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angel-of-the-moons · 8 months

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Hello hello! I would like to request a Hobie fic if that’s okay! If the concept makes you uncomfortable in any way shape or form I completely understand if you delete this or refuse. But I think the idea of Hobie getting baby fever after babysitting Mayday is so sweet. Him envisioning a little you and him running around with both of your features and he just scoops you up in a kiss, and shyly tells you about how he’s been thinking about how he wants a baby with you (I hope that’s not too uncomfortable or weird or strange!! Thank you for reading and I hope you’re having a good day/evening!!)

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The Pitter Patter of Little Feet

Soft!Hobie Brown x Fem!Reader

Because I'm tired of repeating myself: HOBIE IS AGED UP IN THIS FIC

TW/CW: Hobie being a secret softie, baby fever, NSFW, oral Fem! Receiving, punk with a heart of gold spray paint, Peter knowing things™, pregnancy mentions, babies, talk of babies, oh, and Mayday's here, too!

All characters stated in NSFW situations in my fics are all aged up or of age.

MINORS DNI: I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

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"Oi, like this." Hobie laughed at the toddler sitting on his chest, staring down at him as he laid on the carpet of he and his girlfriend's shared flat.

"Ho..." He started.

"Hoooo..." Mayday coo'd.

"Bieeee." He smiled, his mouth spread in a wide grin.

"Beeeeeee!" She squealed, clapping her pudgy little hands.

"Now say it: Hobie."

"Hah-buh." Mayday giggled.

"Ah, close enough ya li'le runt!" Hobie laughed, sitting up so Mayday was laying in his lap, tickling her little rolls on her tummy. "Ya lucky you're so cute, kid!"

Mayday grabbed his shirt and pulled herself up, looking at him with a happy smile, her unruly red-brown hair bobbing.

Hobie sighed as he looked down at her, huffing a small chuckle. "I swear, if I--"

"Had one of your own?" Peter B grinned, leaning on the pillar that was in between the kitchen and living room.

"Uh--" Hobie coughed awkwardly. "I wasn't..."

"Hey, man, I'm not surprised Mayday would make you want one of your own." Peter laughed, walking over and scooping up his young daughter.

"My little girl here seems to give people baby fever! Must be her mom's genes or something! Or maybe... Just that cute little face! Om nom nom!" Peter grinned, pretending to nibble on Mayday's cheeks, earning a loud squeal as she kicks and squirms from her father's affections.

Peter chuckled and tucked her safely into the chest harness, smirking at Hobie as he stood.

"You notice how Jess got pregnant not too long after I asked her to watch Mayday? I mean, it could be a coincidence... Or canon event."

Hobie groaned at his word usage, handing Peter the diaper bag. "Ugh, you sound like the ol' stiff at HQ."

"Hey, just making a joke. I gotta compensate for Miguel's lack of humor somehow."

Hobie shoved his hands in his pockets, sighing as he looked off to the side.

Peter put his hand on the taller man's shoulder. "Seriously... Are you thinking about having a baby?"

"I mean..." Hobie struggled, his jaw tensing. "I'd be lyin' if I said I didn't, but..."

"You're not sure you wanna bring it up with your girl?" Peter supplied, Mayday's tiny hand gripping his fingers.

"I mean, Pete, we're not even hitched." Hobie shrugged.

"Not all couples need to be married before having a runt of their own."

"Yeh, yeh..." Hobie sniffed, trying to sound bored.

"All right, I'm heading out. See ya, Hobie. I owe ya one." Peter grinned.

"That ya do, bruv."

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When you came home, Hobie was sitting on the settee by the window, strumming idle notes on his guitar, bobbing his head to a tune only he could hear.

You dropped your purse and keys on the dining table next to the door, and slipped off your shoes.

Slowly, you dragged your feet over to the sofa opposite of the settee Hobie was currently perched on.

"You 'right, luv?" Hobie asked, setting the guitar down and walking over to kneel next to the sofa.

"Work sucked." You groaned into the cushions.

Hobie put his hand around the back of your neck and started to massage the tension there with the pads of his fingers, urging a gentle sigh from you as you turned your head to look at him.

"Better?"

"Very much so."

Hobie grinned at you, and barely gave you a moment before picking you up and swinging you in a circle, earning a shriek and laugh from you.

"Hobie! You shit!" You laugh, slipping your arms around his neck as he set you on your feet, looking up at him with those big gorgeous eyes.

"Had to see you laugh, luv." Hobie said, leaning down to bury his face in your neck, breathing into your perfume. "Laughter is the best medicine, as they say."

You sigh and relax into the embrace, a gentle pause in the conversation.

"Where's Mayday? You said you were watching her for Peter, today."

"He came 'n got her." Hobie mumbled.

"...What's wrong?" You ask, reaching up to flick one of his large fluffy dreads.

".... Nothin'."

"Hobie Brown, it is not nothin'." You say suspiciously, pulling back so he looked you in the eyes. "What's on your mind? You can talk to me, babe."

"Yeah, but..." Hobie looked at the carpet in hesitation.

"Hobie..." You prod.

"I..." Hobie suddenly felt a paralyzing feeling seize his gut. He could face Osborne's oppressive regime with a grin, can of paint, and a middle finger straight up... But this? This topic was...

"Sweetheart." You say, touching his cheek.

"Do y' wanna have a baby?" He blurted.

You blink up at him owlishly.

"What?"

"I... Shit." Hobie groaned, separating from you as he marches back and forth, a hand to his head.

"Hobie--"

"Nah, nah, forget I said anything. I just..." He stood, his back to you, his shoulders slumped defeatedly.

"They'd look good, y'know? If we had a kid. Cute. Your eyes, your smile. That giddy li'le laugh o' yours. I just... Dealing with Mayday feels... I d'nno. I just..."

"Hobie... Are you saying you... You want to have a baby? With me?" You ask softly, touching his shoulder.

"Yeah."

You chew the inside of your cheek, thinking.

Fuck it.

"...All right. We can handle it. I make enough money, we have enough room..." You start rattling off stuff, going into planning mode.

Hobie looked at you, his jaw dropped as you started muttering to yourself. It sounded like you were already four steps ahead, planning out budgets, where to get stuff for a baby, working on a schedule that you can juggle with work after the baby is born...

He felt his head catch in his throat as he watched you put your hand to your chin, a gesture you often made when you were putting serious thought into something.

He grinned widely, grabbing you by the waist and practically tackling you onto the sofa.

"Wha--Hobie! I was thinking!" You protest.

"I know." Hobie says, claiming your mouth in a hungry, heated kiss.

The passion of which he moved robbed you of breath. He pulled your hair out of its confines, rubbing his fingers through the silken strands, the healed callouses on his fingertips finding refuge there among the softness.

When he pulled away, he smirked at you, his dark eyes alight with a spark. A spark you knew well.

A spark that meant Hobie was up to no good.

"H-Hobie--" You gulp.

"Ay, you got me all in a sitch here, yeh?" Hobie grinned. "Can't jus' say all that, look at me with those big eyes and not expect me to wanna..."

His other hand went to your jeans, tugging the button out of the loop and pulling the zipper down, his body slipping off the couch to kneel between your legs, tugging the denim down your hips and tossing the fabric onto the coffee table. He didn't bother with your socks.

He smirked with satisfaction when he saw the damp patch in the lace of your panties.

"Been thinkin' about me, luv?" He hummed, looking up at you. "Work have you that stressed? Need a lil' relief?"

His fingers slid up your bare thighs, teasing the edges of the panties that hugged the plush of your thighs, and you shuddered.

"You... Ugh, I don't know what to do with you." You groaned, dropping your head back, sighing at the ceiling.

"Oh, but I know what to do with you." Hobie purred, pushing the damp fabric aside, blowing a cool puff of air over your damp slit.

You shivered. "You little..."

You wished your voice didn't sound so breathy.

"You always do that! Why--" The moment you looked down and met his eyes, his mouth latched straight onto your clit, growling and sending a wave of vibrations that made your toes curl and a shocked mewl tear from your throat as the piercing in his tongue added extra sensations.

One of Hobie's favorite hobbies was to eat you out. He could sit for hours and do it, licking and kissing until you couldn't feel your limbs from how overstimulated you became.

Your taste was probably the only hard "drug" he could ever imagine getting addicted to.

He licked a broad fat stripe up, then down, bringing his thumb to push against your clit as he delved his almost-too-long tongue into your hole, writhing and pressing, rolling and tugging as your muscles attempt to draw him further.

He pulled his tongue out and licked upwards, pushing not one, but two of his fingers inside of you, curling them upwards as his other hand pressed down on the lowest part of your belly in tandem with each crook of his digits and flick of his tongue.

You writhed, hands going to tug at the bushy dreads on his scalp.

"Hobie--fuck!" You cried out, rolling your hips to meet him, your orgasm already beginning to swell, burning low in your belly.

"Go on, luv. Cum f' me." Hobie growled, pressing his piercing up at your clit, his chin already dripping with your juices.

You whine, a hiccup bubbling out of you as he adds a third finger, thrusting them in and out of you at a pace that had the edges of your vision going fuzzy.

"Hobie!" You cry out, arching your back into him as he fucks you with his tongue and hands, pressing down on your skin to make the sensations more intense; your orgasm cresting and shattering your dam of restraint.

You dropped, limp onto the cushions as Hobie sucked his fingers clean, licking his lips and wiping his chin dry, licking up the remainder of your slick that was still on his face.

"Right, luv. Let's get down to business." He chuckled, climbing over on top of you, hastily unbuckling the belt, tugging his torn jeans down his hips, his boxers going along with, revealing how eager he was for you.

"We can get hitched after the baby is born, yeh?"

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gimmeurtmi · 1 year

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backstage — lee know

pairing: lee minho x fem!reader

tags: established relationship, dom/sub dynamic, mc!lee know, fluff, smut!!!🔞

warnings: swearing, dom!minho, boyfriend!minho, minho shows off reader (in a non-sexual way), dirty talk, thigh riding, unprotected sex, finger sucking, exhibitionism as a fantasy and is talked about a lot, use of "good girl", "whore", "slut", some light degradation, praising, jewellery as consent signals, kink negotiations, lmk if i forgot any!

inspo: i saw too many gifset of lee know on music core. plus @lino-nyangi's posts about exhibitionist!minho

notes: i got carried away. again. let's just from now on always assume i'm gonna get carried away when it comes to minho. thanks. also i wrote this on my laptop so it's actually written normally lmao. this won't be consistent i'm sorry.

{ wc: 8676 }

A few weeks ago Minho promised you he’d take you with him to record MusicCore. You were a fan of the show before Minho joined it, and ever since he secured a job as an MC you begged him week after week to let you come with him.

Today was finally the day the stars aligned, and your schedule allowed you to come with him. Minho was very clear that you could only come if you were there to support him from the morning until he was done, something about how it would be unfair of you to leave him alone in the middle. So when you had some time off, and Minho was preparing to record, he surprised you with a lanyard attached to a card that said Full Access: Guest of Lee Min Ho on it.

You were gonna frame it after today.

So when you got up in the morning, thirty minutes before your alarm, you made sure to spend some extra time styling your hair and perfecting your makeup. It wasn’t like you were going there to impress anyone—but stepping into the studio of MusicCore felt like a fancy event, and you needed to dress accordingly.

Minho grumbled from behind you as he woke up—he only got home at three in the morning after practicing for his stage all night—searching for you next to him.

“Jagiya,” he mumbled, eyes still shut, “where are you?”

“I’m here, my love,” you announced from your chair in front of the vanity.

“C’mhere,” he mumbled, plopping his head back into his three pillows. You quickly followed his orders, crawling back into the bed, making sure not to touch the white pillows before you had a chance to set your foundation.

“What time is it?”

“Eight thirty,” you checked your phone quickly.

“Why did you leave me?” He whined, wrapping his arms around you.

“I couldn’t keep sleeping knowing where we’re going,” you grinned. Minho smiled softly, his eyes still closed.

“You’re excited?” He asked, unwilling to open his eyes just yet, knowing he had ten more minutes to stay in bed still.

“I’m so so excited! It’s gonna be such a good show, show, show!” You recited, causing Minho to chuckle at you.

It was then he opened his eyes finally, rubbing them slightly before he took a moment to look at you.

“Holy shit,” he let out after a few rapid blinks.

“What?”

“You’re gorgeous,” his grip on you tightened, pulling you closer.

“You didn’t know that before?” You asked, feigning offence at his shocked face.

“Of course I knew that,” he nudged his head into your shoulder, “it’s just a bit overwhelming seeing it first thing in the morning.”

“Well, you’re gonna be seeing this gorgeous face all day,” you smirked.

“I’m so lucky,” he concluded before kissing your neck softly. “We’re gonna walk up to every crew member there and make sure they know you’re my girlfriend.”

“Oh, yeah? You wanna show me off today?” You smirked at him.

Innocently, Minho mumbled a small ‘yes’ your way, unaware of the thoughts in your brain. It was too early to bring in such inappropriate thoughts to the conversation, but maybe you couldn’t help but think about that little thing you and Minho agreed upon a few months ago.

Neither of you liked the idea of doing anything inappropriate in public—but sometimes, when Minho talked to you, he’d mention things like that. And sometimes, it got you so horny he could get away with saying a lot of things.

To make sure both of you were comfortable with these kinds of things, you agreed on wearing certain things to let him know how you were feeling. When you wanted him to go hard, it was the red ring he bought you. When you wanted him to only praise you, it was the butterfly earrings you found at the old market place on your third date. And when you wanted him to mention these kind of things, play along to the fantasy that you two were going to do things in front of others, you wore the gold necklace he got you with a small M dangling off it.

Minho also knew you were completely happy with him ignoring those signs as well—as you both needed to want it for it to be enjoyable—so you knew you could wear it today even if he didn’t want to indulge you.

It sat beautifully above your collarbones and honestly, it brought the whole outfit together nicely. You might have to ask Minho to change the sign to a different necklace, as the more you looked at it the more you wanted to wear it every single day.

Minho didn’t comment on it, you weren’t sure he even noticed it, as he stepped out of the shower and started getting ready for his day. The pair of you had a quick breakfast, Minho making sure to kiss your lips when you were done, and then call a car to get you to the studio.

You squealed excitedly at him as you saw the studio coming into view—your previous thoughts from the morning forgotten as they were replaced by butterflies instead.

Minho was a very talented MC, you always told him that, and the reality of getting to see him record was finally starting to set.

“Thank you so much,” you said as your boyfriend laced your fingers together, walking you towards the entrance to the studio.

“Why are you thanking me?” He shrugged at you before smiling at the receptionist and offering her a small bow. You followed suit, watching as Minho signed in on the sheet and made small talk with her.

“Are you her?” She asked timidly, watching as you signed your name on the guest sheet.

You looked at Minho in question, unable to ignore the way his ears turned pink.

“The girlfriend,” she added, pointing at your interlocked hands.

“Oh, yeah,” you smiled, “I’m Y/N.”

The pair of you bowed at each other before she spoke up again, “Lee Know doesn’t stop talking about you. Every week he tells me something else sweet about you.”

“Does he?” You exclaimed, your eyebrows raising as Minho simply refused to look at your questioning gaze.

“You are very pretty,” she complimented. “I hope you two stay very happy.”

“Thank you,” you smiled widely at her. “Have a lovely day.”

“I’m never telling you anything again,” Minho joked at her, before he dragged the pair of you away and deeper into the studio.

“Min?” You questioned once you were alone, “since when do you talk about me?”

“What do you mean?” He said, adjusting his hair slightly to make sure his now red ears weren’t on display.

“No one has ever said something like that to me at JYP,” you point out. It wasn’t that Minho wasn’t affectionate towards you, you were showered with it, but never in front of people. You’ve met a lot of his colleagues and even stayed with him for a week during their world tour, and no one has ever reacted that way towards you before.

“She’s just very nice, is all,” he dismissed.

You nodded, dismissing it as well. You knew your boyfriend very well, and he was a private kind of person. You couldn’t imagine him walking up to reception in the morning and telling her all about you—it just didn’t seem like Minho. He was only that way with a select few people, so you assumed perhaps this colleague of his fell under that category, too.

It was probably nothing.

Minho explained what each room was as you walked past it, that one was Minju’s dressing room and that one was the wardrobe department and that one was the backup dancers room and that was a guest room. Then, after climbing a few stairs, you reached it.

The door had ‘Lee Know’ written across it with a blue star.

“And this is mine,” he smiled, opening the door before gesturing for you to go in first.

