#freezing my butt off today friends

[fairykazu]

WARM SMILES & HOT COCOA FT. KAZUHA contents // meet-cute, reminiscing on memories, blooming est. relationship, strangers to friends to lovers, feminine reader masterlist

if there was any season, you'll ask kazuha which he'd liked the most, he would pick winter in an instant. although, if you asked him before dating him, he would say autumn. he would clarify first that he loves every season, but autumn is his favorite because of the weather being not too hot or too cold and how the leaves are crunchy.

you've asked since the season your boyfriend would always reply with was autumn. it was his go-to season. so when it was a sudden change you wanted to ask why and why did he say "you have changed my brain chemistry!"

who taught him this???

finding it strange, you thought otherwise but he insisted that you did. you snorted quietly as kazuha persistently asked you why you reacted that way. "it's because you've liked autumn for so long, i don't understand why you would change it all the sudden." kazuha wrinkled his nose a little out of confusion, sitting down on the brown couch as you draped a blanket over him.

he kept you closer to him, eventually, you were pulled into his lap as he replied, "not because of how much it snowed so you could build a snowman and catch the snowflakes on your tongue. nor the reason to ice skate or drink hot cocoa without looking crazy. it was the season when i met you."

you hid your small smile into kazuha's neck, he could feel the smile against his skin. "why are you hiding your face from me? my beautiful girlfriend?"

"stop being corny, kazuha."

"sweetheart, im not being 'corny', im being honest."

˚₊ ❄︎ (flashback)

today was a disaster not only it started to snow, your blind date, which hu tao went out of her way to set up, stood you up. now you're freezing your butt off in the snow that's at least two or more inches tall, thankfully, there was a bookstore next door. trudging in the snow, the windows displayed books littered around all over two white shelves on both sides. if you could, you would just admire and stare at the display choosing which book you'd read but it's not the time nor place for it.

the bell rang when a blonde guy opened the engraved oak door for you, you thanked him as he walked behind you. a gust of warm air hits your ruddy cheeks, you felt as if heaven came to you just to kiss you with warmth. you stood on the outskirts of the bookstore, shaking off the snow off of you. leaving the small cluster of snow in a corner, you walked through the bookshelves filled room. as the overhead lights set a warm setting, you went to the cafe that was placed in a corner of the bookstore. it was basically like a barnes & nobles.

although your spirits about your blind date shattered into pieces, this barista at the cafe somehow revived not only your pride but also your heart. "hello, miss, welcome to the cozy corner cafe, as you can see, we are placed in the corner of the store." he nervously laughed at his own joke. even though, it wasn't really funny, you laughed along too.

he visibly relaxed as he continued to speak, "what would you have today?"

"um, this is such a hard choice," you looked briefly at the menu, which was, written on the chalkboard. maybe a tad too tiny. should you go basic and say a hot chocolate? or something else to energize you like a coffee?

"miss, if you're having a bad time trying to choose then tell me what you like and i'll try to concoct a drink for you."

"i don't know about that." you replied, tapping your foot lightly out of sheer anxiety. "sure, you're cute but how would i know if you wouldn't throw a 'potion' in there." you have no idea what the hell you're saying, this guy is so cute and you feel like you're fumbling.

thankfully, he didn't make a comment on the potion joke, his ears turned a slight shade of red, "you can trust me. if you don't like it, you can order something else and i'd throw a cookie on the house."

letting out an exhale, you questioned, "on the house? really..." you squinted at the namecard plaque. "... kazuha?"

"yes, really."

"if you say so... i like my drinks a tad bit sweet but not kid in a candy store sweet, you know? just something warm."

"okay, one mystery drink for a cute girl coming right up."

˚₊ ❄︎ (end of flashback; present time)

even though some of the parts of your point of view of the story was true. that wasn't how kazuha had seen it.

you pulled away from his neck, "what do you mean it didn't happen that way?"

"because it didn't!" kazuha insisted.

˚₊ ❄︎ (flashback)

when kazuha was restocking the romance section of the bookstore, his friend, heizou, pulled him into the cafe's region. "kazuha, it's your shift."

kazuha wrinkled his nose in confusion as heizou grabbed kazuha's apron from the back. tossing the fabric to kazuha, in which, he caught.

"what? i didn't have a shift at the cafe today?" suddenly a light bulb was lit above him as heizou sheepishly hid his face. "...wow okay, pushing me to do your job, aren't you."

˚₊ ❄︎ (end of flashback; present time)

"okaay," you said, interrupting kazuha's storytime. "obviously, i wouldn't know this part of the story."

"i know but this is backstory and for context!"

"okay, okay, continue."

˚₊ ❄︎ (flashback cont)

heizou cried, kazuha thinks that he could even see tears starting to form, "im late to my blind date, dude!" the brunet nervously laughed. "it started at 2. it's freaking 3 right now."

kazuha snorted quietly, "so your date thinks you stood her up."

heizou placed his hands on his head, stressing out a little, "...yes and our mutual friend even planned it out. think of that one romance book but me and a pretty girl next to me."

kazuha rolled his eyes as he tied the apron's strings behind him, "why would a pretty girl be with you?"

the green eyed guy rolled his eyes, "ok, kazuha, but seriously, i gotta go. i didn't know restocking books would be so long." that was because he never memorized how to do it more efficiently.

"ok but like who would fill in my spot at the register?" the cafe is owned by their friend named kokomi and since it was winter season, she strategized to have her conventionally attractive employees not only to attract more customers being eye candy but also, she had a soft spot for meet cutes. "did you even tell kokomi you had a date today."

"umm thoma and no..."

"this is completely on you. but yes, ill fill in your spot as long as you can get thoma here." kazuha replied as heizou frantically gets his phone from his pocket, texting the assumingly blonde.

"done, he says hes on the way." kazuha nodded as heizou quickly grabbed his coat from the back, dashing out of the door. by the time the door's bell rang, thoma arrived and so did a new customer.

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as kazuha was prepping for another customer's drink, they asked for helpful yet oddly detailed drink. it was something with peppermint, vanilla pumps and something... something sweet flower extract? ok, maybe he forgot the order but if they like it regardless, it's a win. "the sweetest drink ever for..." he read out the name. "sucrose?"

a green haired girl walked up to him; a messenger bag filled to the brim with various books. one of the pockets of the bag had different bookmarks and little knickknackeries. she adjusted her glasses, taking the drink from kazuha's hand, "thank you, um, kazuha?"

"no problem, sucrose. please come again!"

then the most beautiful girl he ever laid his eyes on walked into the cafe, a little soaked from the snow from outside. just one look from her and his heart would be out of his chest. oh, wait, she did... oh GOD, kazuha's heart is gone, leaping out of his chest, simply dissipating as you bore into his eyes. oh god, he thought, i think her beauty gave me an instant lobotomy.

as his heart jumped back into his button up covered chest, as it tried to cause a resurrection to his brain, he opted for automatic mode, "pret-" he cleared his throat. oh my god, i almost blurted out "pretty girl". he winced at himself a little. "hello, miss, welcome to the cozy corner cafe, as you can see, we are placed in the corner of the store." maybe, reviving back his brain wasn't a good choice.

he nervously laughed at his own joke, oh my god, this is the worst. i am fumbling! he thought as he frantically needed to put his hands to work. grabbing a cup from the stack and waiting for you to say your order but thankfully, you laughed at his joke too.

"um, this is kind of hard?"

kazuha was trying his best to "ball" out his embarrassment but also wanting to talk to you more, "miss, if you're having a bad time trying to choose then tell me what you like and i'll try to concoct a drink for you."

noticing you fidget a little, he instantly knew he just fumbled right there. please don't leave, please don't leave

"i don't know about that." you replied, tapping your foot lightly out of sheer anxiety. "sure, you're cute but how would i know if you wouldn't throw a 'potion' in there."

oh my god, she called me cute. he hoped you couldn't tell that he's now raditating with pure joy, his ears flushed a little. as for your joke, he was assuming a "potion" would be like poison, kazuha tried to reassure you, "you can trust me. if you don't like it, you can order something else and i'd throw a cookie on the house."

letting out an exhale, you questioned, "on the house? really..." you squinted at the namecard plaque. "... kazuha?"

she knows my name!!

"yes, really."

"if you say so... i like my drinks a tad bit sweet but not kid in a candy store sweet, you know? just something warm."

"okay, one mystery drink for a cute girl coming right up." he turned around after saying that, praying you didn't cringe like he did when he realized he just said that. peeking to the other side, you didn't!!! you were just as flustered as he was.

he quietly whispered to himself, "A WIN!!"

˚₊ ❄︎ (end of flashback; present time)

after hearing kazuha's side of the story, you get why he change his favorite season from autumn to winter. you had heard that before you even want to change your favorite season from (fav season) to winter. just kidding, luckily, your initial fav season has been winter so beat that kazuha!

"wait, heizou had a blind date and supposedly stood them up?" you asked as kazuha squinted to the side, trying to remember.

"yes, he did."

"oh my god, remember when i said that my blind date stood me up?"

"well, sorry to admit it, but im glad." you chuckled as he tried to explain himself. "'cause if he didn't, i wouldn't have had the most wonderful, out of this world, running out of words to say to describe you because your beauty if indescribable girlfriend and don't you dare call me corny for speaking my truth!"

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[delcakoo]

winter wear ﾐ n.rk

PAIRING ! niki x f!reader

WC ! 1.2k

GENRE ! est relationship, fluff and banter

SUMMARY ! when the apartment turns into an igloo, you go in search of a certain someones clothes for warmth. he doesn’t seem to approve..

a/n: i’ve been wanting to start a writing blog for a while, so here we go~

  winter was nice, sure. soft, powdery snow falling gracefully all day, shining christmas lights adorning all types of buildings, and magnificent feasts with friends and family.

you could admit it was one of the best times of the year any other time. but right now, the season of winter was yours and niki’s worst enemy.

it was a swarming blizzard outside, the wind was howling loudly and you noticed that when you exhaled, you’d see a puff of icy mist leave your mouth. you both were excited to stay in your boyfriend’s shared dorm with his band members, which was normally quite warm and cosy, until it had suddenly become what felt like antarctica. out of any other day, today was the day the heater had decided to break. 

while the rest of the boys were out doing god knows what, you and niki thought it’d be the perfect time to have a little movie date with some popcorn and blankets.

instead, you both sat freezing your butts off as you huddled together for warmth. not only that, you’d been stupid enough to only wear a flimsy t-shirt and shorts, thinking you’d be feeling hot with niki cuddled into your side and all the blankets cacooning you. the movie you’d only gotten about fifteen minutes into was long forgotten as you suddenly lunged up from your spot wrapped in niki’s arms.

the boy reached out for you just as quick, cringing disapprovingly at the woosh of cold air that was summoned from your disappearance. “yah, where are you going? we’re supposed to be penguins remember? huddling for warmth?” 

“just wait here.” sparing a last glance at your boyfriend, you hold in a grin at his whiny expression, walking off into the hallway to find his bedroom.

you rushed to the surprisingly tidy black closet near his bed, trying to ignore the goosebumps blossoming along your limbs. it was absolutely freezing.

pulling open the silver handle, you were met with a large assortment of nice clothing. niki had amazing taste, which was good for you as well considering what you had planned. you pulled two hoodies off the rack, a soft, striped grey-ish blue one, and a simple brown one with strings.

as you stood there, holding them side by side debating, the bedroom door swung open once again.

apparently, this idiot doesn’t know what ‘wait’ means. “what are you doing in my closet?” riki inquires. you nearly dropped the clothes in your hand, jumping at the boy’s dramatic tone from behind you. 

“inside voices please, you almost gave me a heart attack.” you decided on the brown hoodie, pulling the soft fabric on over your plain black tee as you return the grey counterpart back into it’s home.

when you turned around, niki had moved closer to you silently like a predator stalking it’s prey, staring down at you. at first he wanted to scold you half playfully, as while it may sound strange, he cherished his large clothing collection a lot. but when he took in your appearance, the boy held back immediately.

on him, the hoodie was a bit oversized. on you, it draped down to right above your knees, the sleeves going longer than your arms and the hood covering half your back. he thought you looked absolutely adorable in his clothes; he loved it.

he wanted to take a picture of you right there for his home screen, looking all tiny and adorable, but he was snapped out of his thoughts by the sound of your teasing. “you done staring dumbass?” you sigh dramatically, “i already know you’re obsessed with me.” 

niki looked back up at you, rolling his eyes as you ruin the moment like always. that was how your relationship was though, and he wouldn’t change it for anything else. “i was just thinking how stupid you look with that thing covering half your legs. you have your own hoodie right here that you abandoned last time you came over,” he complained, pushing you aside and grabbing your red hoodie from the back of his closet that you had, in fact, completely forgot about.

you pout, “hey i do not! it’s like minus thirty in this house, i’m freezing my tits off! and plus, i wanted yours ‘cause it smells like you..” your voice fades out at the second part, mumbling quietly under your breath and suddenly finding niki’s wall much more interesting than him. 

but your boyfriend still heard you, bursting out his classic giggle that he does only when he’s teasing you or feeling cocky. “seems like you’re the one who’s obsessed with me in this relationship.” he ruffles your hair while trying to act nonchalant, feeling his ears get warmer as the conversation went on.

little did you know on the inside, your boyfriend was jumping around at your confession, the thought of you wanting even his smell making him all giddy and very much pleased.

your frown grew looking back at him, wrinkles appearing as your brows furrowed. huffing in defeat, you begin to take off the hoodie, struggling slightly as you drowned in the overflowing length of it.

“fine, since i look so stupid in your clothes, i guess i’ll have to go check out jay’s closet instead.” the boy’s eyes widened in horror at your words, his lips now dropping to match your own displeased gaze. “or maybe jake’s? i do think he has some nice—“

“woah woah woah, no way.” he pulls your arms away easily as if you were a toddler, not giving you any time to move or fight back. hybe really needs to close their gyms. you feel the hoodie being pulled back down onto you until your head has popped back through the hole, meeting your boyfriends proud expression at his work. “you only need my clothes.”

“but i thought you didn’t like it?”

niki scoffs, “i obviously don’t, idiot.” lying straight through his teeth, he continues, “i just hate the thought of you in some other loser’s clothes way more.”

you whine in defeat, “ay, i’m your girlfriend! can’t you be nice to me just once and say i look cute or something?”

as you two walk back into the chilly living room, niki turns to you, a sudden eruption of guilt encouraging him to plant a quick peck on your unsuspecting lips. “you do look adorable.”

before you get a chance to reply, he’s walking ahead of you and pressing the movie back on, cheeks shining a hot red.

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[thana-topsy]

I’ve lost count of who all has tagged me in a WIP Wednesday post, so THANK YOU all my beautiful tesblr buddies. I was very busy yesterday, and today was hectic as well, so I’m rolling in late.

I’ll double whammy my wips and include some art and some writing. The brainrot continues, and I believe it to be terminal at this stage.

Urag with an undercut. Urag With An Undercut.

And here's a snippet from the fic I'm currently working on featuring these guys again some more:

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“Thought I might find you up here.”

Enthir took another long drag from his cigarette, his eyes trained on the lights of Winterhold, winking like distant stars across the dark chasm that separated the city from the college. He exhaled, the wind snatching away the smoke as soon as it left his lips. “Were you looking for me?”

Urag leaned against the wall to his right, upwind. “It’d been a few days since I’d last seen you slinking around the grounds.”

“Business in town,” Enthir said by way of explanation. “Been staying at the Hearth.” 

He saw Urag study his profile out of the corner of his eye, but Enthir didn’t look at him. “There’s more to it than that.”

Fuck you, old man, Enthir thought. He sighed and put the rolly out on the stone wall before flicking the butt over the side, watching it fall down into the darkness. “Got a visit from an old… friend.” He tongued the inside of his cheek. “Troubling news.”

“It never ends, does it?” Urag said with a sigh.   

“Apparently not.” Enthir arched his back, stretching until his sternum popped. “I’ll tell you more. Inside, though. Not gonna freeze my nuts off over all this.”

Urag followed Enthir back to his cramped quarters in the Hall of Attainment. He wasted no time making himself at home in one of the chairs, toeing off his boots and propping his feet up on Enthir’s bed. Enthir paced around the room, organizing some of the bits and bobs he’d left lying around—shuffling papers into stacks, dropping loose jewelry into various boxes. 

