him in return! And now he’s setting off to go die alone in some faraway land.

Malleus: …………..

Silver: I…. Father can no longer use magic, and his body is growing weak… But even if the day should come where even his mind finally fails him and he forgets everything that's happened, I still want to be there for him right by his side…!

Malleus: …Lilia, you truly do have yourself a wonderful son.

Silver: No, I’m a good-for-nothing son. He wanted us to send him off with a smile, but I can’t even manage to grant him that one wish. I just… I… *sobs*

Malleus: ………….

Episode 7-29

Malleus: Earlier, you said you were someone who has no blood ties with Lilia, someone he had no obligation to raise… I’m sure he thinks the same way that you do.

Silver: ………Huh?

Malleus: Compared to how long we fae live, human lives are strikingly ephemeral - over and done with in the blink of an eye. Perhaps he felt you had no obligation to waste what precious little time you have left on him, in his enfeebled state.

Silver: Father…. Why…. *sobs*

Malleus: ...........There’s this one thing my grandmother often told me. The reason why the members of my species - those followers of the night who are descended from dragons - are born with such awesome powers, is so that we can ensure the people of Briar Valley never lose their smiles. And yet I cannot even dispel you and your father's sorrows. Despite all my strength... I’m powerless.

Silver: That’s not true….!

(beep beep beep)

Silver: Ah… L-Lord Malleus. Your phone is ringing.

Malleus: That wasn’t my phone, it’s a toy that Lilia gave me… Ahh. It seems Drakon has once again departed for its next journey.

Silver: ….You must feel lonely when it leaves.

Malleus: Not at all. Within the confines of this little device, it simply goes through all the motions of its fictional life over and over again. So there’s no need for sorrow…. Wait!

(Malleus starts to have flashbacks)

Lilia: Within the confines of a game like that where you have to tend to someone's needs… Perhaps it’d be fine to have it live forever, so long as you look after it. Like a never-ending fantasy of sorts.

Malleus: If… Say, if there was some way you could stay with your friends and family forever, and you would never have to worry about saying goodbye to anyone or anything ever again, would you wish for something like that?

(The flashbacks end)

Malleus: ….Yes, that’s it… That’s it! That was it all along! Ha ha… Ah ha ha ha! Oh, why did it take me so long to realize something so simple! Now I know what gift I should give to Lilia.

Silver: L-Lord Malleus…..?

Malleus: Come, Silver. Let us go to Lilia’s side.

Silver: Huh…? Uwahh!?

(Silver and Malleus disappear as Malleus teleports them away)

Chapter 2 (Part 1)

Chapter 2 (Part 3)

#malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #idia shroud #vil schoenheit #rook hunt #sebek zigvolt #twst silver #ortho shroud #kalim al asim #jamil viper #silver #twst spoilers #twst #twisted wonderland #ruler of the abyss

[mamadoc]

Chapter 15 of my most popular Chenford fanfic, Catch of a Lifetime, is posted!

Hopeful this will help you pass the time between now and when the new episode airs tonight.

Here’s a snippet to pique your interest.

Soon enough, Lucy’s phone was ringing. “Hey,” she answered with a goofy grin. “You called me,” she said with a surprised tone.

“Well, someone told me recently that a lot of problems could be avoided if I just checked my phone and communicated a little bit better.”

Lucy hummed and twisted her lips into a bow. “Must be someone smart.”

“She’s pretty amazing. Even if she does cuddle like an octopus,” he teased.

“Like a what?” she asked in disbelief.

“Like an octopus. You know, your arms and legs were all twisted around me like tentacles, and you were mostly laying on top of me, like an octopus moving along the ocean floor.”

“I was not!” she said with a big grin.

“Just ask Jackson. He’ll back me up.”

Lucy looked over at Jackson who just shook his head, “Keep me out of this.”

She had seen the picture that Jackson had taken, so she knew there was some truth to his assessment, but she had never been called an octopus before. “Okay. Okay. We’ll I’m sorry if I overwhelmed you with my octopus cuddling.”

“Not at all. I loved it. But I think that levels me up to at least stage two of cuddling, wouldn’t you say?”

Lucy laughed again. “Sure. I’ll give that to you. I actually don’t know what the stages are, though. I just made that up.”

“Well, I can’t wait to level up again,” he said suggestively.

“Mmmm… later. I still can’t believe I fell asleep on you. That’s so embarrassing.”

“Why? I think it’s a good sign that you’re comfortable enough around me. We’ve had plenty of awkward moments, so I think it’s worth noting the better ones.”

“Hmmm... Yeah,” she said, not intending to continue along that thread while there were other people around. “Um… Speaking of later, am I supposed to meet you somewhere after the game? I don’t know what the protocol is for this yet.”

“Meet after that game? Uh… Yeah… Of cour…” Tim started to say before his phone was pirated.

“Lucy? Is that you?” came another voice a moment later.

“Freeman?”

“Yeah! Want me to smuggle you in again? I bet Heyward and I can peel Tim’s shirt off and carry him to you again.” His words quickly dissolved in a peal of laughter. Then there was a bunch of noise on the other end like they were arguing over the phone or wrestling each other.

“Lucy?” came Freeman’s voice.

“Yeah?”

“Same door.”

Then the phone line went dead. Lucy laughed and looked at Jackson. She shrugged and looped her arm through Jackson’s. “Let’s go… I guess.”

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#chenford #lucy chen #fanfic #tim bradford #tim bradford x lucy chen #the rookie #chenford fanfic #fanfiction

[ironicallyirwin]

Visual Learner - Yunho

There were only a few days left before the European leg of the tour and Yunho was struggling to get his things together. Between his schedule and wanting to spend as much time with you as possible, he hadn’t packed a single thing.

He laid with his head on your lap currently while you watched this new kdrama you had become hooked on. With your hands running through his hair, you glanced down and saw his eyelids fluttering, a sign that he was struggling to stay conscious.

“Yuyu,” you whispered. “Do you want to head to bed now?”

He grunted in your lap and then brought his hands to his eyes to rub the exhaustion away. You stopped running your hands through his hair and just stared at the soft boy in front of you. He gazed up at you with tired but gleaming eyes. He always loved looking at you. He told you how beautiful you were once a day at the bare minimum.

“Wanna go to bed?” You asked him again.

“I guess we could. I’m sorry you didn’t get to finish your episode because I fell asleep.” He said to you, a slight pout on his lips.

You squished his cheek as a way to get rid of his pout and smiled at him.

“It’s fine Yuyu. I’ll have plenty of time to finish the show while you’re away on tour.”

At the mention of the tour, Yunho’s eyes darkened and his head dropped down. He was avoiding your gaze for the time being. He always hated leaving you alone, partially due to the fact that he missed you whenever he wasn’t around you but also because he felt like it was his job to protect you and keep you safe. Something that he definitely couldn’t do while he was away in a different country.

You took his hand in yours and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“C’mon, let’s go.” You say to him.

The both of you rise up from the couch and head down the hallway to the bedroom you both shared. You both had been living together for a year now and you each loved every second of it. When Yunho had broke the news to the members about how he wasn’t going to be in the dorms anymore he couldn’t help but feel a little giddy that he wouldn’t have to sleep on the top bunk anymore. As much as he loved rooming with San, he enjoyed his privacy too. Sharing a bed with you though was better than anything he could have imagined.

Yunho settled into bed while you changed into your pj’s which consisted of just a silk sleep dress and your panties. This was your usual nighttime apparel which Yunho was used to but he couldn’t help but feel himself getting aroused by the way the silk clung to your curves.

You felt his gaze on you and when you looked at him, you could see him clutching a fistful of comforter in his hand. His eyes never left you as you walked over to his side of the bed, grazing your fingertips along the comforter and up along Yunho’s leg that was protruding from under the covers.

“Like what you see?” You asked in a sultry voice.

Even though both of you have had sex many times, you always loved how Yunho looked at you and treated you during your time of intimacy. It was like it was his first time all over again. His brown eyes turned to saucers every time he was given permission to worship your body in the most unholy ways. It was like a trance came over him. And that’s exactly how he looked in this moment.

Yunho swallowed nervously, never taking his eyes off you. He could feel himself getting more aroused by the second. It was almost becoming painful having his cock restrained in his sweatpants. You climbed on top of him then, sitting directly in his lap.

You could feel his hard cock pressing against your pussy through his sweatpants and the covers. A slight smirk spread across your lips at the sensation.

Yunho’s hands reflexively gripped your hips, riding the silk material of your dress up a bit giving more exposure to your thighs.

“Please let me have you tonight.” He begged, his breath shaky.

“You can, but not that easily.” You said to him, running your fingers along his covered chest. “I’m going to show you how I want to be pleased.”

You heard Yunho suck in a breath. That obviously excited him. Getting to see you play with yourself was very rare for him since he always liked to be the one to exclusively pleasure you.

Sitting up using your knees, you brought your hands under your dress and began slipping your panties off. Yunho went to go help but you swatted his hands away.

“You don’t get to touch me yet. I’m calling the shots tonight.” You scold him.

“Of course baby, I’m sorry.”

You felt your skin tingle when he called you baby. You didn’t really have pet names for one another unless it was in the bedroom. Each and every time you heard him call you something that wasn’t your name made you excited and more aroused for him.

As you got off of Yunho to take your panties fully off, you saw he was getting ready to do the same and remove the bottom half of his clothes. Now that both of you were half naked, you were ready to have him be a visual learner tonight.

You dipped your fingers between your folds and brought them up to your lips, placing them inside your mouth and licking up what wetness was on them. “Mmm, sweet.” You said with a smirk on your face.

Yunho muttered a low “fuck” after you said that, his features growing dark and his hand roaming down beneath the covers to stroke himself.

You hiked the hem of your dress up so you were exposed from the bottom up to your stomach. Holding your dress in one hand, you let your other hand roam the curves of your body until your fingers grazed against your already wet lips. You spread your legs a little further apart and slipped in a finger, starting to rub circles against your clit.

Soft moans escaped your mouth as Yunho watched you stand there and pleasure yourself in front of him. Stroking his cock, he couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the sight of you. You looked like a goddess, the moans coming from your mouth sounded like the greatest symphony he’s ever heard.

“Baby, you look so gorgeous.” He muttered, his breath hitching every time he slowly stroked his cock.

At his words you felt your core tightening as you kept rubbing circles on your clit. “Baby, please I want you so bad.”

That was more than enough for Yunho. He leapt up from the bed and was on you within seconds. His mouth crashed onto yours, his hands clung to the small of your back with his fingers digging into you. He was holding you as if this was the last night you both would spend together. In a way it was, he was going to be gone for a whole month and you were going to be alone. You could feel in his passion just how much he was going to miss you while he was away. You, of course, we’re going to miss him too.

Leading you back to the bed, Yunho turned you both around so your back was now facing the mattress. He unlatched his lips from yours and started leaving a trail of kisses down your neck. Your hands that rested on his back pulled him closer to you as if there was too much space between your bodies.

“Fuck me, now.”

Yunho looks up at you, a devilish smirk appearing on his lips. You definitely didn’t have to tell him twice. Within seconds you were laying on the bed, Yunho’s body on top of yours. He slips the straps of your dress down, pulling the rest of the fabric with it until your naked body laid before him. You gripped the hem of his t-shirt and helped him pull it off. Both of you stared at each other momentarily, your eyes giving the other a sign of approval. This is what you both wanted.

You spread your legs and Yunho trailed kisses down your body, fluttering them along every inch of your skin. He worshipped you like the goddess you were, his mind, body, and soul were fully committed to you. Gripping your thighs with his hands, he brought his mouth closer to your dripping wet pussy.

“Fuck Y/N, I haven’t even touched you yet and you’re already dripping.” Yunho says, his voice laced with desire.

“P-please…” you beg.

He scoffs. “I thought you were the one calling the shots tonight? It’s funny how quick the roles have reversed.”

He doesn’t waste any time in giving you what you want despite his remarks. He positions his head between your legs and lightly drags his tongue up your clit. Your body shivers in pleasure and your hips reflexively buck up. Yunho’s grip on them tightens, he’s not letting you go anywhere until he’s done with you for the night.

He begins lapping up your wetness, the sensation against your clit has you gripping the pillow above your head and moaning in pleasure. You bury one of your hands in Yunho’s hair, you know how much he likes it pulled while he’s eating you out. He moans softly into you, the vibrations making you moan louder while his tongue continues to tease your core.

You can feel the tightening sensation within your stomach signaling your fast approaching orgasm.

“ I-I’m gonna cum.” You breathe out, your grip on the pillow and Yunho’s hair tightening simultaneously.

Yunho’s tongue picks up speed and aids your orgasm in approaching even faster. His grip loosens on your thighs and they close around his head while he continues licking your clit as you ride out your high.

As your thighs relax, Yunho trails kisses up your body this time. Your faces meet and you kiss him, tasting yourself in the process.

“You were right, you do taste so sweet.” Yunho mutters to you.

You were still recovering from the pleasure you felt just moments ago but Yunho was already lining himself up with your entrance. He was eager to feel inside of you and although he’s fucked you multiple times, each one was better than the last. This time would be no different for him.

His hands gripped the top of your thighs as he pushed himself inside you. You let out a sharp breath like you always did when you were first getting used to his size. His thrusts started out slow, letting you get used to the feeling of him inside of you. Once you were adjusted, his thrusts got faster and his breathing more labored. You wrapped your hands around Yunho’s back, fingers digging into his skin as the feeling of him inside you elicited a string of moans from your mouth.

“You sound so beautiful when you moan, baby.” Yunho whispers to you, kissing your neck.

“Y-Yunho, fuck…” you start, your walls clenching around his cock.

His thrusts start getting sloppy and you can tell he’s going to combust any second. He screws his eyes shut and focuses on the feeling of your pussy as he’s fucking you. Yunho’s only ever fucked you raw and you both liked it that way.