As you walked in, your hand fell from his as both your hands came up to hide your gasp.

“What is that?” You asked, referring to the huge vase full of flowers.

“I don’t know,” Minho said, walking up to it. “I didn’t put it here.”

You walked over to it, found a little card hanging off the yellow roses and opened it.

“Dear Y/N,” you read out loud, giving Minho a look. His eyebrows frowned heavily, and you knew that if he wrote it he would’ve just smirked instead. You kept reading. “We are so excited to meet you. We hope you enjoy your first day here. Kindly, Jinho and Mihi.”

“Oh my god,” Minho groaned, sitting down on the couch with a huff.

“Who are they?”

“The makeup artists,” he said, rubbing his eyes. “They stole my moment!”

“What moment?”

“Look behind the flowers,” he was whining, clearly unimpressed by the amount of attention you were getting. How did the makeup artists even know you were coming—and why were they excited to meet you?

You walked behind the flowers, far too big to see anything hidden behind them, and found a box there. You opened it to see inside a bag of your favourite snacks, a polariod camera, and Leebit. A small card sat next to it.

“Dear Y/N,” you read, chuckling out loud. “Thank you for coming today and I hope it’s as beautiful as you imagined it would be. Please cheer loudly for me when you see me on stage and take lots of pictures to remember it! I finally got you the Leebit you wanted, so you’ll blend in nicely with the rest of the Stays. I love you. Min.”

Minho’s face was in his hands, his ears still incredibly red.

“Baby,” you sighed, picking up the bunny plushie and holding him close to your chest. “This is so incredibly sweet.”

“You were supposed to see it later when I was busy and be moved by how amazing your boyfriend is,” he sighed.

“I am moved,” you made sure to tell him, making your way over to where he was sitting.

“The flowers are so much nicer though,” he complained, letting out a loud whine at the end of his sentence.

“The flowers are very nice, but only my amazing and considerate boyfriend could give me something like this.”

You leaned over to kiss his cheek, ignoring the urge to tease him about how warm his face was. “And I finally have my Leebit!”

“Yeah,” he chuckled, playing with the bunny’s tail, “I had to beg the merch team for it. They’re in very high demand.”

“I can imagine,” you chuckled. “Come on,” you urged him to stand up in front of the mirror with you, “we need to debut the polariod camera!”

You quickly unpacked the camera and pointed it at the reflection, telling your boyfriend to come over and join you.

Minho rolled his eyes at you but wasted no time in wrapping an arm around your waist and inching his head closer to you. With a cute smile on both your faces you snapped the picture, a happy dance following your movements as you waited for the photo to print.

“Thank you for this,” you said softly at him, “and thank you for bringing me and everything.”

“Anything for you,” he said sincerely, leaning down and kissing your lips softly. “Would you have enjoyed it more if the flowers were from me?”

You laughed at him, shaking your head as you waited for the picture to develop.

“You know I like your thoughtful gifts more than flowers. Flowers are nice, but you always think hard about what you buy me,” you smiled at him, kissing his cheek softly.

Minho nodded at that, pleased enough with your answer, before he walked over to his table and looked over the script sat there.

“I need to go over this,” he said, guesting at the pages in his hand. Minho warned you before you came that shooting involved a lot of work and he won’t have too much time to spend with you—but you were content with that. You had your phone with you and a book, you could entertain yourself without his help.

“Okay. Can I go find the makeup artists and thank them?”

“Sure,” Minho smiled, “call me if you get lost.”

You nodded at him, kissed his lips one last time, and grabbed your new camera and your plushie with you—ready to explore the halls where they filmed one of your favourite shows.

You remembered enough about Minho’s little tour to navigate without too much nervousness, quickly finding the door that said ‘makeup’ on it.

It was open, the sound of people talking coming from inside and you knocked lightly on the door.

“Hello,” you said politely, bowing to the strangers. “I’m looking for Jinho and Mihi.”

“Yes?” one of the women said, looking at you up and down. After a few moments her eyes settled on your face, taking in your hightlights and lipstick. “Your makeup is fantastic!”

“Thank you,” you smiled, knowing there was no bigger compliment than a professional admiring your work. “I just wanted to say thank you for the flowers and welcoming me today.”

Once you said those words, the woman looked at the bunny in your hand, and you could almost see the penny dropping in her mind.

“You’re Y/N!” You nodded. “Oh!”

The pair of them hugged you, smiling widely as they each introduced themselves to you.

“We’ve heard so much about you!” They chuckled, “every time Lee Know sits in that chair he does not stop talking about you. He’s either talking about that or we’re exchanging recipes.”

You laughed, imaging your boyfriend trying to explain his latest food experiement to the women in front of you.

However, you couldn’t just breeze past the fact he was sharing things with them, too. You knew his makeup artist in JYP was very close to him, too, as it was more than awkward to just sit in front of someone for twenty minutes without saying a thing—but she never said anything like that to you. Your nail tech knew all about Minho, but you were known for sharing things with people with ease. Minho was not.

“May I ask,” you dared, “what kind of things does he say?”

“Oh, nothing bad of course,” they thought to reassure you, “Lee Know is very protective of you it seems. He cares about you a lot.”

You smiled, “yeah, I care about him, too.”

The pair awwed in unison. “They’re too sweet!”

“It’s just… Minho doesn’t really talk about these things with a lot of people.”

They laughed at you, their eyebrows knitted together. “What do you mean?”

“Lee Know always brainstorms date ideas with us, and tells us about how well you’re doing at work! Congratulations on that promotion last month!”

You thanked them, a blush warm on your cheeks. “Really?”

“Oh, dear, I hope you don’t mind that he told us?” Jinho said, looking at her friend with slight concern on her forehead.

“Oh, no! Of course not!” You reassured. “It’s not that. It’s just, surprising, is all.”

They nodded at you. “He’s probably just more comfortable sharing romantic stories with us.”

They did have a point. You were sure it was much easier sharing stories with the makeup artists than with his crew members.

You thanked them one more time before suggesting to take a picture with them—using the camera your boyfriend bought you, and excused yourself.

You walked down the hallway trying to see if there was anything else to explore. You knew the canteen was on the opposite side of Minho’s room, so you slowly made your way there—making sure to take in as many details as possible.

You watched many behind the scenes features about the show and walking down the hallway you saw in them was like something out of a movie—stepping into a place you felt you already knew by heart. It was just the start of the day, there was so much more excitement to feel, but already you were overwhelmed by it.

You thought maybe grabbing a snack and a drink would make you feel better.

Once you arrived at the canteen you saw a few people sat around with coffees, some were reading over scripts, some were listening to music.

You ordered an iced drink and a pastry, paying for your order and smiling polietly and the man who worked at the canteen. His smile was very bright.

Everyone was so friendly, you noted, and even texted your friend as such when they asked how it was going so far.

Everyone in your circle knew how excited you were for today—so they all checked in to see you were still alive and didn’t die from happiness overload.

You sat down at the end of a very big table, not many other seats available, and started scrolling down your social media to occupy yourself.

“Can we sit here?” Someone asked.

You looked up to see a group of four boys with their meals. There wasn’t anywhere else for them to sit, and either way you didn’t mind. You nodded at them with a small smile.

Becoming very aware of the looks they were giving your bunny, you grabbed him and concealed him in your lap instead. You knew you looked like a fangirl carrying him around—and you didn’t mind in the slightest—but you didn’t want these strangers to ask you questions. You didn’t know who they were, and they clearly recognised what the plushie was meant to represent, and you could already see the horror scenario of you getting kicked out of the studio for being mistaken as a fan that sneaked their way in. You subconsciously checked your pass was still in your pocket.

The boys were, however, too immersed in their own conversation to even look your way.

That was until one of the boys got up and asked the group if they wanted anything, and then, he asked you the same thing.

“Oh, thank you. I’m fine,” you smiled, pointing at your still mostly full drink. He nodded.

“I think Tae-hyung was trying to flirt with you,” his friend helpfully supplied.

You chuckled at the angry look on his friend’s face before he walked away to get everyone’s orders.

“That’s no way to flirt with someone,” you joked back, trying to lighten up the awkwardness you were feeling. “That’s just being friendly.”

“And how do you flirt with someone?” The boy challenged with a smirk.

You laughed at him—he was doing good—but you couldn’t let him get his hopes up.

“I’d show you, but I’m taken,” your hand went down to your lap where Leebit was sitting safely, and you held onto him tightly.

At that the fourth boy, Tae, came back with the drinks, joining the conversation.

“Hear that, hyung? She’s taken,” one of the boys announced. He sighed dramatically, shaking his head at the news.

You chuckled at his dramatic reaction, enjoying the new relaxed atmosphere around the table.

Then the boys introduced themselves, informing you they danced on the show weekly.

“I’m actually a massive fan of the show, I thought I recognised your faces,” you said with a smile, knowing you saw the oldest boy in the group before.

“Really? Who’s your favourite MC then?” One of the boys teased, nudging his head in the direction of your lap—where they all knew the bunny was hiding.

“Is it obvious?” You joked, showing them your plushie, and then tapping your phone where a picture of Minho sat proudly. It was one of him on the show, holding his microphone with his name covered in glitter adoring it.

“I’m sorry to break it to you, but he’s also taken,” one of the dancers said. “And he’s whipped.”

“What?” You couldn’t help but ask.

“We probably shouldn’t say this, but every time we’re practising with him he has to stop around the same time to send his girlfriend a text. And he’ll talk about her a lot, too. So even if you were to ditch your partner for Lee Know—he would never leave his girlfriend.”

“I’ve never seen anyone that in love before,” one of them added, “she’s all he talks about.”

Your stomach crunched at their words. Who was this person everyone was talking about and since when did your boyfriend share so much about your relationship?

“What, uh, what does he say about her?”

“Are you one of the jealous fans?” The dancer made sure to ask. You quickly shook your head, making sure to let them know you were happy for him, and just curious to know more.

“Well, he talks a lot about what they do together. And how he wants to adopt a cat with her because she’ll be great at raising them.”

“Oh my god,” Tae chuckled, “remember when we were practising for his first stage and every time he got tired he looked at her picture?”

They laughed.

“He kept saying she’s better than caffeine.”

You slowly pressed a hand to your cheek trying to check just how warm your skin was. It was on fire. Your stomach was, too.

“That’s sweet,” you concluded, “I’m glad my idol is so happy.”

You knew you had to play the part now, as it would be far too awkward to let them know who you were now. So you just smiled instead.

“Well, I hope you get to enjoy the show today,” they said after you all finished your food. “We need to get going before we miss our schedule.”

“Of course,” you nodded, “good luck!”

So, the receptionist and the makeup artists were one thing. The dancers were a totally different thing. Since when was Minho like this? You thought you knew your boyfriend well, you thought he was only open about these things with his members and with his family, you didn’t think he just told everyone about you.

The staff at JYP definitely didn’t see you like any of the people around here did—and you couldn’t help but wonder why they knew so much about you.

You didn’t mind, of course, Minho was free to share what he wanted with who he wanted, but this was unexpected. You weren’t quite sure how to react to it all.

You pushed those thoughts to the side, instead asking your boyfriend if he wanted anything to eat and when he said no you made your way back to his dressing room.

You waited patiently as Minho read over his script a few more times, practising out loud in front of the mirror to monitor his facial expressions and his tone of voice.

Soon, a PA walked in and talked Minho over his schedule. First, he needed to go get his outfit on.

You followed him around, his hand never leaving yours, and sat quietly by him as they made sure the outfit sat comfortably around his body.

“You look really good,” you mumbled at him as the pair of you made your way to the makeup room.

He kissed the back of your hand in response.

Jinho and Mihi smiled at you as they saw your hands locked together, inviting Minho to sit down in one of the chairs.

The four of you talked about your day, how you were finding it around the studio, and if you met any interesting people yet.

“Oh, I met one of my favourite dancers on the show! I didn’t know his name until now but I recognised him as the dancer I focus on most of the time,” you answered politely.

Minho looked at you so fast you were worried his neck might snap.

“Your favourite what?” He gasped at you.

“His name is Tae, he said,” you answered.

“Tae?!” Minho nearly yelled. His face was forced back into its previous position by Jinho as she tried setting his foundation.

He didn’t seem as angry with a powder brush tapping around his face. But you knew you made the wrong move when he gave you the same look he did to his members when they made a mistake in the choreography. Only this time his jealous scowl was attached to it, too.

“Obviously, you’re my favourite dancer. But on the show you don’t dance a lot so he’s my favourite.”

Minho scoffed at that, causing both the artists to laugh at the interaction before they changed the subject to your work instead. You told them a bit about it, enjoying how attentive they were to your words and experiences.

When Minju entered the room to get herself ready, she gasped as she saw you.

“It’s so nice to meet you!” She bowed, and you followed her as you gave you that same sentiment back. The pair of you chatted away easily, excitement bubbling inside your stomach as you managed to speak so freely in front of her. You were a big fan of hers as well, having been part of the show for a while, and Minho even agreed to take a picture of the two of you together before Mihi insisted she needed to start working on the MC soon.

It was time for Minho to walk towards the soundstage, now that he was fully ready, and the pair of you made your way down there—hand never leaving his.

“You know, Tae also tried to flirt with me,” you decided to say, just to see your boyfriend’s reaction.

“Did he?” He let out, clenching his jaw visibly.

“Yeah, but then instead he told me all about how I’m like your caffeine.”

At that, Minho’s face changed from jealousy to pure embarrassment, and he was lucky it was then you reached the sound stage.

You forgot completely what you two were talking about as you saw the stage spread before you—you even jumped up and down twice.

“Min, this is so cool!” You exclaimed, “this is so fucking cool!”

Minho smiled at that, his eyes crinkling at your reaction. “Was it worth the wait?”

“This is so cool!” Is all you could say.

Minho wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pointing at different cameras and monitors and explaining what they were used for and when. You nodded at his words, listening carefully to everything he was saying.

Then it was time for him to start rehearsing, so you blew a kiss his way (as to not mess up his makeup) and clapped your hands in excitement. You had your camera at the ready too, snapping a few pictures of the set as you waited by the screens.

Jinho, who was monitoring the makeup on the screen, stood by you—helping you feel more at ease as the crew around the set watched as the three MCs rehearsed their lines.

After they rehearsed, and the dancers filmed one of their stages, it was time for a short break before the live stages were set to start. Minho got his makeup looked over before the pair of you were sent on your way back to his room.

You held onto his arm, your hand circling around his bicep as your other interlocked with his fingers. You kissed his shoulder lightly as you made your way down the hallway.

You passed the deep pink wall—the background of many pictures of your favourite idols—and so you stopped in your tracks.

“Min,” you started, but you didn’t even need to explain what you wanted before Minho grabbed the camera from your hand and gestured for you to stand against the pink backdrop.

After grabbing the small picture that printed out, Minho took out his phone and stood beside you—taking a selfie or four with you against the wall.

“Happy?” He asked as he handed you the now developed polariod. You nodded your head excitedly.

Minho chuckled at you, bringing a hand around your shoulder as he guided the pair of you back on your way towards his room.

Once you climbed up the stairs you reached your destination, sitting down on the couch by your boyfriend.

“So what’s happening now?” You asked, crossing your legs underneath your body.

“We have a few hours until we start. I usually just relax a bit before the crowd gets here and we do everything again but live.”

You nodded. “This is so cool.”

“You have mentioned,” Minho chuckled at you. He brought his hand to your hair, tucking a bit of it behind your ear.

“Can I ask you something?” Minho hummed in affirmation. “How come you share so much with the people who work here?”

“I don’t tell them anything private,” he promised you, “it’s just.. more relaxed around here. It’s hard talking about you with anyone who works at the company.”

“I don’t mind either way,” you assured him, “I just wasn’t expecting everybody to know me and tell me how much you love me.”

“Who told you that?” He questioned, his eyes averting to the plushie between your legs, avoiding your eyes again.

“Min, I think at this point I kinda know all that already,” you chuckled, amused by the way he was perfectly comfortable telling you he loved you, but suddnely now he was embaressed.

“I can be different here, I think,” he mused, “here I can be fun Lee Know who’s not cold and hard and if I said some of these things about you in the company they’ll think I’m being weird and--”

“—you’re not cold, Min,” you stopped him. He nodded. “But it’s nice being here,” you agreed, “everyone’s treating me like I’m famous or something.”

Minho grinned at you.

“So you’re enjoying yourself?”

“Yes,” you nodded, your smile reaching your eyes. “Thank you again.”

