#Also my friend let me eat an orange out of his bag that was there for like half a year or something

[frobby]

when i was a senior in highschool I kept finding oranges on the ground it was really weird and I never found where they came from

[beomcoups]

F.U.C.K.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: ex!bf Seungcheol x fem!reader

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: angst, smut, small fluff, lovers to exes au, 18+

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 3.1k

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You've been on and off forever and you couldn't leave him alone if you tried. You have an itch only Seungcheol can scratch.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: unprotected sex, oral, missionary, riding, praise, dirty talk, creampie, clit stim, multiple orgasms, a bit of overstimulation, Coups is a lover boi, angsty feelings about the relationship

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It’s complicated. Your Facebook relationship status has been that way for over a year. If someone asked, you wouldn’t know how to define your relationship with Seungcheol. You can’t say you’re just friends when the love is still there, but you can’t stay together longer to just work. Something happens, and you argue and split up. Months, sometimes years, can go by, and you feel like you’ve finally moved on, but all he has to do is call, or you have an itch that needs scratching, and there he is, ready to make it go away.

He stands there in front of you, his dark hair clipped and trimmed perfectly, highlighting the handsome features on his face: his dark, round eyes, high cheekbones, and plump pink lips. He comes dressed in a simple white tee and sweats, with an overnight bag in hand, as he knows he is staying the night. Seungcheol smirked as he walked in, placing a small kiss on your temple. 

“Well, hello to you too,” you say, shutting the door behind you. You watch him take off his shoes, walk into your living room, and admire the view of the city through your picture windows. You just moved into your high-rise condo a couple of months ago, and your job promotion allows you to level up in life and enjoy nice things for once. Your place looks straight out of a movie, with your tastes added. Your favorite color is blue, and you included it in your decor. 

“You kept the couch?” Seungcheol points at the royal blue sectional sofa with matching gold-trimmed throw pillows you bought from your favorite thrift store. “Yes,” you say proudly. “That couch is my pride and joy. We’ve been through a lot together.” Memories about the many times you spent together on the couch, clothed and unclothed, cloud your mind. He chuckles as you sashay to the kitchen, grabbing a bottled water. You offer him one, and he shakes his head, returning his attention to the city's shining lights. He’s been in your life for five years, meeting at a grocery store with both of your hands on the last bag of cherries. He relented, letting you have them in exchange for your number. You didn’t give it to him, hoping that you would see him again. At the time, you just moved to the city, and if you were meant to meet again, you would give him your number. A couple of weeks later, you did when you went to a birthday dinner with your former roommate. His eyes twinkled when you exchanged glances, and you felt like it was fate.  “You did it,” he felicitates you. “You did everything we talked about doing all those years ago. I’m proud of you.”

You would have late nights with him in your shitty old apartment, eating Chinese takeout in bed and talking about your hopes for the future. Seungcheol wanted to have it all: a nice house, cars, and riches beyond his dreams. All you wanted was a good life. You grew up poor, raised by a single mom who worked two jobs to ensure you had a roof over your head. You understood each other in that way, and it worked between you two for a while… until it didn’t.

“You got your high rise before me,” you appear beside him. “What does it feel like, being the top broker in your firm?”

“It’s nice,” he nods. “It keeps me busy.”

You knew that all too well. One of the reasons you broke up was time. His work felt more important than maintaining a relationship with you. You swear if someone called in the middle of the night, he would answer in a heartbeat. It’s not like you aren’t busy; you work on Wall Street. But you still made time to be with him at all important events and when it mattered most. The energy wasn’t reciprocated.

“I see nothing has changed,” you say, taking a swig of your water.

“Yeah,” he mumbles. “I think I am ready for it, though.”

“Are you now?”

“Yeah. There is no point in having all of this if there is no one to share it with, right?”

You didn’t have to say anything back because he was right. What is the point of working hard, making more money than your parents could ever dream of, traveling, and having life experiences without having someone to share them with? It also incredibly frustrates you. Why did it take five years for him to get to this point? The back and forth, blocking each other on all accounts. Was it worth it?

You two are silent, watching the city lights twinkle in the distance. His fingers slip in between yours, pulling you closer to him. Just being near him makes your heart skip several beats. No one like him can melt you just by his touch and presence. Yes, he can irritate you to no end, but he also makes your soul smile.

“I missed you,” he says, gazing at you. 

“I know.” 

You kiss him, the magic stirring in your chest as he returns your feelings; sparks all around you two like fireworks. Your hands explore him fervently, pulling off his shirt and throwing it on your couch. He unhooks your bra, helping you out of your shirt and exposing your breasts. He bites his lip as he palms his growing bulge, the very thought of his lips all over you making you hot.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers. 

You take his hand and guide him to your bedroom, climbing over your king-size bed. He follows you closely, his index finger sliding up your thigh. It feels electric, having him touch you again after so long. You have tried moving on, going on dates, and having one-night stands here and there. But deep down, those people weren’t him. Seungcheol knows your body, what makes you tick, your boundaries, and what drives you crazy. It’s exhausting trying to find that chemistry with someone else. Too bad you can’t just make it work. 

He slides your shorts and panties off with one hand, your naked body being illuminated by the moonlight. He notices your sheets, trying to hold it in before succumbing to a belly laugh. 

“Cherry sheets? Really?” He says in between breathes.

“Come on now,” you chuckle. “You know I love my little house on the prairie sheets.” “I swear you were born in the wrong generation,” Seungcheol expresses, brushing his thumb across your cheek. “Yeah, maybe,” you muse over his words. “I’m glad I met you in this lifetime, though.” He admires you, his thumb caressing your cheek before he kisses you again. This time, it’s more heartfelt, your bodies hungry for another as each minute passes. His hand travels down to your inner thighs, spreading your legs apart and slowly entering a digit into your wet core. Seungcheol licks his lips, watching your eyes roll back as you unravel his arms. “Shit,” you moan. “Keep doing it just like that.”

“I’m going to do more than that,” he whispers in your ear. 

Seungcheol was already great with his fingers, slipping one more in you as his tongue played in circles on your neck, your sweet-smelling perfume intoxicating to him. He loves the way your brows furrow when he goes deep, your mind focused on nothing else but cumming all over his hand. You play with your clit, drunk on the pleasure he’s giving you, with your wetness pooling onto your sheets. You two are connected in a way, in your own little bubble surrounded by ecstasy.

“Fuck baby,” you pant as pressure builds up in your stomach. “I’m almost there.” He pulls his fingers out of you quickly, snapping you out of your zone, and you whimper in protest. He aggressively pulls down his pants and briefs, revealing his hardened cock already leaking with precum. He slides down to your entrance, his face nose deep in between your legs before he dives in; his tongue attacks your sweet nectar. Sensational couldn't even begin to describe how you feel. He eats you with an enthusiasm that almost makes you laugh despite the deep pleasure he brings you. “You taste better than I remembered,” he mouths. “Cum for me.”

Your body is at its brink, ready to fall, when Seungcheol slips his fingers in, working together with his tongue to make sure you hit that pool of ecstasy. Your hands grip his hair, and your orgasm hits you like cool water on a warm day. You feel him smirk against your thigh, leaving you with lasting, small kisses before lifting his face and revealing your essence on the lower half. You cover your mouth to hold back your giggles, and he rolls his eyes, leaning over and kissing your lips. “I’m not sorry,” you breathe. “You knew what you were doing.”

“You shouldn’t be,” he smirks. “Especially when I’m going to make you do it again.”

Seungcheol lifts your leg, pulling himself back as he rubs his throbbing dick against your entrance. Your eyes grow wide as he taps your sensitive, swollen clit, a mischievous grin on his face. 

“Don’t worry, baby,” he says as if reading your thoughts. “I’m going to start slow.” “You don’t want me to blo—” you start to protest. “No, I’ve waited long enough,” his deep and velvety voice serves as a warning. FUCK.

He enters you inch by inch, stretching you out the way you like, your fingers already gripping the sheets. You look at him through a hazy daze, his focus on burying himself deep inside of you, bringing you a deep satisfaction. You enjoy watching his Adam’s apple shift when he moans, his voice barely audible while he dives into you. You remember the first time you slept together; he had your legs over his shoulder, fucking you long and deep on top of your blue couch at your old place. You both didn’t intend for it to happen that way; you were caught up in the highs of seeing a band you both enjoy, and one thing led to another. His dick is long with a bit of a curve, fitting perfectly like your pussy was molded and made for him. No one has even come close. 

“Give it to me,” you breathe. “Please, I need you bad.” Seungcheol loves it when you beg for it, and he obliges, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper. Maybe it’s because you love him, but he is the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen. The way his hips roll as he snaps into you, watching him come in and out of you with your wetness coating him, turns you on. Your hands grasp his face, your thumb slipping into his mouth as he fucks you silly. You can barely form words in your head, let alone say anything else but “fuck” and “make me cum”. He fucks you in a way that makes you have wet dreams and leaves you with a puddle in your sheets. If he were a Greek god, he would be Eros, the god of love and sex. That’s how bad he has you. “Turn over,” you grit your teeth. You lean up and flip him over, his throbbing cock still inside you as you are on top of him. You let your body take over, riding him while his hands are placed firmly on your breasts. You set the pace, and he follows, a harmonious rhythm between the two of you, your senses heightened to another level. You are on this incredible high, sliding on his shaft while you vigorously play with your clit, ready to cum. “Did you miss this?  He teases you as he grinds harder into you. “Did you miss sitting on this dick until you cum?” You nod fervently, your hand still playing with your clit, and you are ready to explode. 

“Fuck,” he grits his teeth. “I’m close. Let’s come together like we always do.” You erupt, screaming his name while he sloppily pumps into you, his hair sweaty and his succulent lips red from biting. He leans up and kisses you hard, your moans and words of praise swallowed and digested. Whatever you were going to say, he felt it more, your hearts beating in unison powered by your feelings for each other. He talks you through it, helping you come down from your high before he releases his own, spilling into you until he is completely spent. You’ve been on birth control for years, and Seungcheol is the only person you’ve let hit without a condom. It just feels so right with him. You roll off of him, collapsing on your pillow as you try and catch your breath. His breathing is relaxed, and when you gaze at him, his eyes are closed, already half asleep. You attempt to get out of bed, but he grabs your arm, pulling you close to him. 

“Stay,” he kisses your shoulder. “I sleep better when you’re with me.” 

You can’t deny him when he is in this state, pulling on your heartstrings like that. 

“Fine, you win,” you say without much effort. 

Glancing at the time, it’s after 12, and fatigue finally hits you at least. Snuggling into him, you fall into a deep sleep, but not before admitting that you still love him and would do anything for him. 

The sunlight is not kind as it peers through your windows and wakes you up a little after 9. You had forgotten to draw the curtains before you fell asleep, but you didn’t have much energy left after the night you had. You woke him up after three, sucking his cock until he exploded down your throat, and he returned the favor by eating you out until you were ripe from overstimulation. You made such a mess that you had to change your sheets and listen to him teasing you about your “old lady” sheets. Whatever, you liked them.

You rolled over, and Seungcheol was already awake, scrolling through his phone. He notices you and kisses your forehead before removing your blanket and smacking your ass.

“Good morning, beautiful,” he says, leaning back against the headboard.

You chuckle as you get out of bed, grab your silk robe, and walk into the bathroom. You feel sore; last night’s shenanigans are indeed catching up with you. You just want to lay in bed and relax, but you have this nagging feeling in your stomach. You could brush it off and deal with it later, but knowing you, you will overthink, turning it into something it's not. You have to know how he feels.