Yunho grips your thighs tighter, pulling you closer to him. You hear the sound of your skin making contact as he thrusts harder.

“Y/N….I’m gonna…” Yunho starts.

You felt his cock twitch as his load filled you. You both moaned simultaneously as Yunho’s climax reached its end. He pulled out of you and collapsed on the pillow next to you. Both of your breathing was labored as you stared at the ceiling, reveling in the moment you just shared with one another.

As your breathing slowed, Yunho pulled you into his chest. You both laid in silence for a few moments, just enjoying the contact of your skin on one another. Neither of you wanted to break the silence, because you knew what each of you were going to say.

“I’m going to miss you.” Yunho says, finally breaking the silence.

You look up at him and see he’s intently staring at you.

“I’m going to miss you even more.” You reply.

Yunho tilted his head down and you tilted yours up to meet each other’s lips in a soft but passionate kiss. You know he didn’t want to leave you but that he had no choice in the matter. And you knew how hard this lifestyle would be the moment you both had made your relationship official.

“We still have a couple days left together Yuyu.” You say to him in an attempt to make him feel better.

Yunho nods in silence and just keeps looking at you.

You smile at him and you can see the remnants of a small smile lingering on his face. You place a light kiss on his lips and stroke his cheek tenderly.

“Let’s get some sleep now, I don’t need Hongjoong on my ass about how you’re not properly rested.” You say, earning a chuckle from Yunho.

“I love you, Y/N.” Yunho mutters softly.

“I love you too.”

You turn around so your back is to Yunho and his arms are around your waist. He pulls you close to him and the both of you drift off to sleep.

#ateez #jeong yunho #atiny #yunho smut #yunho scenarios #yunho #kpop

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[A3! Translation] Magical⭐︎Earl Grey [Itaru SSR]

Thanks for the request!

Translation under the cut

1

Itaru: *sigh*...

Chikage: Good work today.

Itaru: Are you already going back?

Chikage: Yes, I’ve finished all my work for today.

Itaru: Sounds nice…wish that were me…

Chikage: You’re not heading home yet?

Itaru: I’ve got the hell known as a “department social gathering” waiting for me

Chikage: Well that’s…good for you

Itaru: Leaving me out here to die…you’re a demon…or maybe the devil?

Chikage: What are you, an elementary student?

Chikage: Well, good luck either way.

Itaru: Ugh…

Female coworker A: Aww, Chigasaki-san, you’re headed home already?

Female coworker B: Let’s go for round two!

Male senior: This is a way for us to get to know each other, you know?

Itaru: I apologize…I have a meeting with the troupe in the morning tomorrow you see.

Itaru: (I said, like a liar.)

Female coworker A: I see…well it can’t be helped then.

Itaru: Well then, I’ll be off. Good work today everyone.

Itaru: …

Itaru: I’m tired…

Chikage: Welcome back, Chigasaki.

Itaru: Ugh…yeah.

Chikage: Seems like it was quite tiring.

Itaru: …

TV: Overflowing red passion! Warrior of love, Ruby!

Itaru: Ah…my solace.

Itaru: I've kind of been into Amethyst lately but Ruby really is my kamioshi* in the end 

Chikage: …you really deserve a prize for the speed at which you were able to get back and lie on the sofa just to watch anime.

Chikage: I can sleep somewhere else tonight, seeing as you’re enjoying yourself.

Itaru: Senpai, this is the episode where Emerald appears in.

Itaru: You might play this role one day, why not watch a bit for role study?

Chikage: I whole-heartedly believe that the “one day” you speak of will never happen, so I’ll pass.

Chikage: But seems like the idea’s energized you already. Don't sleep too late.

Itaru: Its hard to invite Senpai to these kinds of things huh…

Itaru: (But I really am tired…ugh, so sleepy…)

Itaru: …zzz

2.

Itaru: Ugh…

Itaru: ? Where on earth…?

Itaru: (I cant move my arms…)

Itaru: Huh?

Itaru: (Both of my arms are tied together?)

Itaru: What kind of situation is this?

Dark Matter: Mwahaha! So you’ve awaken at last!

Itaru: !?

Itaru: (This guy’s the enemy from Jewelpuri!)

Dark Matter: You’re bait to lure those Jewelpuri warriors!

Itaru: (Is this…the Jewelpuriverse?)

Itaru: (And this guy just said “lure”, so…)

???: We’ve found you!

Dark Matter: So you’ve come, Ruby, Amethyst!

Itaru: Ruby and Amethyst!?

Itaru: (Oh my god no way.)

Itaru: !?

Amethyst: We found you…

Izumi: You won’t escape!

Itaru: (Is that…Director wearing Ruby-tans’s costume!?)

Itaru: (And that’s the costume I asked Hisoka to wear…)

Hisoka: Snzz..I’m sleepy…

Izumi: Come on Amethyst! We’re here to save Itaru-san!

Izumi: There weren’t any other warriors available so it’s just up to us!

Dark Matter: Heh heh heh…did you think this would be easy for you?

*attacks*

Izumi: That attack won’t work on us, who do you think we are?

Izumi: Overflowing red passion! Warrior of love, Ruby!

Itaru: Woah!

Izumi: C’mon Amethyst, you too!

Amethyst: Ugh…can’t be helped I guess.

Amethyst: To protect true love…Warrior of protection, Amethyst!

Dark Matter: You can’t beat me!

*attacks*

Izumi: …!

Amethyst: Agh…

Itaru: Ruby, Amethyst, you can do it!

Izumi: That attack was…barely a scratch!

Izumi: Let’s end this now!

*attacks*

Dark Matter: Auughh!!!

Dark Matter: You…I’ll remember this!

*teleports*

Izumi: Itaru-san, are you alright!?

Amethyst: Is he alive?

Itaru: Ruby…Amethyst…thank you so much.

Itaru: …

3.

???: …saki

Itaru: …?

Chikage: Hey, get up already.

Itaru: Hrk

Chikage: You’re finally awake.

Itaru: Emerald-tan…you’re here too?

Chikage: Who?

Chikage: Geez…this isn’t your dreams, this is the real world.

Itaru: (A dream huh…well that checks out)

—

Itaru: (Well I washed up, I’m pretty hungry…)

Izumi: Oh, Itaru-san? It’s rare of you to be up so early.

Itaru: …Ruby-tan.

Izumi: Pardon?

Itaru: No, sorry, nevermind. I fell asleep watching Jewelpuri last night.

Izumi: You really like that show, huh?

Izumi: What do you like about it?

Itaru: It’s not your usual magical-girl show, the messages the show tries to convey are very deep.

Izumi: I see, that sounds interesting!

Izumi: Where can I watch it?

Izumi: Let me look it up on my phone.

Itaru: …You’re really a kind person.

Izumi: Huh!? What do you mean?

Itaru: Senpai never listens when I talk about Jewelpuri.

Izumi: It’s pretty impressive that you try.

Itaru:  Anyways, my oshi is a girl called Ruby.

Cute!

Izumi: Oh, what a cute name!

Itaru: Right? She’s cute but really strong, and her transformation sequence is super cool.

Izumi: Is that so? I’ll have to check it out!

Itaru: Ruby-tan’s hair is so silky.

Sounds Strong!

Izumi: She sounds strong!

Itaru: Ruby-tan’s charm point is that she fights for her friends, no matter what obstacles stand in the way she overcomes them.

Itaru: When I was captured by Dark Matter, she saved me too.

Izumi: Huh? Dark Matter?

Itaru: Haha, nothing, don’t worry about it.

Itaru: Well, Ruby-tan really was super cool when that happened.

Itaru: (even so…)

Itaru: …

Izumi: Itaru-san, what’s wrong?

Itaru: …No, it’s nothing.

Izumi: Ah, look at the time!

Izumi: It’s my turn to make breakfast today, Itaru-san, let me know what you want to eat!

Itaru: Then, pizza toast please.

Izumi: Understood! I’ll get cooking.

Itaru: I’ll help, not sure how much I can do though.

Izumi: That’s rare! Something good happen?

Itaru: Well, maybe.

Itaru: (Kind of want to see the Director in a Ruby costume…even for a little bit)

**kamioshi = favourite character of all time, think ult bias a la kpop

#a3 translation #itaru chigasaki #izumi tachibana #chikage utsuki

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Jumpspace Renegade - ep. 14 ✨🚀

[3.3k words, 12min. read - Stray Kids Multi Fic, Scifi!au, Choose Your Own Adventure - Jisung x Fem. Reader, Chan x Fem. Reader - SFW/Smut in Other Chapters/✨A HINT of Spice✨ - Navigating Feelings, Platonic(?) Intimacy, ChangLix is Figuring it Out, Ruthless Scheming, Ominous Plot Hints, Forehead Smooches, Lingering Looks, Cold Showers, Loyalty Crisis, ONE Kiss, Delicious Banter and Flirting and Tension, Always Check the Tags]

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Chan really thought he had you pinned. Surely, an alliance with him meant you would have to knock it off with anything shady for the time being.

Too bad for him, he wasn’t aware that you didn’t exactly care. This was an easy choice.

Your alliance with Minho – at least in its conception – was purely out of convenience. Knowing what he was up to would help you plan for any eventuality. An alliance with Chan would afford you the same thing.

Of course, there was the whole issue of actually liking Minho, but what did that matter? The bounty wanted nothing to do with you physically ever since you took him up on his offer, anyway.

And it wasn’t like you deplored Chan. You just really, really weren’t a fan of him lately.

Still. Access to the captain was too valuable.

He continued to stare you down in the showers, cocky and sure of himself as ever.

“An alliance?” you casually repeated. “Sure. Okay.”

Maybe it was the way you so nonchalantly said it. Maybe it was that he wasn’t expecting you to say it at all.

Chan softened immediately, as if he had been tensing himself to receive your answer. You held out a hand for him to shake and he warily shook it.

“But you should know,” you casually added, “I don’t like to mix business with pleasure. If you ever come onto me again I’ll break your knees.”

Chan blinked at you, forgetting to let go of your hand while he processed this. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

“I used up all the hot water, by the way,” you grinned, cheekily patting Chan’s bare shoulder. “Enjoy your cold shower, Captain.”

The relatively cool air of the ship blasted you and sent a shiver down your back when you exited the washroom, wondering where Jisung was. His cabin door across from the heads was wide open, exposing the lack of the pilot inside. You peeked into the galley and set your shower supplies down in the booth. The digital screen installed next to the kitchen showed who was standing watch when it wasn’t displaying ship or planet time. Soon enough, Jisung’s name scrolled across.

There was one thing on your mind following this new development with Chan.

Obviously, Minho would be elated to find out.

And it would be wise to sort out how to access him with no more keycard. But that meant you had to be sure no one could randomly listen in on you. 

You crept upstairs to the bridge. By this point, you could assume most everyone was asleep. The bridge was dim and quiet, but a faint light revealed the pilot, lounging in the secret bunk in the compartment under his console. He flipped through a comic, smoking a charge clip and not bothering to look up until you sat on the floor beside him.

You reached over and clicked off his clip, getting his attention. “You want me to stop hating you?”

Jisung paused now, curious.

“Disable the function to remotely activate the talk box in my cabin.”

The pilot looked at you then, shrugged, and crawled out of the compartment bunk. He closed the door on top of it and re-seated himself at his console, clicking and typing through some programming before a concerning beep seemed to warn him before he shut it off.

“Done,” Jisung clapped his hands together. “What’re you doing tonight? Want to hang out?”

It was your turn to blink in confusion. “It was that simple? You don’t even want to know why?”

“No,” answered Jisung. “I’d just enjoy knowing you don’t hate me. So are we hanging out or what?”

“Uh, no?” you laughed. “I said I wouldn’t hate you. I didn’t say anything about not being mad at you.”

Jisung deflated, slouching in his chair at his console. “Fair enough,” he pouted, scrunching both eyes closed. 

Wait. 

Both?

“Hey, something's different,” you smirked. “What happened to your eyepatch?”

The pilot’s eyes widened, first in confusion and then in realization. He pointed at the light bruise on his cheekbone. “Apparently, all I needed to speed up my heal time was a swift punch in the face. My dude had an insane right hook.”

“Looks like it,” you chuckled sympathetically, but this back-and-forth gave you pause. It’d been nice having a steady friend on board. Jisung offered you a small smile and you broke down immediately. “Fine,” you sighed. “You want me to stop being mad at you?”

“Uh, yeah?” laughed Jisung, almost playful. “This sucks. I hate making you mad.”

“Then first:” you began. Jisung looked on intently. “Never steal my shit again. You could’ve been a grown-up and asked–”

“But what if you said no?!” Jisung whined.

“Then that would’ve been my right, asshole! So first: never steal my shit again. Second: actually pitch the setup at Sentury Station to me. Properly. With details. We barely had any time on Phaborus.”

The pilot sat up at attention right away. “Like right now?”

You sighed hard, but it was tough not to be a little smitten. “No, dummy, not right now,” you said with a shake of your head. “Actually think about it and plan it out, and then come to me in private.”

Jisung grinned in determination, new goals in mind. “You got it. You’re gonna be so not mad at me.”

“Looking forward to it,” you teased. You stroked Jisung’s fringe out of his eyes as a parting gesture, and you could feel the mutual longing you both had for a buddy tonight. Still, you had to follow through. You were still mad, and Jisung had his new conditions to meet. You turned to leave the bridge, thankful that Jisung seemed content with this development, when Chan ran into you in the stairwell, fresh from his cold shower.

Maybe this was why you were feeling a little exhausted. You’d barely had time to relax. There was always something to take up your attention.

“Up to anything fun while I was away?” he asked, unamused.

You brazenly pinched the captain’s cheek. “I was reading Jisung a bedtime story.”

Chan gently, yet sternly, gripped onto your wrist before you could pull it back. The hold his cybernetic hand had on you was steadfast. “Is that all you were doing?”