“What’s been your favourite part so far?” He asked, reaching for your hand and rubbing his thumb over the back of it.

“Well, I found the wall,” you said, reaching in to your pocket and grabbing all the polariods you took during the day, showing them off one by one to your boyfriend. “And I took pictures of the big stage! And I met Minju,” you smiled at the photo, “and of course my favourite part,” you found the picture you took of the monitor when it was focused on your boyfriend, “watching MC Lee Know in action.”

Minho laughed at that. You rarely called him by his stage name, and watching you get so excited about his side gig warmed his heart in ways he couldn’t quite explain.

He leaned forward, capturing your lips in a small kiss.

You ignored it all day—the thoughts probing inside your brain—but now that you were alone and kissing him, you couldn’t quite suppress it anymore.

The way he looked on stage, so happy and oh so stunning. His stage presence was always strong, always impossible to ignore, but on the stage you loved so much it was overwhelming you. The way he told just about everyone here how much he cared about you. The way he looked so confident in everything he did today. Even, the jealousy in his eyes when you dared call someone else your favourite dancer.

You were craving him.

So before Minho pulled away, you snaked your hands around his neck and pulled him closer. He moved his lips against yours softly, so softly you felt a lightness at the back of your eyes—as if the kiss was so strong it was dulling your other senses.

“Baby,” you whispered against his lips, tugging lightly on his hair.

“Yeah?” He asked, trying to pull away from your lips. In response, you climbed onto his lap and grabbed his jaw—pulling him even closer.

Minho responded instantly, sliding his tongue against your lips. You opened your mouth, your tongue finding his with familiar ease.

You could taste the makeup on his face, and you knew he could taste yours—but you didn’t care. All you could focus on was the feeling of his thighs underneath you, his hands around your hips, his lips on yours.

When you brought your hand to his chest, fingers reaching into his shirt, he finally pulled away.

His lips were swollen, he had lipstick around his cupid’s bow, and his eyes were glazed. It made you groan.

“What’s gotten into you?” He asked in a whisper.

“Nothing,” you shrugged, “you said we have some time to relax.”

You lean in closer, kissing underneath his jaw.

“Yeah, but we’re not alone,” he reminded you.

“We’re in your dressing room,” you countered, “we can lock the door.”

“Y/N, don’t forget yourself,” he warned you, “anyone can walk in here and need something.”

“They’ll knock,” you tried, rolling your hips against him. You could feel he was hard underneath you, you knew he wanted this, but Minho was very specific that when you two were outside of the house he wouldn’t do anything beyond kissing you. Even making out in a locked dressing room seemed like something very daring between the pair of you.

“What’s gotten into you?” He asked again with a chuckle.

“Seeing you on stage, Min,” you explained simply, bringing your hand down to the space where your bodies rested against each other.

“Calm down,” he said, grabbing your wrists and pulling your hands away, “you’ve seen me performing so many times before.”

“This is different,” you explained, rolling your hips again. Minho grunted at the contact, his grip on your wrist tightening.

“Regardless of that,” he started, tugging you away from him by your wrists when you tried to kiss him again, “we’re in public.”

“You could fuck me in front of that mirror though,” you said simply, looking at your reflection for a moment. Minho followed your line of sight, grinning at you through the mirror.

“Who are you and what have you done with my shy little girlfriend?” He asked, bringing his hand to your chin, forcing you to face him again.

He looked at your face, his eyes darkening slightly as he rubbed the lipstick stains away from your skin. His finger traced your jaw, your heart beat quickening at his actions, before his finger trailed down to your neck, your collarbone, and then rested on the M sat against your skin.

“Oh,” he let out in realisation. “When did you put this on?”

“In the morning,” you explained, swallowing slightly when you saw his expression change completely. “After you said you were gonna show me off to everyone.”

Minho cocked his head to the side, an impossibly attractive smirk on his still swollen lips.

“And then you saw I wasn’t kidding…” he filled in the blanks, his eyes still glued to the jewellery. “And now you’re horny.”

“I’m not the only one,” you argued, rolling your hips again. Minho grabbed you, stopping your movements completely.

“Yeah, but the difference is I have some self control,” he raised his eyebrows.

“Please, Min, you said yourself we have a few hours,” you whined lightly. “I’ll lock the door.”

“But if my baby’s in such a mood, surely I should open the door and ask everyone to come look at you.”

“Min,” you whined, trying to move in his grip. It was bad enough he wasn’t going to give you anything—it was straight up cruel for him to wind you up as well.

“Everyone’s heard a lot about you,” he kissed your jaw, “maybe today we should show them the parts I didn’t tell them?”

You groaned as he planted more kisses around your neck.

“Like how much of a slut my girl is,” he squeezed your hips.

“No,” you said, shaking your head, “not a slut.”

Minho looked up at you. You usually liked that name, telling him yourself it turned you on, so his eyebrows lifted up as he questioned you.

“Then what are you?” He asked softly.

“Your whore,” you corrected him, swallowing as you spoke.

You would’ve been embarrassed by the shock on Minho’s face—but it melted into a smirk just as quickly as he gasped.

“I see,” he nodded, his hands travelling down to your ass, “so you’re really in a mood.”

“Yes,” you confirmed.

“You can’t wait to get home?”

“No, I want you now,” you groaned. Minho grabbed your ass, hard, causing you to pulse around nothing.

“Get up,” he said, pushing you off his lap. You tried your best to hide your disappointment but stood up anyway. Before you could apologise for taking it too far—Minho walked to the door and locked it.

When he turned around you had to bite the smile on your face.

He walked over to you, kissing your forehead softly before he turned you around and wrapped his hands around your stomach. He walked the pair of you over to the mirror, kissing down your neck as he positioned you right in front of it.

“Like this? You want me to fuck you like this?” He asked, rubbing his crotch against your ass.

“Yeah,” you sighed, still in disbelief that Minho actually gave in to your request. He was a private person, but you guessed today you learned to see a different side of Minho from the moment you entered the studio.

“You’re gonna look at yourself while I push my dick inside you?”

“Yes,” you moaned, feeling him against your ass.

Minho started sucking on the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him with the hand still around your stomach. His other hand travelled up and down your sides—ghosting over your chest but never quite touching you there.

“And if I wanna take you like this?” He asked, spinning you around to face him. He pushed his crotch against yours, his erection teasing you against your jeans.

“Take me however you want, Min,” you moaned, rubbing yourself against him.

“You’re so fucking horny,” he chuckled dryly, wrapping his finger around the thin gold chain. “What got you this horny?”

“You,” you whispered.

“Don’t think I heard you,” Minho challenged. The rooms were all quite close together, and you knew if you said anything too loudly the people in the next room would hear you.

Minho was daring you.

“You got me this horny,” you said louder, swallowing loudly as warmth crept up your neck.

“You can’t do this,” he taunted, “you’re thinking with your pussy but we both know if I told you to moan loudly for me you wouldn’t. So why are you asking me to fuck you?”

“I’ll be quiet--”

“—but if I tell you to do something you need to do it,” Minho reminded you, “and do you really think you can take my punishment when you don’t moan loud enough for me?”

“I’ll do whatever you ask,” you nodded, jumping onto the counter you were pressed against and opening your legs wide.

Minho’s hand instantly grabbed your thighs and kneeded at your skin.

“That’s not my girl talking,” he said, kissing your cheek, “that’s your wet pussy talking for you.”

“Please,” you groaned, rolling your hips against the counter to feel something.

Minho looked down at your crotch, chuckling when he saw just how desperate you were in front of him.

“Or maybe you don’t even need me?” He questioned, grabbing the top of your thighs and rolling you against the counter again. “Is this enough for you?”

“No,” you begged, “I need more.”

“I’m not going to do anything,” he informed you, “we’re still in a very busy building and you can’t possibly be quiet.”

“You just asked me to be loud,” you groaned.

“I know,” Minho said, kissing you softly, “just wanted to see how far you’re willing to go for your boyfriend’s dick.”

At that, Minho walked away from you and picked up his script. He sat himself down on the couch, reading over his lines one more time in prepration.

“Minho,” you tried, but he simply shook his head at you.

“Not happening,” he dismissed.

“Minho,” you tried again, desperate for his attention. He kept his eyes solely on the pages in front of him.

“Calm down,” he advised.

“I’ll be quiet,” you tried.

“You know I’m gonna take that as a challenge,” he chuckled, “you being quiet means I’m not doing well.”

“Then I’ll be loud,” you offered.

At that, Minho looked up from his script over at you, his eyes dark as he leaned his head back. He looked at you for a few moments.

“What’s this about?” He questioned.

“I’m horny,” you said simply, shrugging your shoulders as you fiddled with your necklace.

“What’s it really about?” He offered you a second chance.

You jumped off the counter, walking over to him. You grabbed the script out of his hands, placed it on the couch beside him and climbed into his lap. You could tell Minho was holding himself back from placing his hands on you—instead they sat by his side.

“I’m proud of you, and you look stunning today, and I want everyone who already knows so much about me to hear how pretty I can moan for you.”

Minho licked his lips.

“I love being the person who gets fucked by Lee Know,” you added with a smirk, running your hands up and down his chest, until your reached his crotch.

Minho brought his hands to your hips, moving you against his thighs in an agonisingly slow rhythm.

“Maybe we should wait,” he offered, a raise in his brows, “we can go to the stage and I can fuck you in front of the cameras?”

“Fuck,” you let out, pushing against his thighs harder as you jolted from the friction.

“Is that what you want?”

You nodded quickly.

Minho grabbed your phone from beside him, checking the time. He smiled slightly at the new picture you set on your lockscreen—of him during his first time on the show.

He leaned up, grabbing your cheek as he brought your lips together.

“Tell me, whore,” he pulled away slightly, dragging you along his thigh faster, “when all those cameras are on you—are you gonna beg for my fingers or my cock?”

“Your cock,” you moaned, grabbing onto his shoulders.

“So everyone can see how you fall apart when my dick splits you in half?”

“Yes, Min, fuck,” you said, a rush running up and down your spine.

He leaned in, kissing you messily as you focused on riding against his thigh steadily.

“You better not make a fucking sound,” he warned against your lips, bringing a hand to his pants as he unbuttoned them. He pushed them down slightly, only enough to grab his dick out. He then unbuttoned your jeans, letting you manoeuvre for long enough to pull them down your legs.

“If I hear any sound outside we’re stopping,” he said firmly. You nodded.

Minho leaned up to kiss you softly, rubbing your shoulder. “You sure you’re okay with this?”

“Are you?”

“I’ll give you anything you want,” he smiled softly, “you just never wanted this before.”

“We’re alone, Min,” you assured him. “And I’ll tell you if I want to stop.”

He nodded before the pair of resumed your previous position, Minho nodding at you as you started sinking down on his dick.

“Fuck,” he let out, gasping softly as his head fell against the back of the couch. “Move when you’re ready.”

You nodded, moving up and down slowly as the pair of you groaned softly. Minho wrapped his arms around you, his fingers grazing against your bare thighs in comfort.

“Take your time,” he said sweetly. He kissed your cheek before he whispered down your ear, “the longer you take, the more likely someone is to come in here.”

You clenched around him.

“Maybe Tae will come to get me,” he kept going, smiling at the reaction he was getting—the wetness around his dick warm and so comforting, “he usually needs help with his dancing.”

“Really?” You chuckled, squeezing his shoulders as you upped your pace.

“Yeah, because I’m a better dancer than him,” Minho made sure to say, sighing as you clenched around him again.

“You think you fuck better than him, too?” You dared.

At that, Minho thrust up into you—causing you to swallow a moan before it escaped you.

“The only reason I’d let him watch you get fucked is so he can learn how to do it. And when I’m done with you he can try to make you cum,” he said through his teeth.

“Don’t think anyone can make me cum the way you do,” you said in between breaths.

“Right answer, whore,” he said, groaning as you clenched around him harder than before. “Fuck, stop that or I’ll be the one who’s too loud.”

At that you laughed, leaning up on your knees until only his tip was inside you—and then you sat all the way down, his dick reaching into the deeper parts of you.

Minho’s eyes fluttered shut as you repeated that action again and again and again, rendering Minho unable to move or even open his eyes.

“Where’d you go?” You asked, tapping his chin.

He grabbed your thighs, urging you to do it again.

“I’m trying to focus,” he let out, “you feel really fucking good.”

“I look good, too,” you smirked, “you’re missing out.”

Minho opened his eyes, blinking rapidly as he took in your features. You weren’t wrong. You looked amazing on top of him, controlling the pace, getting exactly what you wanted from him like you always did.

“It would be much better in front of the cameras,” he let out softly, “so they could capture how fucking beautiful you are riding my cock.”

You groaned.

“Quiet,” he warned you, burying his hand in your hair.

He pulled your face closer to his, kissing you messily, all tongue and gasps and teeth.

“Even if someone did knock right now I couldn’t stop,” you said quickly, “your dick is too fucking good.”

“It’s always yours,” he groaned, pushing you all the way down until he bottomed out. You rolled your hips, the pair of you gasping as he nudged your senstive spot again and again.

“I should take a picture of your pussy like this,” Minho said, tracing his hand around your clit teasingly. “So so full.”

You handed him the polariod camera instantly before you leaned back, bumping your hips up and down his dick.

Minho took the camera from you, unsure of what you wanted him to do with it. Nudes were not your thing, and although you were wearing that necklace today he didn’t think that meant he could just take a picture of you. Those were just words. But then, you did just hand it to him.

Before he could think about it too much you started moaning, finding the perfect angle as you sped up. Minho leaned forward, bringing a hand around your mouth to muffle your sounds.

“I said quiet, whore,” he said, kissing your neck as he felt your moans vibrating against his hand.

“Min,” you said, muffled, causing him to move his hand away.

“Yeah, baby?” He asked softly, grabbing your hand instead.

You leaned forward, hiding your head in his neck as you spoke. “Don’t like it when you cover my mouth.”

Minho nodded, squeezing your hand in agreement. “Can I put my fingers in your mouth instead then?”

You smiled at him, lifting your head from his neck and sticking your tongue out to him.

“Good girl,” he chuckled, bringing his index finger to your tongue. “And you’ve been so good today telling me exactly what you need.”

You started clenching at his praise, humming against his finger as he started meeting your thrusts from below. “You’ve been so so good with your words. And using our signals. I’m so proud of you, baby.”

You nodded, silently speeding up even more as you focused on sucking his fingers.

“Your pussy is so good, I’m gonna cum soon,” he warned with a grunt. At that he slid his fingers out of your mouth, moving them to your clit as he started rubbing it in fast circles.

You focused as much as you could on being quiet—letting your head fall on Minho’s shoulders as you felt him twitching inside you.

“Gonna cum,” you warned in a hushed whisper.

It was only a few moments later that your orgasm crashed into you—your mouth a perfect circle as you rode out your high in silence. As your walls clenched around him repeatedly, Minho came right after you, whimpering in between soft sighs.

You caught your breathes together, staying close as Minho planted small kisses on your shoulder. When you were ready to move, Minho rolled his pants further down his legs to avoid any mess on his outfit, and helped you stand up slowly.

You were lucky there was a shower in his room—and cleaned yourself off quickly. Once you were both dressed again, you sat down next to your boyfriend with a smile.

“Feel better now?” He asked with a smile, kissing your cheek.

Both of your faces were ruined, and you knew Minho would have to sit down to get his makeup redone. You had no idea how you’d get yours fixed without making it very very obvious why it got ruined in the first place.

Luckily, you remembered you packed some of your makeup with you this morning, and took it out in an attempt to fix both your faces.

Minho’s wasn’t too smudged, except for the colour around his mouth, but you managed to put enough translucent powder around it to make it presentable. The makeup artists could fix it for him.

Your mascara was gathered underneath your eyes, and Minho took a wipe from your makeup bag and cleaned it off softly.

“Thank you,” you said to him, taking a look at yourself in the mirror after he was done.

He nodded at you.

“You’re very quiet,” you observed, noticing the way Minho didn’t ask questions or say much like he usually did after sex.

Minho reached for your hand, locking your fingers together again. “Did you really want me to take a picture of you or was that just talk like most of it was?”

You pursed your lips together. “I’m—I’m not actually sure,” you admitted.

“I don’t want to take pictures of you,” Minho confessed. “I don’t want it getting into the wrong hand or for you to regret me having something like that.”

“That’s okay,” you agreed, nodding with a smile.