Finishing up in the bathroom, you leave to find him setting orange juice on your nightstand with a couple of ibuprofen. He is only dressed in his sweats and nothing underneath, your center aching for him despite the tenderness you feel.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, reading your look. You have never had a good poker face.

You sit down on the bed, take your two pills, and wash them down with orange juice. You allow yourself to get your thoughts in order. You're unsure what to say, but you know the conversation needs to be had.

“What are we doing?” you blurt out. “I love you, and you never stopped loving me. Why can’t we just get it right?”

The silence is too deafening for your liking. It would be like you to tear the band-aid off first thing in the morning. But you hate being in the dark, not knowing what the future will hold. You’re not saying that you have to jump the broom, but you have to know if there’s any chance he feels the same way you do.

“I-I-m sorry,” you shake your head. “I shouldn’t have sprung that on you first thing in the morning. Forget I said anything.” 

You attempt to leave the room before Seungcheol catches your arm and motions for you to sit down. Grudgingly, you do, sitting on your ottoman and facing him. “You didn’t even give me a chance to respond,” he complains. “You can’t always assume how I feel is something bad. Give me a chance.” You nod, knowing deep down he is right. “You are right,” He admits. “I love you, and this song and dance we’ve been doing for years is tired. I came to you last night because I missed you and I need you. You’re the only one in my life who has always kept it straight with me, even when you get on my nerves.” You smirk at his comment, knowing it’s true. “But we have also been apart for a long time, and as much as I want to jump back into our usual routine, I recognize we have grown up a bit and need to get to know each other as our different selves.” You nod slowly, mulling over his words, unsure what to say. “I also don’t want to see anyone else,” he breathes. “You are the only person I want to see, to do this with.” He points at the sheets, and you roll your eyes. It would be like him to somehow bridge it back to sex. 

“So…” your voice trails off. “What are we then? We are more than friends but not together? I don’t understand.” “I want to be with you,” he grabs your hands. “If we fight and storm off to our houses, I’d rather it be that then we break up and don’t talk for months at a time. I hate that.” You nod, finally understanding what he is saying. He is scared of the future, just like you are. But in this life, you would rather go through it with him than anyone else. You have too much time and feelings just to throw it away. “Maybe we can try talking to someone about it this time around?” You say. “A therapist or something? I want to be with you, and maybe working through our issues to understand each other better sometimes is what we need.” “Yeah, I’m open to that.” He hugs you, embracing you tightly before leaving sweet kisses on your face. You are deathly ticklish, and he knows it. He moves his kisses elsewhere until you find yourself in your bed, his body towering over yours. He leaves you one more kiss on your lips before laying his head on your chest. “We’re going to be okay,” he whispers.

You look down and smile, caressing the dark stresses in his hair.

“Yeah. We will be.”

[stubz]

"Teacher Kim can my friends come over into the centre?"

"Sorry bud but they're not part of the centre so I'm not allowed."

.

"Teacher Kim can Fleet have some of the treats?"

"I really wish I could but since they're not part of the centre and Max really doesn't want another incident I can't."

..

"I wish Teacher Kim would let us bring you guys in." grumbled the youngling.

The others groaned in agreement.

"Okay kids time to come in! The suns are too hot now and it's time to eat!"

The children walk begrudgingly towards the centre through the tall orange grass. The suns on this planet were so hot that even the children didn't complain when it was time to go back inside.

The ones part of the youngling centre made their way inside, waving goodbye to their friends who were not.

"..five, seven, aannd ten! Wow small group today." The human turned to head inside with the younglings when they realized something.

"...where are your parents?"

"Ours or Quin's?"

"Everyone's."

"They're in a meeting."

"Where?"

"On the ship." Juno pointed up.

"Do you know how long they'll be gone."

"I don't know. They left in a hurry...I think they forgot us."

"...get in." the human sighed and walked inside.

"REALLY!?" screamed the children.

"Teacher Kim you said that kids who aren't part of the centre can't come in!"

"I know I know and they're not! But I can't just leave three unsupervised kids out in this heat! Now get in, its hot and Quin your face is redder than usual."

...

"You get water, you get water, everybody gets water! Now who's hungry?"

Hands go up.

"So everyone. Alrighty then."

"Why is she letting us have water and food?" whispered Quin.

"I don't know...maybe it's a apex thing?" whispered back Juno. Her little brother simply chugged his third cup of water.

"Not an apex thing," replied Xw. "I think it's a pack thing?"

"Not a pack thing!" shouted Nova. "Most packs only share food with babies and the sick. Its a herd thing."

"Nope." said Marl.

"Herds only share with those who are family or have family status." explained Tarlak.

And on went the conversation. Each child trying to figure out what type of dynamic humans have. Meanwhile their teacher looks on with amusement.

....

"Oh my stars I am SO SORRY! Thank you so much human Kim!! I swear I thought I grabbed them when I brought their bags with me!" stressed the parent hugging her children with two arms while shaking the humans hands with the other two.

"No worries!" she smiled.

"And kids, I'm so sorry! You must be starving!"

"Oh I gave them some food, so they might not be that hungry. Also Judo had lots of water so he may want to use the bathroom first."

"Oh, how much do we owe you?"

"Sorry?"

"How much do we have to give you to replace the food and water they had?"

"Uh nothing?"

"...huh?"

"They were hungry and thirsty and I just did what any other adult-human! Would do...it's a human thing."

"....alright then. Thank you very much human Kim. Come along children."

And thus the younglings and adults learned what dynamic type the humans have. The human type. Which is honestly pretty stupid to the adults because just giving food to unknown children who aren't even their species? Are they trying to go extinct??

[sturnlova]

reward?

( Nathan Doe x Female reader )

( Warning : first nate fic, M receiving, Smut, not really proof read..😭, pet names,)

(A/N: also sorry for not writing i’ve had no motivation to but i’m still active! this one is so shit, i don’t really know how to write m receiving)

Nathan : green

Matt : Blue

Y/N : Pink

Chris : Orange

Nick : Purple

( Word count : 1.5k )

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The crowd quite literally cheers as Nate scores the winning score for his entire team. I watch as everyone on the ice crowds him and yells celebration praises for him. everyone in the crowd supporting his team and him by doing yells, claps and standing up.. so do i to show my support. I had jeans and a tiny top. i put my hands up jumping forgetting that my boobs were bouncing and literally fell out of my top. Once i had realised this my face went red due to embarrassment, i was praying no one else noticed this but Nate did and so did his team mates along with my brothers… fuck.

Nick jumped up infornt of me closing his eyes and yelled at me to pull my top down before any other people see… i quickly pulled my top down and slouched down in my seat out of pure embarrassment. Chris and Matt were fuming with anger, they didn’t yell at me but were very disturbed that people had seen that along with their best friend nate. “Y/N what the fuck bro.. why’d ya have to wear such a small top!” i snapped my head at chris telling me off. “it’s not liked i planned on getting exposed! just drop it this embarrassing enough!” once i yelled back everyone went silent and looked down waiting to pick nate up and go home.

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Matt, Chris, Nick and I waited outside the changing rooms for Nate for we can tell him how proud we are and how good of a game it was. Once we saw Nate appear from the rooms with his bag i couldn’t help but stare at him.. the way his muscles glistened with sweat and his hair stuck to his forehead. I snapped out of my staring by Nick shoving me and whispering in my ear to get my shit together, i just nodded in response. We all went up to nate and hugged him telling him that we are proud of him and he played amazing. We all gave him separate hugs in the end, my hug lasted longer than everyone else. As we hugged i heard nate whisper in my ear “i did good today, give me a lil reward sweetheart” i looked up at him and giggled and nodded but whispered back “nate my brothers are here.” I finally broke off the hug after i whispered to him. Matt broke the silence by speaking “let’s go now, i’m tired.”

As we all made the way to the car and sat down with chris in the passenger seat, matt in the drivers seat, me in the middle, nick to my left and nate to my right. Chris had aux like usual and played his songs as nate’s hand crept on my thigh and spoke loudly “So y/n saw your little show on the ice.” i went red and told nate to shut up, my brothers told him to piss off and that’s it’s weird, but little did they know we’ve been doing weirder stuff for 4 months..

Once we finally arrived to the house in complete silence after nate said that he saw my show. i ran out of the car and straight to my room out of sheer embarrassment, i heard the boys enter the house and speak about who knows what but all i could think about was what Nate was doing and when is he gonna get in my room for i can show him the reward he was talking about… or is he gonna hang out with my older brothers?

As i stay in my room i take my shoes off along with my top leaving me with a bra and jeans but i quickly stepped out of my jeans and change into pj shorts. Suddenly i heard a ping from my phone, It was indeed a notification from Nate.

| From Nate :

upstairs bathroom in 10 for my reward (🧎‍♀️you in 10 minutes 😉)

| To Nate :

Your crazy, you’re with my brothers right now (i’ll be there in 10)

I then placed my phone down and decided to go brush my teeth after eating food and plus it was getting kinda late. By now it had been 7 minutes so i walked to the upstairs bathroom and locked it waiting for nate to knock.

Around the point where it hit 13 minutes i heard someone enter the bathroom. I quickly snapped my head and turned to be faced with Nate.

“hi nate!”

“hi, y/n get on ur knees” he spoke friendly at first than quickly to demanding “at least take a girl on a date” i teased him deciding to be annoying

“now.”

“what about… no?”

“how bout you stop being a slut and exposing yourself at my hockey game hm?”

soon as nate says that i remember the events that happened before with me flashing almost everyone at his hockey game well i was cheering for him, immediately i feel the embarrassment creep up on me and nate just saw that as a laughing matter. Once nate looked at me and my embarrassed face he grabs me by my jaw and smashes our lips together, it takes me off guard as it was so sudden. as i gasped he took this as an opportunity and slid his tongue in quickly gaining dominance with his tongue. He grabbed my waist and pushed me down to his knees as our kiss slowly disconnected.

I got on my knees infront of nate and grazed my nails over his thighs ever so lightly just to give him chills through his entire body. I began to un-button his jean shorts slowly just to tease him, i unzip his shorts and pull them down in a flash making his shorts fall to his ankles along with his boxers. I looked up at him doe eyed and slowly moved my fingers up towards his member.

Once i reached the destination nate craved the most for me to touch, i brought my hand to his mouth and instructed him to spit which he did. I brought my feminine hand back down to his v-line slowly tracing it then wrapped my hand around his tip teasing the slit of it with my thumb. Nate let out breathy silent moans as my movements speed up.

“Y/N don’t t-tease please” I began kitten licking his tip and slowly adding his length into my mouth. I had the whole tip in my mouth and began licking the tip in my mouth insuring he felt stimulated on that area before taking it all in my mouth. As i had most of him in my mouth i used my right hand to jerk the rest off his inches.

nate let out moans and whimpers of my name over and over again as i deep throated him. My nose touched his pelvis bone multiple times along with slight gagging noises and tears brimming at my eyes which just made nate moan and whimper more with the sight of me rewarding him. He moved his hands to the back of my head and tangled his fingers between my hair making a makeshift pony tail moving my head up and down against his length.

The only sound that could be heard in the bathroom was the sounds of my gags and nate’s whimpers. As i continued bobbing up and down on him nate whimpered louder and deeply almost a growl which was telling me he was close. I began moving my head faster and focused more on his tip which sent him over the edge and straight into climax.