The smallest, most effective move you could think of to make Chan release you without causing a scene was an admittedly ridiculous one. You stepped forward into his space in the stairwell, your chest against his, your best doe eyes gazing into his stoic glare until he gave up and stepped back, breaking his concentration. “We’re partners now, Captain,” you reminded him. “You said that now you’ll know I have your back. No matter what. And no matter who I spend time with.”

Chan was steaming when you winked goodbye and trotted the rest of the way down the stairs.

You made one more detour to the kitchen, grabbing something to drink for the night. The tea you opened was refreshing, helping you finally catch a second of calm, when you heard a creak across the galley. The door to Changbin’s cabin was open, warm light spilling onto the floor, and there was the mechanic himself, thinking he was being sneaky when he didn’t see you lurking in the dark kitchen. 

Changbin jumped when he flipped the lights on, but his startle quickly faded. He pulled you into a hug and kissed your forehead. “Hey, I haven’t seen you all afternoon,” he fretted. “How are you?”

“I’m fine, dude, really,” you reassured him, despite feeling dead on your feet. 

“You sure?” worried Changbin. “You’ve had a crazy day. You saved Felix, for Christ's sake.”

Your primary impulse was to argue this. All you did was get Felix back to the ship. Minho was the one that saved him.

“Nova?” came Felix’s voice from inside Changbin’s cabin. He immediately started shooing you in Felix’s direction.

“Are you sure? He should be resting,” you nagged the mechanic.

“Go,” insisted Changbin. “He’s rested all day, and he’s been worried about you ever since you left to go fetch Hyunjin.”

You were about to ask what Changbin would be doing while you visited, but your question was already half-answered when you turned to see him digging through the cooler. For a second, you wondered if the two had ever properly eaten all afternoon or evening. You peeked into Changbin’s cabin, grinning wide when you caught sight of Felix. The blonde had regained his color, now sitting up in bed and bundled in one of Changbin’s hoodies. He dropped the book he was reading and immediately outstretched his arms to you.

“Come here,” he happily demanded.

Your resolve was shot immediately, unable to resist giving the man a hug after an insane day. You sat yourself on the edge of the bed and embraced him as gently as he would let you. He also kissed your forehead, affectionately cradling your face for a second.

“I’m going to thank you for saving me,” he explained. “And I know you’re going to give me some shit about Minho doing everything, because that’s exactly what Minho told me. So I’m going to thank you, because you’re the one who got me out of there and back on the ship.”

“Fine, fine,” you humbly relented, before you openly changed the subject with a sweeping wave. “So… Changbin’s cabin, huh?”

“I dunno, dude,” Felix sighed, still retaining a hint of a grin but sighing nonetheless. “Perspective changes when more important things come up. But it was fucking tense in here for the first hour or so, like, until he finally spilled.”

“So you know more?” you asked, trying not to sound too hungry for further developments. Finding out Changbin was married was huge, even for you, and you hadn’t known the crew long.

“Yeah,” Felix nodded. “I know more. Go look at the computer. He pulled more stuff up for me. The stuff I saw was just the most recent.”

You looked in the direction of Felix’s point to Changbin’s computer on his desk. There were messages upon messages pulled up. Felix continued while you browsed through them.

“It’s tough, Nova,” he exhaled. “She hates him. She practically despises him. She’s convinced he’s sleeping with every marine he meets, and she can’t stand that he’s had boyfriends before marrying her.”

“So she’s crazy,” you determined. 

Felix dazedly nodded. “Kind of hard to get a divorce if it means you have to be in the vicinity of a lunatic.”

“How do you feel about it, dude?”

The weapons specialist was about to draw his knees up when the wound in his waist hurt too much. He defeatedly melted back into the bed. “According to Bin, they got married right after he was drafted. Money was tight, resources were scarce, she had a good job, and he’d have reliable income. It was more to take care of each other than anything.”

“Do you believe him?”

Felix thought about this, messing with the sleeves of Changbin’s hoodie. “Yeah,” he finally decided.

“But it still hurts,” you clarified. 

“That he kept it a secret?” Felix asked. “Of course. Just takes time.”

The two of you relaxed in silence for a moment, digesting this. “How was Jeongin’s dinner?” Felix asked you, interrupting the quiet.

“It was good,” you assured him with a nod. “There’s leftovers if you want.”

“No,” Felix emphatically refused. “Whatever painkillers Minho gave me obliterated my appetite. It also made me ridiculously tired.”

“Then you should get more sleep,” you prodded, grabbing the blankets and tucking Felix in. This time, you kissed his forehead. Felix bid you goodnight and you did the same, quietly letting yourself out and back into the galley.

Changbin was right there, unsurprisingly. He grappled you into another thankful hug before relinquishing you, and you could hear him badgering Felix to drink some warm tea while you got your head back into your plans for the night.

You had one final idea for the night. With your magic keycard being snatched back by Chan, and the hatches to Minho’s room being sealed, you’d have to come up with a new idea on how to access him, especially if an emergency arose. You first dropped your shower supplies into your cabin and opened the closet, tapping softly on the back of the compartment. With Jisung disabling your talk box, you were no longer worried that someone could listen in on you. When you received no answer, you figured Minho must be sleeping.

Nevertheless. 

The best time to be trying to get this done would be nighttime, with everyone asleep.

You tried to look casual strolling out into the workshop when you spied Jeongin in the loft. He noticed you, too, setting his book down and waving at you.

“What’re you reading?” you coolly asked, sidling up to the workbench and swiping a laser cutter.

Jeongin nonchalantly pointed at the earpiece he was wearing, signaling that he was actually on a call while enjoying his book, and gestured at the proton slicer beside you instead. You blew him a kiss and tucked the tool into your waistband before heading back to your cabin.

Once again, the service access was arid when you crept inside. You held the flashlight from your nightstand aloft and examined Chan’s welding work. Thankfully, this didn’t appear to be metal joining the hatch to the frame, but it was some sort of compound that was tough as nails. When you charged and clicked on the proton slicer, the beam didn’t do anything to the weld. You rolled your eyes. Would the hatch in Minho’s closet be equally impenetrable? 

You crawled out of the service hatch and into the opening at the top of your closet, trying to move fast when you dropped your flashlight with a clatter. Quiet would be crucial here, since you were right under Chan’s cabin. You scrambled to pick up the plastic flashlight, almost jumping out of your skin when the beam landed on Chan, waiting for you in the access passage.

“Telling more bedtime stories?” he teased.

Five different excuses almost spewed out of you at once when Chan held up a hand to silence you. He simply pointed up.

“My cabin. Now.”

He watched you climb up, keeping a wary eye on you to make sure you wouldn’t run, before climbing up after you. From this vantage point, you could tell that the hatch opened into his own closet floor. You observed his desk-turned-workbench, covered in tools haphazardly grouped into some semblance of organization. A small set of paints were closed beside a couple of ship models he was working on, while a solder pen sat next to some spare panels for his limbs. There was a monitor mounted to the wall blasting an old movie, while a computer played a livestream on his bureau. 

Chan clicked off the strong work light hanging over his desk. “It’s amazing, how easy you are.”

“Excuse me?” you sputtered.

“I give you a juicy offer and I immediately catch you being friendly with Jisung and about to break into the bounty’s cabin?”

“What does Jisung have to do with this?!” you laughed snidely. “The cabin, I can understand that looks suspicious. But just talking to Jisung?!”

Chan seemed more than a little caught by your interrogating. He stood quiet, waiting for your next move.

“Besides,”  you huffed, “I thought you’re supposed to trust me now. How do you know I’m not trying to get more details out of Minho? Maybe I’m trying to get more info about what’s going down in Victory Meridian.”

And now Chan looked like his interest was piqued. You silently cursed yourself for mentioning Daedalus.

“Victory Meridian?” he smirked. “No one believes my gut feeling that we’re walking into something.” 

“Then maybe you should let me try and gain some leeway here,” you argued. Chan leaned back against his desk, and you sat yourself on the edge of his bed.

The captain folded his arms, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I like you, Miss Nova,” he sighed. “But you’re always up to something. Why can’t you tell me before you do shit?”

You leaned back, aloof and resting your palms on the bedspread. “You like me?” you cutely cocked your head. “I heard that. Jisung told me you like me a lot.”

Chan scoffed where he was leaning against his desk across from you. “What is this, school? Like I have a little girl-next-door crush on you?”

“You sure like to bully me like we’re in school,” you shot back. 

Chan held your glare. “If you’re talking about my unconventional approach to getting your loyalty, I think I have plenty of reasons to stay the course. If I keep being hard on you, you’ll either slip or you’ll be a perfect crewmate. Maybe even first mate material.”

“I thought Jisung was your first mate,” you challenged.

“No,” Chan shook his head. “It’s just convenient for us both to refer to him as such. He's the pilot, I'm the captain, and that’s it.”

“Maybe,” you posited, “if you keep being so hard on me, I’ll want nothing to do with you, let alone be your first mate. Maybe, if you keep being so hard on me, it’ll make me want to mess with you in return.”

Chan raised an eyebrow. “Oh? You’ll mess with me? What’ll you do, sabotage me? Play a little prank on me?”

The captain almost flinched when you stood up from his bed and took a few short strides to where he leaned against his work station. “Maybe,” you growled, “I’ll only stay in Minho’s good graces by fucking him.”

“So it’s been more than once?” Chan demanded to know.

“Way more than once,” you lied.

Chan looked like he could break something.

Hilarious.

It didn’t matter that the truth was far more boring; it only mattered that Chan was fuming at the thought that you’d already managed to sleep with Minho multiple times since coming on board.

“What’s the matter?” you pouted. “Upset your alliance didn’t come with a little punch card to come in my bed?”

With the way you had him back up against his desk, you heard a small creak from how Chan gripped the surface with his enhanced hand. 

“So I was right,” he smirked, trying to keep up and remain cool. “You are easy.”

You bit down the first snarky remark that came to mind in lieu of something more calculated. “And I was right,” you grinned back. “You’re jealous that Minho has me on call and you don’t.”

Chan’s kiss was immediate and brief, in equal parts due to how he backed off and how you instantly reacted by slapping him. His hands were on you as fast as they were off you, now limply holding onto the hem of your shirt. You had to admit, you sort of liked this about Chan, the fact that this was so complicated. It’s what you liked about Minho, too, unlike how you loved the ease of spending time with Jisung or Seungmin.

“Stay with me tonight,” Chan suddenly, quietly pleaded. You let yourself be drawn closer until your forehead rested against his. “No funny business; you can sneak out in the morning. I just like being around you.”

Your mind raced, your head reeled, the air in your lungs turned to stone from Chan’s proposal. Yeah, you liked the ornery captain of the Ambler, but you also liked other people.

Like Seungmin.

Who, as you’d realized, had no recollection that Chan himself had outed you for sleeping with him, Jisung, and Minho. If you cared, you had a clean slate. That wasn’t even to say that you could be preventing Jisung or Minho from becoming jealous, too.

If it even went there. Who said that you’d fuck Chan if you stayed with him? This could be your chance to ease the tension that was obviously between you, maybe actually become friends.

Or maybe take out some tension on him.

Chan’s lips on yours, his fleeting hands on your waist and in your hair, it was as exhilarating as it was relieving.

There were far too many ideas of what you could do here, but you needed to think fast.

#straykidsland #stray kids fanfic #han jisung x reader #bang chan x reader #bang chan x y/n #ALWAYS CHECK THE TAGS 💕 #and with that being said 😌😌😌 #i cannot help you 😌 #BOTH will be fun #just different kinds of fun OOP #because spoiler: #reader hasn't had a big heart to heart with herself on something that she's been thinking quite a bit #is it really that clean of a slate anyway??? #there will need to be some talking no matter WHAT if we want something in particular 😌

[jobrookekarev]

Can you write somthing about jolex and family?

Title: TV Night

Words: 452

Summary: The Karev family watches TV after a long day only to have their daughter surprise them.

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy.

Relationship: Alex Karev/Jo Wilson

Characters: Meredith Grey, Cormac Hayes, Alex Karev, Jo Wilson, Luna karev, and Helena -Wilson, 

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences General Audiences.

Additional Tags: Fluff, Humor, Family, Drabble, Domestic, Children, 

Read at AO3

Read at FFN

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“So what are we watching tonight?” Alex asked as he walked into the living room holding Helena. 

He also carried a giant bag of Cheetos that they were both snacking on. While Jo was already on the couch with Luna in her arms, as she flipped through channels. With dinner and dishes done, it was time for a lazy evening after the work day. 

“Not that ridiculous crime drama that you like,” Jo insisted as she rolled her eyes.

“It's a good show,” Alex insisted as he sat down next to her and settled in wrapping one arm around her. 

“It's crazy with the twists and turns and it's way too graphic for the girls,” Jo argued back, as even Helena picked her head up off of his shoulder to get in on the argument.

“Luna’s already half asleep,” Alex said, looking down at Luna as she struggled to stay awake. “And Helena doesn't mind it, she thinks it funny.” 

“Luna cries whenever you put it on and there's plenty of research to back up my opinion against letting our toddler daughters watch a graphic drama. Can't we just watch the new episode of….”

“No,” Alex said, cutting her off. “I am not watching another one of your period dramas.”

“They're nice Alex,” Jo insisted as she smiled over at him. “This new one's got sword fights, you love sword fights!”

They continued to argue over TV shows and flip through the shows until Helena saw something she liked and pointed at the screen. “Bluey!”

“Did she just say Bluey?” Alex asked in astonishment as he looked over at Jo.

“I think so,” Jo said, smiling over at Helena. “Baby did you say Bluey.”

“Here I’ll flip back to it,” Alex said after Helena remained silent.

When he went back to the show Helena pointed at the screen and again said, “Bluey!”

“That’s right Helena, Bluey,” Jo praised her new word with a smile.

“Good job Princess,” Alex said, kissing her cheek.

They all settled in to watch the show and Luna fell asleep. Jo looked over at Alex, who laughed at the show, but frowned as she watched Helena fixate on the screen. 