“I’ve long known the Guild has been going through hard times,” he started to explain. “Thanks to the near-endless business of our colleagues, I don’t have to rely on them as much as I used to. The new Arch-Mage had me nervous for a while there, but I think we’ve reached an understanding.”

“Wickwing is no Savos,” Urag agreed. “But she’d make an enemy of herself if she tried to push you out of the college. She’s smart enough not to mess around with the established order of things, so long as it’s good for the school.”

“Thank you for the vote of confidence,” Enthir muttered. 

“Did you step away from the Guild when it started going downhill?”

Enthir paused, looking down at the book on the top of the stack in his hands: The Nightingales by Gallus Desidenius. “You know when I stepped away from the Guild. And why.”

Urag grunted, but said nothing else on the matter. “So why’s their business your business all of a sudden? Just wash your hands of them. You’re doing them a favor, the way I see it. A fence this far north?” He clicked his tongue in lieu of finishing his sentiment. 

“That’s where this friend comes in.” He shoved the books one by one onto the shelf over his desk. “Karliah.”

“Karliah.” Urag repeated the name, as if thumbing through the dusty catalogs in his mind for the association attached to it. “Ah, right. Gallus’s woman.”

A needle of pain in Enthir’s chest made him wince. “Yep.”

“Didn’t she–?”

“Nope.”

Urag grunted again. “Well, that certainly shakes things up.”

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[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Bonuses For Fifteen Points

Steven Grant X GN!Reader Rating: 18+ pals  Masterlist | ao3 | want to be tagged?

Summary: You and Steven settle in for a comfy night in front of the TV watching quiz shows. But it's not too long before your mind starts to… wander.

Warnings: Swearing! Typossss! Fragment sentences! (the big three) oral (m receiving), idiots in love, finger sucking, slighty subby steven?

A/N:  ‘Only Connect’ and ‘University Challenge’ are quiz shows that are usually on Monday nights on BBC 1 in the UK. I don’t know why I am obsessed with the idea that Steven regularly watches and enjoys these shows, but I am. So I thought I would make it everyone else’s problem as well.

Word Count: 2818

Taglist: @pleasurebuttonwrites @raven-rk @campingwiththecharmings @alexxavicry @mystinky-butt @cocodiem

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Mondays were always a particularly difficult day. The metaphorical start to the week, the beginning of the grind, the day everyone hated. And even though technically Steven’s rota changed regularly, and he was routinely scheduled in to work weekends, it still felt like Monday was the beginning. It just had that taste to the air. 

Monday evenings, however, were a much different story. 

A low buzz of excitement settled in his stomach as he busied himself in the kitchen. He had practically run home, (part of him was pretty sure that he would have beaten the bus and the regular dismal London traffic if he had been on foot), showered and quickly hoovered around the flat. 

He’s last seen you on Friday morning, not that long ago relatively speaking, a rushed breakfast and quick kisses before both of you had to part ways and make the journeys to work. Hell, Steven had spoken to you on the phone yesterday, you had both sent each other messages today, but still it seemed like an age since he had held you in his arms. 

The weekend had dragged. Work on Saturday had moved at a snail’s pace, Sunday had seemingly existed outside of space and time. Perhaps it was because you had been in Lincoln visiting friends, the physical distance between the both of you warping reality itself. 

But it wouldn’t be long now before you’d be here. Before he could finally see you in person. 

Steven stirred the pasta sauce absentmindedly, trying to focus and not let his mind wander too much. He turned the heat down slightly just as his phone buzzed. 

‘Sorry! Running late! ☹’ 

His heart sank. 

It didn’t matter, not really, the dinner would keep. He’d still see you, he’d-

His phone buzzed again: ‘Stupid lift isn’t working. Just taking the stairs.’

Steven frowned. Wait, were you talking about his building's lift? 

He turned the hobs off completely and walked to the door, typing as he went.

‘Which lift?’ He deleted the message before he sent it, unhappy with the tone. ‘My lift?’

He deleted it again, one hand on the door latch when there was a knock. 

He flinched back ever so slightly at the sudden sound before quickly checking the peep hole, and then promptly flung the door open when he caught a glimpse of you. 

“Hello Ste-”

He was on you in a second, squeezing the air out of your lungs with his tight embrace. 

You laughed. “I’m sorry, I’m all sweaty!”

“I don’t care.” Steven mumbled against your neck as he hugged you tighter. 

You giggled again as you untangled yourself from his limbs, quieting his small wine of protest with kisses. 

“Oh love!” He pulled away, his warm hands holding yours. “You’re freezing!”

You shrugged, beaming at him in a dopey lovesick way that you couldn’t help. “I forgot my gloves.”

“No,” he guided you into the flat, closing the door with his hip while he never let go of your hands, placing kisses along your knuckles and holding them as close as he could. Seemingly trying to warm them as quickly as possible by sheer force of will. 

“It’s fine, you know me. Sweaty face from walking up some stairs, freezing hands.” 

“I wouldn’t have you any other way.”

You shook your head and grinned. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” He kissed you again, softer and slower than before. 

.

Steven finished and plated up the pasta, while you showered and changed, before you both ate in front of the television for your traditional Monday night. 

Watching Only Connect and University Challenge.

Steven was naturally better at quizzes than you, seeing the patterns in the sequences round with an almost uncanny lightning speed. 

You loved it. Loved seeing his nose wrinkle in thought, the way his eyes grew wide and his excited hand movements when the answer came to him. Loved him.

In all honesty, you probably spend more time watching Steven than the shows. 

Occasionally you teased him a little about his not so subtle crush on the host, Victoria Coren Mitchell, and giggling when he teased you back about your less than subtle crush on her as well. 

“You should go on there you know.”

“What?” He shifted a little so that he could look at you better. 

After eating you had both ended up laying on the settee. Your head on his chest with his arm wrapped around you. 

You looked up at him. “You could go on Only Connect.”

Steven pulled a face. “Me? A contestant? I don’t think so.”

 “You’d be amazing!”

He shook his head, but you could see the hint of pink on the edges of his ears. 

You dug him gently in the side. “You would.”

“You need three people.”

“They do that thing where people make teams out of people who want to go on.”

He made a dismissive sound. 

You paused and then grinned, leaning a bit closer to his face, all conspiratorial. “You could ask Victoria for a kiss when you win.”

Without warning Steven’s hand that had been resting pleasantly on your side attacked your ribs, tickling you mercilessly. You squealed and swatted him away, still laughing. 

As you settled back down on his chest you poked your tongue out at him. He poked his out right back. 

“I could ask her to give you a kiss.” He muttered, trying to hide his smile.

You didn’t look up at him. “I think you should.”

Steven giggled loudly.

.

You didn’t like University Challenge as much as Only Connect. It wasn’t so much the topics of the questions, as much as the matter in which the questions were said were a riddle in themselves. 

You often thought teams should get points just for working out what was being asked in the first place. 

That was most of the reason why your mind started to... wander a little. 

You couldn’t focus on what Jeremy Paxman was saying or what Imperial College and some tiny off branch of Cambridge were replying. 

All your mind was filling up with was the fact that you hadn’t held Steven at all over the weekend, hadn’t touched his skin or heard him moan.

Small prickles of heat tiptoed along your skin, you bit your lip and looked up at him. 

He was watching, enwrapped, his fingernail between his teeth as he listened intently to the questions being asked. 

A wicked little thought crept into your mind. 

Slowly, ever so slowly as not to alert Steven to your plan, you inched your way upwards closer to your prize. 

He didn’t notice until almost the last second, your mouth tantalisingly close to the sweet spot on Steven’s neck: just below his ear. 

“Love, what-”

He cut himself off with a shuddered breath as you pressed your lips against him. Grazing his skin with your teeth before kissing and sucking hard just the way he liked it.

Steven let out a sharp moan, his body instinctively curling in towards you, his left hand gripping hard at your hip. 

You put your hand on his face gently. Just enough pressure so that he bared his neck more fully as you continue to kiss and bite. 

Arousal shivers down his spine and pools in his abdomen, his cock already half hard. 

“Love, oh, fuck.” 

You feel his little jolts of pleasure as you suck on his pulse point, bruises already forming under your actions. 

He bucks upwards instinctively, trying to reach friction that isn’t there. 

Steven doesn’t care about you leaving marks. Wait… that’s actually a lie. He does care. He cares too much. He wants them. Craves them. Needs them so, so much. 

The second time you had sex you had apologised for the love bites that you had littered across his neck. 

Steven had cut you off as quickly as he could, blurting out his words in a rush for fear you wouldn’t leave them again. He had told you how much he liked them, liked other people seeing them. Especially at work. He liked people knowing he was yours. 

He wines, shifting and trying to turn his body towards you more so that he can grind against you. But you lean down against his shoulders, pushing him back against the settee as you continue your onslaught of his senses. 

You tilt his jaw even more to the side with your hand and Steven darts out his tongue against your fingertips, unable to keep quiet. 

He’s wrecked already, skin flushed and hair a mess. His eyebrows pinched together, eyes screwed shut as he squirms under your touch, desperate for more. 

You kiss up to his ear, biting gently at the lobe and he gasps. 

“Love, pleaaase.” He draws out the word between pants of breath. 

He is achingly hard now, his cock straining against his jogging bottoms. You brush the edge of your thigh against it teasingly and Steven sobs. 

“Please!”

You can’t deny him when he asks so prettily. But still you can’t help but tease.

“Please what?” You whisper between slow, light kisses. Barely touching your lips to his skin.

“Pleaaaase,” he moans again as you continue to just rub your leg against him. Enough pressure for him to feel it, but not enough to relieve any of the ache. It burns worse, a fire ignited under his skin.

Steven lets out a choked sob when you suck against his neck once more, the pressure of your teeth sending spikes of heat along his spine. 

You push lightly against his jaw, giving yourself easier access and resting your fore and middle fingers on his plump bottom lip. 

Steven’s tongue darts out, flicking against the skin between your fingers before taking them mouth into his mouth and moaning around them. 

Your actions falter for a second as he sucks on them, spit running down his chin as he takes them as deeply as they can go. Bobbing his head and running his bottom teeth along the underside. 

You lick a strip up his neck and nip softly below his ear. “Is that what you want?” You whisper, voice low and molasses slow. 

Steven moans low, the vibrations running along your fingertips, his eyes screwed tight as he bucks up towards you. 

“Hmmm?” You press your thigh fully against his crouch. “Is that what you need?” 

He lets out another choked sob around your fingers, arching his back off the settee into your touch so he can grind himself against you. 

You watch him for a moment, savouring the sight of him. His head thrown back, the tension in his neck and the dark bruises on his skin. Before you suddenly move away.

Steven sobs at the loss of contact, his eyes fluttering open. 

However he doesn’t get a chance to speak, all too quickly you are just easing up his top so that you can kiss the hot skin just above his jogging bottoms and nuzzle his left hip bone. 

He jumps a little at the swipe of your tongue but groans and arches into your touch. 

You pull down his waistband just enough so that his cock springs free, slapping against his lower stomach. The sight of it makes your mouth water and Steven sighs as you take him in your hand.

Precome shines in the weak light and you lap it up eagerly, pressing your tongue flat against the tip of him and swiping along his slit achingly slow. 

You can feel the tension in his stomach and legs, the small twitches of muscle as he fights to keep himself still as you continue to lick unhurriedly, swirling your tongue around the head and then back to teasing his slit. 

The sweet little hitches of Steven’s breath are like music to your ears. You break away from your actions only to better position yourself and lick the long path back from the root of him to the tip, one hand holding his length, the other massaging his balls.

Heat is pooling in his abdomen, the familiar pressure beginning to spike. 

Steven shifts onto his elbows so that he can watch as you slowly take him into your mouth, tortuous in your movement as you bob up and down, swallowing more of his cock with each dip. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he doesn’t realise he’s muttering under his breath, swearing as if the words were a prayer. 

It’s so warm, so wet, so perfectly overwhelming that it pushes all thoughts out of his head, leaving his mind quiet save for the painfully delicious building of bliss.

You glance up at him, watching him watching you. His eyes are dark, gaze unfocused and mouth open. His chest shudders with each intake of air as he stares at his cock disappearing into you. 

You increase your pace, sucking him harder and taking him so deep that tears begin to prick at the corner of your eyes. 

Pleasure cracks down on him, flares along his limbs as he moans loudly, swearing and bucking up into your mouth, just managing to stop himself from pushing too far. He falls back, head against the armrest, holding onto the sofa cushions for dear life. 

“Love please, oh fuck, oh god,” words pour out of him, “so good, please, you take me so-so, fuck, I,” he’s not paying any attention to what he’s saying, to anything, other than the sweet torment of your mouth and hands. 

He’s going to come soon, he can’t help it, his thighs starting to shake. 

You can tell by his whimpers, the way his eyes are tight shut in pleasure and-

“Which Egyptian queen of the fourteenth century BCE was the wife of the Pharaoh Akhenaten, and is believed by some scholars to have reigned briefly in her own right after her husband's death?”

“Neferneferuaten Nefertiti...” Steven mutters between a moan, not even realising he’s said it. 

“Neferneferuaten Nefertiti.” One of the contestants answers. 

“Correct.”

You pull away from Steven with a pop, unable to hold back your laugh. 

His eyes snap open, the pleading look on his face quickly jumping to confusion and then, “did- did I just answer a...?”

You nod, grinning wildly. 

Red sears into his cheeks and the tops of his ears, panic flooding his features. “Love, I’msosorryIdon’tknowwhyIdidthatIwasjustlostinthemomentI-”

You dive back on him, chasing all other thoughts away as you swallow him down and set a brutal pace.

His hand flies to the back of your head, fingers tight in your hair but not pushing or pulling as his tip hits the back of your throat again and again and again.

Curses race past his lips between the moans and stuttered sorrys. 

His orgasm builds ridiculously fast, your mouth bringing him to the edge and threatening to pull him over as Steven tries to retain some control over himself. 

He can barely get his words out, “I’m, I’m,”

You hum around him, not slowing for a second, and scratch your nails along his thighs. 

Steven comes loudly with a snap of his hips, coming hard into your mouth as you eagerly swallow around him, drinking down every last drop. 

All the tension leaves his body at once, leaving him jellified under you. 

Slowly you ease off of him, giving the tip of his cock a final lick to make sure you cleaned up all of his release before tucking him back into his jogging bottoms. 

You run your hands along his arms as you sit up, gently massaging his muscles as he comes back to himself. 

His breathing evens out and he blinks heavily, gazing up at you. 

“That was,” 

You don’t let him get the words out as you kiss him lightly. Steven moans and moves up with you as you try to move away, cradling the back of your neck with his hands and bringing you back down to his mouth. 

You smile and deepen the kiss, letting him taste himself on your tongue. 

“I’m sorry I answered a question while you were sucking me off.” He mutters.

The bluntness of his words, and the genuine sincerity behind them, make you giggle. You kiss him again before pressing your forehead against his. 

“I think it’s very sexy of you.”

Steven snorts, but at least he’s smiling now. 

“I think we’ll have to make it more interesting next time.” You mutter. He gives you a quizzical look and you grin wickedly, a dark light shining in your eyes. 

“You’ll answer the questions, and if you get one wrong I’ll slow down.”

Steven stares blankly back at you, and for a moment you think he doesn’t understand. It’s not until you see a familiar flush on his skin and hear the little increase in his breathing that you realise it’s the opposite. 

You bite your lip. “You’d like that?” 

Steven nods rapidly, so much he almost becomes a blur.

#steven grant #steven grant x reader #gender neutral reader #steven grant x gn!reader #x reader #moon knight #moon knight x reader #my writing #oscar isaac #oscar isaac characters

[starynightcreator]

It's Not All Bad

Chapters: 3-8

Characters included: Eddie Munson, Nancy Wheeler, and Steve Harington

Word Count: 3,998

No use of Y/N

18+! May be triggering to some!

Contains: Fluff, Angst, Kissing, Shy/ Anxious Reader, Sweet/Protective Eddie, Jealousy, Cursing, Alcohol use, Yelling, Heartbreak, Betrayal, & Friends To Lovers.

Summary: After a betrayal from your best friend and boyfriend, you find comfort in the arms of eddie.

Please feel free to leave your thoughts in the comments. This is my first story and I'm a little nervous.

!Must give credit when re-sharing/ sharing. Don't take credit please and thank you!