Nate let out moans of my names that almost sounded like a chant. With that nate finished in my mouth allowing me to feel his white hot liquid against my whole mouth. I moved my head off his length quickly which made a ‘pop’ sound. I swallowed all of his cum and stuck my tongue out showing him. “did so good for me baby… you also treat me amazing.” i smiled back in response to nate’s words.

I looked up at him and smiled acting all innocent like i hadn’t just given him head. I got off my knees and stood in front of his flushed face

“You okay babes?”

“mm i’m more than okay”

I smiled at nate, than kissed his cheek and brushed his hair out his face and wiping the tiny sweat drops off his handsome face with my manicured hands.

Soon as nate had calmed down from his high we heard barging on the bathroom

“what the fuck is taking so long!” i soon realised the voice was nick and covered my mouth to not laugh “U-uhm i had to shit!” nate said after a minute of silence. Fair to say the night ended off a bit funny.

[barefoothighlander]

I do like the occasional smut but god am I in love with your fluff (that one sick fic is *chef kiss*). So I thought I'd request some fluff too! So how about, ghost comes home to reader napping with their 3 cats (cause why not.... The more cats the merrier....) all over them. And he just decides thats it he loves them. (reader. But also the cats he's a good cat dad)

listen I love the smut but writing fluff is so much more fun, I'm such a sucker for softies.

warnings: none, gn pronouns

Simon steps through the door, the feeling of being home letting him finally relax, the heavy burden of war lifted from his tense shoulders, he lets the breeze from the back windows wash over him, the smell of clean laundry and whatever new treat you had baked that day.

Setting down his bags he reaches up to tug his mask off, his eye paint smearing slightly, he looks around for you, finding no trace he makes his way over to your bedroom where he sees you, snuggled in bed, a small black cat tucked under your arm, a bigger orange one curled up by your feet, one brown stretched out by your side and a few more huddled together in a spot of sun on the floor, he smiles to himself, you look angelic, eyelashes fluttering slightly as you dream, form bathed in the light of the sun.

He didn't much care for animals before you got together, he was never home long enough to consider ever getting one, but the day he came home and saw you sat in a chair, small bundle of fur cradled in your arms he changed his mind, the small feline you had named minerva purring as you caressed her.

He warmed quickly to her, she would follow him around the house while he did chores, often nuzzling against his shins. Initially, he had set a rule that ordered no animals to be on the bed but that quickly fell apart once minerva crawled up, settling herself atop his shoulder while he slept.

What he didn't count on was you bringing home another cat every time he left for deployment, always returning to be greeted by a new feline once he stepped in the door, once you had accumulated three Simon had told you that it was enough, no one needs more than three cats but it didn't stop you, bringing home strays that you would come across, adopting a few that needed good homes. He loved watching you take care of them, so soft and caring it reminded him of why he had fallen for you, you were soft with him when no one else was, taking every broken piece of him and placing them back together with your touch, and he'd admit, seeing you cuddles up with the adorable animals always brought him joy.

He sits himself next to you, running a soft hand over your cheek as your eyelids flutter open to greet him, a smile appearing on your face.

"Welcome home" you beam

"Hi love, new friends I see"

You glance down at the cat situated next to your chest,

"He followed me home last week, I couldn't not bring him in"

He nods, "And this one is named?"

"Severus"

"I'm sensing a theme here," he says reaching to pet the animal,

You giggle, sitting up to press a kiss to his lips,

"I missed you"

"Missed you too love," he says pulling back slightly, "Did not miss all my clothes being covered in hair though"

It was true, considering the majority of what Simon wore was black or dark colours, the fur of most of the cats would find homes on them, he swore he spent 10 minutes every morning just lint rolling his shirts.

"You hungry?" he asks

"Yeah, but there's not much to eat here"

"Right, well come on then" He reaches a hand out to you and you take it, letting him lead you to the front door, stepping into your shoes before making your way outside.

You had walked for a bit, coming upon a small diner and deciding that it would suffice for something to eat. He talks a little about his mission, leaving out any information that was either classified or too violent as the two of you chat for a while. Once you had cleared your plates you decided that ice cream should also be a part of your night, walking with Simon's arm slung around you down to the small parlour.

He always got rum raisin and you always teased him about it,

"It's an old people flavour"

"You calling me old?"

You don't answer, instead smiling while you eat a scoop of your own dessert. As you go to throw out your empty cups you notice a small tail creeping behind one of the benches, following it before stopping in front of a small spotted cat with wide blue eyes, you kneel down urging it to come to you and it does, grazing along your legs as you pet it lightly.

Simon glances around looking for you, seeing you sitting on the ground a few feet away.

"What are you doing?" he asks before noticing the cat in front of you, "No, we do not need another"

You pout your lips and stare at him with doe eyes, "Please, it just came up to me, look it has no collar"

Simon tries to stand firm in his decision but he can never say no to you, nudging his head toward the street as a victorious smile creeps on your face, you carefully pick up the cat and make your way home.

"We're gonna have to get him cleared with the vet"

His words go completely over your head, too enamoured with the blue orbs staring back at you, "This one will be remus" you say, Simon just shakes his head and huffs out a laugh, pulling you toward him so he can place a kiss on the crown of your head.

"This is seriously becoming an issue" He jokes while the two of you make your way back home, your new pet cradled into your arms.

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

tuesday again 9/10/2024

someone adopt this little orange man from me in Houston TX! more details here!

listening

the 1991 Ella Mae Morse compilation Capitol Collectors Series is the official driving-cats-to-the-vet album bc it is so mellow but still fun. this album has previously been featured several times in tuesdayposts but i think you should all listen to it again.

seven thousand three hundred days IS a long long time to sleep ur so right ella

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reading

two different works that annoyed me: Emily Hamilton's The Stars Too Fondly. my first clue should have been that this is my least favorite poem, bc ppl would quote it to me smugly after my mom died. im sure they thought they were being so super comforting to a budding astronomer, but, much like how i can no longer eat lasagna bc ppl gave us Twenty! Party! Size! Platters! Of! Lasagna! after my mom died (they would just Appear on our front porch, frozen), too much of this poem really soured me.

i had this book on hold Forever and then delayed delivery twice bc i have not felt like reading lately. here's the publisher's description:

In her breathtaking debut—part space odyssey, part sapphic rom-com—Emily Hamilton weaves a suspenseful, charming, and irresistibly joyous tale of fierce friendship, improbable love, and wonder as vast as the universe itself. So, here’s the thing: Cleo and her friends really, truly didn’t mean to steal this spaceship. They just wanted to know why, twenty years ago, the entire Providence crew vanished without a trace. But then the stupid dark matter engine started all on its own, and now these four twenty-somethings are en route to Proxima Centauri, unable to turn around, and being harangued by a snarky hologram that has the face and attitude of the ship’s missing captain, Billie. Cleo has dreamt of being an astronaut all her life, and Earth is kind of a lost cause at this point, so this should be one of those blessings in disguise that people talk about. But as the ship gets deeper into space, the laws of physics start twisting, old mysteries come crawling back to life, and Cleo’s initially combative relationship with Billie turns into something deeper and more desperate than either woman was prepared for. Lying somewhere in the subspace between science fantasy and sapphic rom-com, The Stars Too Fondly is a soaring near-future adventure about dark matter and alternate dimensions, leaving home and finding family, and the galaxy-saving power of letting yourself love and be loved.

should be catnip for me, right? wrong. starts out as a chat fic, which i hate.

i had a lot of trouble finishing the first chapter, which also has an extended third-person omniscient narrator flashback in italics, a thing i also hate. i KNOW you can figure out how to integrate this information into the book in a better way instead of dumping it in my lap.

i think part of why this is not hitting like i wanted is the tone, because i think this veers more new adult than i was really hoping for. i think introducing a big group all at once is very hard to do effectively. i do not like a series of character introductions that feel like they are trying to sell me action figures. or perhaps blind-bag figures. i do not like a six-deep list of cheesy puns about someone's name. i do not have the patience to see if this debut novel finds its footing a little later on, though i am glad a sapphic ghost in the machine romance exists in this world.

i also read dean motter's mister x (both the original late eighties through early nineties run and the 2008 follow-on).

let's yoink the description from wikipedia:

Set in Radiant City, a dystopian municipality influenced by Bauhaus and Fritz Lang's Metropolis, the series concerns a mysterious figure who purports to be its architect. His radical theories of "psychetecture" cause the citizenry to go mad, just as he did, and he takes on the mission to repair his creation. To accomplish this he remains awake twenty-four hours a day by means of the drug "insomnalin", all the while coping with a Dick Tracy–like rogues gallery and supporting cast including his long-suffering ex-girlfriend Mercedes. (ed note: the redhead in the santa beard below)

the art in this comic book is really and truly stunning. everyone was firing on all cylinders. beautiful retrofuturistic advertisement vibes, very fun play with panels and word balloons while still being readable, there are airships, you know how it is. looooooooove a hardboiled noir.

the Concept of mister x, this horrible awful futuristic city that grinds its citizenry up and spits them out? both figuratively and sometimes literally? love it!!! love a great wounded beast of a city as a character!!!

unforch the "who is mister x" subplot does not resolve in a satisfying way, imo. there's a lot of flip-flopping, there's a lot of options, he ends up being (maybe?) someone he was very definitively proven NOT to be in an earlier issue, and it really soured me on the whole experience. and also i don't believe it! that specific person makes no fucking sense! who mister x is, is by far the least interesting part of the series. tell me more about how he's fixing the city. show me more of the city. shut up and dance, robot artists

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watching

X-Men: Apocalypse (2016, dir. Singer). this movie did not need to be two and a half hours long. appreciated the EXTREMELY divorced energy from charles & erik though, quicksilver rescuing the school scene was also very fun. my bestie's husband has informed me we are NOT watching Dark Phoenix, i'm not sure if we're going to loop back and watch the ??? number of wolverine films or if we're going to see how i feel about deadpool. bc i find this character insufferable through clips only.

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playing

there is a feature in the video game genshin impact to turn your World Level (TM) down in order to make overworld enemies a little easier. i am at seven out of nine bc i genuinely can't finish the boss to unlock world level 9, and i am finding some of the overworld enemies too hard at 8 and want to finish the achievements in a more relaxed fashion.

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making

this is going to be a lot of previously posted pics so bear with me.

saturday morning/saturday evening. plants? repotted. porch and stairs? swept. old wasp nests? knocked down. different mirror on the porch to go out to the curb when i have the energy? yes. also a giant slab of engineered stone from the top of a dresser but that's out of frame.

speaking of the giant broken dresser that was in my apartment when i moved in just over a year ago, i ripped it apart with a crowbar and threw it in the dumpster. put my pretty zebrawood desk in the empty space and started thinking about what to hang on that wall. the wall across from it is maps, bc i think a cozy office should have lots of maps and it makes a good video conference background. maybe this will be the dedicated cowboy nonsense wall. i did so much dusting and vacuuming and mopping and the girls can't even hang out in here bc the orange boy is in the office bathroom. big sigh.

also a lot of driving around and emailing and calling thirty shelters and rescues figuring out how to get this orange man a home. please take this orange man off my hands.

[mrsarcherofinfamy]

For his birthday ❤️

●Chuck Taylor x Reader●

Summary: Best Friends watch your son during your match. You see how good Chuck is with your son.

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"Kris please. Do you know anyone who can watch Blake during our match? I had to bring him along with me because my babysitter canceled last minute!"