“Alex, do you think it’s bad that one of her new words is the name of a TV show,” Jo asked as she bit her lip and reached out to rub Helena’s leg.

“She’s not an iPad kid, Jo,” Alex reassured her smirk. “She doesn’t watch a whole lot of TV, she probably just recognizes it from some of the Buley toys she has.”

“Yeah, you're right,” Jo said, letting her worries disappear for the moment as they went back to watching the show and enjoying their evening.

#alex karev #jo wilson #jolex #grey's anatomy #otp: home and heart #grey's anatomy fanfic #jo karev #luna wilson #my work #my writing #my fanfiction

[dontfeeltoohot]

Eddie's Birthday Weekend: Friday, October 28th YTAU Warnings: Steve snarking at Eddie near the end, oops. This chapter is short, but I hope you enjoy! You can read my detailed info about this entire fic HERE.

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The sound of an alarm going off makes Eddie groan. Dimly aware it’s not his but his boyfriends, the artist hunkers back down under his nest of blankets, listening as Steve’s weight disappears from the left side of the man’s bed. 5:00am is far too early for anyone, but the coffee shop owner takes it like a champ, something Eddie admires about him. He himself doesn’t mind mornings, but there’s always some defining line of absolutely not, and anything before 6:00am is where that line appears. 

Listening to Steve shuffle around quietly, Eddie can picture the man, his ever-flawless hair a little sleep-ruffled, his eyes puffy from sleep. There’s a pause in movement and he knows the younger man is rubbing his face and stretching, probably trying to decide what shirt he wants to wear or if he has time to shower. A minute later he hears the shower turn on. Bingo. In the past month, he feels as though he’s become pretty well versed in Steve-isms, can picture perfectly in his mind the way his nose wrinkles up when he’s yawning, or the way his hand will find his hip when Max or Dustin say something that makes the man annoyed. 

Outside of Steve’s room, he picks up on Robin moving around the apartment, a quiet string of cuss words falling out of her mouth as she bumps into something. Eddie’s grown to love waking up in their apartment, something he thought would take more time getting used to. He’d roomed with Chrissy for a while, and even Gareth at one point, and having roommates had been a test of the man’s patience. Now though, it’s comforting, hearing Robin and Steve go about their morning while he lays there half asleep. 

Time passes, though Eddie’s not sure how much exactly. One second he’s imagining his boyfriend showering, the next there’s a kiss being pressed on his forehead. Eyes opening, he looks up and dark brown eyes meet light. Steve’s smiling at him, wearing a dark red polo and dark wash jeans. 

“Hey sleepyhead. Just wanted to let you know Robs and I are heading out. I hope you have a good day at work, and don’t forget you have your lunch with your uncle.” 

Shit. Steve’s right. Per tradition, he and Wayne have breakfast or lunch together every year to celebrate his birthday. This year, due to schedule conflicts, they’ve decided on a few days before his actual birthday, but Eddie is still excited all the same. It’s easier, too, since he’s living back in the same town as the other man, and not three hours away. 

“Mm, thanks Stevie,” Eddie nods, rubbing his face and sitting up a little so he can catch his boyfriend’s lips in his own. 

“Lemme know how it goes babe! I’ll see you tonight.” 

Steve leaves and Eddie lets himself enjoy another two hours of sleep before his own alarm goes off, alerting him to start the day. Usually, he’ll start his day out with oatmeal and eggs, but because the long haired man is at his boyfriends, he starts it out with changing clothes, popping a Zyrtec from the bottle on Steve’s bathroom counter, and making his way back to his own place. Letting himself into his two bedroom apartment, Eddie pulls up an episode of Gourmet Makes on Youtube and lets it play as background noise while he works on the eggs, mind wandering to the idea of getting a pet. 

Obviously, dogs are a no go- the only kind he’d be able to get is a hypoallergenic one and goldendoodles aren’t really his style. He’s been debating on a cat, but Steve’s allergic. Logically, he knows that shouldn’t be a deciding factor, especially when the man himself says not to worry about it (and they both know Steve kind of wants him to just for indulging purposes), but Eddie can’t help but worry. The other options are a rat, or maybe a hedgehog, which both seem pretty cool and relatively easy. Maybe once his birthday weekend is over and things have calmed down he and Steve can go look at the cats at the shelter, just to get an idea of it all. 

Sitting down at his table with his food, the tattoo artist checks his levels on his pump, makes sure his bolus insulin is set correctly for meal time, then digs in, savoring the hot meal on such a chilly Autumn day. Sunlight is streaming into the apartment, making it look cozy, the balcony allowing for a perfect view of the yellow, red and orange trees in front of the apartment complex. When Eddie finishes; a bite of one and then the other repeated until gone just like every other day for twenty eight years, he rinses his dishes, sets them in the half full dishwasher, and makes his way to the shower. 

11:00am rolls around and Eddie finds himself sitting in a booth by the window at the local diner on Main Street, waiting for his Uncle to arrive. Not a minute later, Wayne Munson walks in, a blue and green flannel on, underneath his well-worn work jacket, a Chicago Cubs hat perched on his head. The twenty eight year old stands and hugs his uncle tight, not having seen him for over a week, then sits back down, handing him the laminated menu despite both of them knowing what they’re getting. 

“Missed you old man, anything new going on?” 

“It’s been less than two weeks, Eddie, Christ. What do you want me to tell you, I’m engaged?” 

Snorting, Eddie rolls his eyes and pushes his arm a little from across the table. 

“I’m just curious about your life, sue me,” he shoots back with a smile. 

The lunch goes like every other one before it- Wayne gets a burger, Eddie gets white bean chili, and they eat in comfortable silence. It reminds the younger man of every night in the trailer when his uncle wasn’t working, how they would share a meal on the couch while watching an old episode of The Andy Griffith Show or Everybody Loves Ray. When he was little, he’d beg for Home Improvement, always enjoying Tim’s antics. 

After the check comes- “I’m payin’ Eds, it’s your damn birthday meal, quit it,” - Wayne pulls out a card from the pocket inside his jacket, and hands it to the guitarist. Opening the envelope, Eddie takes the card out and starts reading, slow and careful. The message on the card is generic, but when he opens up the front, there’s a long note written in slanted, cursive writing. 

Eddie,

You know I’m not much of a sap, but getting to watch you grow up, getting to raise you, it’s been the biggest blessing of my life. I miss your mom every single day, and I hate that what happened, happened, but the outcome isn’t something I’d ever trade. You’re one year away from thirty now, and I can’t find the words to tell you how proud I am of you. I’ve seen you go through so much shit in the past twenty years, things no one should ever have to witness or go through, but I’ve been amazed every time at how you’ve been able to handle it. I’m sorry I wasn’t more involved before you came to me, and I’m sorry I didn’t step in with Trent. I’ll never forgive myself for either. 

Anyway, I know you’ve been saying you need to get a new van. Lucinda ain’t running like she used to, and after seeing that death trap in action helping you move, I decided if I don’t do something about it, god knows when you will. When you’re available next, we’ll head down to Indy and find you something good, so long as it’s reliable. 

Love you kid, 

Wayne 

Blinking rapidly, Eddie looks up at his Uncle and swallows, eyes glassy. Clearing his throat, he gives a wobbly smile, receiving one back, then laughs a little. 

“Thanks Uncle Wayne…it..you don’t gotta do that, ya know?” 

“Oh trust me, I know. But you’re just as stubborn as your mother, and if something were to happen to you in that van, I’d never forgive myself.” 

Knowing there’s no point in arguing, Eddie simply nods, then straightens up a little. 

“I should be free next Friday, if you are.” 

“Wouldn’t miss it.” 

They say their goodbyes, share another hug, and then Eddie’s off to work, smiling to himself as he walks across the street then down a few stores to where Green Light Tattoo Parlor is nestled. Making his way in, arms crossed over his leather jacket to hold in heat, he nods at Carson and Louie as they wave, deep in conversation about some band that’s touring. It makes Eddie think of his own band, and how on the 6th of November they have a gig up in Indianapolis. Steve and Robin are coming too, both excited to see him play, and it makes him nervous but excited, knowing they’ll be cheering him on. 

The day is taken up by one client who’s getting the outlining of a full sleeve done. It takes seven hours, but the guy is able to sit through it well, and they only stop a few times, once for food, a couple of times for bathroom breaks and for Eddie to check his pump and blood glucose levels. By the time he’s finished, he’s got a solid amount done, a solid amount of money in his pocket, and he’s ready to go find his boyfriend and relax. 

Hoping he can convince Steve and Robin to watch Dracula, the artist packs his bag up, then says goodnight to Annaleigh, the only other one in the shop, who’s finishing up piercing a girl's septum. Robin opens the door when he knocks, despite having a key. He feels weird just barging in when the two friends are home, and uses it mostly to lock up when he’s alone in the mornings. 

“Just in time,” she smiles, which makes Eddie’s head cock to the side, reminiscent of a puppy. 

“Huh?” 

“Steve’s about to have a breakdown because he can’t find…something,” the freckle faced woman laughs, eyes rolling fondly. “You’ve not experienced a Steve freak out have you?” 

“Not that I can reca-” 

“It’s not here Robin! I told you! I knew it!” 

Both of them wince from the intensity and bitchiness in Steve’s sudden words. Eddie is almost amused, especially when Robin grumbles about how Steve does this all the time. He’s always known his boyfriend can be a bit of a worrier, but the bitchiness is new, and frankly, Eddie’s living for it. Following Robin into Steve’s room, he sees drawers in his desk and dresser are opened, and there’s stuff all over the man’s bed. 

“Uhhh…did a tornado go through here?” 

Steve, whose back is to the door, whips around, eyes wide, almost manic. His brow furrows and he puts a hand on his hip. 

“What’re you doing here?” 

His boyfriend’s tone isn’t rude persay, but it’s definitely surprised, which confuses the tattoo artist. 

“Uhh, you invited me over tonight right? Or…I mean, I can leave,” he jokes, turning dramatically to leave.

When Steve doesn’t say anything, doesn’t try to stop him, Eddie freezes, then looks back. Robin looks like she wants to be anywhere but here. Frowning, the guitarist turns back around and stares at the younger man. 

“Steve, seriously, I can go if you need me to.” 

“It’s not…it’s not that I don’t want you here. But I’m trying to find something, and I’m already stressed, and…” he trails off. 

Wait. Does Eddie stress him out? He said ‘already stressed’ as if his own presence causes his boyfriend stress regularly. Trying to ignore the sting, trying to tell himself Steve’s just worked up, the musician nods, biting his lip. 

“It’s all good man, seriously. Everyone needs their space every once in a while. I’ll see you tomorrow, ok?” He walks closer to kiss Steve goodbye but at the last second merely presses a kiss to the younger man’s cheek. Leaving, he walks down the hall, Robin following.

“Edd-“ 

“It’s fine Robin, I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” He offers a tight smile and closes the door gently behind him, blowing out a breath. 

What the fuck? 

Making his way home, Eddie tries to think through all logical explanations, attempting not to read too much into anything. Of course the honeymoon phase can’t last forever, but damn if it doesn’t suck when it ends. He knows Steve’s probably just had a rough day and this just happens to be the tipping point, but it still stings. He ends up asleep on his couch, watching Dracula alone. It’s not a great night, but it could be worse. Before he falls asleep, he manages to send a text message. 

Night Stevie. Hope whatever was missing you found, and your night got better! ❤️ See you tomorrow. 

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“What the hell Steve?!” Robin’s voice is loud when she steps back into the bedroom, and the man feels about two inches tall. 

Steve knows he’s royally fucked up, knows he needs to apologize to Eddie and explain. Right now isn’t the time though, not with how frazzled he is. Work had been busy which already left him jittery, and then he’d wanted to wrap his boyfriend's present, only to forget its hiding spot. Way to go Harrington. Rubbing his face, he looks at Robin, who’s staring a hole into him, making him feel shittier by the second. 

“I…I didn’t mean for it to happen like that.” 

The woman scoffs and rolls her eyes in a way that reminds him of Nancy, when he was being unreasonable back years and years ago. Even now, Nancy Wheeler is a sore spot, even though they’ve talked everything through and are friends. It was his first true girlfriend, and he’d really loved her. The night of the Halloween party will always be one of his lowest as far as he’s concerned. 

“Well, it did, and now Eddie’s upset, and I would be too. It’s just a present Steve. You need to fix this.” Robin’s tone leaves no room for arguing. 

“I’m going to! Tonight I need to cool off, okay? It’ll all be fine. I just…really need to find the damn present, and sleep. Today has been a shit show.” 

His face must convey how he feels, wired and upset, because Robin walks over and puts a hand on his shoulder. The touch is grounding, and thank god for his best friend, because without her he’d be spiraling even more right now. 

“We’ll find the present, Dingus. Just take a few breaths and try to remember where your past self would put it, and why it would be there and not one of the first places you looked.”

Ten minutes later, Steve finds the box that’s holding the nice guitar pick necklace, ‘Type 1’ inscribed on the back, along with the new soft sweater and special edition Midsommar DVD he’d snagged a couple of weeks prior. 

It hits him now, really settles in, that he’s been a dick to Eddie, and he hopes he can fix it.

#my fic #ytau #em #sh #st #rb

[commaclear]

Piggybacking on vab!Wilbur being treated basically like shit as a kid

Imagine as a kid not having birthdays because his guardian never cared for him. When it was his birthday he would watch birthday party episodes of his favorite shows on the tv

He’d pretend that he had a party like that with a parent that would hug him right as all his friends sung happy birthday

But that only furthered his notion that he wasn’t someone deserving of actual care

On his 21st birthday he bought himself a little cupcake and surrounded himself with bottles of vodka, singing himself happy birthday in tears

He hated his birthday

And years down the road he wakes up in sheets that are shared and sees his boyfriend getting ready for work

“Goodmorning wil” quackity softly kisses his forehead

“Mmornin “ Wilbur murmured in his sheets

He opened his phone to see the date and sighed

“ I’ll be a little early from work again, maybe we can watch a movie tonight?”