“I want to do everything you ask me to, but I couldn’t bring myself to take the picture and I’m sorry if that disappointed you or anything--”

“—Min, it didn’t. It was in the heat of the moment. Besides, your reason for not doing it is just to protect me, so it’s definitely okay.”

Minho nodded at that.

“And please never feel like you have to give me something just because I asked. You always say you can’t enjoy it if I’m not happy and that goes both ways,” you assured him.

Minho leaned forward to kiss you softly. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Lee Know,” you smirked.

He chuckled at you before burying his head in your hair as he hugged you tightly.

At that a thirty minute warning came on around the speakers, alerting everyone in the building to the time.

It was then time for Minho to go back to the makeup chair for any touch ups (which he definitely needed) and warm up his voice before the live stage started. You followed him around, clutching Leebit tightly as you smiled proudly at your boyfriend.

You cheered loudly like he asked you too—and at some point, you caught his eyes on you as the pair of you smiled at each other.

The crowd didn’t know you were his girlfriend, it was private, and the pair of you smiled at each other as you held onto that secret tightly.

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I wanna show you off 😜

Robby Keene x Black! Reader

Moskowitz!Reader

Fluff~

Your Relationship with Robby Right now was a Bit...

Taboo

When you an your Brother Joined Miyagi Do it was almost Smooth Sailing, Eli was Getting Grilled pretty Hard For his Behavior, While Miguel an Demetri Greeted you from 'The Dark side' as they would Put it. But there was still one Loose strand.

Robby.

Not only Robby. But his Relationship with you, You Made no Attempt to Hide it What'so Ever.

Every Party, Event DamnNear everywhere you Went to Were Tongue Fuckin' in some Dark Corner.

"What if They See Baby?"

"I Hope They Catch Us~"

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Eli Of all Was pretty Distort.

"Y/n That Fuck Chopped off My Hawk and Your still Locking Lips!?"

"Eli you Broke Demetri's Arm...I'm pretty Sure Hospital Bill Beats a 15 Dollar Box of Hair Dye!"

It Caused Issues. But you Two Made no Attempt what so Ever to hide your undying love, Robby Made Sure to Touch you as much as possible to piss Eli off Further.

"Tell Keene to Watch His Hands..."

"Please Stop Trying to Police My Husband Eli..."

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When Prom Came around Robby Mysteriously Had Cash to Blow on you, You tried your Hardest to Be generous with His Money But the Dresses he Picked Were Both Beautiful...and Expensive.

"Come on Baby, I wanna Show you Off~"

(⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)⁠♥

When you showed to Prom in your Dress, Robby couldn't stop the Heat from Coming to his Cheeks."You look Gorgeous Baby~" He wasn't the Only one Mesmerized, Everyone was Gawking at you like a Goddess.

"Hey I'mma Go Check on my Brother, He's Kinda Here alone-"

"I'll just Chill With the Cobra's" he said Quietly Reassuring you that he's Good.

"Right, Your Cobra's~" He gave her a Humourous Smile before Kissing your Cheek and Letting you Go.

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"You Look Beautiful Tonight, Ma said You went Shopping Earlier"

Your Brother Stared off into the Party, you could Feel How Uncomfortable He was with his Own Presence. What you'd Failed to Tell Him was How Hard you cut into Robby for the Little Hawk Incident, you Didn't like seeing anyone Beat down your brothers Confidence Even if he deserved it.

"Is he Treating you Well??" He averted his gaze from Whatever he was Looking at too Robby, Tory and Kyler an his Asshat Minions."Of course, Did Mom Tell you he Bought the dress?" He Shook his Head Returning his Gaze into the Deep Crowd of People, you Finally Gave up on Cheering the Young man Up an Instead Followed his Eyes too...Moon. "Eli...go Talk to her, Don't Stare" As he Stood you could Hear a Bit of Commotion an Saw your Boyfriend fuming at Whatever Kyler had Said.

"Chill man Think of it as Friendly Advice"

"I don't think Calling my Girlfriend 'Miyagi Ho' Isn't Very Good Advice"

You sighed rolling your Eyes as you walked over."Miyagi Ho Kyler? Really? Ya know before you used to hurt my Feelings, But That was Just Sad" Your Boyfriends Face Eased From his Anger as you Wrapped your Arms around his Waist."Now Shoo~ Before i Get Miguel to Whoop your ass again" He groans Before Calling his Buddies along with him.

"My Hero~"

"Oh Ha ha Keene, Wanna Ditch this Place an Party at my House?" His Brows Pinch an a mischievous Smirk Comes to his Face." We ain't Doing Much Partying If your Parents aren't Home"

"Mom Took Pictures Before Taking Night Shift, an a Rolled a Blunt Before I Left~" He Smirked Before Taking your Hand and Leading you Out, Your Were Stunned when he Led to a Very Expensive Car."Robby Seriously, Where's all this Money Coming From??"

"ill Tell you...After i Fuck you in it~" You Felt you Cheeks Warm as he Opened the Door For you, You Hope in and Share a Passionate Kiss Before Riding off to your Own Secluded Party~

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webslingingslasher · 10 months

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“trouble i think ive got something in ear can you look at it for me?”

“oh ho hooooo! i see how it is! nuh uh, pimple popping is a g word privilege petey”

G WORD PRIVILEGE!!!! READER WOULD TOTALLY SAY THAT SHIT ALL THE TIME.

"hey, trouble? would you mind checking this out?"

*inspecting his skin and poking at the inflamed area.*

"i was thinking an ingrown hair?"

"no way, that's a big ol' zit."

peter shuffles forward, "wanna pop it?"

"sure, just ask me to be your girlfriend first and i'll pop any pimple you want."

"those aren't mutually exclusive."

"yes they are. pimple popping is a g word privilege only."

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roosterforme · 1 year

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The Gift Exchange I Top Gun Dagger Squad edition

Summary: The Dagger squad celebrates Christmas with their annual gift exchange.

Warnings: Fluff, humor, adult banter

Length: 1000 words

Pairing: a mention of Rooster x girlfriend

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It was Christmas Eve, and time for the annual Secret Santa gift exchange before everyone dispersed to spend Christmas Day with their families. The Dagger squad met up at Bob's house with bottles of wine, along with their gifts.

"Welcome! Happy Holidays!" Bob greeted all of the aviators as they arrived. His jolly Santa hat was perched on his head. "Drinks and snacks are in the kitchen."

Phoenix kissed his cheek, making him blush, before she and Fanboy made their way to the kitchen.

"Should we raise the limit on how much we're allowed to spend on gifts for next year?" Phoenix asked, opening a bottle of wine. "Twenty bucks doesn't really seem like a lot when I always end up having to buy something for the most high maintenance one of you."

"Oh, you got Hangman?" Fanboy asked, pouring himself a glass of wine.

"Of course I got Bagman. I get him every year!" Phoenix complained. "Who did you get?"

"Coyote," Fanboy whispered to her. "And I never know what to get for him!"

Rooster and Payback wandered into the kitchen, grabbing drinks from the fridge. "Bob wants to open presents soon," Rooster said. "But I told him I'm going to need a few drinks first. This gift exchange never ends well."

"For real," Payback chimed in. "Why do we even do it?"

"To celebrate the spirit of Christmas! Ho Ho Ho!" Bob exclaimed. "Let's all go into the living room and exchange gifts!"

"Fine," Phoenix agreed, grabbing her expertly wrapped gift and taking it in. She sat on the floor between Rooster and Coyote, and she chugged her glass of wine.

"Last year, Coyote got me deodorant," Payback said. "The gifts this year couldn't be as bad as that."

"You needed it," the others all said in unison, but Payback just rolled his eyes.

"I'll go first!" Bob said, cheerfully handing a red and silver wrapped gift covered in glitter to Fanboy. "Merry Christmas!"

Fanboy took the gift with a smile. "Thanks, Bob," he said as he unwrapped it. But then his smile turned to a frown. "How many times do I have to tell you guys... I like Star Wars! Not Star Trek!"

"Sorry, I don't actually know the difference..." Bob said with a grimace.

Fanboy held up the Klingon action figure. "Oh well, I can probably glue on some felt and turn him into a Wookiee. Here, Coyote."

He tossed a gift bag to Coyote, and a plunger fell out onto his lap. "Seriously? It was just that one time, man!"

"You broke the damn toilet," Rooster said. "The locker room has never been the same."

"Yeah," Hangman agreed. "Great gift for you, honestly."

"Whatever," Coyote groaned, setting the plunger down and passing a gift to Payback. "Merry Christmas," he mumbled.

"Thanks," Payback said, unwrapping a pair of sunglasses. "Dude, I gave these to you for your birthday."

Coyote just shrugged. "I guess they actually are better than a plunger. Wanna trade?"

"No, thank you," Payback said, passing a box of condoms to Phoenix. "Sorry, I didn't have wrapping paper."

"What am I supposed to do with these?" she asked, cautiously taking the box from him. Rooster and Hangman were absolutely cracking up.

Payback just gaped at her. "Uh, have sex without getting pregnant?"

"I'm dating a girl, dickhead," she replied, looking around at the dumbest group of men she had ever seen.

"Ohhh, right. Right," Payback said, suddenly understanding his error. "Well if you don't want them, I'll take them."

"Sure, whatever," Phoenix mumbled, handing the condoms back to him. "Here Bagman, this is for you."

Hangman carefully tore into the gold and green paper, smiling brilliantly when he held up the gift Phoenix got for him. "A Malibu Ken doll! Looks exactly like me! Thanks, Phoenix!"

"You're welcome," she replied with a smirk, pouring some more wine.

Hangman procured a wrapped box from behind his back and passed it to Rooster. "Now, Rooster, I did have to go above the twenty dollar limit, but your girlfriend was begging me to get this for you." He was already laughing before Rooster even opened it.

Rooster looked at him with narrowed eyes as he unwrapped the box revealing an enormous purple dildo. "She did not ask you to buy this!" Rooster took it out and waved it around, and the others joined in with Hangman's laughter. "Nobody needs nine inches!"

Hangman and the others were still laughing when Rooster passed Bob his gift.

"Merry fucking Christmas," Rooster said, still brandishing the dildo at anyone who dared to laugh.

"Did you get me a 5-pack of beer?" Bob asked Rooster. "What happened to the sixth one?"

Rooster shrugged. "I got thirsty earlier."

Bob timidly asked, "Doesn't anyone here remember that I don't drink?"

"Oh, right. Well, hand them right back, my friend," Rooster told him, and he sat cradling the 5-pack and the dildo in his arms. "I'll take care of them for you."

"Why do we even bother doing this?" Phoenix asked. "We could all just go out for burgers together or something with our twenty dollars."

"It's the season for giving!" Bob tried to say, but everyone else just stood and started gathering up the gifts. He felt his smile falter a bit, feeling a little sad that he was the only one who loved the annual gift exchange.

But Bob watched as everyone shared a hug, genuinely wishing each other a happy holiday.

"Have fun with your nephews!"

"See you at the Hard Deck on New Year's Eve?"

"Bring some of that homemade pie back from Lemoore."

"Make sure you hug your mom for me!"

"Merry Christmas, Bob!" Everyone called as they left his house.

His heart felt full as he cleaned up the wrapping paper, wine glasses, and the purple dildo.

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mydarllinglover · 10 months

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Alone || Anti-Cupid

Blood pooled down Abrahams face as he sat back up.

Natalia's ears rang at the sound of the impact on his skull, as well as the screams around her, she didn't realise that one of them was her own.

"Ho!" Negan jeered. "Look at that. Taking it like a champ!"

"Suck... my... nuts." Abraham told him.

He swung his bat down another time, then again. "Damn!" Then again, and again, and again, blood splatted from the bat, coating a few of them around the face, in Abrahams blood.

It hit Natalia's cheek, warm on her cold skin, but it stung , like it was boiling hot.

"Did you hear that?" He asked, laughing. "He said, "Suck my nuts." He then swung down again, as they watched and cried in horror.

Until eventually, there was nothing left of the mans head, his brains spilled out on the ground from where his head was, his body layed still.

Natalia didn't cry, she couldn't she was stuck as she kept her eyes ahead, the lump in her throat made her feel like she couldn't breath.

Michonne, beside her didn't cry either, she sat tall, her arms swung as she kept herself still.

"Oh, my goodness!" Negan cackled. "Look at this." He shook the bat towards Rick, splattering him. "You guys, look at my dirty girl!"

He walked towards Natalia, placing the bloody bat in front of her, she didn't move her eyes, she couldn't.

"Natalia... look at it, I wanna see my bloody Lucille in your pretty eyes." She didn't. "There was a reason for all this, Natalia, and you were behind that reason. Red... and hell, he was, is, and will forever be red. He just took one or six or seven for the team! So, you're going to look at it, look at it long and hard, sweetheart."

She couldn't move.

"Natalia! Look at it!" He shouted at her.

Daryl got up from his spot beside her, throwing his fist at the man, having enough of him taunting his woman.

Negan fell back as Daryl reached for him, getting a grip of his jacket before Dwight and a few other Saviours pulled him away, pinning him to the ground.

"No!" Natalia cried out. "Get off of him, please!" crawling towards him, but a Saviour grabbed a fist fall of her hair, keeping her back.

"Daryl!" Rick called,

"Get off of him!" She fought against the man. "Stop it!"

"No!" Negan shouted, pointing his bat at them. "Oh, no. That? Oh, my! That... is a no-no.

"Please. Please, don't," Natalia whimpered, tears rolling down her face for the second time that day. "Don't, please."

"Natalia, honey, I'm trying to lecture here, could ya keep it down." He told her. "The whole thing, not one bit of that flies here."

Dwight stepped towards him, aiming the crossbow at Daryl.

"Do you want me to do it?" Dwight asked the man. "Right here."

"No!" Natalia screamed. "Don't! Please, don't do it, please."

Negan looked at her, before back at Daryl, grabbing a fist fall of his hair.

"Hm, Natalia? She yours?" He asked the man, who struggled against him. "You lucky son of a bitch, how in the hell did someone like you manage that, please teach all of us your ways." He snickered at him. "I could kill you, take out the competition." He pondered the thought. "Tell me, she sound like that when you're giving it to her, begging, crying so sweetly, whimpering as you're hitting it."

Daryl tried to get out of the men's hold, reaching to hit him again, but he couldn't.

"Must do" Negan chuckled "If ya got her crying like that, in front of the girlfriend of red over there, who I just ended. No." He looked up at Dwight. "No, you don't kill them... not until you try a little."

They dragged Daryl back, the Saviour let go of Natalia, she instantly went towards him, but the voice of Negan stopped her.

"Do not!" He shouted. "Make me change my mind, Natalia." He overpronounced her name.

Negan then stood up.

"Anyway, that's not how it works. Now, I already told you people, first one's free, then... what'd I say? I said I would shut that shit down! No exceptions. Even if you do have a ridiculously hot girlfriend, that doesn't want to look at her own faults, can I blame him? Hell nah, I'd do the same damn thing. Now, I don't know what kind of lying assholes you've been dealing with... but I'm a man of my word. First impressions are important. I need you to know me. So..." He paused for dramatic effect. "Back to it." He then turned around, bringing his bat down on Glenn's head, knocking him down completely.

"No!" Maggie screamed as the others stared, tears hadn't stopped flowing from any of them since they started.

Glenn sat back up, groaning in pain.

His whole face was covered in blood as his forehead was caved in, his eye had popped out the socket.

Natalia shook at the sight, her lip quivering.

"Buddy, you still there?" Negan asked, leaning towards him.

Glenn gasped for air.

"I just don't know. It seems like you're trying to speak, but you just took a hell of a hit. I just popped your skull so hard, your eyeball just popped out, and it is gross as shit!" Negan exclaimed.

"Maggie, I'll find you." Glenn mumbled as the others weeped at him.

"Oh." Negan clicked his tongue. "Oh, hell. I can see this is hard on you guys. I am sorry. I truly am. But I did say it. No exceptions!" He then whacked Glenn round the head with the bat. Bringing it down on him, over and over, until he met the same fate as Abraham. "Look at that" He laughed through swings. One couple steps out of line, so I end another, I'm like the anti-cupid." He went back to swinging.

Natalia sobbed at this, this was her fault, all of it was her fault.

"You punch of pussies." He said as they choked and sobbed hard. "I'm just getting started."

He finished with Glenn, swinging his bat around again.

"Lucille is thirsty." He laughed again. "She is a vampire bat. What?" Negan asked the group. "Was the joke that bad?"

"I'm gonna kill you." Rick whispered harshly.

Negan crouched down in front of him.