I am holding onto Kris Statlander's arm while also holding my 3 year old son Blake and his bag begging her to help me.

"Ya know what? I have a group of guys that would help me anytime. Follow me!"

She grabs my hand and I follow next to her walking fast. She walks up to a locker room door and knocks.

"Who is it?!"

"It's Stat!"

"Oh come in."

The door opens and Trent lets us in. The guys start staring at me as I smile looking at them.

"Guys this is Y/N. Better known as (your wrestling name) and she needs someone to watch her son just during her match with me. Can you guys please watch him?"

"Please."

I look at them with puppy dog eyes. Chuck comes over and puts his arms out signaling for Blake to get in his arms. Blake pushes off of me and into Chuck's arms. I smile at him as he gets Blake comfy in his arms.

"Y/N right? From ROH?"

"Yeah I'm new. Kris suggested me to be her partner tonight to show off my skills to Tony."

I hand him Blake's bag as the other two men are staring at me. Kris grabs my arm and looks at the guys.

"We have to get going. See you afterwards."

"Thank you again!"

Kris drags me out of the room and out to gorilla.

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*Chuck's POV*

I sit down on the couch with Blake on my lap as Cassidy turns the TV on to watch Kris and Y/N's match. They are making their way to the ring and Blake points at the tv.

"Mommy!"

"Yeah that's mommy. Your mommy is beautiful dude."

"Chuck."

"What? I'm being serious. She is gorgeous."

Orange rolls his eyes at me and continues watching the TV. Blake watches Y/N wrestle and keeps clapping at the tv. I look at him smiling. He turns and looks at me.

"I hungry. Can get food?"

"Sure dude!"

I stand up holding him and walk out of the locker room heading to catering. I walk in with a few people in catering and walk over to the table.

"Whatcha want buddy?"

He points at some stuff he wants and I grab a plate putting some on it. I walk over to a table and set the plate down on the table than sit down on the chair with him on my lap. I help him eat when someone sits down at the table. I look up seeing MJF sitting across from me.

He points at Blake with his fork.

"Whose kid is that? I know it's not yours."

"This is Y/N's son."

Max starts choking on his food, takes a drink than looks at me.

"Wait... Y/N? The one tagging with Stat right now?"

"Yup."

"Oh crap."

I look at him confused but, he looks down continuing to eat his food ignoring me. I shake my head and help Blake keep eating his snacks.

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*Y/N POV*

Me and Kris are walking back to the Best Friends locker room with her arm around my neck.

"That was such a fun match! Thanks for being my partner Y/N!"

"Of course! Anytime!"

We walk into the locker room and I see that Chuck and Blake are missing.

"Ummm Cass, where is Chuck and Blake?"

"He went to catering because Blake was hungry."

"I'll see you guys later."

I run out of the locker room with Blake's bag and my bag. I walk into catering finding Blake sitting on Chuck's lap and Max sitting across from them. I walk up to Chuck setting the bags down next to the table not looking at Max.

"Hey guys! What are we eating?"

I pull the chair out next to Chuck and turn it to face them having my back to Max.

"Mommy!"

Blake puts his arms out and I take him from Chuck who is looking over at Max. I take a deep breath and look at Chuck with a smile pulling Blake's plate over to me.

"Chuck. Thank you for taking care of Blake for me. It means a lot. If there is anything I can do to repay you, let me know."

"Would you go on a date with me?"

"No she will not be."

I close my eyes hearing Max say that behind me and take a deep breath. I turn slightly looking at Max.

"I told you before to leave us alone. I am a grown woman. I can do whatever I want. And yes Chuck. We can go on a date."

"No you won't."

"Max."

"I am not letting you go on a date with him."

Max stands up looking at me and Blake. Chuck stands up looking at Max across the table.

"Why can't she go on a date with me, Max?"

"Because her and Blake are mine. That's my girlfriend. And that's my son."

I close my eyes taking a deep breath trying to talk calmly to Max so Blake doesn't freak out. Chuck is standing there with a shocked face.

"Max. I broke up with you because you decided to cheat on me. Three times. And yes this may be your son but when is the last time you saw him? Helped me out with him? Do you even know how old he is? You abandoned us because you didnt want us to ruin your career. Now look at us. I just had a great match on TV and Blake is being taken care of. Kris just introduced me to Chuck before my match and immediately Chuck got up, taking Blake, making sure he was taken care of. And that's why I will be going on a date with Chuck and not you."

Max looks at Chuck than at me, shakes his head and walks away. I look over at Chuck who has a big smile on his face as he sits back down.

"We can have a picnic and you can bring Blake! And than explain everything to me."

"That sounds like a perfect idea! Right Blake?"

Blake starts clapping his hands giggling. I smile and lean over trying to kiss Chuck's cheek. He turns his head and our lips collide in a romantic kiss. He pulls back looking at me and I smile looking back at him.

"I can't wait for that date."

"Me too."

[katyawriteswhump]

the freak in the penthouse part 11

E-rated (for sexual content), accidental millionaire eddie/sex-worker steve. On tumblr: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3.1 Part 3.2 Part 4.1 Part 4.2 Part 5.1 Part 5.2 Part 6.1 Part 6.2 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 or search #thefreakinthepenthouse :)

On AO3

Eddie had barely unwound himself from Steve—let alone relaunched his epic packing campaign—when Robin swept back in. She hustled Steve out to the couch, where she plonked a tray of super-late breakfast in his lap. She then swung her attention back to Eddie:

“You’re due out of here in less than nineteen minutes. You ready?”

Eddie opened his mouth. Shut it again. All he wanted was more time alone with Steve.

“Let’s try that again, goldfish-guy. This dump is awash with your junk. You want help packing?”

Eddie hadn’t been expecting that. She didn’t wait for an answer, just grabbed him by the elbow. When he glanced over his shoulder at Steve, she yanked him into the bedroom, closed the door. ‘Help’ turned out to be an opportunity to give him the tongue-lashing of his life, and he sucked it up.

“Okay, I admit it. Steve and I had our first proper row last night,” he said, while they hurled his beloved t-shirt collection into bags. “Something else happened today. Steve told me that he saw somebody from his past who made him remember stuff he tried to forget. Whoever it was, they shook him real bad.”

“From his past?” Her whispers came at him like the rat-a-tat of machine gun fire. “You mean, from the year he was forced into prostitution to pay back his parents’ debts? It wasn’t only sex, you know. Some of those bastard’s got off on hurting him. All you are, Eddie Munson, is the John who pulled him back into the game after he’d fought his way free, and who wasn’t quite such a shithead.”

Ouch, ouch, OUCH.

She kept on kicking: “Still think his feelings for you are anything other than Stockholm Syndrome?”

Eddie only faintly knew what Stockholm Syndrome was. He felt sick. Everything she told him made him feel sicker and sicker. However, if he was gonna help Steve—heck, if Robin was going to have a clue how to help him—he couldn’t cave on this.

“You didn’t answer my question, sister.” He batted a wasp from his uneaten jelly donut. “When Steve was acting odd, I think he was having flashbacks. Shit, I need to talk to my uncle. He knows about that kinda thing. Any ideas who could’ve made Steve flip out?”

Robin gawked at him in silence for a moment. Which was jarring and bordered on creepy.

“I can’t be sure,” she said, returning to her whirlwind of activity. “Too many candidates in this place, though one new guest stands out. Some limey asshat—Lord Dickchester, or something like that. He’s a jerk, rude as fuck. Got hands crawling everywhere they’re not wanted. Nobody’s gonna do anything, ’cos he’s the friend of some other asshat who recently bought a ton of shares in the hotel. He’d be my number one suspect, but then there’s also…"

Eddie tuned out. He checked the drawers, and then the wardrobes and cabinets, and then under the bed. Aaaaand repeated it all. He couldn’t focus on anything.

He was so fucking angry. And scared. Steve needed help, real help, and Eddie had no clue what to do about it.

“You trippin’ out there?” Robin clicked her fingers under Eddie’s nose.

“Huh?”

“You hear me?” she hissed. “Word in the kitchen is that Steve’s been fired. I’ve managed to wrangle a few days leave. I’m gonna take him home to my mom, but we’re not exactly minted down in Castle Buckley. You are gonna pay him, right?”

Eddie’s groan grated through him like a broken amp.

…

Steve sat on the couch and stared at the tray on his lap—orange juice, oatmeal and banana. He ate a few spoonfuls, took a sip of the juice, then shoved it aside.

He’d taken his meds. They could fix how he felt, and he sure didn’t feel like eating much. Now the adrenaline rush, or whatever, had crashed, he didn’t much feel like anything at all. He sure as heck didn’t want to watch Robin help Eddie finish packing. Ugh. It was so… final. He was relieved when they disappeared into the adjoining room, though Robin returned quicker than Eddie.

She broke the news that Kline had given him the heave-ho.

“Oh,” he said. He should be freaking out. What if that douchebag carried out his threat of turning Steve over to the cops? He was simply too drained to freak out about anything anymore.

And then she informed him she was taking him home to her mom.

“I’m not a stray puppy,” he sniped, then added, with a roll of his eyes, “I guess I should thank you.”

“Why break the habit of a lifetime, bitch?” She winked at him, wandered off.

“Steve?” said Eddie, and Steve glanced up again. He’d not noticed Eddie tiptoe out of the bedroom. “You know that I can’t actually pay you what I owe right now, so…”

He offered out a glittery silver guitar case. One of the few things he owned that wasn’t layered with metalhead stickers.

“It’s the Jimi Hendrix one,” he explained. “I’m ninety-nine percent convinced it’s a phony, and the dude I bought it off doubtless took me for a chump. Still a beauty, and gotta be worth several hundred bucks, even if it wasn’t blessed by a God.”

“No way.” Steve avoided Eddie’s pleading gaze. “I’m not having you pay me. I’ll be fine. Okay, Robin’s mom is apparently just like her, so I’ll wanna top myself by tomorrow, but—”

“I heard that, Dingus! Take the damn guitar. Christ knows, we can’t keep you in treats and kennels, rent free, forever.” She marched out of the bedroom carrying several garbage sacks, then disappeared into the corridor, slamming the doors behind.

Eddie dumped the case at Steve’s feet. “Sell her, pawn her, whatever you need. Keep her—maybe you can become the next George Michael. Or Rick Astley.”

His snicker totally rubbed Steve up the wrong way. “Oh, right. So, you’re a tortured genius, and I’m a wannabe?”

“Not what I said, Steve.”

“I’m sorry. I’m just…” Dying inside here. “Hungover and grouchy.”

Steve swept his hand shakily across his mouth, pushed himself to his feet. He actually let Eddie help him. Damn, what wouldn’t he give to scuttle back to that bed, curl up with Eddie, and sleep till the world started over.

“You’ll take her?” Eddie’s hand rested very lightly on Steve’s hip.

“I guess.”

He wound up staring at that stupid pillar. He vaguely recalled blundering into it, the handcuffs and… Oh shit, did I really do that? Panic flashed, then Eddie pulled him close, notched his chin on Steve’s shoulder. Steve melted into him.

“I’m crazy about you, Stevie,” whispered Eddie. “God, I’m gonna miss you so freakin’ much. Here’s Henderson’s number. Call me, okay?”

Eddie slipped something into Steve’s pocket. Steve choked up. He couldn’t help it. “Crazy about you too,” he murmured, sliding his arms under Eddie’s. He breathed deep as he dared, chiefly of Eddie’s sweat. And he smiled into Eddie’s puffy, sweaty hair. Maybe he should be dreaming of a cold shower together rather than hopping straight into that soft bed. Wasn’t gonna happen.