Wilbur have a muffled answer and listened to quackitys laugh and he kissed him again before saying goodbye

—

Wilbur looked at his phone, he didn’t care about his birthday it was just another day like all 365

Sure it would be nice for his boyfriend to at least mention it

But Wilbur shouldn’t expect so much when quackitys given the world to him

He sighed at his desk feeling a familiar itch that he couldn’t satisfy

—

Wilbur laid further on quackity, feeling himself falling asleep and remnants of quackitys cologne wafting him to sleep more

“I’m gonna grab a cup of water, don’t fall asleep k?”

Wilbur nodded his head and laid onto the couch. It felt like quackity was gone forever but that was probably because he was tired he told himself

“Wil?”

Wilbur opened his eyes to a chocolate cake surrounded by lit candles.

“Happy birthday Wilbur” quackity set the cake on the table in front of them. Wilbur looked at the cake and paused. He turned his head as quackity began to sing a familiar tune. Wilbur felt tears run down his face one by one before quackity pulled him into a hug

“Wil what’s wrong?” Quackity said, unaware of all the pain that opens up with such a innocent question

Wilbur sobbed into quackitys shoulder, whispering ‘I love you’ over and over interrupted by hiccups every time

And for the first time ever, Wilbur blew out his candles with someone he loves

I am physically pained by how much I want to talk about this, but I cannot discuss Wilbur's childhood until after I post chapter 15 bc I know myself and I WILL leak something important

So just know that I very much enjoyed this ask and I'm sitting here doing flappy hands bc of how much I want to info dump over it

#anons my beloved #violets are blue

[breakersmansh]

26 Ògmhios 2566 EB/ June 26, 2023

Hey dude! Weather in Chicago is 72.

Feeling tired, so not sure how long this post will be. I watched The Girl From Plainville again yesterday. Peter Breggin who appears in episode 7 is someone I’m familiar with from Mad Studies. Have thoughts about writing a Mad in America article about his role in this TV show. Episode 8 was also interesting and reminded me of your mom’s death—which I still am learning about. I noticed that no one here or almost no one here speaks in a New England accent. The show makes me so relaxed that I fall asleep. That’s both good and bad. It’s nice to watch on lazy Sundays.

Talking to my friend from TikTok who moonlights on OnlyFans. He wants me to let him sit on my face and I recite his favorite poem into his ass. This is all free and purely as friends, ha. I’ve told him I can’t really engage much, as it’s been like, 5 hours since my last gift to you? Lol. But he’s my friend and he’s having a bad day so I’m like I’ll cheer you up a bit. It would be interesting if you end up doing OnlyFans when you’re a little more free. We’ve talked about that a tiny bit, a long time ago.

I had Qdoba for dinner. Bought an 18 pack of Monster Saturday and she’s all gone, already, tonight. Tired, so may go to bed now.

I’m leaning toward trying to go to law school after all based on a convo I had about solidarity at the parish yesterday, but I’m still pretty serious about solidarity about critiquing WASPiness. I got kicked out of the Preppy Handbook Facebook group today and that’s your influence in a good way. I can rejoin later if I want to.

I love you a lot and hope you enjoyed your presents today. Good luck with your goals. Prayed to St. Patrick a lot for you today as usual

[ekingstonart]

I hear Lena Luthor will be coming into her own power soon

#she’ll also be ****** ********** #blah blah embracing her magic #let’s see her continuing to be her awesome self & embracing her hero instead #enjoy tonight’s episode all! i’ll be asleep #supercorp fan art #lena luthor #katie mcgrath #kara danvers #supergirl #art by ekingston #1k

[aristrocrat]

Chapter 10

S1 Episode 9

SUMMARY: The pack tries to figure out how to steal Allison’s necklace while also dealing with Jackson’s threats.

TW: if divorce/the arguing between parents is at all triggering to you, please stop reading as soon as Stiles drops y/n off at home.

WORD COUNT: close to 5000 i think?

A/N: This is probably my best work yet. I have finally decided to start proofreading and revising my work instead of just posting my rough drafts being as there are now quite a few of you following along in my series. I swear I’ll stop being so lazy from here on out. I’M REALLY PROUD OF THIS PLEASE ENJOY AHHH

He felt his chest erupt in butterflies at the sight of you nuzzling deeper into his chest as you slept. He always dreamt of what it would be like to date you. He knew the kisses would be sweet and the moments playful. He never imagined though how his heart would burst at the sight of you falling asleep on his chest. 

You twitched as you fell into your deep slumber, groaning softly and out of the blue as your dreams presented you with forgettable images and scenes. His mind never envisioned the way your limbs would tangle so naturally with his as you sprawled out on his couch. It was the small moments he loved; making you laugh until you cried, seeing the way your eyes lit up when he kissed your forehead, watching as you subconsciously cuddled into him as you slept peacefully.

“Hey, Y/N,” He whispered, his heart breaking at the idea of him waking you up from such a tranquil state. You groaned and stirred a bit, making him chuckle softly. “Baby, you gotta wake up. You said your dad was expecting you at 8:00.”

“Nooo, you’re too comfy to wake up,” You mumbled, burying your face into his warm chest and tucking your hand into his hoodie pocket.

“You’re making it really hard to follow your orders,” He chuckled, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your forehead. “If I had it my way, we’d just stay like this forever..”

You smiled at the way he spoke to you. It was new, along with most of his recent mannerisms and actions. Ever since the relationship became official, he exposed a side of himself that he has never felt capable of presenting to anyone other than you. He was still sarcastic and goofy at times, but this was an entirely different Stiles. He was effortlessly vulnerable and affectionate towards you. He spoke of fond memories that he shared with his late mother; how she tucked him in until she no longer recognized him or about how your mannerisms and sense of humor mirrored hers. No matter what the tone of a conversation was, his gaze glimmered with adoration for you. It was an effortless transition, melting into your roles of boyfriend and girlfriend. It felt familiar to be his. He felt like home.

“What time is it?” You yawned, finally perking your head up to look at him. He was already looking down at you.

“7:35. I hesitated to wake you up,” He smiled, making you let out a single breathy chuckle. “We should probably get going, huh? You have to get ready to go to that dinner.”

“I don’t know why they’re making it out to be such a formal event,” You shook your head, looking down at the Beatles logo on his grey hoodie. “The last time they acted like this was when they told me my dad got that international job out of LA. I can only imagine what type of news they’re going to drop on me tonight.”

“Do you want me to come with you?” He frowned at the way you anxiously played with his hoodie strings.

“No, no, Scott did ask you to hang out tonight. I don’t want to blow him off when he’s still this heartbroken over Allison,” You sighed, looking up. He threw his head back and groaned.

“As if he hasn’t blown us off for Allison,” He grumbled. “I’d so much rather go with you anyway. He’s got some stupid plan he wants help with.”

“As much as I would love to bring you with me, I still feel like you should play along with his stupid plan,” You giggled, finally sitting up to stretch your stiff body. “You wanna sneak into my room tonight and spend the night again? We can finish that game of chess.”

“Yeah, I’ll call you after we’re done,” He nodded, leaning down to pull on his shoes. You watched as his hoodie stretched out, showing off the subtle muscular definition of his back. You smiled and mindlessly reached forward to rub your hand up and down his spine as he slipped on his sneakers. “I have to warn you, though. It is a beyond stupid idea. So, we might not be done before midnight. I mean, you know, if we don’t get arrested.”

“Are you fucking joking?” You laughed as he jumped off the couch with his lips turned into a smirk. “Do I wanna know?”

“Oh, definitely not,” He said nonchalantly, making you laugh again before you stood up to slip your own shoes on. “If all goes well, I’ll sneak in.. Wait, is your mom working the late-night shift?”

“Yeah, she’s going in at 10:00. I’ll let you know when the coast is clear,” You smiled. He was deeply afraid of your mother. But then again, who wasn’t?

“You got everything?” He asked, reaching towards his front door.

“Unfortunately,” You mumbled, not quite ready to leave. He let out a single breathy chuckle, holding the door open for you and watching you make your way to his Jeep.

The ride home went by quickly, soft conversations and music occupying the otherwise silent night. He reached down and grabbed your hand, intertwining his fingers in yours with an effortless swoop, resting them on your thigh. He dropped you off in front of your house after kissing you softly, bidding you a pouty farewell. You walked up to your front door, watching him pull into Scott’s driveway and awaiting that night’s stupid adventure. You walked in and were greeted by your father.

“Hey, kiddo,” He smiled, lacking his usual energy. He walked up to you, kissing your forehead before heading upstairs without bombarding you with his usual questions. That was odd. No matter how tired he was, he always greeted you with the utmost enthusiasm. You hesitated to call after him as you watched him defeatedly climb the stairs.

“You okay?” You twisted the ring on your finger anxiously. He paused as he reached the final step before looking back at you.

“Long night,” He smiled sadly. “Your mom was called in early. Raincheck on tonight’s dinner?”

“Yeah, okay,” You nodded slowly as he turned around and walked into his room. You furrowed your brows at the unusual conduct, your mind flooding with anxious thoughts that have been haunting you for the past few days. Something was going on with them and you weren’t quite sure if you wanted to know. You decided to brush it off and walk back out to Stiles’ jeep to check if he was still there. You smiled when you saw his silhouette typing away on his phone. You knocked on the passenger’s window, seeing him lean over and crank it down.

“What are you doing? Aren’t you supposed to be getting ready?” He smiled at you, leaning back to his original position.

“I think my parents got into a fight or something. But dinner’s canceled and I was wondering if I could come with you tonight,” You answered, leaning up against the now open window.

“You sure you wanna come? Derek is going to try and find out who the alpha is. So, we have to drive his car around to distract the hunters and the police so that he can have a better shot at not being caught,” He admitted, making your jaw drop. “Yeah, I told you it was stupid. Still want in?”

“Is that even a question?” You laughed, opening his door and hopping in the back, watching Scott make his way to the Jeep. He looked at you in annoyance for a moment before speaking up.

“We are not taking her.”

“But I’ll be good, Mom!” You shouted sarcastically, making Stiles chuckle.

“Come on, dude! She’s the brains in this operation!” He defended.

“I know that. But it’s too dangerous. Go home, Y/N.”

“More dangerous than the other night at the school?” You asked. Scott stood in silence before sighing.

“Fine, you can come. But if we get caught, I don't want to hear you complain about a lost full ride to Yale or whatever,” He grumbled, hopping in the passenger’s seat.

“I can live with that,” You smiled, leaning back.

———

“You want me to steal Allison’s necklace?!” You shouted, earning a shush from both boys. “You made me drive the get-away car last night! I don’t wanna do this too!”

“We aren’t trying to get you to steal it. Just like ask to borrow it or something,” Scott said.

“Come on! You’re our only hope!” Stiles pouted. “You were a rockstar last night. I didn’t even know you could drive like that! What's stealing a necklace?”

“Yeah, she won’t even look at me. Please, Y/N, I can’t be the one to do it,” Scott pleaded.

“Why not? This could be your chance to get close to her again,” You turned back around, grabbing your books from your locker. “And even if I wanted to, I don’t even know if I could help you. Jackson keeps stealing her away from me.”

“How about, and hear me out on this one, you both try?” Stiles waved his arms. You and Scott looked at each other and sighed.

“Fine.”

“Nice! Let’s meet at lunch and discuss the progress you two make, yeah?”

“Yeah, okay,” You sighed again, closing your locker. “I’ll see you then. I gotta go. I told Lydia I’d meet up with her before class to talk about Jackson. Good luck.”

“You're the best! I owe you big time,” Scott smiled, holding out his fist for you to bump. You looked down at it and walked off. “Not cool!”

———

“So?” Stiles asked hopefully as you sat down.

“I finally got a moment with her but she was crying so I wasn’t able to sneak it into the conversation,” You muttered, setting your tray down across from him. “How about Scott?”

“Well, he was thrown off his game because apparently, Jackson knows,” He dropped his apple to lean in, trying not to speak too loudly.

“Like he knows we want the necklace?”

“No, he knows that Scott’s a werewolf,” He whispered, making your eyes widen.

“Is that sarcasm? Because I can’t tell with you sometimes."

“What? No, like he actually knows! And he’s threatening Scott by saying if he doesn’t make him a werewolf too, then he’s going to tell Allison- Hold on, why was she crying?”

“Because I know nothing about girls and they’re psychotic,” Scott huffed,  practically throwing his tray down next to Stiles.

“Girls aren’t psychotic. You’re just an idiot,” You rolled your eyes, taking a bite of your lunch.

“I thought those pictures would be a sweet gesture!” He cried, earning odd looks from the table behind you.

“You thought sending her old pictures of you guys kissing would make her want you back?” You deadpanned.

“Yikes, I was going to try to stick up for you, buddy, but that’s bad,” Stiles mumbled. “Luckily, I came up with a Plan B just in case anything like this happened.”

“Let me guess, you want us to steal it?” You looked up in disappointment.

“Don’t look at me like that,” He pointed his fork at you. “Do you have a better plan?”

“Uh, yeah. How about we talk to Harris?”

“My dad put him on a twenty-four-hour protective detail, okay? The necklace is all we got,” He said exasperatedly.

“Okay, I see where you’re coming from now,” You nodded.

“Thank you!”

“Guys.. he’s watching us,” Scott muttered. You looked behind you and saw that Jackson was smirking, not bothering to be discrete.

“That’s not creepy..” You mumbled before Scott began acting odd. “What’s wrong?”

“He’s talking to me,” Scott replied. “He knows I can hear him. Stop looking at him. Just talk to me. Act normal. Pretend that nothing's happening.”

You looked over at your boyfriend with shock, not knowing what to say.

“Say something,” Scott looked up at Stiles impatiently. “Talk to me!”

“Okay, okay. Um... I can only think of bad things to talk about! What is wrong with me?” Your face fell into your hands. Scott looked over at Stiles.