PART THREE:

You thought he’d decline and maybe change the subject so you figured you’d move on until…

Eddie pulls you into a hug then starts to say “That’s some lame excuse to ask for a hug, Star.” It takes you a minute to realize he’s hugging you but once it hits, it hits hard and you hug back like you’ve been dying for a hug for agesss. “You’re right it is lame i’ll just ask next time.” The smile that appeared on both of your faces said a million things. Good things and you both had the same thoughts too. “Star”“Hmm?”“Yo-you don’t always have to ask…”“I don’t?” Eddie let out a little snicker. No.” “Okay I’ll keep that in mind for next time I want a hug.”“Good. I hate to break up the band we’ve created but you need to get inside so you don’t freeze to death”“Ughhh fine.”Tomorrow isn’t that far away.”“Edds.”“Yeah?”“IT’S TOO FAR!” “You are so dramatic. Now get your butt inside I don’t need you sick” “okay okay i’m going. Thank you for helping me deal with my crap today and going with me to the party tomorrow.” “Don’t thank me Star, I'd do anything for you.” Eddie then turns bright red realizing he let his true thoughts come out. “Welp i’m going to go now, see you tomorrow Star.” You had made sure to remind him like a hundred times what time to come get you for the party. You then waved goodbye as he drove off. You then go inside and lock the door behind you, plopped on your sofa, kicked your shoes off, and pressed the button on the little machine next to you that holds any voicemail if any have been left. Sadly the machine said there wasn’t any. Surely you thought you’d have one from Steve. Yeah you guys aren’t a clingy couple. He sadly isn’t super affectionate. But he was still always so caring and loving towards you. So what happened in this last month or before that, that changed his attitude…. You decided to say fuck it. You didn’t have time to down yourself again about him. Eddie put you in a good mood and you’d be damned if you were going to let yourself get sad again. So you decided you'd go pick out your outfit for tomorrow. It took you some time trying to figure something out. You wanted to still look nice but still be comfortable. You ended up picking a black fitted knee length dress with black sleeves, you then picks black boots with a slight heel, you had the same jewelry you always had on no need to change it, then you picked your maroon leather jacket to go with your nails, and for your hair you’d just do as you always do hair down while enhancing the natural curl you have already. You wanted to be cozy and could care less what others would say. You know most girls would go in skin tight dresses, face full of makeup, highheels, flashy stuff, and that is okay everyone is allowed their preferences. But those were things you weren't comfortable doing. It was just too much for you. It made you feel smothered or as if someone was trying to hide you away. It’s honestly so complicated. So you stick to what you know makes you happy and comfortable. Even if Steve disagreed with you every time you guys went anywhere remotely formal. He didn’t agree with your standards; he wanted the fashion magazine model look for those things. You had to remind yourself to stop thinking of him as you really rather not get upset again. So you finally decide to go to bed and you fall asleep listening to music as usual.

#eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #nancy wheeler #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #eddie x fluff #eddie x reader #angst #fluff #friends to lovers

[felixskzzzstay]

Scattered Stars

Synopsis: nonidol!au, Lee Felix x afab reader, slowburn, Hyunjin introduced y/n and Felix a few years ago, since then they have become really close, never did they expect what was in store for them.

Warnings: angst, drinking, smoking, smut

Note: sorry this one isn’t as long, I’ll make it up to you in the next part. The reason is because there’s going to be more drama which makes more sense being the next part instead of this one. Also, sorry it took so long to come out, I’ve been so incredibly busy and I’ve also got other ideas in the works for other stories and series and things like that, so you’ll just have to bear with me. Anyway, I hope you enjoy and I promise the next part will be a long one, because there’s going to be plenty of drama, that’s all I’ll say.

Chapter Four: Trouble in Paradise?

Specific warnings: angst, swearing

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You lie staring up at the ceiling, staring into nothingness. Thoughts go swirling round your head. What is going on with you and Chan?

There’s a loud knock on your door. You groan. A few seconds later a knock on your door sounds out again, louder this time. “No one’s home!” You shout out.

“Y/n, I know you’re led around moping in bed, come on, open the door.” The voice sounds like your persistent best friend, Hyunjin.

“No.” Is all you reply.

“I think you forget that I know where you hide your spare key.”

“Shit!” You sit up abruptly.

You hear the sound of keys jangling and then your lock turning. You throw yourself under the covers, shielding yourself from the impending doom.

Next thing you know the covers are being thrown off you. A gush of cold air hits your skin, causing goosebumps all over your body. You squeal. “What if I was naked?!”

“Like that’s enough to scare me away.” He chuckles and plops himself down on the edge of your bed.

You sit up and join him, dangling your legs over the edge and leaning your head on his shoulder. “Me and Chan had a fight.”

“I know.”

You look up at him in shock. “What? How do you know?”

“1. I could hear him on the phone and 2. As soon as he put the phone down he stormed out of the flat and came back really early this morning. I guess he went to the club.”

“He went out all night?!”

“Yeah. I guess your argument must’ve really hurt him.”

You groan. “I don’t know what to do, Jin.”

“Do you want me to talk to him?”

“No, that won’t work. I think he’s acting out because he’s jealous, he’ll only freeze you out.”

“Okay, well I’m going to cheer you up. So, you’re going to get your cute little butt out of bed, get dressed and we’re going to the park to get some ice cream, we’re meeting Felix too.”

You flop back against the bed. “I don’t wanna get out of bed!”

“Y/n, I will drag you by the ankles into that shower if I have to.”

You raise your eyebrow at him, challenging him.

He smirks and grabs your ankles.

“Okay, okay! Wait! I’ll get up!” You rush off away from him into your bathroom.

~~~•~~~

You’re strolling through the park with Hyunjin on your left and Felix on your right, each of you with an ice cream in hand. “Okay, you were right, this does make me feel better.”

“See? I told you I could make you feel better.” Hyunjin winks.

Felix nudges you gently. “You look really pretty today, y/n.”

You blush. “Oh, thank you. It’s just a dress I threw on.”

“Oh, shut up. You spent forever looking through your wardrobe, throwing clothes that weren’t good enough left and right.” Hyunjin smirks.

“Alright, way to drop me in it, Jin. I just wanted to look nice today, is that a crime?”

Hyunjin just shrugs. “You always look nice.”

Felix nods in agreement.

You hide your face in your hair. “Okay, can you stop complimenting me now, you know it makes me uncomfortable. I hate being the centre of attention.” You squint your eyes at Hyunjin, as you’re turned away from Felix, he steals a lick of your ice cream.

“Maybe I should’ve got the same one as you, that tastes really nice!”

“Felix!” You shove his shoulder. “This is my ice cream!” You continue to lick your ice cream anyway.

Hyunjin starts chuckling mischievously, like he knows a secret that neither of you two know.

“Hey, what’s so funny?”

“You guys are practically kissing.”

You nearly choke on the ice cream in your mouth and Felix stumbles on his feet. The both of you widening your eyes. Felix pretends to clear his throat and you turn away awkwardly. “I don’t know what you’re on about.” You quicken your steps so you’re a ahead of both of them.

“I don’t know why you’re acting so weird about it, it was just a joke.” He eyes you both suspiciously.

“Right, well can we go home now? I’ve had enough sun for one day and I think I want to try and talk to Chan.” You hurry off towards the exit, leaving Hyunjin staring after you, confused and Felix keeping his head down.

~~~•~~~

Hyunjin and Felix both went their separate ways back to their places and you stayed home.

Later on, that day, Seungmin had called you and invited you and Chan on a double date with him and his girlfriend. You agreed and said that you just had to talk to Chan, so you set a date with Seungmin and decided to go to Chan’s place and talk it out.

So this is why you find yourself sat on the couch at the guys’s apartment, waiting for Chan to come home.

You hear the front door open and immediately pat down your hair and smooth down your clothes out of nervousness.

Chan comes strolling in and pauses when he sees you. “Uh… hey.”

“Hi…” you bite your lip. “Um… I was wondering if we could talk?”

Chan runs his fingers through his hair with a sigh. “Sure, just let me change my clothes.” He leaves in the direction of his bedroom while you plan out what you want to say in your head.

When he finally comes back in, he sits across from you. You take his hands. “Chan, I hate fighting with you, but…” you take a long pause. “I feel like you keep getting angry at me all the time, and I haven’t even done anything wrong. Do you hate me?” Your eyes start to glisten with tears.

Chan scoots closer to you and cups your face with his hands. “No, I don’t hate you, I could never hate you. I’m so sorry I made you feel that way.” His eyes start to water with his own tears.

“Then why do you keep acting this way?”

He sighs as he looks down. “I guess, I know when you first met Felix, you had a little crush on him, I could tell by the way you were looking at him, that night at the club, but he was with Irene, so you could never do anything about it. Now, he’s single and that means you can be with him now and I don’t have to be your second choice anymore.” His hands slip away from you.

You reach out and pull him back in. “Okay, you’re right. I did have a crush on Felix when I first met him, but then when things became more serious between me and you, all those feelings went away. It was just a crush, I was never in love with him, but I’m in love with you.” Tears start streaming down your face.

Chan chokes back a sob. “You promise? I don’t want to lose you.”

You pull him in to a hug and smooth down his hair. “I promise.”

You both sit there for a few minutes, hugging it out. When the both of you stop crying you both pull away.

You look at each other’s puffy faces and giggle. “So, a guy from work called and asked if we wanted to go on a double date with him and his girlfriend. Do you want to go? I think it could be really fun.” Your thumb rubs circles on his hand.

“Sure, when?”

“Friday night. Is that good for you?”

“Yeah, that sounds great.” He grins. “Now, I think me and you should be making up for lost time.” He scoops you up off the couch as you squeal and carries you bridal style into his bedroom.

~~~•~~~

You and the guys are all hanging out again. You’re curled up into Chan’s side.

“Good to see you guys finally made up.” Han throws a thumbs up your way.

“Yeah, it makes the atmosphere terrible for the whole group.” Changbin adds.

You giggle and kiss Chan’s cheek. “I’m glad we made up too.”

Chan kisses your temple.

Hyunjin awes. “My favourite couple, you guys are so cute it makes me sick.”

You roll your eyes with a grin.

Felix stays quiet, not meeting your eyes.

Throughout the duration of the night Felix barely says a word.

Right as you were about to start your third movie, Felix suddenly stands. “I think I should be getting home, I’m really tired.”

Changbin checks his watch. “It’s not even that late.”

“I know, but I’m not feeling so good. I’ll see you guys later.” He starts to walk out.

You throw him a confused frown. “Text me later, so I know you’re okay.”

He mumbles a reply and walks out the door.

“That was weird.” Hyunjin furrows his brows.

You quickly pull out your phone, texting Felix to ask if he’s okay.

He only responds with a thumbs up emoji and leaves it at that.

You frown at your phone. Chan nudges you to tell you your missing the movie. You shake your head, shaking the thoughts out and focus your attention back on the tv and slipping your phone into your pocket.

~~~•~~~

You lay in bed, next to Chan. You’re on your back staring at the ceiling, wide awake.

“Go to sleep, babe.”

“I can’t. What’s going on with Felix? That was weird, right?”

“Sure, but it’s late, you can think about it tomorrow.”

You roll onto your side and try to close your eyes. Worries about Felix swirl through your mind and you open your eyes again with a sigh.

Chan groans. “Whatever’s going on with him isn’t your problem.”

You turn to face him with a huff. “Yes it is, he’s one of my best friends, I have every right to be worried.”

“Y/n, just go to sleep before this turns into another argument.”

“Why would it turn into an argument?”

Chan’s whisper starts to become raised. “Because, I don’t want to talk about how much you care for Felix.”

You throw your hands up. “Chan! I thought we were past this.”

“We are, you’re the one making this difficult.”

“What?”

“Just go to sleep, I’ll talk to you in the morning.”

You turn around again and distance yourself from Chan as much as you can in his bed. “Fine, night.” You huff.

Chan doesn’t reply and before long you fall into a dreamless sleep.

#straykids #felix #skz smut #skz fic #Felix fic #leefelix #Felix smut #stray kids #skz

[futbolfanficpunk]

Dressing room feelings

Players: Neymar Jr, Leo Messi Leo is overwhelmed by his move to Paris and Neymar comforts him Themes: Bromance Words - 775+ Requested by amitokedhuyedibo

Dressing room feelings

         Leo thought he was alone in the dressing room, everyone had left after training and the cleaning staff were in a meeting in one of the conference rooms. It’s only been two months since he came from Barcelona, the most devastating event in his life. He never cried quite like the day he had to leave Fc Barcelona, even the night after Argentina lost the world cup to Germany, he always felt he would be a blaugrana until death.

And yet, here he was, in October, in Paris. Fucking freezing his butt off, miserably, and not having great performances. He could only think of Antonella, dear Anto sobbing the day they left their kids in their new school; 

“What are we doing here?!” Anto said with a broken voice and started sobbing in their SUV.

He hated the thought of the love of his life crying, yet he couldn’t do anything about it now. Fc Barcelona was on the brink of bankruptcy and Laporta gave up on signing him. He was still hurt and after not having a great game today and having minor pain in his hamstring, he was frustrated. He felt overwhelmed by all his emotions, by the change, by the French.  Leo put his hand over his face, his face and his head felt warm, his stomach was in knots. A wave of sadness covered him as he started to silently cry in front of his locker.

Neymar was walking back to the dressing room, he had accidentally left his headphones and charging cable in his locker, plus he didn’t see Leo getting into his car in the parking lot. He looked around to see if he could see him. He walked into the dressing room and saw that Leo was in front of his looker his his hand covering his face.

“Oye, Che!” Ney screamed jokingly

Leo jumped up, surprised “Pelotudo! you scared me!” he whined, trying to wipe the tears from his face looking flustered. 

“Irmâo! I’m sorry!” said Ney, looking noticing Leo’s face “ But, Are you ok? What’s going on?”

“Nothing, Ney. Just feeling overwhelmed that’s all, no reason to worry.” said Leo with a quicker pace that usual giving hint of sadness in his voice “I was just getting something and leaving.”

“Oh, Okay” says Neymar slowly while he walks to his looker to get his charging cable and headphones.As he turn around he sees that Leo is walking towards the exit he shouted

“Leo! Espera! Let me tell you something, okay?”

Neymar knew that it was important for him to show up for his friend, just like he did for him back in the Barcelona day. He knew what a difference it could make. 

Leo turns around to find Neymar in front of him.

“Remember back in my first year of Barcelona, that one time you came into the locker room while I was crying. I was just feeling so lost, and you talked to me, comforted me and told me you had my back and everything was going to be all right?” said Neymar as he put his hand on Leo’s shoulder, trying to reassure him.

“Of course, I do! I saw a kid who need help and support. So, I gave it to him because it’s the right thing do, and I wanted to show him that I was there for him” Leo responded

“Yes, and I thank you everyday for that, it really turned my season around. I felt so much calmer after” he said while gently squeezing Leo’s shoulder as Leo smiled. “But I also want to tell you that, it’s going to be the same here for you. Things are going to get better, easier, you’re going to find your feet, not that you need that much, but you’ll feel comfortable and all this drama will go away. You will be the same Leo that we all know. The GOAT! I have have no doubt it my mind, we are going to win the league, you will score, and you will make Kylian and me score, make us a better team. Everything you came here to do! Ok? Just give it a chance, give it time, trust the process, just be present, here, now.” 

Leo smiled, Neymar really was a grown man now, not that young kid anymore. Still as crazy but a better person, a player, and a brother in arms. Leo sighed.

“You’re right, hermano. Gracias.” Leo said while nodding. They hugged while patting each other’s back. “Let’s go!” said Leo.

Neymar did a little dance before signaling for them both to leave. They both laughed.

#futbol fan fiction #futbol imagine #bromance #football imagine #football fanfic #football fan fiction #leo messi #neymar jr #leo messi imagine #neymar jr imagine #messi x neymar #football fandom #football fantasy #fanfic #futbol fan fic #bromance imagine

[websterss]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐉𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐆𝐄𝐄𝐊 — 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐄

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: What happens when you mix a Jock with girlfriend issues and a science geek who has trouble talking to boys?