But maybe they could go on a cheap date this weekend?

“Crap!” He pulled back and took Eddie’s face in his hands. “Your agoro-wotsit! You gonna be okay leaving this place?”

“Oh, I’m gonna whizz out of here like the Flash. You cured me, remember?” Eddie pulled a dumb face, crossing his eyes, then silenced Steve’s protest with his fingertips. “I’m gonna be just peachy. You go home with Robin and rest up.”

…

Eddie perched on the couch, his head in his hands.

It had been ten minutes since Robin and Steve had left. Since then, Eddie had glued himself to the seat, barely able to move a muscle. It took a shitload of willpower to shift far enough to discover what was jammed uncomfortably against his butt. Turned out to be Robin’s rolling pin, that’d gotten lost beneath a cushion.

When Steve was settled at Robin’s, would he want to call? Should he want to? Were Steve’s feelings for him really Stockholm Syndrome, or some equally messed-up shit?

Eddie’s mind raced through the past few weeks, all the scorching sex, the cool times hanging together. He settled on one of his favorite memories, which even brought a small smile to his lips. He’d been dozing on this very couch, daydreaming about being home in Wayne’s trailer—rolling on his tiny bed with Steve, making out like dumb teens.

Then real-life Steve had crawled on top of him, fingers tangling through Eddie’s hair and kissing him softly. So soft and teasingly gentle that Eddie’s every nerve-end shimmered, flooding him with dumbass levels of joy. Wide awake, he’d gabbed Steve hungrily and kissed him back like it was his last moment alive. They’d sucked face and wrestled and rolled about so madly that they’d tumbled off the goddamn couch and landed in a tangled heap.

They’d pissed themselves laughing on the Persian rug. Then they’d watched Ghostbusters II and chucked popcorn at each other, before head-banging their brains out to some serious metal and pop. In those moments, Eddie had sure as heck believed in his daydream—that he and Steve belonged together, in some badass time and place far away from his dungeon-tower gulag. Steve understood that too, right? Jesus, but even last night, Eddie had treated Steve… like a hooker. Worse. He’d pinned his wrists and swatted his ass, taken without asking. And now, after everything he’d learned…

“All you are, Eddie Munson, is the John who wasn’t quite such a shithead to him.”

As his guts twisted into fresh knots, he consoled himself with the facts. He was crazy about Steve. Steve said he was crazy about Eddie. He could make this right and real within days. Hours, even. Then he’d work his tatts off on ‘Vecna’s Doom Quest II.’ He’d make a shitload more money. He’d TAKE CARE of Steve. 

As soon as he’d shuffled out of here.

Riiiiight. In your own time, dude.

He managed to sit up straight, but his legs had set like stone. His rings dug into his tightly-curled fingers. Far below, in the street, his ride awaited, the meter ticking. Dustin was gonna shred him up and feed him to those damn donks.

A bellhop arrived with a trolley and gathered some of Eddie’s luggage. Then he came and fetched two more loads. Eddie was left on the couch with a few of his original tattered trunks around his feet.

Four o’clock was long gone. The chambermaid let herself in. At the sight of Eddie, she dropped her duster and gave a little cry.

“Hey, Doreen,” said Eddie, offering a small wave. “Uuuuuuh, just takin’ a breather. I’ll be outta your hair in a jiffy.”

“You take your time, hon’. I’m heartbroke to see you leave.”

She started up hoovering. Eddie rummaged through his stuff for something to give her as a parting tip and hit paydirt with an original 1964 Rolling Stones LP. Yeah, it was rad, but a recent purchase. Compared to the 7-inch vinyls he’d scrimped and saved for as a kid, it meant less than nothing.

He pushed himself to his feet, a monumental achievement that he was stupidly proud of. He puffed out his cheeks, rolled back his shoulders.

“Yoohoo! Doreen!” he called, and she stopped hoovering. He beamed at her and even wondered if he could build on this momentum to blast on out of there. “Got a teensy weensy pressie for—"

“What the devil?” An English-accented voice interrupted them, and Eddie wheeled about. A chunky middle-aged man in a three-piece suit blocked the doorway, leaning on a wicker cane. “I was promised this suite would be available this afternoon.”

“It will be Lord Godchester,” said Doreen. “Accept my sincere apologies. I will call down for assis—”

“I don’t care, woman!” Godchester strode into the room as if it was his birthright. “I want to move my trunks across NOW.” He swiped the cane through the air as he spoke. Clearly, he didn’t need it for walking. On noticing Eddie, he balked. “Who the bloody hell are you?”

Greetings and salutations, Lord Dickchester.

Eddie stared at the cane. Then he stared at the pillar. And back at the unspeakable bastard before him. 

Yeah. The picture was goddamn crystal clear.

“I asked you a question, man!” yelled Dickchester. Godchester. Eddie didn’t give a flying fuck either way.

He breathed hard and fast through his nostrils. His teeth grinded. Then he turned about and picked up Robin’s rolling pin.

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Part 12 on AO3 Part 12 on tumblr

Thank you for reading. Likes, reblogs and comments much appreciated and will feed the bunnies🐰💕🐰💕🐰💕🐰💕

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On AO3 All my ST stuff on AO3

[paperhalfshell]

dancing waves.

Pairing: Rise!Leonardo x Reader Word Count: 1,155 words Warnings: None

“You told me,” you screech, “that nothing at a mystic beach would try to kill me!”

“No, I told you that nothing on this beach will kill you,” Leo says, arm windmilling to cut another portal open through the sand. “Not when NEON LEON is here!”

He laughs. You do not.

“LEO –”

The ground quakes.

“And in we go!”

With a grin way too gleeful for someone about to be slurped up by a giant worm with teeth, Leo tackles the two of you into the portal.

Everything is a blinding whirl of blue and tangled limbs and the next thing you know, you have a mouth full of cold sand and the plastron of one about-to-be-hunted-for-sport turtle digging into your back. The sand tingles strangely – magically – on your tongue, so you spit it out quickly and wriggle out from under Leo to scrape off the leftover bits with your fingernails. With any luck, you won’t turn into a sandcastle or something.

Another mystic beach. You pin a dangerous glare onto Leo.

His eyes nervously dart around before meeting yours, bright and confident. “Would you look at that!” he chirps. “A reverse beach. I gotta say, this one’s waaaay better than the others.”

With a stubborn huff, you cut your gaze away from him to appraise the beach. It’s tiny, secluded, two-thirds of it surrounded by cliffs. The sand is smooth and blue against your skin, tangles of seagrass sprouting up in clusters around you. Strange-looking fish drift about in the air. And a few yards away, rolling gently into the shore, are waves the color of tangerines.

The most striking detail, however, is the complete lack of man-slash-yokai-eating monsters.

Your fists slowly relax, though you keep your frown out of pride. “It’s fine … I guess.”

Leo snorts. He gets to his feet, then sticks out a hand to help you up. “Aw, c’mon,” he exclaims when you merely squint at him. “Am I seriously still on the chopping block?”

“Is this place really safe?” you grumble in lieu of an answer, causing his mouth to pinch into a pout. Still, you reluctantly accept his hand and heft yourself up.

“I dunno. Let’s walk around and find out.” He lifts his sword into the air and starts marching down the beach. “Don’t worry, we won’t stop until we find the best beach in the Hidden City that doesn’t result in serious injury and/or death!”

Keeping a firm grip on your hand (just in case something happens, you reason, so you don’t protest), he leads you along, scanning the sand and the water for potentially dangerous creatures. None of the ones you see pose any real threat, usually swimming or scuttling away once you draw near. After some thought, you and Leo also dip your toes into the orange water and find that the only thing strange about it is the color. It’s also warm, and you do your best to hide your delight.

“Is that a smile I see?”

Crap.

“No.”

“Oh-ho-ho, that was definitely a smile,” Leo preens, letting go of your hand to toss your bags and his sword to a spot further away from the water. “I, Leonardo, officially deem this beach turtle- and human-friendly. Which means …!”

With that, he sweeps you up onto his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and dashes towards the shore.

“Leo!” you shriek, but this time, delight underscores the name leaving your mouth. He skids to a stop once the water reaches above his waist, and your stomach swoops in that familiar way as he hoists you over his head. (Gosh, he’s strong.) “Don’t you d –”

He sucks in a deep breath and launches you into the air.

“YEET!”

For a split second, you’re flying, limbs flailing. Then the waves rush up to swallow you whole.

You resurface quickly enough, sputtering and laughing; Leo breaks into a grin as you leap up and try to dunk him underwater.

“You jerk!”

“What was that? ‘I forgive you’?” he yells, kicking and splashing back at you. “You accept my heartfelt apology and we’re best friends again? That’s great!”

“Your apology almost got me killed three times!”

“I’m sorrrry! But you’re still alive, right?” Leo chuckles, but there’s a note of guilt in his tone, and his smile fades. You blink. The horseplay ceases as he rubs the back of his head. “I swear the pamphlets didn’t say anything about shell traps or giant worms with teeth. I probably should’ve checked the socials before portaling us.”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah.” He looks down into the water, then glances up at you hopefully. “But this one is fun enough, right?”

“Fun enough to make up for everything, you mean?” you ask. He winces. “Fun enough to make up for the very important fundraiser that I worked on for three weeks and reminded you about for a whole week leading up to it, only for you to miss the whole thing because you ticked off a giant yokai in the Hidden City on purpose? Fun enough for me to forgive you?”

Leo swallows dryly, looking every bit as remorseful as he did last week. “Yeah …?” he says, voice small.

You stare at him. He shrinks beneath your gaze, and it’s impossible to tell whether the moisture on his forehead is sea or sweat.

Eventually, you break into a small smile and pat his shoulder. “It is.”

He slumps. “Oh, thank god.”

“But I’d also like pizza at Run of the Mill and a shot at your portal sword.” You glance enviously at the giant blade lying in the sand, gleaming underneath the sun.

Leo gives you a wary look. “Okay, you got a date for the pizza, but I dunno about letting you use my sword. Not to be a wet blanket, but you don’t exactly have the best track record with mystic weapons.”

“Just let me hold it while you make a portal, then.”

“That I can do. You got yourself a deal.” He winks.

Your face floods with heat. Panicked, you splash him in the face.

“Pfft – hey!”

“Race you to that weird-looking rock!” you shout, diving beneath the surface.

“I don’t think that’s a rock, but you’re so on!” you hear Leo shout back before he quickly follows suit. Phew.

For the rest of the afternoon, the two of you goof around on that little beach, racing and cliff jumping and sunbathing. And when the sun begins to dip beneath the horizon, Leo lets you portal to Run of the Mill, sort of, his hands covering yours the whole time, and he treats you to your favorite pizza with money he probably cajoled from Donnie. The anger and the guilt are put to the wayside, forgotten. It’s just how it is with you and Leo. You can never stay apart for too long.

(Truth be told, you probably forgave him the first time around, anyway.)

[havoc-bloom]

May we request young Clyde and Winfrey hunting together/bonding? Familial/Friend stuff :3

This ended up being a lil more “horror + cryptid bonding” and I will warn that there is a lil gore (these guys eviscerate two teens on Halloween night) but it’s got the bonding part too

I’ll also be posting this on AO3 in my big book of drabbles!! Fic under the cut ^^

The forest was silent. The last leaves had fallen off the trees, dappling the ground in hues of yellow and red and orange. The squirrels and bears had hidden away, the birds off to the south for warmer weather. The beginnings of winter had begun to settle over Eastridge’s woods.