“I can’t think of anything— my mind’s a complete blank!”

“Your mind’s blank? You can’t think of something to say?”

“Not under this kind of pressure!” He widened his eyes and shook his head, looking back at Jackson's table. “FYI, he’s not even sitting with them anymore.”

“Where the hell is he?” Scott looked around. You began to turn before he stopped you. “No, don’t look, it’ll make it obvious.”

You looked at him anxiously, hearing as he muttered angrily.

“Hey, it’s okay,” You placed your hand on his hand, trying to snap him out of the trance. “Want me to talk about something?”

“Anything, please!”

“I think my parents are going to get divorced,” You said quickly. His face dropped.

“What?” Scott’s full attention was now on you, watching with worry.

“Yeah, they’re acting really weird,” You nodded, feeling incredibly vulnerable with your candid statement. “My mom keeps avoiding him by taking every available shift when he’s in town and my dad’s acting like a kicked puppy. It’s been happening for a while now. He’s even been leaving earlier than usual for his business trips.”

“Are you being serious or did you just wanna get my attention?” He asked, scanning your face and hoping it was a joke. “Because he’s not even talking to me anymore.”

“No, no, I’m being serious,” You sighed.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” He furrowed his brows with concern.

“I figured you had a lot going on already, I didn’t wanna burden you with this,” You shrugged, taking another bite.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Stiles finally spoke up, sounding a little hurt.

“Well, I wasn’t sure until last night. That’s why I tagged along,” You replied, trying not to show any type of negative emotion. “Can we change the subject since he’s not talking to you anymore?”

“Uh, yeah..” Scott nodded, staying silent for a few seconds. “Okay, I totally get the whole mind’s a blank thing now.”

“See??” Stiles exclaimed, making you both laugh. “Okay, I think we should try and make a plan to steal the stupid necklace before Jackson comes back.”

———

“Are you sure you don’t want to come back to my place?” Stiles asked as he parked the Jeep in your driveway. You sighed.

“Yeah, I think I should talk to them and see what’s going on,” You nodded, keeping your gaze averted on your parents’ vehicles parked in front of you.

“You wanna talk about it?” Stiles’ voice was soft, trying not to provoke the impending breakdown that loomed above you.

“Not exactly,” You muttered, mindlessly rubbing at your cheek, an anxious tick he knew all too well.

“I wish I could say something to make you feel better, but..”

“Your mind’s a blank?” You smiled, finally looking over at him. He chuckled and nodded. “Mine would be too honestly. When Scott’s parents got divorced, I literally pat his back and said ‘there, there’.”

“I remember that!” He threw his head back in laughter. “We all sat there laughing for like five minutes. He literally had to use his inhaler because of the way you made him wheeze-laugh.”

“Oh my god, I almost forgot about that!” You giggled, remembering the bittersweet memory. You both spoke for a few minutes, the conversation flowed easily and was almost light enough to make you forget about the overhanging question: what the hell was going on with your parents?

They’ve had a healthy relationship for the entirety of your life. If they fought, the only remnants of their argument would linger into the next morning at most. They loved fiercely and taught you everything you knew about relationships; what to expect, how to show affection, how to wear your heart on your sleeve. In the past month and a half, everything in your life changed. Your social status, your love life, your friend group, the sudden exposure and fight with the supernatural; every aspect of your life has changed dramatically with the exception of your family. That is, until about a week ago.

Your father got home from a work trip and was greeted happily by your mother. They were hopelessly in love one night and aloof the next. The next day, suddenly your mother was distant and your father quiet; behaviors that were hardly portrayed by them.

After about half an hour of talking, you finally said your goodbyes before you began walking into your house. The door was unlocked, so you opened it to reveal a scene that had never been exhibited in your home. The muted TV and broken wine glass on the floor hinted at the weight of the argument. They hardly ever drank before 7 o’clock in an effort to set a good example for you. Your legs carried you slowly and hesitantly to explore the kitchen. The dishes were piled up in the sink from the night before and a damp rag was carelessly tossed on the floor, the wall still wet with a faint trail of its water.

“GET OUT!” You heard your mother scream suddenly behind a closed door. “You really expect me to bargain with you when you CHEATED on me with HER?!”

Your father’s soft pleads were but inaudible murmurs. They easily drowned out in your mother’s cries. Your body froze at the bottom of the stairs when you saw your father get pushed out of their shared bedroom. His hair was messy and there were bags under his eyes. He was so caught up in the moment that he didn't even think to look down.

“Take this and leave,” Her voice was raw from crying as she tossed out a heavy suitcase that barely missed your father's frame by a hair. “How could you do this to me? To us! Why did you make me believe you were still in love when-”

“I am still in love with you! Please, darling, don’t do this, let me explain!”

“You do not get to call me that. And what is there to explain? I SAW YOU!” She roared before the only sound the echoed down the hallways was her broken sobs. “I saw you.”

“Will you please just talk to me? You’ve been avoiding me since you found out and now you’re lashing out because-“

“BECAUSE I CAUGHT MY HUSBAND HAVING AN AFFAIR?! Excuse me for having a perfectly justified response,” She walked past him, freezing when she saw you standing wide-eyed at the bottom of the staircase. Her angry face, red and puffy from the crying, fell into one of guilt. “Y/N, honey..”

“Y/N?” He turned to confirm his heartbreaking suspicions; his daughter was home and listening to the argument.

“You’re having an affair?” You shook your head, eyes burning as they held back the wave of hot tears. His shoulders dropped at the sight, not knowing what to say.

“With who?” Your voice shook with shock but the question came out as an authoritative statement.

“Natalie Martin,” Your mother spat, grabbing his suitcase and lugging it downstairs, your father behind her.

“Mrs. Martin?!” You shouted, stepping back as your father reached out for you. “So the night I found her here. Oh my god... You told me she was here looking for Lydia. Why would you- How could you..”

“Tell me how to make this better,” Your father sobbed, looking at you with desperation. He reached out to hold you. You stepped back, finally meeting his devastating gaze with your emotionless one.

“Leave,” You muttered, shaking your head. “Just leave.”

You ran upstairs despite your parents calling after you and slammed your door shut. You knew it was bad, but not this bad. You figured your mother lost interest or got tired of how often your dad was gone. You never imagined that he was sleeping with your friend’s mom, your fucking teacher.

The man who encouraged your relationship by talking about how much he loved your mother; the man who showed you what it was to trust in a man was the same one who broke up your family in his cloud of lust for a woman he dared to lie about. He cheated. He falsified a happy life, a happy marriage, a happy home effortlessly while he was secretly fucking the woman your mother has been cautious of since they began dating decades ago.

Your eyes grew blurry from the hot tears that threatened to break through your barrier, not wanting to cry over the loss of your favorite parent. Your breath was heavy and increasing in pace. Shaking, you took a seat on your bed, feeling the gravity of the situation yank at your stomach. You tuned out the sound of your front door opening and closing, followed by the revving of an all too familiar engine. Your mother fell silent but you dared not disturb her, not quite ready for the talk that followed the shit show that transpired only moments before.

You angrily wiped the tear that broke past your emotional dam. Everything you’ve known in your life was flipped upside down since the school year began. Your social status, your friend group, your relationship with Scott, Stiles, your knowledge of the supernatural- EVERYTHING was entering a new phase in your life. The one thing that felt lethargic was your home life, and you found comfort in that. Until this day. This was not only a new chapter in life, it was a new damn book, a shitty sequel no one asked for.

You curled into your pillow, the faint smell of your boyfriend’s cologne ever so gently lingered, bringing you a slight peace of mind. Regardless of how badly you wanted to run to his house and spill everything, you did not dare bother him while he was so close to figuring out who the alpha was. Not only that, but he had his hands full with harboring California's most wanted fugitive and figuring out a way to trace the text that was sent to Allison's phone. That was what finally brought you to tears; the need to see the boy who made everything feel better and the inability to do anything about it.

A knock on your window brought you out of your congested mind. You jumped before realizing that it was your best friend. You quickly wiped your tear-stained cheeks and sat up, begrudgingly opening the window.

“Did your mom tell you already?” You scoffed as he slid into your room. “That’s gotta be a world record."

“No, I heard the screaming,” He said softly. You nodded, sitting back down on your bed. “I stepped outside and saw your dad leave. I kinda freaked out when I heard your heart racing so I came over... I'd ask how you were holding up but I can literally smell your emotions. You wanna talk about it?”

“That’s actually the opposite of what I wanna do,” You muttered, eyes averted on the wall in front of you. He nodded, not taking his eyes off of you. He could feel your anguish. He couldn't tell if it was empathy or yet another trait of being a werewolf, being emotionally or physically bound to his pack. Either way, being as you were arguably the person he loved most, it was a gutwrenching sight. He was dying to lift the mood.

“Is it bad that part of me wants to pat your back and say there, there?” He shifted his weight, making you chuckle half-heartedly.

“I feel like that’s a perfectly good response to this situation,” You defended, smiling slightly as you finally made eye contact. He giggled and sat down next to you. “Did you feel this shitty when your parents split?”

“No,” He admitted without hesitation. “I felt relieved. They fought about everything and I was tired of sneaking into your bed every night so that I could get some sleep.”

“Right,” You nodded once, pursing your lips. “I almost forgot about that.”

“I’m sorry you have to go through this, dude,” He wrapped his arm around your shoulders in the same comforting way he has since you were children. You placed your head on his own shoulder. “It’s crazy. Just when it feels like everything in our lives has changed, the universe finds another way to prove us wrong.”

“It’s just one fuck-you after the other,” You agreed, making him chuckle again. “Hey, did you get the necklace?”

“Mhm,” He hummed. “But long story short; yeah, I got it.”

“Wanna go to your house and examine it before we go to the game?” You asked. He furrowed his brow and looked over at you.

“You still want to go to the game?”

“Yeah, it’s Bilinski’s first game on first line!” You laughed. “Plus I need to get the hell out of here.”

“Sounds like a plan. Are we leaving through the front door or out the window?” He grinned.

“I’m pretty sure my mom’s going to be the one to get the house so definitely the window from here on out.”

———

“Stiles hasn’t answered my text, you think he got the picture?” Scott asked you anxiously as he walked out of the locker room.

“He isn’t answering my texts either,” You huffed, looking up from your phone and walking out towards the field. The stands were bursting with an excited crowd. As you scanned over familiar faces in the crowd and bench alike, your eyes locked with Mr. Stilinski.

“That’s it. I’m gonna call him,” Scott mumbled, walking away from you.

“No, wait! Scott!” You pleaded, not wanting to be the one to invent some excuse as to why Stiles wasn’t at the game.

“Y/N!” Noah called with a smile.

“Damn it,” You muttered before waving back and mirroring his expression. You walked over to him. “Hey, Mr. Stilinski!”

“Do you know where the hell my son is?” He laughed.

“I was actually about to ask you the same question,” You furrowed your brows. “Scott’s trying to call him. I’ll come find you if we figure anything out.”

“Should I be worried?” He asked, not quite sure if you were telling the truth.

“No! No!” You laughed, earning an unamused expression. “Okay, yeah, probably. But honest to God I don’t know where he’s at.”

“Okay, I’m choosing to trust you on this one,” He shook his head, walking off.

“Come on, Stiles,” You mumbled looking at your phone. “Where are you?”

CHAPTER 11 ->

WOW WHO’DA THUNK MY WRITING COULD BE THIS GOOD IF I ACTUALLY PROOFREAD AND REVISED IT!! but anyways, poor y/n :( sorry i had to do you guys like that

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make-out sesh!

taehyun x reader genre: fluff & suggestive warning: hickeys & making out ofc and a bit of grinding

it was so addicting to make out with taehyun, his pretty pink lips always left you in a daze.

it was six months into being taehyuns girlfriend and it was also the first time y’all had ever made out. after it you two just kept on making out everywhere.

his pretty lips on yours and his hands on your waist made you feel butterfly’s in your stomach all over again.

this week was one of the most hectic weeks. exams were going on all week you weren’t able to see much of taehyun.

so once school ended on friday you both decided to chill in your house and watch whatever series came up on netflix.

you two both walk in to the nearest corner store to your house and get whatever snacks you both wanted payed and went on a walk back to your home.

“taehyun!” you giggled as he just got done telling you a bad joke as you walked into your house.

slipping your sneakers off your feet and slipping on your slippers, taehyun following too with some slippers he had already in your house.

“im back!” you yelled making your way through the house. “don’t be so loud.” taehyun hissed from behind you

“no ones home anyways.” you rolled your eyes. “that’s a shame i really like ms.(l/n).”

you turn around and glare at him while he he has a grin on his face. “fine..” you turn around and walk to your bedroom.

“im playing (y/n).” he ran over to you and you both walked into your room, him closing the door behind him. “sure whatever taehyun.”

he dropped his backpack to the ground and made his way to your bed that could almost fit both of you. “ever thought of upgrading into a new bed?” he said jumping in his seat.

“i told you i was getting a new bed next month already.” you said sitting down next to him.

“the remote is right there,” you pointed to your bed stand where many decorations and where the remote was.

taehyun got the remote and turned it on quickly going to netflix. you on the other hand got your knee socks out of your feet since they were killing you from always having them on.

“let’s get comfortable.” he said while making some space so you could lay down next to him. you crawled you way down next to him before laying.

“what do you want to watch?” he asks while roaming around different shows. “i don’t know.. let’s watch something funny.”

he scrolled around for a bit before deciding to watch another episode of the office.

the first three episodes the two of you wouldn’t stop laughing and giggling about how funny it was but soon you got really bored with the show.

you yawn resting on his shoulder. “is it me or is it getting boring?” you said almost in a sleepyish voice.

“noooo! we were getting to the best part!” he whined looking back at you with big puppy eyes pleading you to not fall asleep.

“i don’t care i’m gonna go to sleep.” you shut your eyes waiting for some sleepiness to hit. “cmon!” he groaned shaking your shoulder.