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): Angst, fluff

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 4,043

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Charlie Gillespie x fem!Reader

𝐀/𝐍: Hope you enjoy it! ♡

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

“That’s the fastest you can go, my mother can skate better than that!” Coach Johnson shouted at his team. Who were huffing and puffing deeply due to the amount of laps they had to do. You were never quite sure why you agreed to meet up with your best friend at the hockey rink across the other side of school. There was never much to look forward to…well that is if you counted the big sweaty jocks that wore padded gear and shoulder pads. Although you weren’t really all about that.

Alisa liked to gawk at them as they practiced their drills and skated across the ice. Correction: she liked to gawk and stare at her boyfriend. Alex McGee, a wholesome of six feet, brunette and the team’s best defense they had. You may not have liked to stare at the attractive specimens that walked the earth before your eyes, but you did have an appreciation for the sport. Hockey was no joke, the guys’ hard work always showed off during each game. Practice was a whole different story though.

Whereas Alice stared and drooled, you on the other hand. You liked to think that you were there for moral support. Yet you mostly just joined her to keep her company as you read your book that lay on your lap.

“Woo go Alex!” Alice cheered him on as he made a goal. The team was split up into two groups, one on defense and the other on offense. Alex was working on the offensive side. His coach wanted to see some improvement on his offense lineup, so his coach switched it up today.

You flinched at how loud she was being. You were hunched over on the bleachers freezing your butt off. Not to mention you were getting tired. Your head rested in the palm of your left hand as you read about areo-dynamics and quantum gravity.

-

“Showing off now cause your girl is here eh?” Charlie teased skating circles around Alex. “Does she know that you occasionally suck at practice?” He laughed.

“Oh fuck off, Gillespie.” Alex rolled his eyes and jerked his shoulder into Charlie's, knocking him slightly off balance.

“Oh come on you know I’m just messing with ya, eh?” Charlie caught up to him.

“Yeah, yeah, although you know…Y/n’s with Alisa today.” Alex smirked, nudging the smaller boy. Charlie immediately let his gaze fall to you. He could see you talking to Alisa through the clear screen that divided the ice from the bleachers. Then he looked away as if he wasn’t phased by you being here today. 

“And?” He shrugged.

“And? Dude, come on.” Alex scoffed. “Don’t play dumb, you have a major crush on her.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m with Sage, remember.” Charlie brushed him off as he looked over to his on and off girlfriend, who sat alongside with her group of friends. He got into his position. His stick met the ice and his eyes grew determined. Alex in front of him copying his movements. The coach stood in the middle of them with a puck in his hands. He had said something but Charlie tuned him out.

“And how’s that working out for ya?” Alex countered back as he shoved his shoulder pad into Charlie, knocking the poor boy on his ass. Then stole the puck as soon as the coach blew the whistle. Whisking past Charlie to end up making a goal, again. Charlie groaned as he lay on the ice. “Not so great...” He muttered.

-

“Yeah! That was so good babe!” Alice exclaimed, hollering from her seat next to you. Alex smiled at her and pointed at her, letting her know that he scored for her.

You slowly lifted your head to look at her with raised eyebrows. Her smile didn’t die down. You had to laugh.

“You do know this is just practice right?” You giggled. You shook your head at your best friend who felt the need to go all out on a Friday nights practice.

“I know…” she shrugged. You raised an eyebrow at her. She turned her eyes to look at you.

“Shut up.” She pouted then laughed along with you.

“Hey I’m not judging…” You put your hands up to show her you meant well. “It’s sweet that you come to cheer him on during practice too.” You playfully nudged her.

“Almost as sweet as your crush on a certain someone.” She threw a smirk your way.

“What are you talking about?” You began avoiding the topic of the matter.

“You know what I’m talking about. Sexy five foot eight, Charlie. Every girl’s biggest crush at school, Charlie. Oh please oh please be my lab partner, Charlie!” She emphasized. 

“Charlie? Captain of the hockey team, Charlie. The most likable and most popular guy at our school, Charlie.” When you got nervous you babbled a little…okay a lot. 

“Yes!” She laughed.

“Yeah no, you’re crazy. Completely insane. I don’t have a crush on Charlie. What makes you think I like him? I don’t have uh...a crush on Charlie. Charlie doesn’t even know I exist. He doesn’t even know my name. Once I accidentally bumped into him in the hallways!” You pointed out. “I fell.” You nodded. “He didn’t really help me up, but he did acknowledge me.” You then made a face at the fact of how that sounded. “Oh wait…okay look whatever. He’s a jock, he’s popular, he’s cute…and I’m-” You took a deep breath in from talking too quickly.

“About to pass out!” Alisa looked at you with wide eyes as she handed you a water bottle to drink. You opened it hastily and took big sips. “One more mention of him and you’re sure to black out.” She teased. “Fan the girl!” Alisa grabbed a notebook and fanned you with it.

You swallowed the water down and put the cap back on. Your breath slowly calms down.

“When are you gonna get the guts to tell him?” She shook her head.

“Um…never.” You made a face. Alisa scoffed. “Lis come on, you know there’s no way on this earth that I’d even have a chance with him.” You nervously laugh. Alisa just sat there and gave you a knowing look. You avoided her gaze then looked out onto the ice where you saw his jersey number rush past his other teammates. “It’s not gonna happen. Besides he has a girlfriend, remember..” You muttered. You looked away from him then looked down at your book that was now closed. “I-I can’t talk to anyone. Let alone a guy.” Alisa sighed as she scooted closer to you. She wrapped her arm around you and let you lay your head on her shoulder. 

“Well from what I’ve heard. Charlie’s thinking of breaking up with her, for good this time.” She shoved you to try and get you to lighten up. “And you can talk to guys…you’re just shy. Plus you get that cute little stutter when you get nervous. Not to mention how much of a clutz you are when you do talk to a cute boy. Oh not to mention the way you start going off about random facts about areo-dynamics of physics. It’s brilliant.” She laughed. “It’s all a work in progress baby!” She said sarcastically.

“Gee thanks Lis, I feel…so much better.” You lifted your head and squinted your eyes at her. 

“That’s what I’m here for!” She smiled. “But hey, no seriously you’ll figure it out. You always do.” She pulled you into her side again and hugged you tightly.

“I don’t know about this Lis.” You played with your gloves. “It seems out of my capability.” 

“Hey this is coming from the girl who created a physics project about figure skating, not to mention you figured out that there was an exact areo-dynamic formula. If you can do that, you can talk to a boy, and honestly, if Charlie can’t see how amazing you are. Then that’s his loss.” You slowly smiled at her words of encouragement. She always had the right thing to say. Whether it was in the form of sarcasm or straight up bluntness, or the whole truth, she made her point and she made you feel better.

“Lis you know the computer didn’t make the jumps for them, it was all-” 

“-all them yeah, yeah I know. Still pretty impressive though…Oh, practice is over!” She beamed as she shot up from her seat. You turned to look out onto the rink and noticed that the team was gone. Probably back in the locker rooms changing out of their gear for the night.

“How long have we been talking?” You furrowed your brows as you reached for your book.

“Who cares! I’ll be right back okay. Don’t go anywhere.” Alisa stood up then walked.

“Where else would I go?” You questioned.

With that Alisa walked down the bleachers and made her way to the locker rooms to wait outside for Alex like she always did.

You sighed pulling your jacket closer to your body. You enjoyed being at the rink, but the cold was not your favorite. Yet the view was nice.

Heat rushed to your cheeks as you noticed Charlie talking to someone through the clear glass a few feet away from where you were sitting. You could barely make out their voices but you were able to tell that they had been arguing.

You looked down at your lap trying not to eavesdrop.

“Can I go?” Charlie tried moving past Sage, but was shoved back. She pushed him back by his shoulder.

“No, we need to talk about this.” Sage tried getting him to stop, but Charlie wasn’t having it. 

“There’s nothing to talk about Sage.” Charlie laughed, shaking his head. “I don’t want to be with you anymore, what don’t you get about that?” He furrowed his brows. “I can’t keep doing this okay, it’s not…I can’t anymore Sage.” Charlie trailed off letting his arms fall to his sides. He looked worn out and tired. Sweat prominent on his face caused his dark brown hair to stick to his forehead. He looked off to the side trying to avoid Sage’s gaze and in the process of doing so he caught your gaze. As soon as she realized he was no longer staring at her. She turned around and noticed you staring at them.

“Ever heard of a privacy freak?” She replied nastily. You froze, eyes widening as she started talking to you. “Earth to dumbass, can you hear me?” You looked away from her as you started clumsily packing your book into your bag.

“Sorry. I uh. Sorry.” You grew so nervous and anxious, you ended up tripping over your feet as you rushed down the bleachers. Your shoe laces being untied causing you to hit the floor. Sage couldn’t help but laugh at you, catching the attention of her friends who sat not far from the three of you. You wanted nothing more than the floor to swallow you whole. You quickly got up feeling a sudden ache on your left leg. You hurriedly rushed past them and exited the ice rink. 

“Y/n-” Charlie tried reaching out for you but you had run off so quickly, you didn’t hear him. His eyes fell to the floor where he saw your book. It must have fallen out when you fell. He picked it up then closed his eyes trying to control himself. He opened them back up and faced Sage who was smiling. 

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Charlie scowled. He turned around and started making his way to the locker rooms, no longer wanting to be in the presence of Sage.

“Charlie, we’re not done here.” Sage called after him, stepping down from the first step. ”I’m not done talking to you, we can fix this Charlie.”

“Yeah well I’m done talking to you Sage…It was nice knowing ya.” He nodded to her and turned around to continue walking.

“Fine then…” Sage crossed her arms. “It...It wasn’t working anyway!” Sage countered but Charlie was long gone by that point.

-

You didn’t know how long you had been waiting at the front steps of the school. Forty minutes closing in to almost an hour. Alisa was nowhere to be found and your leg was starting to hurt more than ever. Not to mention your jacket was doing little to almost nothing to provide you warmth.

Where are you, Lis?

You looked out into the parking lot. Only a few cars remained. You breathed out through your mouth causing a puff of air to come out. You sighed pulling out your phone, checking the time which now read ten fifty. You knew that she had her moments with Alex after his practices, but this time it felt like she wasn’t coming. You crossed your arms over your chest to try and get warm. It was too late to call your parents for a ride, and you knew walking would take forever, but you knew you had no other choice. You sighed again and picked up your shoulder bag. You flinched as you felt the pain shoot up your left leg. Some serious bruising was sure to be there by morning. You slowly stepped down the steps and started your trek home.

You found it to be a lot harder to walk, especially with the cold, but mostly due to the ache in your ankle. You were limping with each step you took forward. You didn’t know if you could actually make the walk home, but you knew that no one else was around so you chose to suffer.

“Hey Y/n, wait up!” You heard a voice call over your shoulder. You tensed up not thinking anyone would still be at school. You slowly turned around and felt your shoulders relax once you realized it had only been Charlie, which now made your heart rate pick up.

“Charlie?” You furrowed your brows as he jogged up to you. He was now clad in dark jeans, a light blue Henley with an orange flannel over it and his fur jean coat on top. No longer sporting the sweat he had during practice.

“Hey.” He gave you that perfect smile that made you all flustered and nervous. “Glad I caught you, Y/n.” He nervously laughed as he scratched the back of his neck. 

“He knows my name.” You thought.

“Of course I know your name.” He chuckled.

“Did...Did I say that out loud?” Your eyes widened in fear.

“Afraid so.” He nodded.

“Oh…” That was all you could muster the courage to say.

Charlie on the other hand found your nervous state adorable, which caused him to smile again. “Anyway I just wanted to catch you and tell you that um…that I’m sorry about what Sage said.” He nervously smiled. “That wasn’t cool of her and it wasn’t funny. She shouldn’t have laughed at you.” He looked down then up at your eyes. He then reached around to open his backpack to get something out. “Also I-” He started but you cut him off.

“-Oh that! You...You don’t have to apologize Charlie, that wasn’t your fault it was my fault!” Charlie furrowed his brows in confusion at your words. “I’m such a clutz I don’t even know where…where my head is most of the time.” You started babbling again. “See I get nervous around people, mostly cute guys, but who doesn’t, amiright.” You laugh nervously. “You’re cute...a cute guy, and it doesn’t help my thought process at all! See Lisa thinks I have this problem talking to guys that I like, which I don’t think is true at all.” You quickly shook your head. 

“You like-” Charlie smiled then was cut off again.

“-she also says I start babbling about areo-dynamics, but I don’t understand why she thinks I do that? Though I think she does have a point about me talking too much, once I start it’s kind of hard to shut me up. I-I could talk your ear off if you wanted me too, not that you’d probably want me to. I mean who wants to hear about areo-dynamics right? Although it is a very interesting topic to talk about.” Charlie just smiled and nodded as you kept talking. “Did you know that Physics actually plays a large role in both large and small aspects of figure skating. On a minimal level when a skater jumps into the air, it’s the force of gravity that pulls them back down onto the ice. Forces and energy are big components that factor into the success of a skaters routine and abilities. That’s why they’re able to do all these crazy tricks and turns. Half of the preparation for their jumps begins with gliding on the ice and picking up speed. Momentum...is always conserved, meaning that unless some outside force enters a system, its total momentum must stay constant, which means that the skater will continue to build and hold on to that speed they’re picking up while skating. I-It’s a form of kinetic energy, it’s used to propel the skater into the air so that they’re able to execute a flawless jump…it’s-” You got cut off by a pair of lips. Charlie had quickly cupped your face and kissed you roughly. You stood still then kissed him back. Your hands slowly land on his shoulders bringing him closer. Charlie’s hands now at your waist. When you pulled away you had to gasp for air slightly. Charlie took your breath away. You slowly opened your eyes and stared at him, your mouth agape. 

“Did you just…you kissed me.” You muttered.

“Yeah I did.” He breathed out smiling.

“Charlie Gillespie just kissed me.” You couldn’t believe what just happened. “You just…you kissed me, kissed, we kissed.” You gulped. Heat quickly rushed to your face as you avoided his gaze. Charlie surely shut you up because you were rambling and talking too much. He must’ve thought you were a complete geek by now. “Was that your nice way of telling me to shut up?” Your eyes glowed with innocence in them. Charlie laughed a little at your question.

“Maybe I just really wanted to kiss you.” He shrugged and played coy. “Or maybe I did want to shut you up.” He teased you. 

“Sorry.” You nervously chuckle.

“Don’t be sorry.” Charlie stepped closer and lifted your chin slightly to look at him. “It was cute.” He admitted. “But back to what I was trying to say.” He chuckled, teasing you causing you to smile. “I wanted to give this back to you.” He then pulled out your book and handed it over to you.

“My book?” You questioned.

“You dropped it by accident when you…you fell. I just wanted to make sure it got back to you.” Charlie pocketed his hands into his jeans slightly rocking on his heels.

“Thank you, Charlie.” You smiled gratefully at him. “I-I should probably get going now, it’s pretty late.” You gestured over your shoulder. You ended up stepping wrongly causing you to hiss out in pain. “Ow!” You grabbed your leg. Charlie rushed forward. 

“You okay?”

“I’m fine, it's just my leg. I think I sprained it.” You scrunch your face in pain.

“Y/n you can barely stand on it.” Charlie frowned letting you lean on him for support. “Let me drive you home, okay.”

“No...” You held your hands out. “It’s okay Charlie I-”

“-You’re crazy if you think I’m letting you walk this late with a possibly sprained ankle.” Charlie shook his head. “Alisa would kill me.” He mumbled under his breath but you heard him.

“Why would she kill you?”

Charlie then stiffened up.

“Charlie?”

“Because...she asked if I could give you a ride home.” He looked down.

“She asked you?” You pulled away from him. Charlie grew hurt that you pulled away so quickly. “So she put you up this…did you really want to give me my book back, or?” You grew hurt at the thought that he might’ve only wanted to talk to you because of Alisa.

“Y/n it’s not like that okay. Alisa has nothing to do with this okay. I did want to talk to you. I do want to talk to you. I have for a while now.” Charlie nodded. He reached forward to grab a hold of your hands. “I wouldn’t do that to someone I like.” 

“You like me?” You gaped at him.

“Was that kiss not obvious?” Charlie squinted his eyes and tilted his head. You ended up laughing.

“I don’t know...I think you were just trying to get me to stop talking, since you know, I do tend to talk way more than I shou-” Charlie chuckled, reaching forward to cup your face and kiss you again. You were more than happy to stop talking and let your lips mold together perfectly. You didn’t think someone’s lips could be so soft, feel so good, and taste so sweet. You smiled into the kiss as Charlie tugged you closer by the waist. You pulled back. “Okay I think I’m convinced now.” You nodded, feeling blissful and happy.