"What?" He asked. "I didn't quite catch that. You're gonna have to speak up."

Rick stared Negan down.

"Not today... not tomorrow... but I'm gonna kill you."

Negan sucked his teeth as he smiled at Rick.

"Jesus." He whispered. "Simon... what did he have, a knife?"

The man with the moustache stepped forward.

"Uh, he had a hatchet."

Negan looked at him in surprise.

"A hatchet?"

"He had an axe." Simon clarified.

Negan laughed at this.

"Simon's my right-hand man. Having one of those is important." He told Rick. "I mean, what do you have left without them? A whole lot of work. Do you have one? Maybe one of these fine people still breathing? Oh. Or did I..." He waved his bat around.

Rick didn't respond.

Negan let out a sigh.

"Sure. Yeah. Give me his axe." Negan told Simon, who did as he said.

Negan stared at Rick as he held his axe.

He then stood up, placing it in between his belt, then grabbed a hold of Rick, dragging him toward the RV. "I'll be right back. Maybe Rick will be with me. And if not, well, we can just turn these people inside out, won't we? I mean... the ones that are left." He then got inside the RV, with Rick, driving the big vehicle away.

They were left to sit there, guns were pointed at them, but no one could move anyway, what had just taken place, was enough to keep them there.

Dawn was approaching.

It was Evie's birthday, and Natalia didn't even know if she'd ever see her again, this made her cry even harder, digging her palms into her eyes as her body shook, the necklace Daryl and got the little girl was still in her pocket, of the cargo pants she was wearing, and it might end up there forever.

Natalia had promised she'd always come back to her, and she left without even saying goodbye, she'd never get to tell Evie that she loved her again, how she reminded her of a teenager she also grew to love so much, how she was like the daughter she had always hoped her own would grow up to be like.

Soon enough, she was the only person who still had tears to shed, and they all knew why, they all knew how important this day was to her, not all of them could fully understand to the whole extent, why, but they knew how much it meant to her, to celebrate her adopted daughters birthday, that she had been preparing and nagging them all about for days.

Eventually, the RV came back, Negan dragged Rick back out of it, then threw him on the floor in front of his family, his axe was in his hand.

"Here we are." Negan said. "Let me ask you something, Rick. Do you even know what that little trip was about?"

He didn't answer as all eyes stared at him.

"Speak when you're spoken to." Negan told him, in a bored tone.

"Okay. Okay." Rick found his words.

"That trip was about the way that you looked at me." Negan revealed. "I wanted to change that. I wanted you to understand. But you're still looking at me the same damn way... like I shit in your scrambled eggs, and that's not gonna work. So, do I give you another chance?"

"Yeah. Yes. Yes." Rick answered.

Negan nodded, patting him on the back.

"Okay. All right. And here it is, the grand-prize game. What you do next will decide whether your crap day becomes everyone's last crap day or just another crap day. Get some guns to the back of their heads." He ordered.

The men did as they were told.

"Good. Now... level with their noses, so if you have to fire..." He imitated an explosion "...it'll be a real mess." He then looked around, setting his eyes on Carl. "Kid." He wagged his finger, gesturing for him to come forward. "Right here."

Carl didn't move.

"Kid... now."

Carl stood up, walking to stand in front of him, as Negan took off his own belt.

"You a southpaw?" He asked him.

"Am I what?" Carl asked him.

"You a lefty?"

"No."

"Good." Negan told him, putting the belt around Carl's left arm, strapping it tight. "That hurt?"

"No." Carl whispered, he seemed so nonchalant, not bothered by the man, the complete opposite of the adults around him.

"Should." Negan said. "Its supposed to. Alright. Get down on the ground, kid, next to Daddy. Spread them wings." He took Carls hat off, tossing it. then pushed Carl down, so that he was lying on his stomach. "Simon... you got a pen?"

"Yeah." Simon answered, nodding, digging a pen out of his pocket, throwing it to Negan, who caught it, pulling the cap off with his teeth, then bent down to the ground. "Sorry, kid. This is gonna be as cold as a warlock's ballsack" He pulled up Carls sleeves. "Just like he was hanging his ballsack above you and dragging it right across the forearm." He drew a line along his arm. "There you go. Gives you a little leverage." He said to Rick, putting the cap back on the pen.

"Please. Please. Please don't." Rick whispered. "Please don't."

"Me?" Negan asked, chuckling at him. "I ain't doing shit." He then stood up, letting out a groan. "Rick, I want you to take your axe... cut your son's left arm off, right on that line. Now, I know, I know. You're gonna have to process that for a second. That makes sense. Still, though, I'm gonna need you to do it, or all these people are gonna die. Then Carl dies, then the people back home die... and then you, eventually. I'm gonna keep you breathing for a few years, just so you can stew on it."

"You... you don't have to do this." Michonne spoke up. "We understand. We understand."

"You understand." Negan told her. "Yeah. I'm not sure that Rick does. I'm gonna need a clean cut right there on that line. Now, I know this is a screwed-up thing to ask, but it's gonna have to be like a salami slice, nothing messy, clean, 45 degrees. Give us something to fold over. We got a great doctor. The kid'll be fine. Probably. Rick..." He crouched in front of him. "This needs to happen now, chop, chop, or I will crush the little fella's skull myself."

It can... It can... It can be me." Rick stumbled over his words as he began to sob. "It can be me. W- W. Y-You can do It to me. I... I can go with... with you."

"No." Negan told him. "This is the only way." He then stood up. "Rick... pick up the axe."

Rick didn't move.

"Not making a decision is a big decision." Negan said.

Natalia felt sick with herself when she found herself praying that Rick would do it, save them, only so that she could get home to Evie and Sully, her family.

"You really want to see all these people die?" Negan asked Rick when he still hadn't moved. "You will. You will see every ugly thing. Natalia over there, I don't even reckon she is capable of that, don't make me find out, because I will start with that little bitch, only if you make me. Her boyfriends gonna be caked in her brains and blood, then, I'll do the same to him, and then to the rest. You're pulling the trigger, Rick."

Rick groaned as he sobbed harder.

"Oh, my God." Negan rolled his eyes. "Are you gonna make me count? Okay, Rick. You win. I am counting. 3!"

"Please." Rick begged. "Please. It can be me. Please!"

"2!" Negan continued.

"Please don't do..." Negan slapped him round the face, grabbing his jaw. "This is it."

"Aah!" Rick shouted in agony.

"One." Negan finished counting.

Rick picked up the axe, holding down Carl's hand as he continued to cry.

"Dad... just do it." Carl told him. "Just do it."

Rick listened, raising the axe above his head.

Natalia held her breath at the sight, closing her eyes, not able to look at them.

"Rick." Negan crouched down beside him, once again. "You answer to me. You provide for me. You belong to me. Right?"

Rick nodded profusely.

Negan grabbed his face again.

"Speak when you're spoken to!" He shouted at him. "You answer to me. You provide for me."

"Provide for you." Rick repeated, signing his and his family's life away.

"You belong to me, right?"

"Right." Rick nodded. "Right. That... is the look I wanted to see." He stood up, snatching the axe away. "We did it... all of us, together... even the dead guys on the ground. Hell, they get the spirit award, for sure. Today, was a productive damn day! Now, I hope, for all your sake... that you get it now... that you understand how things work. Things have changed. Whatever you had going for you... that is over now." Negan laughed. "Ah. Dwight... load him up." He pointed his bat at Daryl, catching Natalia's attention.

Dwight grabbed a hold of the man beside her, lifting him up.

"No." Natalia shook her head. "No, please don't, take me, please, leave him alone." She begged as he was being dragged away. "Don't, please! Take me, leave him, please." Tears had started again, when he was shoved in the back of the truck.

"No fear, sweetheart, you're coming along as well." Negan smiled at her. "Good to know how bad you wanna come home with me." He snapped his fingers, a man grabbed her, lifting her. "Put her in another truck, I want them separated." He said. "Don't want any hanky panky that'll need cleaning up back there."

"No, no, stop it, let go of me." She fought against him, trying to get to Daryl, but he threw her over his shoulder as she kicked and scratched. "Stop, please! Let go." She screamed hysterically.

"For the love of God, somebody gag her." Negan laughed. "Sweetheart, save all that screaming for back at my place, you're gonna wanna." He winked, as she was dragged to another truck, dropped in the back of it, as she tried to scramble out, the doors were shut in her face.

"They both got guts, not a little bitch like someone I know." Negan told Rick. "Hashtag, power couple. I like them. They're mine now. But you still want to try something? "Not today, not tomorrow." "Not today, not tomorrow." ? I will cut pieces off of Natalia and... hells his name?"

"Daryl." Simon answered.

"Wow. That actually sounds right. I will cut pieces off of Natalia and Daryl and put them on your doorstep. Or, better yet, I will bring them both to you and have you do it for me." He stood up. "Welcome to a brand-new beginning, you sorry shits! I'm gonna leave you a truck. Keep it. Use it to cart all the crap you're gonna find me. We'll be back for our first offering in one week. Until then... ta-ta."

Michonne looked down beside her, where her best friend just was, a silver chain, with a purple pendent sat in her place.

Michonne bit her lip as it quivered, slowly picking it up, without going undetected, slipping the chain around her fingers, clenching it in her fist, as the Saviours drove off.

When they had arrived at their destination.

The doors of the truck Natalia was in, were opened, she was knocked over the head, before she could even properly see what was going on, then she was out like a light.

Natalia woke up in darkness, it was cold, felt small, the walls around her were solid, like concrete, if she had to take any guesses, she was in a cell, at the Saviours place, probably an identical one of where Daryl was, right now.

Natalia could feel that she wasn't wearing her clothes, she felt the fabric, it was a dress, long, with a deep plunge, something that would definitely show off her assets, something to put her down to nothing but a body, a piece of meat, the dress wasn't tight, but it wasn't loose either.

It was all she was wearing.

She hugged her knees to her chest, wondering who had the job of undressing her and redressing her, all whilst she was unconscious, seen her at her most vulnerable, whatever else they could have done to her.

She had no idea of how long she'd even been in there, it could of been hours or it could've been days, she had no clue how much time had passed since her friends had died, since they were murdered brutally, because of her.

She sat in the curled up position, reliving the whole experience over and over, thinking about her home, thinking about her dog and Evie, were they even alive? Were they safe, did she hate Natalia for not being there?

The door opened, light streaked in on her.

"Get up." A woman's voice said.

She didn't answer her.

"I said, get up." She repeated, grabbing a hold of her, yanking the woman from the ground.

The woman was blonde, her hair was pulled back in a bun, she had a nose ring and a neck tattoo, Natalia had no idea what it meant.

She stared at the ground as she was pulled along, Natalia could see now that it was a white dress. The woman dragged her past a room, she could hear the voice of Dwight and a woman talking.

She moved along.

"Laura. Wait up." The woman, Laura halted.

The same woman, who's voice Natalia could hear in the room, had followed them out.

"Yeah, Sherry?" She turned around to face the woman, Natalia didn't look up at her.

"This Natalia?" Sherry asked.

"Uh huh, Negan wants to see her."

Sherry walked towards Natalia, touching her arm, she flinched away from it.

"Sherry." Laura warned.

"Hey, Daryl's girl, right?"

Natalia looked up at her, her stare was icy.

"He's alive, in good hands, look, whatever... whatever Negan asks of you, just do it, do it for him."

"Sherry, don't." Laura said again, pulling Natalia along.

"If you love him, if you want him to stay alive, you'll do whatever he asks of you." Sherry continued as she was pulled down the hallway.

Laura had led her to a room, pushing her inside.

Negan was sat in front of a table, it was set up like a candle lit dinner.

"Natalia, ain't you looking mighty damn hot tonight." Negan jeered as the door was closed behind her. "Come on, don't be shy, take a seat."

Natalia saw the gun that was beside his plate, she closed her eyes as she took a seat.

"Attagirl." He commented. "Tell me, has old Daryl boy ever taken you out on a date?"

She didn't answer him, exhaling deeply as she picked at her fingers in her lap.

"Natalia, you ever wanna see him again, you're gonna entertain me, answer the questions."

"No." She bit.

"Phew." He blew out deeply, digging into the steak that was sat in front of him, in front of Natalia was a thin pancake, a smiley face was on it, done with whipped cream, blueberries made its eyes. "Picked blue, wondered if it would remind you of anyone special, hope you like it." He smiled at her. "How long you guys been together anyway? Before or after."

She looked at him, her eyes swam with anger.

"I will bring him in here, and make you shoot him."

"After." Her voice shook. "The same day we killed all your friends."

"Alright, I get your point." He nodded his head to the side. "How'd the two of you even end up together, you know Rick before, or something?"

"No."

"Come on, Natalie... I'm trying my damned hardest to get to know you, here." Negan groaned, throwing his head back in frustration.

Natalia took in a shaky breath.

"I met them eight months in, I was alone, and they took me in, were the nicest people I'd met since this whole shit show started, looks like they'll be the last."

"Now that's harsh, I'm being good to ya, aren't I?" Negan smirked. "How comes little 'ol you was by yourself, surely you had people wanting to look after you, a husband, boyfriend... oh, did you..."

She didn't finish his sentence, instead looked away and stared at the wall.

"Laura" Negan called through. "Go get Dwighty boy and his new pal, and a-"

"No! Don't please, I'll answer, I'm sorry, just, please, please just leave him alone." Natalia begged, standing from her chair as she fought her case.

"Never mind" He shouted through the door. "Sit down, get to chatting."

"It... it was me and my boyfriend, just us... we moved around a lot, until we found a quiet town... I, I couldn't fight, and I was scared and weak, no idea how I was going to survive... one day... we got into an argument, a big one, and during the night... he uh, uh he killed himself, swallowed a bunch of pills whilst I was asleep, he was the first walker I ever killed, also found out that it's not just the bite... then I was on my own, for half a year, until they found me."

Negan was quiet as he processed her words, a hint of sorrow came over him, Natalia doubted he even felt emotions.

"I'm sorry kid, really, that's a damn shame. Really sucks, don't it. I bet you carry that with you every day, think it's your fault, don't ya."

She looked up at it, her face stony and her brows furrowed.

"Look, Natalia, I know we didn't get off on a good start, you killed a bunch of my men. So, I killed two of your friends, the Asian one, with the sick chick, that was your fault, you got him killed." Natalia stared at her plate, holding back the tears that threatened to spill. "I know Daryl punched me, because I was being rude to you, but if you just did what I said, that wouldn't of happened, and he'd still be here, that was all you."

Natalia felt an overwhelming sense of nausea.

"I want us to be friend's Natalia, in fact, I want us to be more than that. I like you Natalia, a lot, you're super hot and you are super badass, Dwight told me how you took out one of my men with nothing but a swiss army knife, while your friends cowered in the back of that van, your boyfriend was out cold. That is the sorta woman I want by my side, helping me rule this place, and the others, I'll cut to the chase. Natalia, what's your last name?"

"Moore."

"Moore? Yes please." He joked, she didn't humour him with a laugh. "Alright, Natalia Moore, will you marry me?"

She looked up at him in horror.

"It's not a joke, you are hot as shit, I just told you that, considering you and Daryl ain't been shacking up long, I'm asking you to marry me, in return, you get a awesome as shit husband, that's me, everything you could possibly want, and I won't kill your boyfriend, I'll keep him alive, just for you, what do you say?"

"Screw you." She snapped.

"Yes, that is another perk, you're right." He smirked.

"Go to hell." She made her answer more clear.

Negan shook his head, clicking his tongue.

"Alright, I get it, you're still a little mad, I understand, I'm an understanding guy. I'm gonna ask you again in a few days, I expect your answer to have changed. Laura."

The door opened, Laura walked back in, dragging Natalia up from the chair.

"Take her back to her box, needs a little thinking time." He ordered.

Laura had walked her all the way back to the cell.

"I thought you looked smart." Laura told her as she shoved the woman in. "Guess I was wrong after all."

The door was closed.

The same pancake had been shoved under her door, she didn't know how long since the dinner with Negan, his words circled her head as she wept for her friends, for her family, and for her life.

She refused to eat it.

More had been shoved under the door, four to be exact, she wondered if that was the amount of days she had been kept there, she didn't touch any of them.

Laura had opened the door again, yanking her out of the cell, as she chucked some flats on the ground in front of her, to put on.

Turns out, Negan was going to Alexandria, and he wanted her there.

Her heart leaped at the chance to see her family, and it dropped for the same exact reason.

She hadn't known Daryl would be there until she was being yanked out the back of the truck by another woman, who she had heard being called Arat.