“stop! im trying to sleep.” you mumbled. “then dont!” you didn’t listen and continued to want to sleep.

“if i kiss you will you not sleep?” he whispered in your ear, knowing it would send you chills. your eyes opening back up to see a smirking taehyun in front of you.

“maybe..” you said trying to hide a smile forming on your lips. “uh huh.” you lifted your face from his shoulder, closed your eyes waiting for his lips to connect to yours.

“wait!” you opened your eyes and saw him getting up from the bed making you follow. “what? why’re you standing?” you asked.

“i want to try something.” he said, pulling on your arm and making you get against the wall. your cheeks immediately going red and heart racing.

“are you planning on having sex with-“ “no!” he assured you. “i just want to try yknow making out you while standing.” you hummed, “what made you want to try this?” his ears went red.

“yeonjun hyung told me girls like it when they’re against a wall.” you couldn’t help but laugh at him. “i don’t think he meant making out babe.” you giggled.

“oh.. then never mind.” he was about to walk to the bed when you pulled on his arm making him come closer to you.

“now you left me curious! let’s try it!” you whined. “okay.”

you closed your eyes once again and waited for him lips to connect to yours. and once they did he pushed you further into the wall. one of his hands went to your cheek while the other wrapped with one of your hands.

even if you couldn’t see you knew he was enjoying this. a sigh escape from your lips when one of his legs were in between your legs.

his lips going down to your jaw giving you light kisses till it made its way down your neck to your collarbone.

you moaned out once he started to suck on your collarbone. “it feels so..” you whined. “good?” you nodded frantically. moving your hips a bit on his knee causing friction to to your thighs.

“yes! oh my god..” you melted under him. his lips disconnected from your collar and looked back at you. your face was flushed and it looked like he actually took your breath away.

“let’s stop..” he said moving back to the bed where he was previously laying. “what?” you looked at him confused. “just like that?”

his face went blank as he stared back at your tv. “you won’t fall asleep now right?”

he smirked not even looking back at you.

“b-but you just left me a hickey- i thought you wanted to-“ you came back to your senses and groaned knowing he only did it so you want fall asleep in his favorite part of the show.

“oh okay..” you walked over to your bed and instead of laying next to him you got on top of him.

he froze and shot up, his back hitting the bed frame. “what are you doing?” you shrugged and had a small smile on your lips.

“just shh and enjoy.” he rolled his eyes before relaxing and closing his eyes knowing you’ll probably just want to kiss him again.

you pushed your lips towards him locking lips. his lips tasted like cherry chapstick, there was no way you couldn’t have want more.

you licked his lips before gently biting down on it. a gasp fell from him making you push your tongue inside of his mouth, exploring every bit of his mouth.

pushing your tounge away from his mouth a smirk fell to your face. “you enjoyed that right?” you teased seeing his eyes close and mouth open taking heavy breaths.

but before he could respond you latched your lips to his neck, giving him light kisses sending him chills.

“mmh.” you heard him moan. your lips trailing down to his collarbones where you immediately started to suck on.

your fingers twiddling with the buttons of his uniform plaid shirt having more access to his chest.

“don’t leave too much..” he mumbled. you hummed back continuing to mark him. his hands trailed down to your waist so he could hold onto you better.

your mouth did a popping sound once you were done with one. a big purple bruise on his collar.

moving onto his neck you tried to find his sweet spot and once you found it the grip on your waist tightened.

“fuck don’t stop that.” he groaned making you suck harder on his neck, making sure this specific hickey never faded for a while.

whimpers and gaps fell from his pink lips like if breathing was getting harder from him.

seeing yellow lights pull up to your driveway you knew your parents were home. detaching your lips from his neck you attached them back to his lips.

kissing him with passion as both of your lips moved together. his hands rand up and down your waist as you messingly played with his hair.

hearing footsteps come closer to your door you detached your lips and jumped to the other side like if you were just laying down.

“(y/n) come he- oh taehyun, you’re here?” your mom said after opening the door. “hello ms.(l/n).” taehyun said waving his hand.

your mom looked at the screen then back at you two. “i’ll leave you two alone.” with that the door closed.

almost like you were holding in your breath you sighed. looking at the screen you saw the netflix thing that would always appear.

‘are you still watching?’

looking at taehyun he was already staring at the screen. “do you think she thinks we were doing something else?”

he nodded his head. “most likely.” you groaned and rested your head on his shoulder.

“im going to get the talk for sure when you leave tonight.”

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[heythere-mel]

Drumroll, Please

Frankie Morales x f!reader

W/C: 3.6K

Warnings: language, slight sexual themes and thoughts, fluff because duh!

Summary: To kiss or not to kiss?

A/N: A New Year’s Eve fic a few days after the initial holiday? Yeah that’s me 🤷🏻‍♀️. Loosely based off the How I Met Your Mother episode of the same name with my own twist. 80’s film references cause they’re my jam. Small a/n at the end. Comments, likes, reblogs, anything welcomed. Enjoy!! 🎉

——-

“Who has their wedding on New Year’s Eve?”

Your coworker and friend Natalie that’s who. The one you promised that you would be there for after being called out for your past NYE “in bed by 10PM after a box of wine” routine. You had to admit it was a nice little shakeup. Actually celebrating with people, taking in all the merriment of the holiday. Although one problem was still looming over the upcoming festivities. The dreaded midnight kiss. Of course. A romantic setting accompanied by the prospect of a magical start to the new year. All those couples having someone to suck face with as you watch off in the distance trying not to gag on your over-priced martini (when in reality you were secretly envious of it all) the only thing close to a committed relationship you currently had was with your vibrator and bringing that as a date, let alone placing a quick midnight peck to it would probably be frowned upon. Eh, maybe next year. You give yourself a once over in the mirror. The shimmering of your little black dress accented just right with the pretty pearl necklace you were gifted only a week prior, you shrugged as if to suggest good enough and grabbed your coat and clutch, finally making your way to the upscale hotel.

——-

“Fish, quit messing with your tie. It’s fine.”

“I feel like it’s choking me.”

“I’m gonna choke you if you ruin my wedding. Actually, Natalie might handle the dirty work herself.”

“Who has their wedding on New Year’s Eve anyway?” still struggling to loosen the tie even a little.

“It was Nat’s idea, you know that. Look, you’re just standing for 30 minutes and then you can take it off. Who knows, you may even catch some pretty lady’s eye with how sharp you look!” giving Frankie’s cheek a light slap.

Frankie huffs. “Yeah right pendejo. They’re lining up as we speak. You’re lucky you’re like a little brother to me Ben. It’s the only reason I’m in this today.” bringing each other into a bear hug.

“Thanks Frank. But really, try to have fun tonight. It’s almost the new year! You never know what or who could be right around the corner…”

——-

Whoa! Nat’s bringing in the big bucks if she could afford this place! You take in the expansive decor of the hotel around you. There’s a marker with a beautiful set of flowers and hand painted sign reading Miller Wedding in dainty cursive distinguishing which way to the correct hall. But it was the room just to the left of the entry point that caught your eye first. A giant white grand piano stood in the middle of it just begging to be played. “Ohhhh I’ll be back for you soon,” you muttered to yourself. You enter and take your seat alongside one of your coworkers who was ‘glad you decided to come out’ just as the wedding march proceeded to start. One by one the groomsmen and bridesmaids made their way down the aisle. A particularly handsome man was last as he entered with a pretty blonde on his arm. She was definitely more thrilled about all the eyes on her, waving at certain people she knew. Him on the other hand looked like he was ready to be anywhere but here.

Whoa, he’s gorgeous. Why didn’t you say you had hot friends Nat?! Probably wishes he was at home free-balling it and asleep before the first dance. I feel ya dude.

As the nuptials proceeded, Frankie couldn’t help but people watch from the front of the ceremony. Chalk it up to his time in the service, when his eyes land on you. Wow, she’s gorgeous. You seem happy for whomever you’re here for (assuming it’s probably Natalie, Benny never mentioning you, as he would’ve definitely remembered if you had ever been around.) Your facial expressions read truly blissed out but with an underlying sense of being away in your thoughts when you rapid fire blink, eyes scanning the crowd to see if anyone was watching you.

Was she…asleep with her eyes open?

Frankie looked down covering up the snicker that threaten to erupt from his chest with a small cough. You look out to hear his cough and looking down with what appears to be a little grin on his face.

Fuck, I hope he didn’t see that.

He saw that.

——-

The wedding was beautiful. A simple quick little ceremony but the love you could see between Natalie and her new husband Benny was something you hope to possibly attain one day. You’re pulled from your dreamy thoughts by your coworker slightly slurring at your side asking if you wanted to dance with him. The repulsive look on your face from him breathing heavily at you was all it took for him to back off. You turn just in time to see Benny dip Natalie and bring her back to his chest as she giggled in his ear, yet, you still had a feeling of being watched. You turn from the happy couple on the dance floor examining the room only to fall upon a pair of soft brown eyes going wide. The handsome groomsman from earlier. He was staring. And knew he had been caught. You sipped your drink and smiled. Quickly finishing up and politely excusing yourself from the table.

——-

Oh shit she saw me! Well, I should totally talk to her now, right?

Turning his back to you, he downs the rest of the sparkling cider he had with dinner as if the “alcoholic” beverage would give him some kind of liquid courage. He turns back only to notice you’re now nowhere to be found. Wow Frankie, you still got it. Rolling his eyes as he internally scolded himself. Also upset he doesn’t have his trusty cap to hide under. A gentle tap on his shoulder turns his demeanor completely around as he sees you standing before him.

“Hi, ummm, is this seat taken?”

“N-no, please, allow me.” scrambling to get up and pull the chair out for you.

“Oh, thank you. I see chivalry isn’t dead.”

“I still live in fear of my mom and her chancla if she saw that I wasn’t being a gentleman.”

You laugh at that.

He likes your laugh.

“Sorry to intrude like this. I don’t really know anyone else here. Well, the people Natalie invited from the office but they’re going on about work and if I had to hear another story about upcoming reports or being hit on by Brian in accounting again I was gonna lose my shit. Plus, you kinda seemed just as bored as I am. Well maybe not bored, but, you know what I mean.”

The two of you stare back out to the dance floor. The beginning of the Cha-Cha Slide now booming over the space of party goers.

“Is it wrong I’d rather be curled up on my couch with some pizza and old 80’s films right now?” leaning in to you as if it was some big secret.

“Same! This isn’t the most comfortable attire. These undies are practically splitting me in half and the heels are definitely gonna leave their mark come morning.”

Frankie loves how simple you seem to be as he smirks to himself. He’s definitely not thinking of what kind of panties you have on either. How could you possibly be here alone?

“Oh, sorry for staring earlier,” he blushes. “Although, I wish I could frame the look you had on your face when I’m assuming Brian over there asked you to dance. The pure disgust.”

“He’s a dick. Plus it’s all wedding goggles.”

“Wedding goggles? Intrigued. Go on.”

“These big romantic moments are great when they happen but it’s not real. Hence, the term, wedding goggles. Which is why I don’t really hook up at things like this either.”

“Less intrigued.”

He’s funny.

“I mean, I could totally get some if I wanted. You could too! But here’s the thing. You get caught up in the romanticism of everything. It is a wedding after all. Two people have a good time, possibly sleep together, and wake up the next day barely remembering each other’s names let alone have any recollection of events prior. It’s that next day that seems to mess it all up. Adding a semi romantic holiday such as New Years to the mix and it spells disaster.”

“Could two people have fun at things like this without hooking up?

“Yeah, I suppose so.”

Frankie ponders for a brief moment. He takes in your profile as you watch the other guests. I wanna get to know her.

“You wanna get outta here then?”

“Did you not listen to anything I just said?”

“Not like that! Just, get outta HERE. This hotel is huge. There’s gotta be some cool shit around here to get into.”

“You don’t have anymore groomsman duties to attend to?”

“Nope! At least I don’t think so. Benny’s brother is the best man, he can deal with him.”

You look at him with sheer curiosity. You notice the prominent dimple on his right cheek is on full display. The first real smile you’ve seen from him all night.

“Okay. But two things! One, you have to create a diversion so no one sees us sneaking out.”

“Done!”

“And two, no real names.”

“Hmmm, interesting twist. Okay then! You can call me Maverick.”

“Oooh, Top Gun fan huh? I’ll be your Goose then.”

“Ready to ride off into the danger zone, Goose?” taking out his aviators he had stowed away in his suit pocket.

“Just create a distraction dork.”

Looking around the table, he sees an empty glass and brings his dinner fork to it, tapping lightly to get the rooms attention with a resounding “kiss!” meant to spur on the newly wedded couple. The room erupting into a continuous chant of, “kiss, kiss, kiss!” was perfect as all eyes were focused in at the center of the hall. Passing by the bride and groom’s table, you sneakily grab Natalie’s bouquet, Frankie on your heels with a bottle of champagne from the same area as you make your way into the main atrium.

“Did you take her bouquet?”

“Yeah…”

“Are you a klepto, Goose?” removing his glasses and shooting you a suspicious look.

“I could ask you the same with that booze in your hand Maverick!”

She has a point.

The two of you stand there with shit-eating grins on your faces.

“C’mon! There is one thing I wanna see.”

You grab his hand and swear a jolt of electricity runs through them as you run off. Frankie stiffens a bit and you wonder if he felt it too? Dismissing it and grasping a little tighter, you make your way to one of the side entrances and into the room with the grand piano in the center of it. You place the bouquet atop the frame and have a seat at the bench.

“I saw this on my way in and had to try it out.”

“You play?”

“I know a thing or two.”

Frankie takes a seat next to you as you begin to glide your fingers softly over the ivory keys. He has no clue what you’re playing but it’s building up to something. It sounds beautiful. Suddenly, it clicks. The smile on your face getting wider and wider.