“You sure?” Charlie teased. “I can try and make it more obvious. I have other methods.” Charlie suggested. He smirked as he leaned forward to brush his lips against your ear causing a shiver to run up your back. 

“Oh.” Your eyes widened. “Maybe I can just talk your ear off again.” You bit your lip. “I have enough knowledge to share that will last you a lifetime. Did you know that stars die every-” 

“Nope shhh.” Charlie cut you off placing his lips on yours again.

“But I-” You began.

“No.” Charlie pecked you sweetly. “No.” He shook his head.

“Fine, but one day you’re gonna need to know about how stars die, and you’re gonna end up regretting not letting me tell you.”

Charlie pondered the idea for a second then brushed it off. “No, I don’t think I will.” He smiled. “Come on, let's get you home now.” He let you lean on him as you walked forward with your good leg.

“Oh!” You exclaimed half way to his jeep. “I know about hockey!” 

“No, Y/n no!” Charlie protested.

“Did you know that the first organized hockey game played indoors, which just so happened to occur in eighteen seventy-five, in Montreal, Canada.” You smiled at Charlie who looked just about ready to let you walk home.

“Did not know that…”

“Also the first puck used during outdoor hockey in the eighteen hundreds was made of frozen cow dung. Way to go Charlie, that’s an innocent cow you’re hitting around.” You said sarcastically. 

“Alright that’s it!” Charlie chuckled as he picked you up bridal style and carried you the rest of the way to his car.

“I kind of like this.” You approved as you patted his chest with your glove.

“I will drop you.” Charlie warned, eyeing you.

“Ooh I know, we can discuss ways to efficiently improve your speed while on the ice. I’m thinking…Longer skating strides which will widen your strides. For acceleration, nothing compares to short off-ice sprints, you could use the improvement, so can Alex…Let’s see, are you using the right equipment? Less equipment use will mean for you to be faster during practices. Your workouts should incorporate explosive movement of your body. It’s about building strength, not slowing down the process.” You squint your eyes trying to think about what else you knew. “Are you eating alright?” You looked up at Charlie who was staring at you with his mouth agape and disbelief.

“Did you just call me slow?” He gaped at you with furrowed brows.

“No...” You looked away.

“Uh huh.” Charlie rolled his eyes.

“Oh I know!”

“No!” Charlie finally got to his car and gently set you down. Just as you were about to speak again he pulled you into a rough slow kiss. This one lasting longer. “Shut up…” Charlie gasped for air before taking your lower lip and biting into it. 

“I’ll shut up now...” You breathed out, closing your eyes, feeling dizzy.

#charlie gillespie x reader #charlie gillespie imagines #charlie gillespie oneshot #charlie gillespie #charlie gillespie imagine #charlie gillespie x fem!reader #my gif #writings by juls

[jamnotjam]

Relieving some stress

b.sk x reader

Being a idol is stressful, but when you have such a amazing partner, relieving stress is easy

Rating: smut

word count: 762

Warnings: sub!seungkwan, soft dom!reader, AFAB reader, pet play, reader calls sk kitty, sk calls reader noona, handjob, shoulder massage, eventual smut

"You cheated on me with my best friend?! How dare you!"

"Honey, its not what it looks like! Really!"

You gasp

This k-drama you found at the bottom of Netflix's list is really juicy, kinda cheesy, but interesting none the less.

You picked up a habit of watching shows on netflix while your boyfriend is gone, its rare you get to see each other often, he is apart of a pretty big kpop group, and between the scheduals and tours, hes pretty much out the door as soon as he wakes up and in bed as soon as he gets home. Its lonely, thats true, but you love him, and always support him as long as hes happy.

Right when the girl throws her cheater boyfriends clothes out the window in the drama your watching, your boyfriend walks in the front door.

You turn your head in his direction, eyes still fixed to the tv

“Welcome home, hun”

“Hey…” he grumbles

You look at him, a frown forming on your face, he seems tired

“Whats wrong, kwannie?”

Seungkwan gets a apple from the kitchen and plops on the couch next to you, he sighs

“Practice was hard today”

You frown and rub his shoulder lightly

“Im sorry, honey, is there anything i can do to help?”

He looks at you with puppy dog eyes

“Can you give me a back massage? Please noona…”

You chuckle lighly

“Of course”

You move behind him, pushing his butt to the edge of the couch. You grip his shoulders and rub lightly, he sighs in relief, his head falling back and landing on your shoulder.

“Did you guys at least make some progress with the choreography today?” you say as you rub the sweet spot on his back

“Y-yes..” his words fade into a moan

You both freeze, did he just moan? It wasnt a normal massage moan either, you look down and see a growing bulge in his pants, you scoff.

“Kitty…this is really turning you on?”

He opens his eyes and looks at you

“Y-yes noona…im sorry” he looks to the ground

You chuckle, popping random boners isnt a unusual thing for him, but its always adorable to see him embarrassed cause of it

“Its okay, noona will take care of you, youve had a stressful day”

You rub his arms and pull his body flush against yours, you start running your hands down his body, he shivers

“Noona..~” he whines

“Dont be impatient, kitty”

Your hand arrives at his crotch, and he gives a pathetic whine, he squirms at the slightest touch, you slowly unbutton his pants and send your hand into them, he groans. You rub your hand on his already hard cock

“Kitty…your so hard, it mustve hurt straining against your jeans”

“I-it did…noona” he moans

“Take off your pants for noona”

He scrambles to pull his pants down, along with his boxers, he sits back in your lap.

“Good boy”

You continue your rubbing on his cock, his moans steadily pouring out of his mouth

“Mmh, baby, im barely touching you and your moaning so much”

You whisper against his ear, he shivers

“Such a whore for your noona”

As you say that you start stroking him, he moans loudly, his body tensing, hes close to cumming

“Dont cum unless i tell you”

He nods, is head falls onto your shoulder, his face contorting in pleasure and you continue your strokes, you kiss him gently, swallowing his moans.

Your strokes get faster and his moans get louder, you pull away from the kiss and look at him.

He pants

“N-noona…please..please!”

You chuckle and stop your strokes, he groans

“Please what? Use your words”

“Please~ please let me cum”

You smile and continue your strokes, he moans loudly

“Go ahead kitty, you deserve it”

He moans, his body tossing and turning in your lap, when finally, you feel is cock twitch in your hand and hos body stiffing. His hot load spilling all over your hand and his sweatshirt. You tsk

“Kitty, you made a mess”

He pants, body limp and eyes closed

“I-i…”

Is the only words he can muster

“Its okay kitty, lets go to bed, yeah?”

He looks at you and nod, you lift his body up as much as you can and gets his underwear, you help him back into them and pick his pants off the ground. You two go to your room and he collapses on bed, you smile and lay the blanket on him

“Goodnight, kitty”

“Goodnight noona…i love you”

“I love you too”

Feedback appreciated!

#seventeen #seventeen fanfic #seungkwan #boo seungkwan #seungkwan smut #boo seungkwan smut #seventeen smut #sub!seventeen #sub!seungkwan

[daisiesconstellation]

Feels Like A Warm Hug (pt. 1)

It was raining in Manila.

It hadn’t been raining for a while, so Josh could really feel how the earth welcomed the pouring water from sky above.

Smelled divine, if you asked Josh.

Josh really tried to enjoy the precious free time from his seemingly never ending schedules. He was standing on the balcony of his condo, hands on the balcony’s railings, staring mindlessly onto the street below.

Admiring droplets of water rushed onto the ground pulled by the force of gravity, drenching people on the street with no mercy.

“I really hope those people find warmth soon, the rain seems cold.” Josh mused to himself.

Well, everyone deserved warmth, even those who weren’t dripping wet out there with the rain.

“-speaking of warmth”, Josh turned his body to face the inside of his condo, and-

He despised how cold and gloomy his personal space were.

Well, the place was quiet well-decorated. you could see touches of Josh’s personality here and there, from the gaming slash working station which was his favourite corner, to the musical instruments he placed right behind his gaming chair which was actually rarely being used by him, to the bedroom he so very loved (hey, it wasn’t his fault he’s such a sleepyhead) and finally to the other rooms in his condo which he didn’t really care about like kitchen, bathroom, and yadda yadda-

-it just felt empty.

Josh clucked his tongue, “Why the hell did I suddenly being emo out of nowhere? Did the rain really pull my melancholy side out?” he thought while entering his condo and slid the door close with an unnecessary bang.

He headed to his gaming chair and sat himself down. He stared into nothing for a good minute. Then he shuddered suddenly, feeling cold.

He turned his gaming chair to face the balcony,

“Huh, I had closed the door, so why is it so damn cold here? Did I forget to turn the AC off?” he thought to himself while searching for the said AC’s remote control.

While busy flipping his furniture upside down looking for the device, a knock could be heard.

Josh whipped his head so hard he got dizzy, “Guest?” he asked himself.

The knocking continued. Josh quickly stumbled to his front door and opened it-

“Ken?!”

“Heya, there.”

Ken was standing in front of Josh’s front door soaking wet like a drowning rat with his blonde hair plastered to his forehead. He smiled a crooked smile to Josh, and Josh just realised he was only wearing his sleeveless white shirt and a denim, which wasn’t ideal for this weather honestly.

“What are you doing out there wearing that in this weather? And where the hell were you from?” Josh exclaimed.

Ken invited himself into the condo and went straight to the bathroom, leaving wet trails behind him, “Can we chit chat later? I’m kinda freezing my butt off here.” he closed the bathroom door.

Josh opened his mouth wide in shock, “Felip Jhon! You’re making a mess!” he yelled at his bandmate.

No answers from inside the bathroom, so Josh just went to get a rag from his kitchen to clean the mess that Ken just left behind.

Ken took his sweet time in the bathroom God knows doing what while Josh just sat there on the sofa after finished with his guest’s rudeness induced trouble. He huffed and puffed waiting for his friend to come out of the bathroom.

Then, suddenly the said friend came out from the bathroom wearing only Josh’s towel and only that.

Josh tried to avert his gaze anywhere but to his bandmate’s glistening caramel skinned chest, “Where on earth were you from, Ken?” he asked the very first question he deemed important.

Ken smiled sheepishly, “Well, you know we got no schedules today. When I was feeding Kuro this morning I realised kuro almost out of treats. So, because I’m kinda bored, I went to get the snacks by myself. And I decided to go the pet shop on feet, y’know, because I’m bored.” he explained innocently.

“Huh? Then why were you soaking wet?”

“Ah, that. I.. I kinda lost my way back to my apartment. Not that good with maps.” Ken shrugged. “And then it suddenly rains.”

Josh internally facepalmed himself. “But then how did you end up in my condo?”

Ken stood still, “Um.. can i borrow your clothes first? I’m kinda turning into ice statue here.” he said while visibly shivering.

“Oh shoot, I forgot he was butt naked in my living room with towel only.” he blushed with the sudden realization.

Josh quickly went to his bedroom to pick an oversized t-shirt and sweatpants that would fit Ken and then back to his living room.

He then tossed them to his friend, “I’m sorry, I forgot your clothes were basically a wet laundry now.” said Josh while sitting down.

After changing into his smaller friend’s clothes, Ken sat on the sofa beside Josh. He rubbed his hand together to ignite some heat into his body.

Josh noticed it and remembered his early activity of searching for the AC controller. “I'm so sorry, it’s freezing, isn’t it? I think I forgot to turn off the damn AC and I lost the remote control. Can you help me find it?” he asked Ken.

Ken just nodded and followed Josh’s step of turning all of his furniture inside out to try to find the lost device.

“Hey, Josh.” called Ken.

Josh was busy peeking under his sofa, “Yeah?”

“I don’t think your AC is on.”

Josh frowned.

He looked up to his AC unit and, “What? It wasn’t on this whole time? Then why is it so cold here?” Josh was visibly confused.

“The rain, I guess. And your condo is always cold every time I came here, so probably it’s just how your condo is.”

Josh suddenly remember the unanswered question he had asked.

“You haven’t answered me yet. How did you end up in my condo if you can’t read maps that well?” he asked suspiciously.

Ken just sat his butt on the sofa, “I don’t know, maybe your address is just easier for me to find. Hey, just sit over here, will you? You looked cold.” said Ken while patting the empty space beside him.

Josh hesitantly sat. It was unusual for Ken to be this caring to him. Josh kinda used to their maangas persona, you know, not really all that soft bromance or whatever. But of course, he was close with Ken. He was the member who he always sat next to on their van. So Josh didn’t understand why he felt like something was different this time when Ken asked him to sit next to him.

“Is my condo that easy to find or-“ Josh was cut off by Ken’s sudden movement.

Ken was huddling closer to him until their shoulders and arms touched, “Body heat. Or else I'm gonna freeze to death, the rain is still going and seems like it’s not gonna stop anytime soon.” said Ken blatantly like it’s common knowledge.

Josh was blushing hard. Like he said before, Josh and Ken were close, but not the kind of close like Josh with Stell who accept his hugs like sponge to water. Or like Josh with Justin who he treated like his baby because of their age gap. Or like Josh with Pablo who loves to give sweet encouragement words to his bandmate.

Ken was just… different.

Not in a bad way, of course. But there was just something in the way both of them interact with each other that screams awkward but also familiar. It was like they try not to get too close but also want to get closer at the same time. Josh really couldn’t explain it.

It was confusing, to say the least.

Josh tried to relax and let his body get used to their position. Ken was right, he could feel the warmth from Ken’s body permeated onto his cold arms.

“You’re so warm.”

“Told you.”

“Hm.”

Josh played with his sweater cuffs, trying to pull it down to cover his cold little fingers for some warmth. He didn’t know why his condo was this cold all of the sudden, the rain is really raining, he guessed.

“Is it cold?” Ken asked.

“What?” Josh asked back.

“Your fingers.” Ken stated.

“Uh, yeah. I really don’t know why is it so cold, I mean you’re the one who got rained but you’re warm.” Josh scratched his head, confused.

After two seconds passed not answering Josh’s words, Ken suddenly grabbed his hands and held it in his much bigger hands.

Josh squeaked in surprise. He stared at their joined hands, “Is this really necessary?”

“What? Your’e cold, I’m trying to be a good guest here.” Ken smirked.

Josh blushed. Damn it, he had been blushing since Ken stepped his ass into his condo. The rain really is something, huh? It was making tricks inside Josh’s brain (or so he thought).

After a long pause, Ken inhaled so deep Josh could feel it.

“Do you want anything to drink?” asked Josh.

Ken shook his head saying no to the offer.

“Josh.”

“Hm?”

“I memorized your address, I don't even really memorize mine.”

Josh frowned at the sudden confession, “Huh?”

Ken sat himself straight and then moved facing Josh.

”Do you remember how many times I had come here?” Ken asked.

“Many times?” Josh answered, confused.

“Yeah. That’s how I memorized your address. By coming here so often.”

Josh tried to think about it.

“Still though, it doesn’t explain why you’re here right now.”

Ken scratched his head. He inhaled and then exhaled, as if being frustrated over something.

“To be honest, I’ve never really had reason to come here.”

“Huh?”

“I came here just because I wanted to be here. Every time. I just... want to see you.” Ken said, with a shaky breath.

“Even when you came here on Christmas 2 years ago?”

Ken held Josh’s hand tighter.

“Yeah. I just wanted to be here back then.”

“Why? You like this condo?” Josh joked.

Ken chuckled. “What if I said I like the person who owns it?”

Josh froze.

[elenavampire21]

Warning: no under 18 do not read 🔞 mentions of sexual activity. Dick of a boss. Swearing

Summary: one day you were late for work because your daughter was sick and later on in the night you catch a certain Mr Cruise’s eyes.

@worldofheroes @helloitstsyu @love2write2626 @elenavampire21

Strained

You stand at the bottom of the stairs “Ella come on baby you’ve got nursery soon and mommy’s got to go into work.

Ella walks down the stairs pale white and sweating “mummy I don’t feel well.” You put a hand on her head she’s super burning.

“Okay baby you can stay off but I’m gonna need to take you to work because Katie your babysitter is busy.”

You quickly grab you apron, coat , bag and keys and carry Ella into the car and heads off to work.