"Natalia, come here, I wanna show you what I just did." Negan called to her, "Maybe you can think on that little thing, again."

Arat pushed her towards him, Rick was stood by the gate, staring at her.

His men were lined up by the other trucks, eyeing her up, grinning and smirking at the sight of the woman.

She felt extremely uncomfortable in the barely coverable dress, that was the point, she tried to cover herself with her arms as much as possible.

Daryl was stood with them, beside Dwight, her lip trembled at the sight of him, he was battered and bruised, wearing a dirty, stained sweatshirt, and matching sweatpants, a large A was spray painted on it.

"Natalia, guess what?" Negan said, licking his lips. "That guy, over there." He pointed at Spencer, who was stood with Rosita.

She looked down, her hair covering her face as the two's eyes also fell on her.

"Didn't know who I was, after what I did to prove my existence to you people, hell, coulda damn near killed another of ya, set the tone, for the people that don't know, ya know, but no, you know what I did, I took a walker with Lucille over there." He gestured to the bat in Ricks hands, as he wrapped an arm around her, making the woman shiver away from him. "I saved one of you sorry lot from being ripped apart. Now, doesn't that sound like husband material?" He whispered in her ear, grinning widely at Daryl as he stared at them, his fists were clenched.

A dogs bark caught her attention.

Sully had come bounding towards them, towards Natalia, growling and sneering at the man who was with her, Sully didn't like him at all.

When he had got ready to pounce, a silent gunshot went off a bullet ripped through the dogs skull, putting him down.

Natalia's eyes shot wide, tearing up, her jaw hung open, as she collapsed to the ground, Negan let her, the last remaining existence of her old life was now gone, wiped.

"Oh, oh damn" He looked at the person responsible, Arat still had the gun aimed at the dog. "Natalia, was that your dog?"

She began to sob loudly as she crawled towards the animal, her fingers slipping through it's fur, resting her head on his side as she wept.

Everyone watched her, she looked mad, and to them, it was like free television.

"Can you believe this?" Negan asked the people around them. "You shoulda seen her the other day, could barely shed a tear, now look at this, over a stupid dog? Wow, you needa get your priorities in check. Alright, up you get." He crouched down, grabbing a hold of the woman as she flinched away from him. "You're gonna be my personal tour guide."

"Don't touch me." Natalia hissed.

"What was that? Sorry, Darlin' you're gonna have to speak louder than that. What? Nothing to say? Lets get this show on the road. See what kind of goodies you got in the cupboard." He yanked her forward.

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon smut #the walking dead daryl #twd daryl #carl grimes #carol peletier #daryl fanfiction #glenn rhee #michonne #rick grimes #daryl dixon x reader #darylxnatalia #daryldixonalonetwd #negan smith #the walking dead negan

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You write about Henry yet you wanna talk shit about him as well? Girl pick a side. You said he’s problematic bc of his racist girlfriend so why write fics about him? Clearly you’re not that bothered by him

1.) come from behind that wall bitch I wanna talk. It’s giving pussy since you wanna sit behind that anon button.

2.) I never said he was fucking problematic, it takes nothing for you to read and I NEVER called him problematic. I was talking about his lil girlfriend. Stupid ass.

3.) I’ve been in this fandom for over fucking decade and some change, I’m not just gonna not support him and not write for him. Fucking goofy. Oh and here’s another thing: it’s my fucking page. 😄

4.) pick a side?! Lmao how about you pick a side and suck my dick. I do whatever the fuck I wanna do. And if I called you or your lil friend a mf problem because “being imperfect” equates to “being racist” you’re a goddamn idiot and YOU’RE apart of the problem.

So don’t come to my mf page with this bullshit especially if you can’t be a grown ass individual and step to me without that anon sticker and/or my DMs. So until YOU DO THAT—

Come correct addressing me puss—ahh—ho.

#listen don’t come to my mf page with this nonsense cause I will drag you for your mf filth #henry cavill #and she is mf racist bitch #when you hoes gone learn to stop playing with me #this my mf page ima do whatever the fuck I wanna do

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sakiblack · 1 year

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THE STAR IN THE NIGHT SKY

PART 8

aonung x sully reader:

reader is named Riti if you wish to have another name pretend its your selected name when someone will say Riti.

I was still thinking why i even thought he was nice ,of course he was an ass.I was still on my ilu as i came closer to the beach I made my way off of my ilu and startedto walk home.I was not walking for a long time until i saw Loak walking walking towards me with Neteyam next to him.

-Hey Ri sorry we are late but someone was with his girlfriend.

Said Neteyam teasing Loak.

-Bro she is not my girlfriend!

Said Loak as he was giving Neteyam and annoyed look.

-Yeah yeah what ever you say.

Said Neteyam as he looked at me.

-You ready for a night ride?

He asked.I was thinking for some time until i saw someone coming out of the water.It was Aonung.

-Hell yeah i am ready lets go.

I said as i started to walk to the forest behind the village.I did not wanna see Aonung let alone talk to him or hear him.Thanx to my fast walking i was in the forest in no time my brothers behind me and Aonung was nowhere to be seen.Good at least he did not follow us.Neteyam was the first one to call his ikran followed by Loak and me.

As i called Aza and she was in front of me in no time.I could tell she was happy to see me.I peted her head and sat on the saddle.As i made the bond my brothers were already waiting for me.

-You ready?

Asked Loak.

-Do you even need to ask me?

I answered with another question.In response he only smiled at me and took of flying.I was right behind him.As we came out of the small forest we made our way to the sea.By this time it was already dark and i could see the stars and the moon.Neteyam was riding next to me as he too was looking at the stars.I could feel the night breeze playing with my hair.It was perfect i could even hear the sea under me.

I could see Loak doing some spins with his ikran while yelling in happiness.I smiled as i saw him so happy.

-Wanna join him?

I could hear Neteyam ask me.

-Yes!

I said smiling at him as we made our way closer to Loak.Now we were all yelling in happiness as each of us was spining or doing some tricks on our ikrans.

-WOOHOO!

Yelled Neteyam as he was going down to the sea.

-AYAYAYA!

I yelled as i was too now going to the sea .Loak was doing some circles with his ikran.As i came closer to the sea I could hear Neteyam say something to me.

-Wanna race back to Loak?

-Oh ho ho someone wants to lose again?

I asked Neteyam with a smirk on my face.When ever we had a race i was the winer.

-This time it will be deferent!

He said.

-Well then lets see how deferent it will be.

I said as we both started to fly back to Loak.I must say he was faster then before but Aza is known for being one of the fastest ikrans.And as I thought i was the first one.

-AYAYAYA!

I said as i celebrated my victory.

-See nothing was deferent this time bro.

I said looking at Neteyam.

-Well I let you win.

-For sure.

I replied.

-Bro we all know if i was in the race i woud win.

Said Loak as we all laughed.

-We need to go home now or dad will skin us.

Said Neteyam as he started to fly back to the village.Loak gived me a look and started to fly after him.I did the same while looking at the stars.There was so much of them.I could stare at them fort he res tof my life.

As we got close to the village Neteyam started to land on the beach Loak right after him.I was still flying when they both go tof of their ikrans.I looked down at them as they were waiting for me.I signaled them with my hand that they can go.They looked a one another and started to walk to the village.I landet shortly after but before i could get down from Aza someone walked out of the forest.

-Hello?

I asked as i could not see whu it was.

-You guys are late again.

I could hear someone say and i knew who it was.

-What do you want fish lips.Im not up for learning something that does not even exist.

I said annoyed.

-Look about that.Im sorry they are my friends and i just did not want to make them think i was....

He stoped.

-You were talking to one of the demons?

I asked.

-No i mean yes but when you put it like that it does not sound right.

He said looking at me.

-Look im sorry they dont realy get used to new people fast.

He started as i interrupted him.

-Im not mad at them i dont care about them.Im mad with you.

I said as he looked away from me.

-Im sorry about that too but what i taught you was right.I just told them it was wrong.

He said still not looking at me.

-Really?

I asked happily.

-Yes.

He replied as he looked at me.

-Well then fish lips we are good.As long as they stay away from me.

I said.

-What you ganna kick them or something?

He asked.

-Well lets say if i see them one more time saying something i dont like they arent ganna be happy.

I replied with a smirk.

-Got you.

He said smiling.I go got off of Aza and peted her.

-This is the thing you wanna take me flying with?

He asked as Aza growled at him.He looked a little scared and took a step back.

-Aza.

I said looking at her.She looked away from Aonung but still making growling noises.

-It has a name.Aza , she is Aza.

I said looking at Aonung.

-Got it.

He said still looking a little bit scared.

-You can go girl.

I told Aza as she started to fly back into the forest.

-You got a name fort the ilu yet?

Asked Aonung.

-Not yet.

I replied as i started to walk to the village.I could hear Aonung run to me so he can walk next to me.

-You guys are loud when you fly.

He said.

-Mhm we are.

I replied not looking at him.

-And you guys were late.

-Wait were you waiting for us?

I asked now looking at him.

-What waiting for you idiots? Never.

He replied as he looked to his left.

-So you were waiting for me?

I asked as he looked at me.Even if it was dark i could still see a little red on his face.

-I mean think about it there is no way you just came out of the forest at the same time i landed.

-You stupid tree head it was a coincidence.

He said as he was looking at me.

-Oh dont worry fish lips you dont need to lie to me.

I said as i peted his sholder.

-Oh shut up tree head.

He said with a smirk as he pushed me a little and started to run to the village.

-Hey! Come back hire fish lips!

I yelled as i started to run after him.

The days with metkayina have been really amazing.I have learned a lot about the way of life hire.I spented most of the mornings with my siblings ,Tsireya and Rotxo.And most of my afternoons were spented with Aonung.We mostly talked , went on rides with our ilus or he just taught me the hand thing.But today was deferent.This morning i did not go with my siblings.I made my way out of the village into the forest.Today was the day Aonung said i could take him for a ride with Aza.I was really excited as i made my way to the spot Aza was most of the time.When i got on her we made our way to the beach that Aonung was ment to meet me on.I was pretty high ou in the sky when i got to the beach and i could see Aonung sitting on the sand playing with some sticks.Aza started to land as he finaly looked up at us.As Aza landet he started to walk closer to us.

-You ready fish lips?

I asked smiling at him.

-Im not sure i did not have a good sleep last night and.

He started to say but was interrupted by me.

-Oh come on you will be safe im not like my brother.I dont to stupid tricks when someone is riding with me.

-Fine fine.Where do i sit?

-Well Tuk sits infront of me but you are taller so it would be better if you sit behind.

I said as i looked at him i could only see a small smile on his face.

-So do i just get up?

He asked.

-Mhm only if you need some help to get up.

I said as he started to make his way on to Aza.

-No im good.

He said as he got on Aza.Aza made a quiet growl.

-Dont worry about her she just does not like you.

-What?

He asked to witch i only replied with another question.

-Are you comfortable?

-As mush as i can be on this thing.

He replied now Aza growl mush louder.

-Again this thing has a name.

-Yes i know i know.

He said.

-Well ok can you give me your hands?

I asked as i looked back at him.As i did i could see a small blush on his face.

-What why?

-Well we dont want you to fall do we?

-No we do not

He replied as he gived his hands to me.I pulled his hands around my waist.

-Make sure to hold on with your legs as well ok?

-Mhm

-Good then we are ready to go or do you have any last words?

-Any last words?!

He asked as Aza started to fly up in the air.I could hear a quiet scream from Aonung to witch i smiled.His hands around my waist grabed me tighter as he did not wanna fell off.As we were high enough Aza made her way to the sea.

-You are good now fish lips.

I said.

-Are you even looking?

I asked.

-Y yeah i am.

He replied.I looked back at him as i was meet with his closed eyes.

-Come on Aonung your fine.

I said in a calm voice.When i said his name he immediately opened his eyes.

-What did you call me?

He asked i never called him by his name im guessing that took him off guard.

-That is your name is it not?

-Yeah it is.

-Well do you like it?

-I mean i do like the way you say it.

He said looking in my eyes.

-Im talking about the view.

I replied as i smiled at him.

-Wha oh yea that.

He said as he looked away from my eyes and looked to the sea under us.

-Wow.

Was the only thing he said as he was looking everything under us.

-I know.

I replied as i looked away from him.We spendet some time like this not talking at all.I liked it.The silent was really calming.Looking at the blue sky and the ocean was really nice and i could tell that Aonung liked it as well.I did look back at him some times to make sure he was doing fine.And every time i did i could see a small smile on his face as he was looking up down left and right.Everything was silent until he asked something.

-Do you think we could do this again?

-Hm? You mean if i can take you on a ride again?

-Yeah.

- Of course as many times you would like.

-Good.

Was the last thing he said.After some time Aza started to fly back to the village.Not me nor he said anything.As we landet on the sand he did not get of.

-You ready to get down?

I asked but he did not say anything.

-Fish lips?

I asked as i looked back at him.He was looking right at me but still did not say anything.

-You good?

Again he did not say anything.

-Fish lips do you wanna get down or would you like to stay on Aza?

-Why did you come hire?

-What?

-Why did you come hire?

-Well we came hire cus one of the avatars took Spider,dad said he could lead them back to out home so we had to leave .

I said fast still looking at him.

-Spider?

-My brother.Well i mean he is a human so he is not my real brother but i see him as one.

-I see.Do you wanna go back?

-Back home? I mean i do but im starting to like this place more and more.

-So your happy you came hire?

-Yes i am , i like it hire, i like everything the nature , the sea , the people.

-I see.

He said as he went of of Aza.

-Im happy you came hire as well.

He said as he started to walk away.

-Wha where are you going?

-Blue rocks you still need to learn things today.

Blue rocks are some big rocks next to the sea.We are there all the time well at least every time he teaches me things.

-Wait for me fish lips!

I yelled as i got off of Aza and started to run after Aonung.

#avatar way of water #avatar x reader #aonung x reader #avatar #awow

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findingschmomo · 1 year

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Fic Writer Questions

@spinyfruit tagged me in this and so im actually gonna do it

1.) How many works do you have on AO3

oof. officially? 54 fics.

unofficially? (aka including my anon fics) 66 fics

I also have some orphaned works from FF that im not counting tho

2.) What’s your total AO3 count?

I'm assuming this means word count? If so: 1,192,409

3.) How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

I have written for:

Haikyuu

Hetalia

Hunter x Hunter

Spy x Family

Free!

Sk8

My Next Life as a Villainess

Puppet History

Deltarune

So 9.

4.) What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

My top 5 Kudos fics are all Haikyuu LMAO.

#Betrayal (IwaOi, Kudos: 6,349)

And All the Prince's Men (IwaOi, KageHina, Kudos: 4,219)

The Sweetest Smile (KyouHaba, IwaOi, Kudos: 3,950)

Melt Me With Your Gaze (IwaOi, Kudos: 3,264)

Anonymous Fic : ) (Kudos: 3,155)

The Best I Ever Had (IwaOi, Kudos: 2,450)

5.) What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Okay i'm only counting fics that have endings, and are not anonymous. But honestly? I dont write many angsty endings. Don't get me wrong, i go hard on angst, but my endings are usually fairly happy.

I guess it would have to be Out of the Oven and Into the Fire (RusAm ABO). But even then, it's the third story in a four part series. But this one deffo ends sad.

6.) What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Like ALL of my stories lmao. Or the vast majority. I feel like counting the oneshots that are just fluff to begin with is cheating. I guess I'd go with Courting Disaster because it has a very fluff ending.

7.) Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you’ve written?

I HAVE ONLY EVER WRITTEN ONE CROSSOVER. AND IT WAS A SECRET SANTA GIFT FOR MY HORRIBLE GIRLFRIEND WHO REQUEST THE PROFESSOR/SPAMTON SMUT FIC.

PuppetRune: Cursed Route

8.) Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I write....a LOT of smut. Basically all of it is explicit m/m. I've written a lot of ABOverse stuff too now. Most of my anon fics are just porn I am uncomfy having tied to my name x)

9.) Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

I typically don't. I have this weird worry that ppl might percieve it as me inflating my comment number? I only respond if someone is asking a question or I recognize the username and wanna say hi.

10.) Have you ever received hate on a fic?

oh hunny. i've gotten death threats. I literally had to get AO3 admin involve because two users were stalking my one fic demanding i kill myself, my readers kill themselves and that I report myself to the police....on like every chapter update..which meant they were subscribed (?)

ive also gotten very annoying entitled ones, demanding i change things but idk if that's classified as hate.

but 9/10 times every comment i recieve is wonderful and lovely.