A dark shape prowled between the trees. Yellow eyes darted about, analyzing the tremble of every leaf, the slightest shake of each branch. The quills along its spine shivered as its back arched, stooping low to sniff the ground for any remnants of a trail. Nothing.

It was getting tired of this nothing. This… quiet.

Its partner followed at its side. A larger figure, bulkier, knuckles buckling against the dirt with every step. The first creature glanced up at the other, shaking its head. The other let out a huff, the air visible in the cold, before it looked away and continued forward. The first followed.

Both of them were hardly juveniles. Young, at least for Veldigun. Their minds were scattered, mostly animal instinct, with the slightest sentience from toddlers and children the two had snagged from the streets. With this sentience, they had given each other titles; neither were sure which child’s memory they’d gotten it from. The first was Clyde. The other was Winfrey.

Winfrey had paused for a moment, eyes locked onto a nearby tree. Clyde followed its gaze. On the bark of the tree was a bright orange line, drawn horizontally across it. Neither knew what it was, or what it was for, but from stalking through the woods, they recognized it. The neighborhood was nearby. Sniffing the air, Clyde caught wind of car exhaust.

It was getting to that time of year again. Perhaps they could grab a few children to eat again. Clyde’s tail flicked, signaling its partner to follow, and the two padded off towards the town of Eastridge.

It was midnight when Clyde’s paws met the concrete sidewalk. It had put back on the costume it stole; it store it in a den just outside of the neighborhood when not in use. Now, as it watched the last few people walk up and down the streets, it didn’t quite crave the children it usually targeted on Halloween. It craved a larger quarry.

There. Two humans. Not dressed up for the holiday, but not quite looking the same as the adults, carrying strange fabrics. Teenagers, Clyde assumed. It stalked down the sidewalk, on the opposite side of the streetlights, listening. Waiting.

—

“…So what’d you get from Mrs. Harrison’s house?” Devin grabbed the pillowcase from Cole before he could respond, making him glare. Devin looked inside, letting out a laugh.

“Holy shit dude. That’s like… 20 dollars worth of candy.” He handed back the pillowcase. “Lucky.”

Cole shrugged, slinging the pillowcase over his shoulder. “It’s almost 12:30, no one’s out here with their kids anymore, so she gave what she had to me. Take notes.”

The two continued walking. Their plan was simple; snag leftover candy from any houses with their lights on, and then go back to Devin’s place with their stash. Quick and easy. Cole’s head turned to the sidewalk across from them, pointing at a figure and stepping back. His eyes were wide. “Holy shit, bobcat.”

Devin looked to where Cole was pointing, stepping back as well. The figure was… weird. Not quite the shape of a bobcat. It walked on all fours, eyes trained on the pair. “That’s not a bobcat, dumbass, it’s got a tail. What the fuck-?”

And then it stood onto two legs, slouched. Human-like.

Cole immediately dropped his bag and bolted. Devin sputtered for a moment, reaching to grab Cole’s pillowcase and sprinting right behind. “Cole!”

“Fuck that! Fuck this! Leave the candy dude!” Cole shouted back.

A shriek. Cole didn’t get a response. He muttered under his breath, “Oh my god, oh my god, holy shit,” running so hard his lungs burned and he couldn’t feel his feet anymore. He heard something behind him— didn’t dare to look back— like galloping, like the clicking of a dog’s claws against laminated floors.

He tripped as he tried to run across the street, practically launching himself from the curb into the asphalt. The breath was knocked out of him, gasping, tumbling and then coughing as he landed on his side. He groaned. He could feel the scuff of his hands, the first layer of skin tarnished by the street. He scrambled to try and get up, getting to his feet, moving forward—

Something snagged his hood. He gasped, and then yelped, falling onto his back. And then he was being dragged, fast. He thrashed, trying to get whatever got his hood off, but he shrieked as his lower back hit the curb and bounced him up to the sidewalk. A sharp turn sent him careening, drifting into the corner of a brick wall as he was taken down an alley. He heard a crackling sound. Blood on the concrete passed him by, right under him. He could feel it against the back of his hoodie.

And then everything stopped.

Cole fought to get up, but whatever had his hoodie brought him down again. After a second, he glanced up, panting hard. His eyes went wide in terror.

There, above him, was something he only heard of in campfire stories. Something moms told their kids about so they didn’t get kidnapped on Halloween. Something he didn’t believe was real. It glared at him, and then turned back to what it was holding; Devin, neck snapped and head hanging limply.

Cole opened his mouth to scream, but the demon’s tail un-lodged from his hood and wrapped firmly around his neck. It stung like fire, like a thousand wasps attacking all at once. Cole reached for the tail, but his hands immediately drew back, the same feeling prickling against his sore palms. Tears streamed down his face.

He didn’t even see the demon consume Devin’s mind, but when he looked up, he saw something considerably worse. One, the demon was eating Devin’s body, tearing into flesh. Two, there was a figure beside it, one Cole didn’t recognize. It stared him down like a cat to a mouse. A clawed hand met his face, and then it all went dark.

—

Clyde ate fast. It had to, so that way it could get out before the cops came. Its tail unwound from the boy’s neck as Winfrey consumed his mind, allowing its partner to have its fill as well. A successful hunt. Winfrey let out a grateful trill as it began to eat, the skin around its mouth pulling back to reveal teeth, before sinking into flesh. Clyde let out a noise in return— a giggle. It found that it liked laughing, so it did it often. That was its favorite trait it got from humans.

When the two had their fill, Clyde lifted up the lid to a nearby dumpster, allowing Winfrey to toss the remains in. Perhaps the local wildlife would eat the rest. The pair then made their way out, traveling through the alleys until they found a backyard fence, jumping it to traverse the yards of the neighborhood. It didn’t take long for them to reach the forest’s edge, running for their den.

When they arrived, it was nearing morning. The sun threatened to peek over the horizon, and Clyde could tell that its partner was weary. It led Winfrey inside, the larger Veldigun letting out a small rumble of tired acknowledgment. Inside, it paced in a few circles before lying down, huffing. Clyde followed, settling next to it, nuzzling the other’s shoulder with its forehead. Winfrey lifted its paw, pulling its partner closer in return, and Clyde laughed. Winfrey smiled. The sound made it feel… safe.

Its eyes fell shut, holding its partner close. Clyde’s tail curled around them both, its eyes closing as well. For now, they were safe. For now.

[oreharuuu]

éta ritual (5)

Summary: Meeting San's two friends was an interesting experience yet...you can't help but hide your suspicion about them.

Warnings: none

A/N: I'M SORRY I WAS LATE POSTING THIS! I've rewritten the whole thing because I wasn't happy with it, but I'm satisfied with the whole thing now so ENJOY :)

"Oh, please. You think the library is swamped on a Monday?"

"Oh, (name). You don't have to say sorry for taking a few days off," Suho hummed as you placed your phone on your shoulder. You huffed, dragging the trash bag outside of your apartment. "I feel bad because you only have Mark working at the moment."

You shrugged before realizing Suho can't see it. "It might. You never know."

Suho sighed. "Well, don't worry. You better finish that problem sooner or later. Are you staying with someone?"

"Yeah, my neighbor."

San was an angel for letting you stay on his couch for the meantime. It's only been a day since the incident but you're trying to clean up at a faster pace because you don't want to bother San anymore. He's adamant that he's okay with the whole thing but you don't want to stay longer because that man is a menace.

You only stayed one day at his apartment to calm yourself down and relax before doing any work, but damn did San not know the term 'personal boundaries'. You slept on the couch because your heart's going to burst if you step into San's room. The one morning you woke up to the smell of bacon, you sat up only to go eyes wide when you saw San shirtless. He's only wearing pajama pants but the pants are down to his hips, showing the top of his underwear? Boxers? You don't even know because your mind isn't working right.

Laying back down you only stared at the ceiling as you tried to erase the image from your mind. You could've sworn you heard a growl somewhere nearby, but your heart stopped literally when San appeared smiling, his dimple showing.

Fuck.

"Morning, (name)! Breakfast is ready, come eat it before I eat everything," He smiled as he walked away again to grab a plate for himself.

That morning you looked everywhere besides San's godly body, not noticing how he's hiding his smirks as he purposely stretched and flexed his muscles.

Thankfully San needed to run some errands before working tomorrow. But that didn't stop yourself from ogling at how his clothes fit nicely to his body like a glove. "I'm gonna go now, you sure you don't want me to buy anything?" San asked.

"No thanks," You smiled. "I'm good."

San smiled before waving goodbye, closing the door before you huffed and screamed into the pillow you slept yesterday.

"—So I'm guessing this neighbor is also helping you?"

You snapped out of your head, coughing lightly before answering Suho. "No, actually. His friends are willing to help though because he's busy with work."

"Hmm, what a nice man."

You sighed. "Tell me about it."

You and Suho kept talking over the phone as you mindlessly cleaned what you can in your apartment. As Suho was talking about a cute dog he saw yesterday, a knock stopped you from grabbing the trash. "Suho, can I call you later? I think his friends are here."

Saying goodbye, you turned off the call before making yourself presentable with the hoodie, joggers, and messy hair. You're too lazy to change anyway and you're cleaning. Fixing your glasses you walked to the door before opening it.

What a sight it was.

Both of the men were tall. One with brown hair and one with bold coloured hair. You've never met anyone with hair of neon yellow and orange make it look so good.

"Hi, are you (name)?" The man with brown hair asked, making you nod. "Yeah, I'm (name). I'm assuming your San's friends?"

"Yup!" The other man cheerily replied. "My name's Mingi, this is Yunho. Nice to meet you."

Your tense body slowly went lax, smiling at how cute Mingi is. They both have golden retriever energies so you don't sense any bad things from them. Although their height is still making you a bit uneasy because of how short you are compared to them.

"Nice to meet you too! Thank you really for offering to help."

Yunho waved you off. "It's fine, besides we don't really have anything to do. And we've been dying to meet the girl San was gushing over."

Hearing that you tried to hide the rising heats on your cheeks by coughing, hiding behind the door before appearing back to them. "Thank you! But sadly San never told me about you guys. Are you guys close friends or...?"

"Oh!" Mingi smiled. "Let's say we've been together for a long time."

"Very, very, long time," Yunho smirked.

"Hmm, must be good friends then."

Mingi and Yunho only nodded, so you opened the door wider to let them in. You're embarrassed as both of the men looked around your apartment with an unreadable expression, shifting uneasily when Yunho turned back to look at you.

"I presumed you already cleaned this already?"

"Well yeah, not all though. Just started cleaning a few hours a go," You shrugged helplessly.

Mingi and Yunho exchanged glances before Mingi asked back. "So...the apartment is actually more cleaner now?"

You nodded.

Yunho smiled but you know it's not a pleasant one, while Mingi scowled before shaking his head with a sigh. "San told us the girl is your friend?"

"Was," You snarked back. "After the stunt she pulled I'm not sure I'll be able to hold myself back from punching her. But then again I'll probably just think about it instead of actually doing it."

"I'm supporting you to punch her. If my Cas—uh, apartment was trashed like this or even worse, I'd say kill her," Yunho shrugged, Mingi nodding along in agreement.

"Yeah, not taking any chances here," You huffed before making your way towards the mess on your kitchen. "I believe you both came here to help me?"