Bill is giving a rundown of today’s events

“Oh love of you to remember you actually have a job and you’re working today no who the hell is that y/n it’s not a nursery get somebody to that away.”

You stay cuddling Ella and clench your fist

“I’m so sorry bill that I’m late, my daughter Ella isn’t feeling well and her babysitter is really really busy.”

Bill is pretending to mock you speaking with his hands “y/n I don’t care about daughter or that her babysitter is busy just put that thing in the back”

Hannah your other waitress and best friend took Ellen into her arms whilst you got sorted.

“Hey girl so you’re not feeling well what hurst.”

Ella shakes her head “nothing hurts just very hot and really tired.”

Hannah takes Ella into the back and lays her on the couch pulls a blanket over her. “You stay here and sleep me and mummy will keep checking in on you okay”.

You and Hannah walks back and listens to bill explaining there’s a massive film star coming tonight. He gives everyone the easy jobs then dismissed the other to go start their jobs.

Hannah was busy setting up the bar and getting glasses and ice and checking all the drinks were stocked up.

Bill glares at you “ugh since you were stupidly late I need to the sweep the front collect even fag butt you see and any leaves pick them up. You were about to say something when bill got up and said “save it for someone who actually cares.” He headed into his office.

You felt like crying but thought no you’re better than that heading into the back to grab the sweeping brush you smiled seeing Ella sleeping. You walked outside and was hut with a big gust of freezing wind. Slowly you began sweeping the leaves and doing the tedious task of picking up every single fag butt you were unaware of how long you’ve been doing this stupid task.

Tom’s private car had stopped outside and his personal driver walked to open his door

He got out and concernedly looked at you

He felt hurtful for whoever mean being gave you the shit job. He walked in got seated at a private table.

Hannah walked over and gave Tom and his party menu’s “hi I’m Hannah I’ll be one of your waitresses my friend will always be helping, can I get you any drinks to start off with” they gave Hannah their drinks orders

After finishing the tedious task you pulled open the doors and was shivering walking past the bar and gives Hannah a smile puts the sweeping brush back and checks on your daughter then goes to see Hannah.

“So what else needs doing please no sweeping I’m bloody freezing”.

Hannah nudges you “babe check who’s in the booth next to the back he’s your type”.

You pretend to get something from the other side of the bar and glance over and your’s and Tom’s eyes lock and the corner of your mouth turns and you give him a smile.

Your still smiling at Tom when your daughter came out “mummy I thirsty” you gently pick Ella up “you want a water or juice how the fever” places a hand on Ella’s head she’s not burning you place Ella down.

when bill comes out of his office “I thought I told you to keep that away in the back no drinks or it’s coming straight outta your pay and don’t think your waiting and getting tips from Mr Cruises table your cleaning toilet but there’s an extremely messy table full of kids clear their plates and hopefully they’ll get lost.”

Signing you head over to table of families and child’s “hey guy how was everything for

You can I get you anything else tea,coffee puddings.” The dad smiles “no thank you could we get the check please and I’m extremely sorry you’re being treated like this”.

You’re to emotionally you just nodded and headed to the kitchen for cleaning walking out you headed to Hannah she gave you the check for table 20 and she handed Ella a small apple juice carton.

Hannah was busy at the bar and yelled “y/n babe can you bring these drinks to mr cruises table please you’ll be a doll”.

You walked up to the bar after giving table 20 their check picking the tray of drinks you headed to Tom’s booth “good evening guys how’s thing’s , good I’ve got your drinks sorry my friend Hannah she’s buy at the bar”.

You slowly hand out their drinks you turn round to see Ella sweating you automatically kneel down and strokes her hair “hey baby, your sweating did the apple juice not work”.

Bill comes to check on Tom’s tablet he huffs “y/n I told you to leave that thing in the back and that you have absolutely no reason to be waiting on Mr cruises table I told you no tips go kick table 20 out their starting to annoy the others.”

Tom looks at you and is seriously surprised your this cool and haven’t snapped at him he’s treating you like shit calling your daughter a thing and he can see your exhausted and probably not had a decent meal.

Gently taking Ella’s hand you walk her into the back and puts up her hand saying can she just have five minutes Hannah knew and shook her head and put both hands up indicating take 10 minutes you mouthed *thank you*

Laying Ella down you softly and gently stroke her hair watching her sleep you automatically start crying quietly placing a hand over your mouth not wanting to worry Hannah or Ella your unaware someone is standing by the door Tom softly walks in “ehm y/n is it”.

Jumping and instantly wiping your eyes “mr cruise you know this is only for staff right if my boss found out you were back here he’d fire me like a shot”

Tom walked and kneeled in front of your daughter. “She’s gorgeous just like her mom, why do you let him treat you like that and why do you think it’s appropriate form him to talk about you and your daughter it’s disgusting. Does your daughters

Father not help you.”

Turning to look at a peaceful sleeping Ella then look at Tom “thank you for complimenting my daughter, Tom the reason I let him treat me like that and say horrible things about my daughter is because it’s the only good paying job I’ve got and as for her father he ditched us after I told him I was pregnant with Ella.”

Tom gently took both your hands in his “after your shift is finished come round to this address and bring Ella too.” He hands you a piece of paper with his personal address he gets up and is about to walk back to his table when he spins back round and walks straight up to you cupping your face and he lands his softly on yours passionately kissing you.

You pull back and smile “what was that for your going to get me in so much trouble

Mr cruise” automatically pulls him back kissing him then pats his ass “know get out of here”

Tom walks out the back and he pretends he’s came back from the bathroom and decides to get the check.

Hannah walks over and places the check down and walks off you come out from back and bites your lip when tom glances at you.

Bill takes the check and friendly chats to toms agents and managers whilst walking to the door. Tom walks past you and winks then he lays something on the table whispers “it’s a tip for you and Hannah, hopefully see you and Ella soon”. He walks out

Finally you thought your shift was finished you headed into the back to grab your bag and carry a tired Ella to drive to Tom’s house.

Bill walks through the back excuse me where do you think your going after being extremely late you can stay back clean ever single toilet and take the over flowing food recycling out.

Hannah shook her head “bill what the fuck is it with you treating y/n like shit if you’re too dumb to see she’s got a poorly sick daughter and a single mother, actually bill you know what stick your job I quite.” She storms and grabs her coat and bag.

You’re carrying Ella and you also pull your apron and throws it at him “listen bill it’s seriously hard being a single mom this is the only good paying job but I’m starting to regret it. I quit oh Hannah did you get your tip from Tom”.

Bill looks at you both “I pacifically told you

Not to wait on Tom’s table it would only be Hannah you brought that thing in here”.

You heavy breath out “bill you treat me like utter shit you disrespect my beautiful daughter by calling her a thing you don’t care her babysitter is busy. Tom come through into the back to see how I was and my daughter so yeah I fucking quit”.

Hannah smiles and hands your coat and bag and passes your tip and the three of you walk off. “Oh Hannah I forgot to tell you whilst tom was in the back he kissed me.”

She turns round and gasps “shut up thee tom cruise did not kiss you told you he’s your type so where am I dropping you off”.

You smirk and give Hannah a piece of paper with Tom’s address she playfully hits you

“Ugh you little minx you’re staying at Tom’s come on then let’s go then.

She finally drops you off at Tom’s, he’s waiting at the open door. “Y/n, Ella how you feeling Ella”.

He shows you to a spare room where you gently place Ella into the bed where she automatically falls asleep again.

You drop your back onto a chair and tom Instantly pulls your coat off and hangs it up before walking up behind you and giving you a cuddle and he softly kisses your neck.

“Tom you’ve only just met me today why do you wanna help me and Ella we’re not a charity chase.” You place your hands over his

He keeps kissing your neck “mmmh babe you’re not a charity case just don’t like how bill treated you and Ella”.

You spine round to face Tom “well me and Hannah quit our jobs and thank you for the tips how can I ever repay you”.

Tom smirks “why don’t you stay forever and let’s have dinner and that’s my girl oh you won’t be sleeping with Ella you’ll be with me fancy a little bit of fun later”.

You grin “excuse me mr cruise what do you take me for, mmmh let’s forget dinner and go straight to the fun” you gently push Tom making him walk backwards.

Tom falls back and grabs your hips and makes you straddle him “hello beautiful god I wanted to fuck you as soon as our eyes met.”

You slowly remove your top and whisper “why didn’t you mr cruise whilst we were in the back”. Slowly you start kissing his neck

Tom groan and he rips his shirt off and quickly flips you onto your back “It would be seriously inappropriate to fuck Ella’s mother in front of her now wouldn’t it.”

You wrap your arms round Tom’s neck “so you were going to fuck me in front of my daughter what’s stopping us now”.

Tom removes your trousers and panties then makes quick work on removing his

“Wait how should we do this with protection or without”.

You wrapped your hand around his hard cock and pumped it and sucked his finger “mmmh without need to feel you buried deep inside me”.

Tom spits on his hand collecting some saliva and begins to rub your pussy getting you clit walls wet as Tom’s passionately kissing you and he gently slips a finger into your all ready wet clit.

You’re gripping the back of the couch and moans against the kiss pulling back for air you stroke Tom’s face “ugh ugh tom fuck, I need you inside me.”

Tom curls and pumps his fingers inside you thrust faster and harder. “Sssh baby we’ve got the whole night you will eventually get my cock deep inside you”.

As Tom continues to finger you and sucking on one of your nipples you groan as you instantly feel your stomach tighten. Ugh ugh fuck Tom I’m gonna I’m gonna cum”.

Tom gives one last thrust and curl and you automatically cum all down and over his fingers he pulls them out and sucks them clean.

You’re instantly pull onto Tom’s chest as he’s wrapped both arms round you both breathing heavily. “Mmmh I enjoyed that can we just cuddle before we begin round two.

Tom smiles and kisses your head “of course we can cuddle like I said we have the whole night to fuck baby I don’t know what it is but suddenly i’m madly in love with you.”

There was a tiny whimper and crying heard upstairs “mummy, mummy I feel sick”. You look at Tom and instantly grab his shirt and run upstairs and into the spare bedroom and finds a little bin “it’s okay baby you be sick in this.” You crawl into bed with Ella and softly rub her back.

Tom walks upstairs in spare clothes and has a cold cloth and water. “Hey miss Ella you not feeling well I’ve got you water and a cloth of your head. I’ll leave you and mummy alone for a bit I’m gonna make a tiny pot of Mac and cheese for whenever you’re hungry.”

As Tom walks out and brings all the ingredients and starts making dinner he sips on a glass of wine he’s poured for himself he was so busy he didn’t hear you coming up behind him until a pair of arms wrapped around him. “Mmmh thank you for bringing Ella a water and a cloth that smells good.” You gently kiss down Tom’s neck.

He slowly moans and feels instantly hard “darling I’m trying to make dinner for us that’s not helping I know what you’re doing.”

He looks over his shoulder and passionately kisses and you both begin aggressively sucking each other’s tongues, Tom switches the hob ring off and picks you up and sits you on the counter top and he slowly lined his cock and slips it inside you and begins rutting his hip “huh this what you wanted daddy to fuck you on the counter because his baby girl couldn’t wait any longer for daddy’s cock.”

You grip Tom’s shoulders and thrust faster and you also rut your hips both of you arch your backs and throws heads back and cum at the same time screaming both names. Tom pulls out of you whimpers because you enjoyed him instead you. He grabs a cloth and cleans you both then returns to making dinner but gives you the occasional kiss.

You stay on the counter watching and occasionally kissing Tom you smile “Tom can I say something it might sound mad and way way to early but I love you”.

Tom turns off the hob as dinner is ready and he walks in between your legs and holds your waist “never it doesn’t sound mad or way way to early because I love you too and I love Ella like my daughter.”

Soon there’s a sound of tiny feet coming down the stairs, tom helps you off the counter and you grab a bowl and spoon some Mac and cheese.

Tom notices Ella and gently picks her up

“Hey you feeling any better, hungry will I ask mummy to make you a small bowl”. He doesn’t realise but he instantly kisses Ella’s head she cutely snuggles into the neap of toms neck. “Yes please just a little bowl.”

You turn around after hearing Ella “hi baby I was just about to bring this up to you,

Getting some cuddles for Tom I see you look very comfortable in his arms”.

Tom kisses Ella’s head and gently places her down onto the chair and you place the small bowl in front of Ella walking back you grab another two bowls and spoons the food into each one.

You and Tom go to sit down with Ella but you pull Tom in for a quick cuddle he smiles.

“Baby you’re gonna have to wait until later your daughter is in the room.”

You passionately kiss Tom “listen I wanna ask you something else it’s actually to do with Ella you know how her useless excuse of a father ditched us “I was wondering if you’d maybe like to adopt Ella as your daughter.”

Tom looks happy and worried he gently kneels down beside Ella’s chair “what do you say kiddo, Ella would you like me to become your new daddy.

Ella smiles hugely and jumps into cuddling Tom. “Yay you’re the best daddy ever not like my other one you actually love mommy and your house is huge can the room I’m in be my bedroom.”

You and tom both laugh and Tom’s cuddling you. “Don’t know sweetheart it’s up to Tom to agree or not”

Tom smiles “of course it can darling we can even paint it a different colour get stickers whatever you want.” Ella goes back to eating.

You smirk and lean into whisper “does that mean I can move in and share a bed with daddy because I’ve got a lot of fun and making up to do”. Your mouth opens and your eyeing Tom’s crotch becomes he’s became even more hard.

After dinner all three of you is curled up watching a movie your laying on Tom’s chest and Ella’s cuddling you. Through out the movie you and Tom occasionally glance at each other you feel Tom’s hand slipping into the front of his shirt that you’re wearing and squeezes your tit.

Ella moves and both you and Tom can hear little snores you manage to shuffle out of Tom’s cuddle and carry’s a sleeping Ella upstairs to her new bedroom.

Slowly walking out of Ella’s bedroom your automatically get pulled into Tom’s bedroom and gently pushes down onto the bed your growl and get up. “Sit down Tom you fucked me in the kitchen now it’s my turn I wanna ride you.” You slowly crawl onto the bed and takes Tom’s cock and pumps it before sliding down onto it.

“Ugh ugh fuck Tom i love you, I really love you, god you feel fucking amazing”. Your gently at first bounce up and down Tom’s cock both your mouths are open and moaning tom pulls and lays down on his back “oh baby yes yes ride daddy’s cock if she behaves and manages to make daddy cum she might be rewarded”.

You slide off Tom’s cock and turns so her back is facing tom she then slammed’s down onto his cock which makes tom grunt he sits up and wraps arms tightly holding her stomach and he softly and gently bites her shoulder they both instantly get that tell tail sign their about to hit their highs.

You slam your hips on last time again Tom’s cock and you feel tom moan against your shoulder and you both release your warm liquid cum. Rolling off Tom’s cock you turn and face him heavily breathing same as tom once he eventually gets his breath back.

“Now I promised you a reward if you could make daddy cum.” He leans over and opens his bedside table and takes out a big box’s and a little box.

You look at tom “baby you didn’t need to spend money on me, I’m happy I’ve got the guy I love a proper father for my daughter.”

You begin opening the big box to reveal a sparkly real diamond necklace and earrings to match. “Fuck sake Tom I can’t take this it’s too much.”

Tom smiles “I wanted to treat the girls I love oi you’re not the only one that gets a real diamond necklace and earrings Ella gets a kids one, now open the second one”.

You open the second little box to reveal a red diamond engagement ring. “Fucking hell Tom it’s gorgeous nobody’s ever been this nice to me and Ella we’ve always been treated like shit.”

Tom shuffles in the bed and manages to get onto one knee. “Oh y/n the day my eyes landed on you outside that so called job of your I felt sorry and pissed off the shit boss treats our daughter like shit. Please do me the honour of marrying me because the sex we keep having is fucking amazing.”

You shake your head and takes the ring out and smiles and motions to the ring then your finger. “Well is daddy actually going to put the ring on my finger and it’s a yes and as for the sex it’s gonna get more mind blowing.

[silvanoir]

Drove work friend home today,

and will be doing so on Mondays for the rest of the year. Only 4 more working Mondays after this, maybe in January too, Mondays only. Because last Monday his usual ride didn't pick him up and left him to freeze in the parkinglot for 3 hours, until the security guard took pity and drove him home.