11.) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I've had links to my fics posted on good reads which i HATE. but no i dont think anythings been full on stolen hopefully.

12.) Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yep!

#Betrayal was translated to Spanish

The Best I Ever Had was translated to Thai

Melt Me With Your Gaze was translated to Russian

13.) Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes I have! All three times with @notallballs for the Sk8 fandom

Get (Un)Lucky (LanReki)

Ready when you are (LanReki)

Camera Ready (LanReki)

It was a really fun experience to do!

14.) What’s your all time favorite ship?

TOUGH. I'll always be a ho for IwaOi. But RusAme owned my high school years and has made a startling comeback.

15.) What’s a WIP that you want to finish but you don’t think you ever will?

Honestly, probably Apart from the Pack (UshiIwaOi). I love that fic. I love the world building i was able to create and explore. I have an idea for an ending, but I just can't really bring myself to write Haikyuu rn :////

16.) What are your writing strengths?

My favorite thing in the world is to write dialogue. I LOVE IT. ITS MY PASSION. And not to toot my own horn, but i think I'm fairly good at it.

17.) What are your writing weaknesses?

Honestly probably grammar lmao. Like, the really nitpicky stuff. I also think I could get better at writing descriptions of things.

18.) What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in fic?

I've done it. I've gone back and forth on it. I mostly don't, except for fics like My Salvation (RusAme) where the whole point is the existence of a language barrier.

19.) What was the first fandom you wrote for?

WARRIOR CATS

IT WAS A CRACK FIC AND I AM STILL ASHAMED

20.) What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

OOF! I love so many of them. Let me at least do top 3.

Bridge the Gap (UshiIwaOi) will always be special to me. I pour my entire heart and soul into that. It's not as popular as all my other Haikyuu fics (because of the pairing lol) but I really do think its my best work.

A Human Invention (RusAme) is also special to me. It's my most ambitious work imo, because each update required SO MUCH RESEARCH. And I just really loved being able to play with heavy themes and philosophize on the nature of existence. If only I could just write the last god damn chapter

Now, here's a curveball: A Challenge (Keith/Geordo) My one and only My Next Life as a Villainess fic. I think it's one of my best oneshot porn fics. I had SO much fun writing it even though no one read it lmao.

Idk who to tag so i'm just gonna not. this already took wayyyy too long to do. but it was fun!

#fanfiction #my shitty fics #i cant believe how much ive written #NOW IF ONLY ID WRITE SOMETHING ORIGINAL #tag meme #ignore me

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seanfalco · 2 years

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Repeat Offenders 😳👉👈 (literally my favorite Nathan series)

eeee I'm so glad! Repeat Offenders is my baby, my foray off into uncharted territory.

( series masterlist )

From ch. 9 - Mum's Gettin' Married

“Ah, just look atcha, y’look so handsome,” she murmured, holding Nathan’s face, and he grinned at her praise before her hands moved to adjust his tie.

“Not used t’feelin’ so fancy,” he replied, his chest constricting with affection as he met his mum’s proud gaze.

Unsure why he felt the need to tell her this now, he just knew he did. “So, there’s somethin’ I gotta tell yeh,” Nathan began, holding up his hands when his mum’s eyes hardened suspiciously and her lips pressed together like they did when she was angry with him. “It’s nothin’ bad, I swear!” he exclaimed quickly and she raised her eyebrows as if waiting.

“Remember when y’told me I could move back in, and I told yeh I had a flat with some mates?”

“Yes,” she replied slowly, watching him warily.

“Well I, uh, I lied.”

“Nathan!” him mum exclaimed, “now why would y’do that?”

He shrugged slightly, shoving his hands in his pockets as he avoided her gaze. “I didn’t wanna worry yeh, and you looked so happy with… Jeremy,” he said reluctantly, as if even the man’s name was too hard for him to say, even on their wedding day. “I didn’t wanna cramp your style,” he explained and his mum shook her head ruefully, a mixture of worry and fondness in her eyes.

“So where have you been staying?” she asked, planting her hands on her hips.

“Now don’t get cross,” he said quickly, “but I was squattin’ at the Community Centre.”

“Nathan!” she exclaimed sharply, “please tell me you’re not still staying there.”

“I told you not t’get cross!” he exclaimed, pulling his hands from his pockets in a soothing gesture. “I don’t live there anymore. I’ve got a flat, f’real this time… with my girlfriend,” he added, feeling his cheeks heat slightly as his mum’s brows rose.

“Girlfriend?” she asked curiously, her frown instantly replaced with a grin. “It must be serious if you’re livin’ together. Well, do I get to meet this girl?”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t worry,” Nathan answered, biting his lip to fight back a giddy grin, “she’s my date for today.”

“Oh ho!” his mum exclaimed, clearly tickled at this news. “And where did ya meet her?”

Nathan snorted. “Community service. Who knew there were so many hot girls with ASBOs?” he said cheekily as his mother clicked her tongue and swatted lightly at his shoulder.

“But seriously,” he continued through his laughter, “she’s... amazin’ and you’ll be happy t’find, a pretty good influence on me, if I do say so myself,” he admitted, smirking, “well… except for... ” he trailed off, clearing his throat quickly and waving the thought away. “Anyway, I just wanted t’come tell yeh how radiant you look today, before well, you know,” he announced, smiling as she embraced him.

#joz answers #kitmon #joz.wip

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theagents23 · 9 days

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The Agents 2

Scarface: The Rise Of Fat Black

1986

Cesar: Nah son, I'm tellin you. That's one of Big's dudes.

Baptiste: I don't give a fuck, I'm tryna get this money. Now there's four of us and one of him, he's old and I heard he don't fight no more cause he fucked his knee up back in the day. We take out his legs and we got all the time in the world to run through that nigga's crib.

Cesar: Yo you're not listening, and you only got three people, I'm out.

Baptiste: That's cause you been fuckin round with Mia, that pussy got you actin pussy.

Cesar: No you dumbass mothafucker. That WHOLE crew, has every member callin themselves "Big" so nobody aside from them actually know who the real big is. That old dude could be the real one. You tryna be a stickup kid, you gon get shot before you even make a name for yourself.

Baptiste: If mothafuckers don't say shit, don't nobody know shit.

Cesar: I don't know shit. I know I'm leavin, you a fool and you two some hos.

*incoherent shit talkin sounds from the back.*

Baptiste: Pay no mind to the bitch in the front seat, she was just leavin.

*Cesar opens the door, gets out, and begins walking away.*

Baptiste: AYO! TELL MIA I SAID WUSSUP. I KNOW SHE MISS HOW I USED TO HIT!

*Cesar turns but continues walking backwards slowly.*

Cesar: YOU AINT HITTIN IT NOW NIGGA, THAT'S WUSSUP.

*As the young man walks out of sight the leader of the crew in the car drives a few blocks down and parks at the vantage point to watch the entrance of the old sensei's home. When night falls the trio stalk their way toward the back of the house, guns cocked and ready, their footsteps masked by the breeze and chirping crickets. Intent on not leaving empty handed, gunshots pierce the silence of the neighborhood after coming face to face with a pair of teenage boys and their girlfriends who all draw weapons. The scene quickly turns to a bloodbath as the man known as Fat Black splatters the upper portions of Baptiste's accomplices on the wall, floor, and ceiling with a sawed off shotgun from close range. Taking a portion of one of the blasts, the would be victimizer stumbles backwards against the wall in the kitchen bleeding a trail from where he touches to where he falls. Fat Black walks over, kicks the gun Baptiste had dropped out of his reach, and picks up a hammer and a small flat-head screwdriver out of a toolbox next to the sink.*

Baptiste: Yo I'm sorry man, come on

Fat Black: OH, YOU'RE SORRY? I DIDN'T KNOW YOU WERE SORRY. I'M SORRY TOO. YOU'RE SORRY, I'M SORRY, WE'RE ALL SORRY. EVERYBODY'S SORRY.

*Fat black sits on the floor against the wall next to where Baptiste was bleeding out slowly.*

Fat Black: My boy don't get to be sorry. My nephew over there didn't even know he could be sorry. They were kids and you were more concerned with money.

*Baptiste begins sobbing uncontrolably*

Baptiste: Please man, I don't wanna die.

Fat Black: And I didn't wanna kill you. Before you and your stupid ass friends busted in here and fucked ALL MY shit up, I didn't even know you. But you can't live now...I mean...you've killed people in my family. Who the fuck told you that's how shit works?

Baptiste: Yo, nobody has to know shit. I'll just go. I won't say nothin.

*Baptiste struggles to get to his feet prompting Fat Black to stand up and shove him back to the ground with his boot.*

Fat Black: You're not going anywhere.

*After tying him to one of the kitchen chairs and securing his extremities down to the digit out in front of him, Slim Wallace went to work. High pitched screams almost as loud as the preceding gunshots reverberated off the walls of the two family home as the small screwdriver was driven deeper and deeper under Baptiste's fingernails with each tap of the hammer. He stabbed him in the eye with a steak knife, drove several screws into each of his knees, scalped him with a pie cutter he heated up on the stove, chopped off the upper portion of his ear with a pair of rusty shears, and upon finishing with every finger except the pinky on each hand, he undid some of the restraints while consoling his torture victim.*

Fat Black: It's ok, it's ok, you're ok now. You're gonna be ok.

*Slim pulls a meat cleaver from a drawer and chops both of Baptiste's hands completely off before pouring whiskey on the stubs. Amidst the blood curdling screams emitted from the young man's mouth Fat Black manages a small snicker and a few words under an exhaughsted sigh.*

Fat Black: I really didn't want to have to do this anymore.

*A final blast from his sawed off puts an end to the commotion and the night air of the neighborhood refusing to call the police out of fear, was once again only filled with the sound of crickets.

Missouri was exactly as it sounds in the coming years for Slim, his brother and sister unable to cope with their loss and Slim's part in it, they shunned him and in doing so made his involvement obvious to the rest of their family from the group home they were raised in.

For three years Slim continued making his money by working under the shadow kingpin known as "Big" until the day came when his ambition exceeded his capabilities as a subordinate. After assembling a crew of naive young men and women loyal to him, Fat Black set out to rob and replace the man at the top. As had happened before, the head of the narcotics organization's home was raided and siezed by Slim and his soldiers. Leaving a bloody and grim scene in their wake they made way for their leader before entering the room "Big" was believed to be in. Upon entering, Slim realized the room was empty except for furniture, a desk with a small amount of coke and some lines laid out, and a television sat on a black metal roll-around stand with a camcorder poited at him next to it.*

Fat Black: Leave the room.

Joe: You sure? This could be a trap, it looks like one.

Fat Black: I'm sure.

*When he turns on the television, the grey haired weathered face of the man he'd only met once before was staring back at him while smoking a cigar. When he spoke, his stern and disappointed expression did not lose it's lustre.*

Tony: I expected better from you.

Fat Black: If you were expecting anything your men wouldn't be dead.

Tony: They're not my men, they were yours. This isn't a fuckin cartel, it's a business. You think I got money? Go check the safe, it's behind you behind that stack of books.

*Slim walks over to the book case and moves the only books on it stacked horizontally to reveal a combination safe.*

Tony: Combo's 18-72-17

*He turns the dial to the three numbers, turns the handle, and opens it to find one thousand dollars and an 8 ball of cocaine.*

Fat Black: How have we been moving all this product if you got nothing to show for it?

Tony: I learned a long time ago, the only use being on top has is to make sure no one else can be. Our stuff comes from a place that splits the profits between all the people who make it so nobody gets rich but they can live. I don't cut our shit so it stays pure, and the money I do make goes toward helping people. I donate and privately fund projects in the community. Water fountains, playgrounds, YMCA; shit like that. Everything else is just favors.

Fat Black: You're lying, nobody does this for free. How do afford your life and all this shit?

Tony: I told you, favors. I don't own nothing, and I have a job.

Fat Black: If that's true, you're a fool. But either way I'll be seeing you soon enough to make sure.

Tony: Mira, you think you're the first to try this shit? Every fuckin body wants to play God, nobody knows what it means. I'm not your boss hermano, I'm your landlord. You wanna leave? GO! Don't be surprised when you become the man you hate...if you don't catch a bullet first.

*Tony turns off his camera and the screen goes black. Knowing him by reputation to be a man who stood by his word, Slim realized he was telling the truth. As he stood there alone by the bookshelf, he could only find a single word that burned as much on the way out as it did into his memory.*

Fat Black: Damn.

*Tony put out his cigar and picked up his glass of ice and lemonade.*

Tony: Fuckin pendejo,you try to do for them and they keep fuckin everything up.

Frank: Is this one going to be a problem?

Tony: Who the fuck knows!?

Frank: The last time this happened I had to put your associates down for good.

Tony: Sosa was a fuckin rat. This one had promise. Things are different now.

Frank: Well, I'll do what I can to avoid things going that way, but if it comes to it...just work on finding new people.

*Frank opens the door leading to the side of the bar but stops at the sound of Tony's voice.*

Tony: Castle, why didn't you finish the job that day?

Frank: You died, they didn't pay me twice.

#Mine #The Agents 2 #Fat Black #Tony Montana #Frank Castle #The Punisher

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kaldorei-shadows · 11 months

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Vora$$ian

Al: Hokaay, everyone calm down. I found one more photo, from my own um kit, that shows me peacefully working with another dragon.

Wisthera: Well done. All may be forgiven.

Myrielle: This is odd...

Al: No. This is the illustrious Voraxian. A member of the testy Black dragonflight, no less. What more could show how hard the Kaldorei Rogue Network has been working to peacefully help the dragons?

Wisthera: I admit, there is a warmth between you two. Daresay an affection? *smirks*

Al: I don't know what you're implying.

Myrielle: You sure about that? Champion?

Al: Voraxian was relieved to have my assistance in Zaralek Cavern. I aided him in learning more about the Black Dragonflight.

Myrielle: Yeah, I'm with Wisthera on this one. You... *snerk* I mean it's so obvious. Al! You actually are checking out Voraxian's butt in this photo! I don't know what vain reasons you had in that moment, but as an ex-girlfriend of yours, I've seen you do this plenty. You were on your A-game.

Al: What! Give me that back!

Wisthera: Heh! He's even doing that, 'oh was there a fly just now' recovery thing, like he actually wasn't looking. Nice. I took that one? Why do you have it? Was I drunk?

Al: We all were. It was a rough mission to endure... Ho boy, I remember now. I was so perplexed! He has an ass like a stacked wedding cake, from doing squats on Gronn in Outland I guess! That just didn't make any sense at all. It was pissing me off, actually.

Wisthera: *wild laughter*

Myrielle: Al, let's call a truce. We will ditch all the other photos in the mission report, but you must share this one with Opal. Your wife will love it. Why not send it with your next letter?

Al: This is a trick.

Myrielle: Hey, you don't wanna get long-distance laid in your wife's handwriting, via the hard won efforts of a black dragon wrestling Gronn for a near-decade, that's on you.

Wisthera: Myra makes a crude and jealous point Al, but Zaralek Cavern was indeed abysmal. You may as well get something out of it.

Al: Hey, thanks. Maybe I'll go mail it to Opal now, with a cute message. Make a postcard out of it. She's been worried and insecure with all these immortal, incredibly attractive, nude dragon-types around, ya know? *leaves*

Wisthera: Soo, what's the trick! Opal sees it and stabs Al for something about Voraxian's past? Or in Al's secret past that only you know about? Did you give Al a magic spy pen that will re-arrange his writing to say he banged Voraxian?

Myrielle: As much as I adore those ideas and now want a pen like that really badly... No. I want Al to be happy for a change. It's miserable being a loved one, left back home on missions. And it saddens me how hard Opal has been taking it.

Wisthera: Aw, well that's sweet. I can't believe my ears, but it really is kind of you, for once.

Myrielle: Plus, I need to butter Al up before I ask if he has the back of Voraxian in another photo.

Wisthera: I knew it! Honestly, the fact that Al swiped all these from my camera bag in the first place is hella suspicious.

Myrielle: *arches eyebrow* Don't trash talk that man for his toxic vanity, we're about to directly benefit.