“Wait is this?…”

You turn to Frankie nodding frantically as the notes get faster toward the left side of the keyboard and finally coming to their crescendo at the opening of ‘Still D.R.E.’

“Fuckin A Goose where did you learn that?!” Frankie practically beaming at you.

“Damn this sounds so much better than my little keyboard at home.”

Fuck, she is SO COOL.

“So where to next Mav? And don’t think too hard. Just the first thing that pops into your head!”

Frankie ponders for a brief moment. “I wonder if it’s still open, or if we need a key to get in but c’mon!”

It’s Frankie’s turn to take your hand in his. Your smaller palm against his feels like it’s always belonged there. Wedding goggles Goose…

Rushing from the room you take the elevator to the 3rd floor. Frankie buzzing with excitement as the lift reaches its destination. Stepping out, you see two guests are just leaving the room as Frankie catches the door to let you in. It’s the basketball court that connects to the rest of the fitness area for the hotel guests.

“May I interest you in a game of HORSE madam?”

“Ohhhh Mav you have no clue what you just got yourself into!”

You take the basketball from the rack and start dribbling around. Heading to a fairly easy spot to get the game going, Frankie following suit as you both make the shot with ease.

“Oh Gooooose, is that all you got?!”

You asked for it then smartass. Heading to the 3 point line, you fling the ball in the air, a little shaky on your form but it goes in.

“Pshhh, piece of cake!” He retrieves the ball, so sure he’s going to land the shot when it hits the backboard with a loud thud.

“H.”

“Mhmmm, beginners luck. Let’s see if you can make another one.”

Taking the ball again, you line up a little further left along the same line. Again, up in the air, nothing but net. Frankie can’t believe it.

“Wasn’t on the middle school B-team for nothing Mav!”

That comment makes Frankie crack up as he shoots his shot, completely missing the net altogether.

“O!”

“Are you calling me a HO Goose?!”

At this point your sides are hurting from laughing so much. The chemistry between the two of you flowing so naturally. You liked that. What you didn’t realize in that moment was Frankie felt the exact same way.

“Excuse me!” a snooty looking employee makes her way into the gym. “We’re getting complaints that the two of you are making excessive noise and need to vacate immediately.”

“Nice going Goose!”

“It’s not my fault you’re such a shit shot!”

“Yeah, yeah.” Frankie feigns a fake annoyance.

“Next stop?” handing you the bouquet.

“Next stop.”

——-

The two of you wander aimlessly around the hotel, riding the elevator to each floor like a couple of troublesome children. You even got him to stop on a particularly empty level so you could show him your as you put it “bitchin cartwheel form.”

“I thought you said those undies were splitting you in half? How the hell are you able to do cartwheels right now?”

“Honestly, I feel my body has just devoured them at this point. I would have you hold them for me but I don’t need you to go charging the wedding party a buck to see my underwear.”

“Damn, and here I thought I was gonna make some fast cash tonight to cover those soaring floppy disk prices.”

The night was going by in a flash when you found yourselves at the very top suite level and coming across the door labeled Rooftop Entrance.

“Shall we?” extending his arm out to you.

Taking it, you push the door open to reveal a beautifully lit area overlooking the entirety of the city. Making your way to a smaller ledge, you get a closer look. There’s a palpable spark in the air as people get ready to ring in the new year with hopes for a start as fresh as the light snow starting to blanket the ground.

“The city looks so peaceful from up here.”

“Anything is peaceful from one thousand, three hundred and fifty-three feet.”

You turn to Frankie. A mischievous twinkle in his eye as butterflies erupt in your stomach at him picking up that line so quickly.

“Ferris.”

“It’s my favorite.”

“You know, I usually hate gatherings like this but, tonight hasn’t been half bad.” running your fingers over the delicate pedals of the brides bouquet.

“Oh, agreed. But, I think it was the company that has made it worthwhile.” removing his suit jacket and throwing it over your shoulders to combat the brisk December air.

This is too good to be true. It just has to be. This doesn’t happen in real life. He starts to lean in and you pull back.

“We’re not going to kiss.” turning your attention back to the cityscape in front of you as you catch Frankie’s head falling between his shoulders out of your peripheral, accompanied by a humorous huff of defeat.

“It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just, well, what if you use too much tongue? Or not enough? Or we lean in and bump heads or something? This has been the most fun I’ve ever had with a complete stranger, a cute one at that, and I just-I feel the spell would be broken.”

She thinks I’m cute.

“I’ll use the right amount of tongue I promise!”

You bark out a laugh at that, lightly shoving his shoulder with your own.

“How about this. You know what’s even better sometimes than the actual kiss? The lead up to it. You know, the part right before the lips touch. It’s like a big drumroll. So, how about we just...”

“Yeah…”

Your eyes dart across each others faces. A silent question, possibly plea, beckoning through your gentle gazes. It’s pure instinct how fast you’ve leaned into each other. You’re so close to him now that his beautiful aquiline nose is brushing against yours. Shutting your eyes to take in the moment, you’re struck with the scent of light berry notes on his breath from the sparkling cider you were served earlier in the evening. Wondering to yourself how it would taste coming from his plush lips.

“HIT ME BABY ONE MORE TIME.”

Your eyes fly open as Frankie fights to silent his phone blaring from his front pocket. A string of muttered curses in Spanish follow as he answers a tipsy Benny on the other end.

“Fish! It’s almost midnight! Where the hell did you go?! Get your ass back over here so we can countdown! Might even get yourself a smooch, big boy!” followed by sloppy wet kissy noises and a slight hiccup.

“Fuck off Benjamin. I’ll be right there.”

Britney, nice. Sighing and even laughing to yourself, this was your cue from the universe that it obviously wasn’t happening tonight.

“We better get back. It is getting a little cold out. Plus, Nat is looking for me too.” holding up your phone displaying her recent influx of texts.

Hey where did you run off to?

Have you seen my bouquet?

OMG some bitch stole my bouquet!! 😭

I bet it was Alyssa in sales she was always jealous of me.

send heeellllllp

“Okay, yeah, let’s go.”

A silence falls between the both of you as you make your way down to the hall again. Frankie sees Benny trying to take hold of a tray of champagne, knowing best to go and assist him before he ends up crashing into something, as a visit to the hospital is not on his list of ways to ring in the new year.

“I better go help him.”

“Yeah, good idea. Oh, here’s your jacket back.” shrugging off the article of clothing.

“Keep it. In case you decide to head back out. Happy New Year Goose.”

“Happy New Year Maverick. And really, thank you for tonight.” With that you turn to go find Natalie. Frankie still watching your retreating form.

“For you, anytime.”

——-

“You found it!” Natalie rushes to your side as you wave the bouquet in front of your face.

“Yeah I did!” …totally not take it.

“Did a certain groomsman help you find it?”

“What?!”

“You’ve been gone for about an hour or so now, so has-“

“Wait! Please don’t say his name! I don’t wanna know it!”

“He didn’t tell you his name?!”

——-

“She didn’t tell you her name?!”

“No, Ben, and honestly, it’s been the best time I’ve had with someone in a while.”

“And, are you saying WE don’t have fun?” a slight serious look coming over Benny’s face but Frankie knew it was just the liquor talking.

“You know what I mean. Plus you were the one who said try to have fun tonight.”

“Yeah, I guess. Well you know, Nat and I saw you two run out together. Nice “distraction” kid. Look, we’re all about to go toast to the new year. You should kiss her.”

“No, we agreed we wouldn’t. Wedding goggles.”

“Wedding goggles?”

“I’ll explain later. And give me that tray before you drop it!”

——-

The entire group was finally gathered. The DJ was hyping everyone up as they got ready to countdown, a timer projected onto the wall ready starting at 10. Frankie was standing with the rest of the groomsmen, you slightly off to the side since you weren’t technically part of the initial wedding party.

“Alright everyone 20 seconds! ARE YOU READY?!”

Screams of excitement erupt over the crowd as you and Frankie just stare longingly at each other from your respective spots.

“HERE WE GO! 10, 9, 8…”

I should’ve kissed her…

“7, 6, 5…”

I should’ve let him kiss me…

“4, 3, 2…”

You close your eyes, not wanting to see the disappointment on his face.

“1! Happy New Year!”

You open your eyes to streamers and confetti falling all around you and one Maverick no longer standing with the wedding party but directly in front of you.

“Maverick.”

“Goose. It’s technically the next day. And yeah, I don’t remember your name because you know, you never gave it to me but, the events over the last couple hours will stay with me forever. I know you don’t get caught up with these things but, could we maybe have one last drumroll?”

You have no words, just a nod as you don’t wanna break away from his entrancing gaze.

He cups your face, noses touching and lips lightly ghosting his as you turn to lean in closer to his ear and whisper your name.

Your real name.

He repeats it back to you. The dimple making its appearance again as he introduces himself.

“Frankie.”

“Please, kiss me Frankie.”

And he does. Your hopeless romantic heart beating in overdrive as he holds you tight, cheers and whistles from Benny and Natalie echoing in the background as if you really were in your favorite cheesy 80′s flick. And he was right.

He does use the right amount of tongue.

-----

A/N: Fun fact. Ya girl really was on the middle school basketball B-team lmaooo. Happy New Year to you all my bbys and thanks for reading! 🤍

#frankie morales x f!reader #francisco morales #drumroll please #pedro pascal #mel writes!

[cornishkat]

Respect & Understanding - Pt5

Pairing: Gibbs x F!Reader

Warnings:  Explosions, Swearing, Mentions of PTSD, Angst, Military.

Summary: You had been brought into Gibbs team without anyone speaking to him first.  He was also not impressed with the gaps in your personal file, but after your first few cases with the team he is starting to understand and respect you.

Things had changed since that night, you hadn’t spoken about it but the way that you and Gibbs worked together had changed.  You became partners and worked so intuitively in the field, Tony kept joking it was like you could read each other’s minds.  All the benching you and treating you like a probie had gone, there was a mutual respect and understanding now.  You hadn’t been back to his home, there had been no more episodes of PTSD, and nothing had triggered you, so you had not taken him up on the offer that his door was always open even though you had wanted to.  You wanted to be back on the sofa with his arms around you, you wanted to be in his bed, falling asleep with him.  You knew your feelings were developing for him, but you also knew about rule 12 and even if there wasn’t a rule you knew that he didn’t see you in that way.  Also, you were enjoying working with him, honestly, he was probably the best partner you had ever worked with, and you didn’t want to do anything to ruin it.

“Tony would you please just leave it, there is no way in this world I will go on a double date with you.”

“I’ll write all of your reports for the next month, please, I need a wing man”

“Well take McGee with you and leave me out of this”

“I need your feminine wiles”

“Pretty sure I have none of those and I would rather spend my evening writing reports”

Gibbs walked through the bullpen, dropping a cup of coffee on your desk before sitting down at his.

“Thanks boss, what strings are attached to this coffee?”

“Now why would there be strings, just a coffee Kat and what is so bad that you would rather spend an evening writing reports?”

“A double date with Tony”

“When is this date meant to be happening?”

“Tomorrow night boss”

“Sorry Dinozzo but Kat is busy tomorrow night”

“I am?”

“Yep, I need you at my place after work”

“Ok, sorry Tony guess you will have to find another wingman”

You spent the rest of the day thinking about Gibbs and why he wanted you over at his place tomorrow night. You waited until everyone else had left the office and went and stood in front of his desk.

“Gibbs thanks for getting me out of that nightmare date with Tony, great idea saying I was coming over to yours”

“You are coming over to mine”

“What, I thought you just said that to get rid of Tony”

“I did but you are still coming to mine for something to eat”

“Ok”

Smiling to yourself you collected your things and headed home.  So, you were going to Gibbs house tomorrow for dinner, this was unexpected but it did make you smile for the rest of the evening.

As you entered the office the next morning you were surprised to see that Gibbs was not at his desk, he was usually always the first in.  You dropped a cup of coffee on his desk, smiling as you did and went to sit at your own desk.

“So, Kat ready for your date night with Gibbs tonight”

“Tony it is not a date night”

“Really I have never been asked over to his house”

“Probably good reason for that”

“Dinozzo, my office now”

Looking up you saw Director Vance on the stairs,

“Tony what have you done now?”

“Nothing, honest”

You went back to your computer as Tony worriedly headed up to Vance’s office.  After five minutes he was jogging back down the stairs.

“Ok Tony spill, what did Vance want”

“To tell me Gibbs has been sent on a last-minute op and I’m to deputise for him until he gets back”

“What, he’s already gone?”

“Yep, early hours of this morning, Vance hopes he will be back by the end of the week.  But looks like that is date night cancelled for you”

“Funny Tony real funny”

You did feel disappointed though, it surprised you how much you were looking forward to spending the evening with Gibbs.  The week dragged, no cases came in and by the time you got into work on Thursday morning Gibbs was still not back.  As you sat down at your desk you heard footsteps above you and saw Vance stood outside his office.

“Morning Agent Bond I need a word in my office”

“Morning Director, what can I do for you?”

“I need your help, well more specifically Gibbs needs your help”

“What I thought he was away on an op and due back today”

“He is and he was, but we have a problem”

“What do you need from me?”

“Just remember you can say no to this, but I think you are the only person I can ask this of”

“Is Gibbs in trouble?”

“Yes, the op went sideways, and we need to get him out of there”

“Where is he and when do I leave?”

“Look I need you to understand what I’m asking of you before we go any further?”

“Ok, but you know if Gibbs needs me, I’m not going to say no”

“I can give you an aircraft to get you in and extract you out, but you will be on the ground on your own”

“Sir you have read my file and that’s obviously why you’re coming to me, so you know that is not a problem”

“Ok, go get your kit and I’ll brief you in thirty minutes in MTAC and Kat you are not to discuss this with the rest of the team, do you understand?”

“Understood, I’ll tell them you’re sending me for training at Quantico, take it I need my kit for dry, sandy places?”

“How did you guess”

#gibbs x reader #leroy jethro gibbs x reader #ncis fanfiction