He doesn't have his own car because he can't afford one ... in debt due to identity theft. He used to have a work truck some years ago but it was sold without his permission... used to do light construction but someone stole and sold off most of his tools... guy has the worst luck.

AND he was sick the first 3 hrs of work, kept having to run to the bathroom, but didn't want to go home because he needs every bit of money he can get.

And on the way in I heard him saying to his ride to that "I'm not a bad guy! I don't ask for much..." (I didn't want to butt into that so I kept walking by, though I agree, he's NOT a bad guy and he doesn't ask for much.... he's never asked anything of me, I've freely offered... and he's sheepish in even accepting any help). He's sleeping on a couch, doesn't even have his own room, and another person he lives with who does nothing all day and is on unemployment wants to watch TV until 10pm, which is a problem, since we have to be in work by 3 am. He NEEDS his own bedroom, some space of his own where he can shut the door, work on his craft projects and music, get some SLEEP, but I can't help him with that.

My guest room is occupied by my elderly disabled father who has a caregiver during the day. My bedroom is MY room. So all I have is a livingroom couch.... so same situation PLUS... we're friends but only close friends as of this year and it would be a BAD LOOK to invite a guy from work with no transportation to live with me lol (after he gets out of debt he's going to save up for a used motorcycle, good luck to him). Plus I don't want to be the one to drive him around all the time either.

Bad enough he said on the way out to someone asking where he was going "I'm going home with Charlene" NOOOOO bad way to phrase it! You're not going to my home with me, I'm driving you to YOUR home (as much as it is a home, dwelling may be more accurate). We already thwarted rumors over the summer, I don't want to go through that again! but his mind doesn't work that way, when I told him "That's how rumors get started" he said "Like the Fleetwood Mac album" and then the conversation went off on tangents like it always does with us.

On the way home I stopped for bagels, because I always stop for bagels on Monday, and as I said to him "I used to bring bagels to you, now I'm bringing you to bagels". Bought him a bagel and a coffee, and a bagel and green tea for me, and we sat and talked about vintage toys, old cartoons, and Godzilla. He kept apologizing for not having money or a car to take me out, and I told him don't worry about it. I'm helping because I want to (I hate seeing nice people suffer. He does too).

Plus he is doing little things to help me back. I don't remember if I mentioned, but he fixed both my bicycles. And is currently fixing a broken watch (the clock part is fine, the fastener on the strap is broken and I don't want to replace the strap because it's this pale blue-green cotton I'd never find again, he builds models and is very good and piecing together things so he'll figure it out). And he's going to help me with some small fixes on the house and yardwork.

Despite falling on hard times he IS a good guy... we were talking about Thanksgiving, not a favorite holiday for either of us, especially since he has social anxiety.... he has to go to 4 different relatives' houses and doesn't want to (his family is kinda messed up and they've done more to hurt than help him)... he said he'd rather go volunteer in a soup kitchen or something like that. So I don't mind helping him because I know if he had the ability he'd been the one helping other people, but right now he's the one who needs help.

#work friend #long post

[stormblessed95]

Winter Package 2021 Part 2

My thoughts and commentary as I watch Winter Package 2021 part 2! There is only the one making DVD in this package (107 minutes long). The other part of this was just the photobook and extra merch. Reminder that these are just my thoughts, it's not very organized. You get me typing it out as I go like I'm reacting to a friend. Somewhat like a bullet point format in a way. Love these packages! You can read Part 1 here. Part 2 will cover the end of Day 2 and day 3 of this trip.

Day 2 diaries of the day is where I'll start this post. Which is where i left off post 1. Namjin did theirs together. Jin talked about the beauty of the mountains and the river he saw. Namjoon talked about how relaxing and wonderful yoga was. Namjins cute high-five at the end. Jikook did theirs together too. Their whole thing.... was just.... so soft. The tones of voices. Jimin asking JK for praise on his drawing and saying the thing he did well today was protecting Jungkookie. Jimin helping JK with his phrasing on his diary about enjoying the beer tasting. Lol their soft little laughs the whole time. Their tone of voice and low key flirting when Jimin asked for help up and JK teasing him. Lol it's always them!! Tae talked about loving being in the snow even though it was cold. Yoongi talked about enjoying his time at the brewery and recommended going there for ARMY too. Hobi talked about loving both the ski slopes and ziplining today.

And officially ending the day off with some more self cams before bed! Jin talked about how much he actually enjoyed ziplining and yoga! How much fun he had! Tae shares about how he is ending his day with snacks and a movie in his hotel room. That he had a good time with the members doing yoga and wishes army a happy new year. Jimin talked about how tired he was, but how happy he was having Suga back with the group for filming. How everyone during filming were a lot more excitable and happy now that he was back with them 😭🥺 and how happy he was getting to just talk beer with Suga. Lol he also says he is a little tipsy from just drinking all the beer. 😂 He explains again his exhaustion and says goodnight. And he did his whole little vlog and getting ready go sleep while wearing the sweater that JK had been wearing the entire day. 🥺🥺🥺 JK starts his vlog with the cutest fluffy hair and brushing his teeth. Also totally missing his sweater and only wearing the white shirt we saw underneath it. Lol and we basically just watch JK brush his teeth and he says he had a good time today. 😂 Post over Jimin wearing JKs sweater here:

Day 3 kicks off with a JK self cam for apologizing for falling asleep instead of finishing his self cam last night. Lol Jhope calls Jikook over from where they were congregating with staff to start the shoot snd JK just complains about wanting a bathroom. Lol with Hobi replying the whole place is a bathroom 😭😂 The third shoot takes place at a sheep ranch!3J playing soccer together during the break from their indivual shoots before their unit one! They were so cold but all laughing so much!

Tae's solo shoot with the sheep in the background might be my favorite from this day though too. So pretty! TaeJin trying to hide behind bales of hay to shelter from the wind while waiting for their turn to shoot. Lol everyone freezing their butts off! Lol both minimoni fascinated by all the wind turbines. And Tae trying to help Hobi by warming up his ears with his hands for him. And Hobi singing his thanks to Tae with "where's my angelllll....." precious babies. Tae trying to hide behind JK from the wind. Who hides behind Jin. Who hides behind Namjoon. Who wasn't as amused as the other 3 by it all 😂🤣

They then move inside a lodge for the next photoshoot and they have Polaroids everywhere from the LAST winter package. Which is so cute. Where they did units of taegimin and hopekooknamjin. JK was so cuddly in those unit shoots please 😭 and their last shoot of the day looked so cozy and cuddly with all of them. Really so cute.

They all then went out for a nice dinner together too. Namjin cute playful bickering. Maknae line all very focused on eating. Lol jikook next to each other at dinner again! Back to the diaries at the end of Day 3, vmin do theirs together. Tae wrote about how it was very cloudy and windy and the sheep. Jimin wrote about the turbines and that he got a lot of sleep. Suga wrote about how windy and cold it was. Hopekook did theirs together. JK wrote about how he loved winter and how good dinner was. Hobi wrote about how well the shoot went and the turbines. Namjin did theirs together too. Jin too talked about the turbines and how windy it was. Lol Namjoon talked about how he basically shot a movie with the members today and that he would like to see the ranch when it was less cold out. 😂

They finish up day 3 and the DVD by all gathering again, in the same seats as before. They each took turns reading from their diaries and leaving comments and a stamp on the person's next to theirs pages. Namjoon accidentally stamped his own hand instead of the page 🤣 Tae just feeling the need to touch as his reads his entry and kept trying to rub Jimins shoulder as Jimin kept shrugging him off. Lol

They then also got presents from the staff. Which were tinytan dolls but with their voice messages to each other. So they all got to then listen to the letters/messages they wrote to each other. Lol and you can tell by some of these reactions they weren't expecting for these to be listened to out loud or have to listen to themselves read it back 😂 They literally said they didn't know they'd have to listen to it out loud. All the cringing! "This feels like a public execution!" Lmfao So whichever doll they received, is the person who wrote the message for them.

I'm just going to copy translations of all the messages down here too, because they are incredibly sweet.

First was Jin to Suga:

"I think you were really hard on music. I envy you. I'm so proud that you're in our team. Not just me, but all of us feel very proud of you. We all think you're really cool. When you kept saying you were a genius as a joke, I didn't really know if you were a genius. But now I think you might really be a genius. You always motivate me to work and try harder. You're an amazing person. Please make a lot of good music for our ARMY and for us. Fighting!"

I love how geniune this was. He really emphasized how important he was to all of them and their team and how proud he is of who Yoongi is.

Next was Tae to Jungkook:

"To Jungkook who loves music. Thank you for donating your amazing talent to BTS and not anywhere else. We were able to come this far thanks to you. I think you are the most talented person I've ever seen. So I hope you can make good music, good songs and good performances as Jungkook of BTS and Jeon Jungkook. Great Job."

Again, so beautifully geniune! I also really love how he made sure to bring up both the two sides of the BTS performer and the individual. This is something that JK mentioning struggling with in the past as well as perhaps a call out to the future solo work they all knew would be coming. It's very caring.

Next was JK to Namjoon:

"Namjoonie hyung, nice to see you. There were many companies who fell in love with you but thanks for choosing Big Hit (at this point JK collapsed against the wall in embarrassment lol) (Some fans translated this first part as "firstly there were many companies, but i joined big hit after I saw and fell for Namjoonie hyung" so.... both would make sense, but I don't speak Korean. If someone wants wants verify this for me, wonderful.) If we always have high expectations, we could be disappointed. But you are always humane and cool and you're like the heart of BTS. I don't think we would've been able to come this far if we didn't have you for the last 7 years. Should there be places with you as the leader, that's where I want to be. You worked really hard, and let's work hard together in the future."

Jungkook is always so geniune and speaks so purely from his heart. You can tell that his namjoon hyung is someone he looks up to and admires ALOT. It's so beautiful to see that type of role model in real life while also being close friends. Their relationship is so sweet and caring. They take wonderful care of each other and the respect is so high valued.

Namjoon to Jin:

"Hi Jin hyung. I always see you being open minded and working hard as the oldest. You asked me for advice saying you wanted to give ARMY a song as a gift on your birthday. Hearing you say that, I realized that you are trying really hard to make your own song with your own style. And I felt really grateful. I get motivated and inspired by seeing you always working hard even in your spare time. Please keep contributing with your good style, melodies and lyrics. Fighting always. I love you."

Everyone collapsed to the floor hearing the I love you. Lol so dramatic and for what! This clearly meant a lot to Jin too. Such a geniune message of love and support.

J-Hope to Jimin:

"Jimin, It's Hobi hyung. As a person who knows how big your passion towards music is, I'm looking forward to what you'll do in the future. When I listen to the songs you've released and worked on so far, there's a lot for me to learn from. And you're the one who made me realize what the outcome of hardwork looks like. So I think there's so much I need to learn from you. I'm looking forward to the boundless musical side of you that you'll show us in the future. Please keep making lots of good music and let's work on a song together when we get the chance. I'll always cheer you on. Let's never get hurt and stay healthy while making music. I'll look forward to your work in the future. Let's get it!"

Their relationship is so supportive and beautiful honestly. All the encouragement and positive feedback and recognition given was really sweet and I'm sure meant so much

Jimin to Tae:

"Dear Taehyung whose been making music for 7 years. I personally think your voice is very charming. It's a unique deep tone that no one can copy. It's very charming. And it's a voice that can show your musical style well. Back when we first started we were just a group of friends who liked listening to music. But now when I listen to your music it's so cool and well made. When I see you, I think that I want to do well like you. And I want to tell you that I always learn from you. (Tae interrupted here to say, Jimin-ah you are already doing great!) I hope that you keep making more music that comforts the fans and many other people."

Everyone teased Jimin a bit for not saying goodbye. Lol but Tae said he would listen to it again when he got home. It's clear the message meant a lot to him and was full of such geniune support and compliments and love. Jimin also adding an I love you to Tae in person. 🥺

Suga to J-Hope:

"Dear Jhope who continued making music for 7 years. I'll give you a great job stamp. As you started making music after we debuted, I'm sure there were things you were worried about. I'm very proud of you for overcoming those fears and continuing to make good music. There are more days ahead of us then behind us, so I hope you keep making songs like you are doing now. I'm a huge fan of Jhope's music so i hope you keep making more cool and passionate music like you are doing now. Jhooopppeee"

It's clear this message also meant a lot to Hobi, getting that recognition and encouragement from a hyung he has learned and grown with so much. The support!! It's amazing.

I think part of what made these messages so geniune and special were that one, they had no idea anyone but the person receiving it would listen to it. Therefore it probably made it easier to be more sincere and open in these letters and be very geniune with their messages of love and support for their members. And two, when you look back at these letters, knowing that at this point, they knew their chapter 2 was coming. They were giving these messages of support for all their future solo work they knew would be coming and this new chapter. They were hyping each other up and encouraging each other as solo artists that they knew would be coming in a year or so. As well as letting each other know that they weren't going anywhere and would always be there for each other. It's very emotional honestly!!

Winter Package ends with Tae showing off one of the yoga moves they learned. And Jikook IMMEDIATELY jumping up to try it themselves right away. Lol and some cute goodbyes. Plus a bonus clip from 201231! During the New Years Eve Live concert they did, they got a delivery and everyone was excited to see the beer that yoonminkook made! They left to sit for another week and then all enjoyed the beer together. Which feels like a nice way to end this DVD honestly. So wholesome!

Thanks for letting me share!

#my thoughts over winter package 2021 #my thoughts over winter package #jikook #kookmin #jikook in 2020 #winter package 2021 members letters

[graceful-starker]

I Used You--Chapter 2

Summary: Tony used Peter to get back at his ex girlfriend; but it turns out, he isn’t heartless enough to not feel guilty after.

Warnings: mentions of past cheating, angst

Notes: This is a part of my New Years Resolution thing. It was voted to continue, because people really liked it and thought I did a good job. So here we go! 

I am also using this fic for @starkerfestivals Whumptober Day 17: Rejection

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Peter isn’t stupid. He knows Tony only said those things because he felt guilty and wanted to make it better. Wanted to make Peter stop saying those things. He is, however, far too optimistic. Childishly hopeful. He still believes in the best in people, still believes people don’t do things out of malice. 

Peter is not stupid, but he is wrong a lot. 

He knew, deep down, that Tony wouldn’t be there when he woke up. But still, it hurts more than he thought it would.

Peter curls up on his side, feeling the tears build behind his eyes. He lets out a shaky breath, hugging the pillow Tony had used to his chest.

“I was so stupid,” he whispers to himself.

He only allows himself to wallow for another half hour, before he gets up and takes a shower. Yesterday had felt like a dream--Tony spent the whole day with the boy, they hung out and played games and cuddled and everything. Just trying to make it up to Peter for using him. 

But it was only for a day, like Peter knew it was going to be.

He gets out of the shower once the water goes cold, moping around as he gets ready to go out. He has to pick Pepper up from the airport today. 

Once he’s dressed and ready, he goes to the kitchen to grab breakfast and coffee, pouring some in a travel mug and packing some in a lunch sack for Pepper. He sets off after that, tuning out his sorrows with far too loud music. 

He honks when he sees Pepper walk out of the building, and she smiles and runs to his car. She gets in after throwing her stuff in the trunk, and buckles up. “For me?” she gasps when she finds the food and coffee. 

Peter forces a smile. “Of course, I can’t let my big sister go hungry!”

Pep laughs fondly, not noticing Peter’s mood. She digs in as Peter starts to drive, talking away about the trip and how it went and who was there...

She doesn’t even notice something is wrong until they walk in the front door. She almost doesn’t even notice, as she struggles bringing in her stuff through the front door. 

But then she freezes mid sentence, and Peter bumps into her back. “Oh! Are you okay Pep?” Peter asks. 

“Pepper,” Tony’s voice calls, and he sounds as surprised as Peter now feels. 

“Tony? What are you doing here?” Pepper moves in and puts her stuff down, letting Peter in as well. The boy closes the door, looking at Tony with wide eyes. 

Tony stutters for a moment, before he laughs uncomfortably. “I um...I was hoping to talk to Peter. I didn’t know you got back from your trip already.”

Pepper crosses her arms over her chest, sniffing. “Why Peter? You’ve been hanging out with my brother behind my back?” She turns to Peter. “You’ve been seeing my ex-boyfriend behind my back?”