Both of them grin, separating as they make their way towards the mess inside. You huffed before grabbing the trash bags outside before deciding to clean your bedroom next. It's not as trashed as the living room, but still messy nonetheless.

"You need help here?" Yunho popped his head inside your room, carrying a trash bag over his shoulder. You looked around before shaking your head. "Nope. I'm good here."

You noticed how Yunho lingers around the door, noticing how he's shifting his gaze around your room. Before you could ask him what's wrong, a knock from the door interrupted your question.

You swore you heard a growl from Yunho but you ignored it. It sounds too...inhuman for it to come from an actual human. "Someone visiting you?" Yunho cocked his head towards the door.

"Actually...no."

You heard the door open, instantly thinking that Mingi opened the door. You heard talking so you brushed off any dust from your clothes before walking towards the door, Yunho following behind.

"Mark? What're you doing here?"

"(name)!" Mark smiled happily. "Wanted to visit you before going to work, Suho told me what happened. So I bought something for you."

"Aww, thanks. You really didn't have to," You walked up to grab the bag from Mark's hand, noticing the delicious smell. "Damn, right on time. Thanks for the food!"

"Wanted to eat with you, but it seems you have company..."

"Oh!" You forgot Yunho and Mingi were here, looking back at them before pointing. "That's Yunho, that's Mingi. They're actually my neighbor's friends, they wanted to help me."

"Oh, hi!"

"Hello," Mingi replied with a smile but you noticed how it didn't reach his eyes. Yunho only nodded with a tense smile, making the atmosphere awkward before you cleared your throat. "Wanna come in? I mean you did buy the food."

Mark opened his mouth before closing it. You frowned when suddenly his eyes looked blank, almost empty. "Mark? You okay?" You waved a hand in front of him, but no response.

"Actually," He started. "I remembered I had something to do before I go to work. It's best if I work on it."

Weird. He sounded like a stranger to you with that kinda of language and tone, but you shrugged before hugging him. "Alright, hope it goes well. Take care Mark!"

Mark's body was lax so you thought he didn't want any hugs right now, but his blank gaze was still etched on his face. Glancing back at Mingi and Yunho, you noticed the subtle yet annoyed smirk Yunho had while Mingi straight up looked scary as he glared at Mark.

"Uh...anything wrong here?"

Mingi glanced at Yunho before his face melts from any tension, smiling at you before grabbing your back gently. "All fine, love. Maybe Mark's a little...tired. Let's leave him be."

You frowned but nodded nonetheless. Mark did mentioned how his professor seems to have a grudge towards him, always making him revise a few assignments. "Maybe. Bye, Mark! I'll see you at work!"

Mark didn't even wave before Yunho closed the door, a bit strong in your opinion. You saw how Yunho was hunched, huffing softly before looking back at you with a smile. You hold back the shiver that just went through your body, slowly inching away from Mingi; not noticing his gaze always looking at you.

You swore his eyes was red but in an instant it vanished. Jumping back to Mingi, you didn't even notice Yunho already standing in front of you.

"So," He purred. "Shall we continue were we left off?"

[svechnikovvv]

lake days & a broken nose (2)

pairing: trevor zegras x hughes!reader

warnings: profanity

summary: it’s been months since you broke trevor’s nose at the lake house. what happens after that?

a/n: this is a part 2 since someone requested it (: you can find part 1 here

masterlist: here

ever since i broke trevor’s nose, and apologized profusely about it, we’ve become closer friends. we even exchanged numbers and would text everyday.

i was on my way back to my small apartment on campus since my senior year started. i unlock the door and cut the lights on. i practically jump out of my skin when i see someone on my couch.

“trevor?”

“the one and only.” he gets off the couch and engulfs me in a hug.

“holy fucking shit, i missed you so much.” he laughs

“i missed you too, hughesy.” we pull apart and i look at him, not believing that he was in front of me.

“what are you doing here? how’d you get here?” he laughs at my rapid-fire questions.

“i came to surprise you, and i flew here.” my eyes widen

“all the way from anaheim?” he nods “that’s too far. you didn’t have to do that.” he shrugs

“missed my favorite hughes,” he then leans in. “don’t let the other three know that you’re my favorite.” he shoots me a wink

“it’ll be our secret,” i tell him and set my bag by my bedroom door.

“sorry the place is a mess, i wasn’t expecting company.” he looks around at the space and laughs.

“you think this is bad? try rooming with four other hockey players who are superstitious.” i wince

“i’ve seen the guys on the team and they look like they’re messy.” he gasps

“you aren’t seeing other hockey players behind my back are you?” he jokingly asks and i place a hand over my heart.

“i would never.” we both laugh and i fall back on the couch.

“you fancy takeout and a movie?”

“depends on where and what movie.”

“i was thinking chinese and happy gilmore.”

“i’m sold.” he takes a seat beside me and i grab the takeout menu from the coffee table. i hand it to trevor and he takes it, scanning it.

“orange chicken.” is all he says and i nod

“good pick.” i grab my phone and dial the number, calling in the order. they said one of us would have to go and pick it up and trevor volunteered to do so.

“here’s my car keys,” i stop him before he leaves the room. “leave a scratch on the pimp mobile and you’ll have another broken nose.” he holds up his hands

“don’t worry, it’ll be in mint condition.” he then leaves the room to go get it. i turn on the movie and have it on pause as i wait. figuring he’d be a minute, i decide to take a shower. and like any sane person, music is a must. if you don’t go on tour to at least half the globe, what are you doing?

i grab a shampoo bottle and start to belch the lyrics to when i was your man.

“ALTHOUGH IT HURRRRRRTS, I’LL BE THE FIIIIRST TO SAY THAT, I WAS WROOOOOOOONG.” this part was my absolute favorite of the song because of the way he drags out the word ‘wrong.’ once my tour and shower was done, i change into my pajamas and head back into the room to see trevor sitting on the couch with a very amused smile on his face.

“you were pouring your heart out.” my fave goes red and i grumble, sitting beside him. he takes our food out the bags and places the trays in front of us on the table.

“oh! i also bought some sprite. figured we get thirsty.”

“smart idea, let me go grab some cups and ice.” i get back up and head to the kitchenette, grabbing two cups. i fill them both with ice, heading back to the couch. i hand trevor his and hold mine out for him.

“to the brim, z. the. brim.” he laughs and pours sprite into my cup, filling it to the brim as asked. i take a sip and sigh of content.

“sprite is like flavored tv static, but i love it.”

“that’s going to fuck with me for the rest of the day.”

“good.” we then get comfortable as we eat our chinese food and watch happy gilmore.

“adam sandler is such a god.” trevor says with a mouthful of rice.

“if i ever met that man, i’d probably cry and shit my pants at the same time.” trevor laughs and sprite comes out of his nose. i laugh at his predicament and he grabs a paper towel, wiping his nose.

“that burned. i can now smell sprite.”

“i’m just that funny.” he rolls his eyes.

it was starting to get late and trevor hadn’t left yet.

“where’re you staying?”

“was figuring i could crash on your couch?”

“oh nonsense. we can share my room.” he nods and we walk into my room.

“welcome to the fortress of y/n-tude. you can set your bags by the closet.” he does as told and drops his duffel bag and then unzips it, pulling out a hoodie and some sweats.

“do you-” my eyes widen and i nod.

“oh yeah, of course. my bad.” i turn around and face the wall as he changes.

“okay, im done.” i turn back around and my breath is gone. how does he manage to make a hoodie and sweats seem so nice?

“y/n?” i snap out of my trance

“yeah?” he laughs

“i asked if you wanted to sleep on the left or right side of the bed?”

“yes. uh, it doesn’t matter to me.” he nods and gets in on the left side. i slide in on the right side and i cut off my nightstand lamp.

“goodnight trev”

“goodnight y/n/n”

somehow throughout the night, trevor and i ended up tangled with one another. i woke up to my head on his chest and my arms wrapped around his torso.

“morning y/n/n,” i hear his husky morning voice and i look up at him. he goes to move but i groan and stop him.

“five more minutes. you’re warm” i close my eyes again and he laughs, running his hand through my hair. i could get used to this everyday.

“trevor?” i sleepily ask and he hums

“i think i’m in love with you.” i can feel his heartbeat quicken and i sleepily smile.

“you don’t mean that.” i open my eyes and look up at him

“i meant every word.” i give him a sleepy smile and he smiles too.

“thank god, i didn’t know how much longer i could go before i told you.” we both laugh and he places a kiss on top of my head. my phone then buzzed and i reach over and grab it, answering the facetime call. quinn’s face then appears on the screen.

“q! how’s my favorite older brother?” he laughs

“i’m good- wait. who’s with you?” oh shit

“what do you mean?”

“y/n, i can see someone’s hand. and unless you became a contortionist, who is it?” i sigh and look up at trevor really quickly to see if he’s okay with it. he nods and i move the phone so that it’s facing him.

“trevor?!” i hear quinn gasp and trevor waves

“hey quinn…”

“okay, i saw this coming anyways.” he brushes it off. “but trevor, if you break my sister’s heart, you’re dead.”

“would never plan on it.” quinn, trevor and i continue to talk for a bit before he has to go for his morning skate.

“should we call j?” trevor nods and i click on jack’s contact, facetiming him.

“hey sis, what’s up?”

“there’s uh, someone i want you to meet.” he gasps

“you have a boyfriend?” he gets excited and i look up at trevor and smile, nodding.

“cmon, who’s got my little sister cheesing?” i point the camera at trevor and jack gasps.

“i fucking knew it! i knew it!”

“how does everyone know?” trevor asks and jack and i laugh

“you both made it very obvious.” jack says “anyways, glad to know you’re both finally together. now i have to go. bye you two, don’t do anything gross!” he then hangs up and i set my phone on my nightstand, cuddling into trevor even more.

“the others can find out later. you’re warm and i don’t wanna move.” he laughs and i fall back asleep in record time.

it’s funny how a broken nose can bring together two people.

tags: @goldenbrokenheart @liquidflyer @woodruff-edwards @hockeyboysarehot @ajbird2010 @hughesx3 @hannahh01938 @theywantedplayer @k1ttyt3ar @jackhughesily @fratboyzegras @marauderzkinnie @babydollmarauders

a/n: part 2 is finally here (:

[panjakes]

Can I request a jake x hybrid reader where the reader is a bunny hybrid and the rest of enhypen comes over after not hanging with jake for a while, also jake gets jealous

"When's the last time we hung out?" Heesung asks with a groan. He missed hanging out with his friends

"Two months ago" Niki says shrugging

"It has not been that long" Jake says

'"We went go cart racing…two months ago"sunghoon

says

"It has been a while…we can hang at my place. I bought more Nintendo switch controller”Jake says

"I have nothing else to do" jungwon says

'Yeah I'm down" jay says

"Let's get snacks first" Sunwoo says

"I have to stop by the market anyway” Jake says

Mean while.

Yn sat on the bed brushing her hair waiting for Jake to come home. Her days were boring when he went to school and work.She looks over at the iPad Jake had bought her looking at the time. He was usually home by now.

Where was he?