#night elf #warcraft #dragonflight #voraxian #rogue

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nvrtrust-naims · 1 year

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oh wait yk what

i rlly hope he doesnt want me for jus sex (losing my v jus for one time sounds sucky)

like i want sumn a lil bit more

like i dont have to be his girlfriend

but i wanna be like his girl yk

i do not !! wanna be his link or his ho !!

like i want sex 100% but i also want romance 90%

like i want both

but wait am i willing to sacrifice romance for sex — uhhhhh idk

im jus thinking abt this bc i hold so little value in myself so i kinda think that no one would ever want to date me like who would even want to get to that point n call me their girlfriend ??

to me thats jus how i think abt it

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smorgasbordofobsessions · 2 years

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liveblog: yugioh! gx s126-137

ep126

i've been playing the episodes in the background so i don't have much to say about anything that's really happened but, i can understand that the pressure that chaz faces from his family to be the best and uphold the family makes him a douchebag with a huge superiority complex

chaz, in the last episode, was holding himself back from crying as he gave himself a pep-talk in the bathroom

it was honestly a bit sad becuse he's under enormous pressure to defeat jaden so that his family (his brothers) can continue their plan for world domination - and i can understand how that will fuck a kid up - chaz is like 14? 15? - so that's too much of a burden on his shoulders

"dueling is all about having fun!" "gag me"

imagine having your biggest insecurity just aired in front of everybody

HAHAHHAHA chaz has to start back in slifer since he's technically a new student since he dropped out what a joke but good for him

ep127

"that's the last time i mix chili sauce with ice cream"

cyrus what the fuck

hm so yeah the dorm head of slifer is sketchy what a surprise

"i'll tell you what the secret to getting up early is: staying up all night!"

jaden's right

ep128

"you enjoyed the shadow game?" "yeah!"

jade won half a medallion and the only other person who's won this trial has th other half

ep129

so the other dude to beat that grave trial is some masked guy who's working for a master who wants to cover the world in shadows

"three sacred beast cards"

oh ho here we goooo

though dim those cards do ook like the god cards

this chancellor is being MIGHTY forthcoming with security ad secruity information abotu the beast cards

honestly i 'm realy enjoying jaden's carefree attitude because yeah what is there to worry about when all you ahve to do is save the world? that's light work

"call of the haunted" wow

the red eyes black dragon!!

ep132

i wasn't paying attention to the episode where cahaz got this hideous monster spirit but it needs to fucking go

"i bet you talk to all the girls like that" "no. just ones i don't like"

ep134

chaz why are you sitting like that

KAIBA??? -man

wait!!!!! they made a "kaibaman" duel monsters card???

caz said that tis card was ctreated by kaiba himself! oh the on-brand narcissism - i love it!!

ep135

"if you wanna be helpful, get lost!"

so what's the ship name for chaz and jaden because i KNOW people ship them

i should look that up

there was an episode where chaz went to a different school and the WHOLE episode all he was doing was thinking about what jaden would say if e was there and i was laughing because a) chaz thinks jaden's nothing but the bottom of the barrel and b) bro why were you thinking about him???

someone is trying to buy out the school

oh shit kaiba founded duel academy????

wow chaz can only duel with monsters with less than 500 ATK

"this isn't fair." "no, but that's the point"

you're trying to tell me that there's an oublier of weak cards

but also wow free cards

i cant imagine designing these ugly ass monsters

also wow hearing duel monster spirits must suck

i will say that i do like the idea of a duel academy because there are some people who get really into the technicalities of dueling; and i think i remember the show said there's a game design track as well, so that's cool

but there's more to dueling than just memorizing cards - it's all about the heart of the cards!!!!

chaz is actually a good duelist, which was apparent, but is actually proven with the severe handicap he was dueling with

kaiba: "they have a lot to learn about world domination"

kaiba's actually right because, um, he already dominates the world

probably has kaibacorp napkins that are sold in supermarkets

ep136

i actually really like bastion-his approach to dueling is cool

cyrus has "thunder nyan nyan"?

chumley has a girlfriend that he can't remember the name of haha

oh lord this episode is about to be about card crushes hahaha

"crowler, what are you doing?" "a man's work" "a man's work? my, this must've been running very short on men"

this amazon is actually really sexy

the amazon wants to marry bastion, haha

ep137

the amazon rocked bastion's world then tossed him out like trash

the amazon is honestly so attractive though like damn

okay but like.. elemental hero avion is.. not hard to look at either

#yugioh #ygo #liveblog #ygo gx

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fratboykate · 2 years

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For FB AU who said I love you first? Was it the dumbass or our genius smol queen? Story time please!

Kate stands at the cracked front door quietly watching her girlfriend bop in place and sing while she chops vegetables for dinner. Yelena lifts the knife and uses it as a fake microphone before bringing it back down to dice. Kate can't hold back a chuckle and that's when Yelena turns to find her there.

"You're such a creep."

Yelena tells her with a smile.

"Not my fault you always do cute shit when you think no one is watching."

The sound of Kate's voice summons Fanny from the bedroom and she careens out to welcome her.

"Hi hi hi! Hello! So excited!" Kate fake whispers the next part. "You're my favorite girl but don't tell her I said that."

Kate offers enough pets and kisses to make the pup feel welcomed enough that she naturally retreats and lays down by the kitchen island. With Fanny out of the way, Kate finally walks into the apartment, closes the door behind her, and begins unraveling the seemingly endless winter layers she was bundled in. When she's down to just her sweater and jeans she walks up to Yelena and kisses her.

"Howdy-Ho, Ranger Joe!"

"That's really what you're gonna go with?"

"Yup."

"How does your brain work? I wanna study it."

Kate shrugs and Yelena kisses her again.

"Oooooh! You wanna probe me?"

Kate smirks mischievously. Yelena rolls her eyes and pushes her away.

"You pig."

"Smells good. Whatcha making?"

"Sausage and butternut ravioli with a sage brown butter."

"That's kinda hot. Like...really sexy. Say 'sage brown butter' again."

Kate walks up to Yelena, wraps her arms around her, and digs her face into her neck, playfully kissing her way up her pulse point.

"Shut up! I have to make the pasta and you around a bag of flour is a bad idea. Sit over there and don't move an inch."

"I'm hurt and offended that I'm not trusted like this."

"What happened the last time the flour was out? Let's remind the class. Go on."

"Oh............right."

"Yeah. We cleaned for four hours. I was finding flour in cabinets and random places for weeks. Sit there and stay still. Actually, I don't even want you in the kitchen. Go to the couch."

"One time...a tiny explosion ONE time and I'm treated like this forever."

Kate heads to the living room while grumbling and pouting. It's an open floor plan apartment in New York. It's not big. The living room/couch is like fifty steps away. They can still see each other and have a conversation. Kate is being dramatic for no reason.

Yelena opens the fridge and grabs the butter.

"Oh shit."

"What?"

"Fuck."

"What....?!"

"There's not enough butter. I thought this was unopened for some reason." There is barely about a quarter of a stick of butter left. "Shit. I can try and make something else???"

"No. It's fine. I got it."

Kate jumps from the couch, heads to the door, and starts to put her layers and boots back on.

"Kate Bishop, look out the window. The sky is falling. I'm not letting you freeze because I need butter."

"I'll run to the bodega and back. It'll take me fifteen minutes. I've been on my ass reading all day. Little cardio will do me good.

"It's minus eight outside."

"So give me a few kisses to hold me over and keep me warm on the way."

"You're ridiculous."

Yelena places a series of pecks on Kate's lips.

"Look around, think, make sure you have everything. You're hot but I'm only doing a Bodega Polar Bear Run once."

Yelena laughs.

"Butter." She places another kiss on Kate's lips. "That's all I need. Do YOU have everything? I don't want you coming back, half frozen, and telling me you forgot to bring money or something...wouldn't be the first time."

Kate starts to tap around her body.

"Phone, keys, wallet, clit...all the important bits are coming with me."

Yelena hangs her head back laughing and pushes Kate towards the door.

"Notice how you didn't mention 'brain'?"

"Eh...that one is always optional."

"Butter! Go! I wanna eat sometime tonight."

"I'm going! I'm going!"

Kate is about to step out the door while Yelena returns to the work she was doing on the chopping board. She mindlessly looks over her shoulder and without thinking speaks.

"Be careful. I love you."

Kate's head whips into the apartment to look at Yelena. Simultaneously, Yelena lifts her head to stare at Kate, eyes wide, unclear as to where the impetus to say that came from. Except, she knows where, she's been aware that's exactly how she feels for Kate for weeks now but she had NO intention of saying it yet and especially not as a throwaway comment like this.

"Kate."

"I...uhm...butter."

That is the only thing Kate can muster before she runs out the door practically leaving a dust trail behind.

---

Fifteen minutes pass.

Twenty.

Thirty.

That's the first time Yelena tries texting.

TEXT: "hey you milking the cow and churning it yourself? 😆"

Thirty five.

TEXT: "missing: girlfriend and a few sticks of butter. if found please return to sender. very fun reward in exchange."

Forty.

TEXT: "kate getting worried now."

Forty five.

Yelena calls. It rings and goes to voicemail.

"Babe, please call me. Now."

Fifty.

TEXT: "we need to talk about what happened. it sort of slipped out. please come home. butter or not lol. we'll get take out or something and pretend i didn't say anything. just please come home. it's fucking freezing out kate."

Yelena presses send and this time...the text bubble turns green instead of blue. She immediately calls and it goes straight to voicemail.

"You stupid idiot."

She hangs up.

---

Yelena sits on the couch for the rest of the night trying to get through to Kate and waiting for her to return.

The sun rises and no sign of Kate.

The day progresses and Kate's phone is still off. Slowly, as more time passes Yelena transitions from worried and mortified to enraged.

The sun sets again and not a single soul has heard from Kate Bishop which is...unprecedented.

---

3:37am.

Yelena fell asleep with her phone in hand. She opens her eyes to a dark figure hovering over the foot over her bed. She SHRIEKS.

"It's me! It's me! It's just me."

Yelena hurries to turn the light on and finds Kate, still in the same clothes she left about thirty three hours ago.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't break up with you right now because what you just did is FUCKED UP, Kate. You do a lot of fucked up shit, but this...this is on another level."

Kate rushes to jump on the bed and sit next to Yelena.

"I got...you...it came out of nowhere...and I kinda just...brain fried a little, y'know? Just like...pfffffttt...AHHHH!!!! There was a lot going on up here. And I needed a little time to get it all figured out - to get MYSELF figured out - but it's all sorted now. We're all good."

"That's not the problem. That's all understandable. The issue is that you didn't communicate with me about needing space. I will give that to you any time you need it but the least I expect out of this, out of us, out of you, is respect. Communication is a part of that. What you did was not just fucked up it was so fucking disrespectful and inconsiderate to me. Shutting off your phone when you could see I was trying to text and call you? What the FUCK, Kate?"

"How do I fix it? Say the word. I'll do anything. Literally. No matter how big or dumb or crazy. Do you want me streak down Fifth Ave? Skinny dip in the Hudson? Climb the Statue of Liberty? Skydive from Rockerfeller? There's so many more bell towers in this city I could destroy...OH...Lick a sidewalk?"

"Ewww, no. I don't want the same tongue that has been on the New York pavement to be inside my mouth."

Kate inhales through her mouth whole grimacing.

"I have bad news for you, Belova."

"OH GOD, KATE! I don't even want to know!"

"In my defense, it wasn't intentional! But also...you don't want my tongue on pavement because it'll then be in your mouth? THERE IS HOPE YET?!"

"You're not forgiven."

"Halfway forgiven?"

"Not even close."

"Forty percent...twenty five...twenty...REALLY?! THAT BAD?! How do I raise those numbers. There has to be SOMETHING I can do."

"Maybe there is."

"Tell me. I'll do anything."

"Let's actually talk about it. What happened. Not you deflecting and being an ass, but really talk about it."

Kate squares up in front of Yelena.

"Okay. Let's talk. What do you want to talk about?"

"Why did you leave? You had the choice to stay so why not do it?..." Yelena's voice breaks almost imperceptibly at the next question. "Why didn't you say it back? Obviously, there's no obligation for you to if you don't feel that way but...I don't know.......I don't know."

There's a long silence. Almost on the verge of uncomfortably long.

"It's...I've never heard people say that and mean it. My grandparents were married more than once. I've lost count of how many times my dad has been engaged or married now. He just...says it. To apparently anything at this point. My parents said that and two hours later were hurling insults and death threats at each other. I saw that cycle repeat itself multiple times a day almost every day for the first twelve years I was alive. I have never looked at another person and said those words. Never. I don't...believe in them." Kate takes a long pause. "Or I didn't. Until you said them to me and I suddenly wanted to say them back like it was nothing. Like it was "good morning." It felt like second nature. It scared the fuck out of me."

"Baby..."

"It's okay. Growing up my cousins and I used to call ourselves the Broken Bishops for a reason. We're a fucked up group. You can still take it back. It's not too late."

Kate awkwardly laughs.

"Kate Bishop...you are truly the most infuriating person I've ever met in my life and also, somehow, the person I fell stupidly in love with. You don't have to say it but I'm not taking it back."

"I lo.........haaaaaaa...shit.....please don't take this as anything to do with you..."

"I'm not. It's okay."

Yelena offers a reassuring smile and squeezes Kate's hand. Kate stands and starts pacing by the bed.

"The one time my mouth fails me. It never stops. It's always moving and moving and moving but now that I need it to actually work it just...refuses to say what I need it to."

"Kate.......it's fine."

"It's not. It's not fine. It's not. My brain is like 'SAY IT!' but my mouth is like 'I WILL NOT!' Who is in control here?! I am! Say it!" Kate pauses. "It's not saying it!"

Yelena looks at Kate, eyes brimming with adoration, and laughs.

"Something has to be wrong with you. Like...deeply broken. Inside."

"SO many things are wrong with me. Right now, the biggest one is that my mouth is rebelling against me. Speak goddamn it!"

"Kate. It's fine! Let it be."

"I can say the words individually. Look. "I". Then "love". Then "you". Now...say them together..........." Kate waits expectantly. Nothing happens. Yelena stares at her and laughs anew. "DO YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN?!"

"Yeahhhhhhhh..totally." Yelena nods. "Can we go to bed now? I haven't properly slept for two nights."

"Not until I fix this!"

"Kate, come to bed."

"But..."

"Bed."

Kate huffs and undresses then crawls into bed next to her girlfriend. They face each other.

"My mouth has always been broken but never like this. It's like...reverse broken now. I don't like it."

Yelena grins and kisses the tip of Kate's nose.

"I love you, Kate Bishop." Yelena whispers. "I know you do too. That's good enough."

"Mouth works in other ways tho. I can prove it like that."

Yelena huffs a quiet laugh.

"Not tonight. I'm exhausted. But I'll hold you to that tomorrow."

"Tomorrow."

Yelena curls up into Kate's chest and within minutes she's asleep. Sleep doesn't come as easily for Kate. It doesn't come at all.

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Three weeks later Kate runs full speed across campus. She leaps atop bushes and bumps against people without even the offering the courtesy of apologizing.

She reaches the lab she almost burnt down over a year ago and yanks the door with so much force she's surprised it doesn't fly off its hinges.

"Belova. Yelena. Have you seen her?"

"No."

Kate moves to the next student.

"Yelena Belova?"

Nothing.

"Have you seen Yelena?"

"No, sorry."

A girl pops her head out from one of the study rooms.

"When I talked to her five minutes ago she was about to get some stuff from the supply room."

"Thank you!!!" Kate takes off running again. Then...she turns. "Where's the supply room?"

"Straight then a left. I think it's the fifth door down."

Kate dashes once more. Kate finds the room and storms inside. Startled, Yelena turns to find her girlfriend behind her.

"Kate??? What are you-"

A winded Kate struggles to get words out while trying to catch her breath.

"Shhh...say it."

"Don't shush me. What the fuck?"

"Shhh...just say it."

"Say what?!"

"The thing! Say the thing."

"Kate, I have no clue what you're talking about."

"The THING. Say the thing. How you feel about me. What you say whenever I'm about to leave or we're about to go to sleep or whatever. The thing..."

"What?!"

"THE THING! THE FEELINGS THING! What you say and I can't say back."

"Kate, I have so much shit to do."

Yelena goes back to scouring the shelves for the materials she needs. Kate grabs her arm and forces the blonde to face her.

"It takes two seconds. Just say it."

"I love you???"

"But like...normally. Like you usually say it."

"I love you."

Kate straightens, puffs out her chest, and proudly responds.

"I love you too...mouth finally caught up with the brain."

Yelena's face lights up. She eyes the door behind Kate and after a second of hesitation, she pushes it and locks it.

"What else can that mouth do?"

Kate smirks.

"Oh, SOOOO many things."

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