Peter feels his cheeks flame red with shame. “i...he was my best friend, Pep, I-”

“I can’t believe you!” she screeches. “You knew how upset I was over all of this, over him leaving me, and you just decided that wasn’t important?” she has tears in her eyes. “Did you not think about how this would effect me?”

Peter gets mad at the rods; he deserves to be treated like this, but she doesn’t know that yet. She just thinks Peter and Tony are still friends. “Well you didn’t think how it would effect me when you cheated on my best friend!”

“Okay-” Tony tries to butt in.

“No, don’t turn this on me!” Pepper yells. “You betrayed me!”

“You betrayed him!” Peter yells at her, his own tears in his eyes. “I would never treat him like that, I would never cheat on him!”

“What the hell does that have to do with anything?” Pepper scoffs. ‘He wouldn’t even want to be with you for you to cheat on him in the first place!”

Don’t do it, he thinks. You’re going to regret doing this. You can’t take it back if you do this. “Oh, he wouldn’t want me? That’s why he fucked me the other day?” 

Silence. Dead, uncomfortable, cold silence. 

Tony clears his throat, looking paler than a ghost. “I think-”

“You fucked my kid brother?” Pepper asks, voice low with simmering anger. She turns to Tony slowly, and Peter feels himself finally breathe now that the weight of her stare isn’t on him anymore. 

Tony stutters, taking a step back on instinct. “Don’t call him a kid in that sentence, I beg you.”

“He’s still a kid!” Pepper whispers, which sounds far louder than if she had yelled. “He’s 17, he’s a senior in high school, he’s-”

“Legal,” Tony interjects. “I did a bad thing, don’t make it worse.”

Pepper laughs in disbelief, shaking her head. “Okay, fine, forget his age. You took my little brother’s virginity.”

Peter winces, looking away when Tony’s head snaps to him, before going back to Pepper. “I didn't know he was a...I didn't know a lot of things, I was just angry and I just wanted to get back at you-”

“So, what? You’re just gonna date my little brother now? Go from one sibling to the next? That sounds like a good idea-”

“No!” Tony shakes his head. “No, I don’t want to date Peter, I regret the whole thing!”

Peter gasps accidentally, but the pain of hearing it said out loud was just too much. It feels like Tony stabbed him in his chest. He feels tears well in his eyes, and his lower lip starts to tremble. He can’t really help it--he’s never been so forwardly rejected.

Pepper seethes, looking like she might kill Tony. “So you decided that getting revenge on me wasn’t enough, huh? You also had to hurt my little brother too? Your best friend?”

“I didn’t mean to hurt him, I only wanted to hurt you!” Tony argues, not looking at Peter. He only has eyes for Pepper; he’s only ever had eyes for Pepper. 

Even, as it turns out, when he was fucking Peter.

“Just go. Stay away from him, stay away from us! Just get out and never come back; god, you’re so stupid! How did you manage to come out the bad guy in a relationship where you got cheated on?” Pepper scoffs in disgust, opening the door again and motioning for Tony to get out. 

Tony works his jaw, taking a deep breath. “Not until I talk to Peter.”

Peter sniffles sadly, a tear falling down his face. “I think I get it, Tony, you don’t have to say you don’t want me again.”

“Pete...” Tony still isn’t looking directly at Peter.

Pepper huffs impatiently. “Get out.”

Tony gets closer to Peter, reaching out as if to take his hand. “Please Peter, can we please talk? Just for a second? Then you never have to see me again.”

Peter’s lower lip trembles even harder, and he shakes his head. “No. No, because I don’t want to never see you again. Please, just go away...I don’t want to talk about it anymore, I don’t want to be rejected again, I just want to be alone.”

Tony makes a frustrated noise. “Please?”

“He said no, Tony. Get out!” Pepper waves her arms in anger. “Get out or I’ll call the cops.”

Tony sighs in anger, crossing his arms and walking forward. “Fine. I’ll go. Have a great life, Pep,” he says bitterly, slamming the door behind him.

Peter wraps his arms around himself, letting out a broken sob.

“I can’t believe you slept with my ex,” Pepper says, throwing away her protective big sister persona. 

“I thought he loved me,” Peter whispers brokenly. “I loved him, and I thought I had a chance.”

Pepper rolls her eyes and shakes her head. “You were in love with my boyfriend, so you just decided to go for him. Yeah, that makes yourself sound so much better, Peter.”

Peter sobs, back sliding against the wall as he lets himself fall to the floor, and wrap his arms around his knees. “I’m sorry, Pep. If it makes you feel any better, I’m humiliated.”

Pepper hums, grabbing her backs and starting to her room. “Yeah, that does make me feel a bit better.”

Peter cries into his knees for what feels like forever, ignoring Pepper’s music she’s playing to drown him out. 

He doesn’t think this will ever get better.

#starkerfestivalsevents #SFWhumptober22 #Gracie's New Years Resolution #starker #tony stark #peter parker #pepper potts #rejection #angst

[sweetestofchaos]

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕚𝕟 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 ↣ Bambam ↣ 𝟜𝟙𝟘

Trope: Friends to Lovers Waring(s): SFW. Interracial Relationship. Playful Teasing. Chapter(s): 2 of 6 Description: The following morning was interesting to say the least. The two of you weren’t sure if you should talk about it or not. Paring(s): Bambam & Fem!Reader Others: Masterlist Taglist: @thatoneoldergroupstan @chrisellesism

Previous // Next

The sound of a phone ringing pulls you from your sleep. You try to ignore it but the sound of Bambam’s voice catches your attention. The bed shifts, there is some shuffling around, quickly followed by a door opening and closing. Your brows furrow together in thought. Why was Bam in my bed? It wasn’t uncommon, but still it was a little weird. You yawn loudly and wince when your head starts to pound. “Ow…” You wine and roll over onto your side causing the blanket to shift off your back. The cool morning air hits your skin, and you quickly wiggle farther underneath the blanket. You frown when you feel your thighs sticking together slightly. You move your legs, and a dull pain pulls at your lower back.

Sighing you slowly get out of bed, and you freeze in your tracks. You are naked, like butt ass naked. Bambam was in your room…your mind starts to piece things together and you groan. “It’s too early to deal with this shit.” You head into the bathroom and take a hot shower; trying to relax your tense and sore muscles. Finishing the shower, you step out and wrap a towel around your body. You head into your room and quickly get dressed, feeling that hangover hunger starting to come alive in your stomach. Shoving your feet into a pair of socks, you head out and make your way to the kitchen.

Bambam is sitting at the kitchen table with his head in his hands and a mug of hot tea next to him. You cross your arms over your chest and shake your head, “You good, B?” Bambam’s head shoots up and you swallow the lump that suddenly forms in your throat.

Bambam’s eyes rake over your body, and he smirks, “Sleep well, doll?”

“Yeah. You?” You walk farther into the kitchen and start to make yourself a mug of hot tea.

“Can’t complain when I had your tits for pillows.”

“Bam!” You hiss as you slap him upside the back of his head.

Bambam laughs and sticks his tongue out slightly as he looks at you, “You’re pretty vocal, ya know?”

“Boy s-shut up!” You punch Bambam’s shoulder a few times and he shakes with laughter.

“Can we order out for breakfast?” Bambam suddenly asks and you nod your head, a little pissed that your curls are now coiled tightly against your scalp.

“I had no intension of cooking today.”

#soc bambam #soc bambam cr #got7 bambam #kpop ambw #bambam x balck!reader #bambam fluff #exqueuese me #the morning after #friends to lovers au

[inkstained-pages]

bulletproof (sort of)

~ day 6 of daily txt drabbles ~

summary: yeonjun enters the warehouse of an enemy gang who's kidnapped soobin, intent on showing them how much of a mistake that was.

wc: 1,592

tags: angst, au - gangs, violence

relationships: yeonjun & soobin, yeonjun & everyone, soobin & everyone

+x+

“Well, well, well, look who finally showed up.” 

The light of the warehouse is dim, the only source of it being the shafts of sunlight that barely scrape their way through the holes in the dirt-encrusted windows. It’s midday and yet anyone would think it’s dusk if they were locked in here all day.

Yeonjun takes a step forward out of his hiding place, obviously discovered. He curses his luck; he’d hoped to sneak in without detection and escape unnoticed, but today just doesn’t seem to be his day. His hands twitch restlessly without his gun in its holster as he comes out with them up in surrender. 

The wretch of a man in front of him speaks again. “Not another step, or the pretty boy gets it.”

Yeonjun freezes, but not because of the words. In front of him, tied to a chair and gagged, is Soobin. His face is crusted with half-dried blood, his left eye is purple and swollen shut, and he only seems half-conscious. It’s all Yeonjun can do not to tear across the remaining space between them and stick his knife between the ribs of the person who’s currently holding a gun to Soobin’s head.

“What do you want, Park?” Yeonjun growls, eyes flicking between Soobin and said man behind him. He counts everyone in the room; himself, Soobin, Park, the guy pointing the gun at Soobin, two more lackeys on either side of him, and another two stationed on either side of the room. Outnumbered, and by a lot. He can only pray Taehyun and Kai get here in time.

Soobin doesn’t move, save for a slight twitch in his legs when he heard Yeonjun’s voice. Yeonjun can only hope that means he knows he’s here.

“That’s a supremely general question, don’t you think?” Park smiles, a vile thing, and steps into the light to let it glint off of his icy white hair and the large scar down his right cheek. Yeonjun fights not to roll his eyes. So dramatic. “But I think I know what you’re really asking. You want to know what I want in regards to Soobin here, huh?”

“No,” Yeonjun says, lowering his hands slowly and sticking them in his pockets like this is just a casual chat between friends. “I want to know what part of that idiotic brain of yours thought kidnapping one of mine and asking for a ransom was a good idea. You know how me and my gang work. You know the rumours. No one left alive, remember?”

Park raises a hand, and one of the men beside Soobin takes the butt of his gun and slams it into Soobin’s face. Soobin jerks to the side and lets out a choked whine, but doesn’t move much more than that. Yeonjun grinds his teeth together and fixes Park with what he hopes is his most menacing glare.

“I don’t think you’re in any position to be making threats, Yeonjun,” Park says, circling around Soobin’s chair. He grabs Soobin’s chin roughly and tugs it upwards, forcing his face in Yeonjun’s direction so Yeonjun can see the full extent of the damage.

It’s bad. Too many bruises to count, more blood than Yeonjun originally thought. His eyes are half-closed, but they widen slightly as Yeonjun makes eye contact with him.

“Hyung,” he gets out, the words barely a whisper and slurred together like he’s drunk. “What’re you doin’ here?” 

“I’m here for you silly,” Yeonjun says, hoping his tone is less tense than he thinks it is. Their situation is desperate.

“Yes, well, that’s all nice and good, but what hope do you have against all of us? You can’t possibly think you can take us all out, can you?” Park’s grin grows wider, and Yeonjun’s fists itch with the urge to smash his face in.

Before he can consider it, however, the one-use transmitter in his ear beeps, and Beomgyu’s voice comes through in a rush of static.

“ETA 30 seconds. Keep ‘em talking hyung, we’ll be there soon.”

The line goes dead, and Yeonjun almost grins. He doesn’t, because that would give them away, but he satisfies himself with a slight shift in position.

30, 29, 28.

“Of course I know I can’t beat you all.” He takes a cautious step forward.

25, 24, 23.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” 

Park’s smile dims somewhat, and the men around him tighten their grip on their guns. Yeonjun can only pray he makes it to Soobin in time before they pull the trigger, and that the others make it in time before the both of them get riddled with bullets.

18, 17, 16.

“Then why are you here, if you’re so certain of your defeat?” Park asks, eyes narrow. He’s getting nervous, Yeonjun notes with no small measure of satisfaction. That’s good, let him squirm.

12, 11, 10.

“Oh, I didn’t say that.” Another step. “But I think you’ve forgotten something.”

8, 7, 6.

“Oh? And what’s that?”

3, 2, 1.

Yeonjun grins. “We never come alone.”

An explosion rattles the building, and the side of the warehouse shatters. Through the now gaping hole roars a motorcycle with two familiar passengers on board.

Yeonjun doesn’t spare the time to watch their maknaes work; as soon as the explosion sounds, he takes two giant sprinting steps and lunges toward Soobin. Both the explosion and his drastic movement seem to catch most everyone on guard, and he’s able to slam into the guy with the gun trained on Soobin and disarm him with a swipe of his arm and a fist to the neck.

The other two spring into action, but Yeonjun isn’t the most feared member of the most feared gang in Seoul for nothing. He ducks under an incoming swing and spins around, lifting his leg in an arch and slamming it down on one of the lackeys’ heads. The guy goes down without a fuss, leaving one left.

Yeonjun turns, his fists up and ready, only to see the other lackey lying on the ground with a bullet through his brain. Huh. Beomgyu must’ve gotten to him first. Sniper’s are good for that sort of thing.

With those two taken care of, Yeonjun’s attention immediately lands back on Soobin. He whirls around and sees the chair that had previously held his member on empty. His heart drops through the floor, and he frantically scans the room.

There! Park has Soobin in a chokehold and is dragging him towards the exit, but Soobin, despite his extensive injuries, keeps biting and kicking and thrashing about, making Park’s job very difficult. 

Yeonjun’s footsteps pound heavily as he races towards them, and he reaches down to his pant leg and brings out his trusty knife. He’s glad he listened to Taehyun and brought it.

“Soobin, drop!” He shouts, and Soobin goes down like a limp ragdoll, leaving Park to either drop him or go down with him. Park drops him, and Yeonjun is free to launch himself at the man.

He doesn’t even get a chance to scream before Yeonjun’s knife is in his neck and he’s a bloody mess on the floor.

Yeonjun doesn’t spare him a glance as he bleeds out, instead crouching next to Soobin and lifting him carefully into his arms.

“Hey, Soobinnie,” he says gently, using the glove of his free hand to wipe some of the blood off of Soobin’s face. “You with me?”

Soobin’s eyes crack open, and when he sees Yeonjun his split lips break into a tiny smile. “Hey hyung,” he croaks. “Knew you’d come f’r me. Kept tellin’ ‘em that, but they just-” he coughs- “hit me harder.”

“Shh, it’s okay Soobin, hyung’s got you. Don’t try to speak, you’ll wear yourself out.” Yeonjun smiles as Soobin nods. He looks up and spots Kai dispatching the last of the enemy, Taehyun just behind him. “Taehyun!” He calls. “Help me with Soobin!”

Taehyun swivels around, immediately sprinting towards them and falling to his knees beside them.

“How bad?” He asks, and Yeonjun can see him already cataloguing all the injuries. As their team medic, he’s always had an eye for the things the rest of them miss.

“Pretty bad, but everything looks superficial. Nothing a couple weeks in bed won’t fix.”

Taehyun nods, eyes bright with worry, and stands. “We need to get him back to home base before I can help. Park’s backup will be here any second and Beomgyu can only cover us for so long.”

“Alright, let’s head out.” Yeonjun puts his fingers to his mouth and shrieks a whistle. Kai’s head shoots up from where he’d been looking through the pockets of the downed enemy, and Beomgyu’s answering call echoes from the rafters. “Let’s move, boys!”

He lifts Soobin up in his arms, struggling a bit under the weight of their leader, but he gets his footing soon enough with Taehyun’s help.

Within a matter of seconds, the four of them are piled onto Kai’s motorcycle, a difficult feat, but nothing they haven’t done before. Kai sits in the front, driving, and Yeonjun sits behind him with Soobin in his lap, with Taehyun bringing up the rear for protection.

“Drive!” Yeonjun shouts, and they’re off. Beomgyu will meet them at the rendezvous like he always does, but he enjoys picking off the last of the stragglers before he leaves.

Soobin stirs weakly in Yeonjun’s arms as they speed out of the warehouse. “Yeonjun-hyung?” He whispers.

“Yeah, leader-nim? What is it?”

“‘M glad you came.”

Yeonjun smiles. “Always, Soobin. Always.”

#tomorrow by together #tomorrow x together #txt #txt fanfic #txt angst #violence #choi yeonjun #choi soobin #choi beomgyu #kang taehyun #huening kai #txt choi yeonjun #txt choi soobin #txt choi beomgyu #txt kang taehyun #txt huening kai #gang au #ot5 #txtnetwork #moa #moasource #moacentral #1000~2000 words #drabble #no romance #not y/n fanfiction