Before she could even start worrying, she could hear jakes keys and the locks turn. She waits to hear the door open before jumping off the bed. Just as she hears him take his shoes off she runs to the door with. hears him take his shoes off she runs to the door with Layla right behind her. Both of them jumping on him

“Jake!" Yn shouts happily

"Hey princess what you do all day?" Jake asks wrapping his free arm around Yn's waist so he doesn't drop her

"I played mortal Kombat and took Layla for a walk" Yn says proudly

"That's nice I got you a treat!" Jake says making the girl smile, tail twitching in excitement

Jake puts her down on the couch completely forgetting about the company he invited over

"What is it!?" Yn asks excitedly

"You have to guess" Jake says smirking

"Jake no! You know I hate guessing"Yn says groaning

"Okay fine. I got you donuts!" Jake says pulling out

a bag of glazed donuts from his bookbag.Yn snatches them instantly opening them popping some in her mouth

"Thank you Jake!" Yn says smiling

"'Your welcome princess, don't eat them all or you'll

get a stomach ache like last time" Jake says making the curly haired girl cringe at the memory

"He has a bunny?!" Niki whispers getting Yn's attention

She peaks around Jake seeing the group of boys standing at the door. One seemed to be familiar with layla.

"Jake. Who are they?" Yn asks pointing behind him

"Oh I forgot! These are my friends" Jake says

"How do you forget when we're standing right here?"Sunwoo asks

"I get pretty distracted when Yn's around” Jake says smiling placing a hand on her head making her smile

"Hi”Yn says with a wave

"Oh my gosh! She's so cute!" Heeseung says

"Are these the friends you were telling me about?" Yn asks

"Yes! This is Heeseung, jay, sunghoon, Jungwon,Niki, and Sunoo" Jake says pointing to each person

Yn mumbles their names before pointing them out

"Okay!” She says walking off talking Layla and he day of donuts with her.

“Oh…kay” jay says scratching his head

“That’s my Yn” Jake says laughing

The guys follow right behind her going to the living room where the Nintendo switch was hooked up to the tv.

“How long have you been playing Yn?” Jake asks

“Uhh an hour” she says shrugging

“Wanna get bussed in Mario cart?” Jake asks with a smirk

“Boy please! I win everytime! I believe it’s 1 to 15?” Yn says smirking

“Give me a controller now!” Jake says

The boys watched as the two bonded. It was like it came so naturally for them. Yn seemed so comfortable around Jake.

“Oh yeah! I bussed your ass again!” Yn jumps up

“Yn! Language!” Jake says standing up from the floor

“Oops. Sorry” she says giggling making the rest of the guys follow suit.

“Who wants to lose next?” Yn asks turning to the boys

“Me! Im a Mario cart pro” Niki says taking jakes spot

“Come on sunghoon help me in the kitchen” Jake says making the man smack his lips

“I just knew you were going to ask me” he mumbles before standing up from his seat to following Jake to the kitchen

“So what does she eat, like carrots?” Sunghoon asks

“Don’t stereotype hybrids…Yn actually doesn’t like carrots” Jake says peeling a orange

“So what does she eat then?” Sunghoon asks pouting chips into a bowl

“She’s a vegetarian. Usually I make her a rice bowl with veggies and stuff. Having Yn around has changed my diet” he says putting the oranges into a bowl with the other fruit

“Ah that’s cool. When did she start living here?” He asks

“Uhhh about two months ago. she was originally with my sister but since she’s in med school she couldn’t really take care of her, so she started living with me” Jake says shrugging

“That’s cool, you two seem close” Sunghoon says collecting cups from the cabinets

“Yeah. I love Yn” Jake says smiling

Sunghoon smirks over at Jake

“Oh so you LOVE her” he says causing jake to Ouse with a blush on his face

“I-I Uh” he says making Sunghoon laugh

“It’s okay jake. She seems like a pretty nice girl. I totally see you two together” he says patting jakes back

“Yeah, that would be nice, but I doubt Yn even has those types of interest” jake says picking the bowl up heading to the living room

Jake paused at the door way as he seen Yn and Heeseung play fighting. He knew she could be pretty playful at times but the pang in his chest didn’t.

“Yn I got you a bowl of fruit” he says

Yn stops playing with Heeseung running over to him grabbing the bowl before saying thank you and going back over to Heeseung offering him some of the fruit

Jake couldn’t help the glare he threw towards Heeseung. Sunghoon smirks at Jake who sat across from the two.

“If you don’t mind me asking, where are your parents?” Jake heard Heeseung ask

“They’re traveling marine biologist. So I’m pretty sure they’re like somewhere over seas.” Yn says

“Aww that’s cool! If you don’t mind can I know more about them?” Heeseung asks making Jake a little bit upset

You never told him about your parents, granted he never asked and it was never brought up but he thought you were close like that.

“Uh yeah! My dad is a hybrid and my mom is human. They met in collage and got married after they graduated. Soon they had me. They didn’t decide to travel until I graduated middle school. They’re close friends with jakes family and his older sister agreed to take care of me” Yn says shrugging

“Aww it must be cool to have marine biologist as parents” Heeseung says

“Yeah we had good times, just wish we can have more” Yn says with a pout

“It’s okay Yn, they seem like they really care about you” Heeseung says patting her back

“Thanks” Yn says with a small smile before hugging Heeseung

Yn pulled away feeling jakes eyes burning on her skin

Jake gets up storming to the kitchen. Yn noticed and followed him.

“Jake?what’s wrong?” Yn asks grabbing his hand

He snatches his hand back with an eye roll

“Nothings wrong. Go back and play with Heeseung” he says with a scoff

He watches as Yn seemed to shrink in size as her ears dropped in sadness

“W-why are you being mean?” She asks

Jake turns around before sighing

“I’m sorry Yn I just, I don’t like you being so close to Heeseung. I just wish…it was me” jake says. Yn could feel her cheeks getting hot.

“Y-you like me?” She asks making Jake nod.

She places her hands in her Afro before smiling at Jake.

“Why are you smiling?” He asks.”

Yn laughs before wrapping her arms around him confusing him more.

“I like you too jake” she says making him smile. He wraps his arms around Yn . Placing a hand on top of her of her head placing a kiss on her forehead

“I need to trim your ears. Your hair is growing everywhere” jake says smiling

”I don’t want to sit through a trim” Yn says

“It has to be done” jake says smiling

“So am I like…your girlfriend now?” Yn asks

“I didn’t ask did I? Im sorry. You can be my girlfriend only if you want to be” he says making Yn giggle

“Well I do want to be your girlfriend” Yn says putting her face into his chest

Jake rests his head onto of her head. The scent of coco butter and oil sheen filling is nose

“Come on, the guys are waiting for us” jake says

“Okay!” Yn says following Jake to the living room

“Awwww they’re a couple now!!” Sunghoon says

“Oh be quiet, or I’ll have Yn beat you in Mario cart” jake says sitting on the couch

“Yeahh whatever but you have Heeseung to thank” Sunghoon says smirking

“Why me?” Heeseung mumbles putting chips into his mouth

“Cause you made Jake jealous” Sunghoon says

“Really?” Heeseung asks

“Really!” Sunghoon says

“I was just trying to get to know Yn, I know she’ll be around for a while” Heeseung says

“Jealous or not, I have the girl I want” jake says throwing an arm around Yn

Yn throws a hand over his face to hide her hot cubby cheeks

“Either way they’re a couple now Yn come here and beat Jungwon in Mario cart” Niki says

“Okay!” Yn says jumping up from the couch grabbing the controller

All Jake could do was sit back in admiration.

[emmy-dekarios-bg3]

Heart of the Weave ~ chapter 51

“My love? It’s bright and early, we need to hit the road.” Gale’s voice is soft in my ear as he gently shakes me, trying to wake me up. I stretch my body and open my eyes, my vision blurred as I struggle to get out of this comfortable bed. “Karlach and Wyll are downstairs. I’m about to get the baby up and fed.” I lift my body up, observing my surroundings as I try to accept it’s already morning. The sun is only starting to rise.

“Oof… Hi, good morning. That felt like the shortest sleep of my life.” I get up and put on my most comfortable clothes – a baggy white cloth shirt that touches my knees, some brown pants, and my brown sneakers – and head to the bathroom to brush my hair. As I stare at myself in the mirror, I realize that I definitely look like I need a few cups of coffee. I head back into Jenevelle’s room and begin packing her diaper bag, which I forgot to do last night.

“How many diapers should I pack? I don’t even know how long we’ll be gone,” I mutter sleepily as Gale sits in the rocking chair, feeding Jenevelle. “At least two bags worth?” He chuckles as he watches me, admiring my sleepy demeanor.

“I wouldn’t worry too much about that, my dear. We can buy more when we get to Baldur’s Gate. I just got her changed and fed, so I’m about ready to go. There are muffins baked downstairs for all of us to eat, and of course the bagels you prepared for us yesterday.” I stand here just staring at my darling husband, truly in awe he got so much done so early.

“You…are truly amazing and I do not deserve you.” He smiles at me wholeheartedly as I finish packing Jenevelle’s bag, then I turn to head downstairs, but he stops me in the process with his voice.

“Wait. I just wanted to let you know, I love you. You deserve the world. Please don’t ever think otherwise.” I look down, my cheeks flushing from his words, then continue making my way downstairs to hang out with Karlach and Wyll so I’m not leaving them there too long. Gale follows me downstairs, our sleepy baby curled up in his right arm.

“Good morning, Emmy. Ya sleepy goose. Are you ready for a morning filled with adventure and minimal chaos?! I hope?!” Karlach cheers, her energy giving me the buzz I need to keep going, even just a little bit. I need whatever she’s having. “I am trying desperately not to get my hopes up, but it’s a little hard. I haven’t thought about how I’ll feel if it does happen.” I smile as my friends greet me with enthusiasm and bright smiles on this perfect morning.

“I’m looking forward to a long adventure and what lies ahead for all of us. Our packs are full and ready!” I get the food baskets out from the cooler, and place them at the bottom of the stroller with our packs of clothes. “And remember, no matter what happens, I will make sure we find a way to make your dreams come true.” Gale chuckles and kisses the side of my head as he places the baby in the bassinet stroller. Karlach and Wyll’s faces light up, yet I can tell Karlach wants to say something about the situation. “What’s the matter?”

“Emmy, please do not feel like you need to go through all of this to help us. I promise, it wouldn’t be the end of the world if we don’t have a child. If this doesn’t work, I don’t want you to feel like you need to do more to help us.” I approach her and place my hands on her shoulders, a sleepy yet confident smile on my bare face as I stare into her vibrant orange eyes. She smiles back at me, nodding as she prepares for what I’m about to say.

“Karlach Ravengard, you are my best friend. I want to help.” She wraps me in an embrace, holding me close as the room around us stays silent, though I can tell the silence was filled with warm, lingering love from each other and our spouses. While it was quiet, it was also loud.

The outside air is refreshing, and smells of sweet lilacs and crisp autumn air. The leaves on the Waterdeep trees are a bright crimson and various shades of brown, immediately catching my attention – it’s my favorite season after all. The streets are empty, but it makes sense for being so early in the morning; the coffee shop seems to be the only occupied area. We stop by and all grab a cup for our journey ahead. Nothing like the fresh, natural scent of freshly brewed hot coffee to fulfill my senses. Jenevelle fell asleep almost immediately after we placed her in the stroller, and I admired her sleeping face as we make our way amongst the trails.

“Our sleepy baby,” Gale murmurs, smiling at her as we follow Karlach and Wyll.

“Say, when we get back to Baldur’s Gate, if you two wanted a date…” Karlach suggests, her tone implying she wants to babysit Jenevelle again. “Wyll and I can watch her while you two go out and have a nice dinner. That way you can have some alone time.”

“And possibly help with the baby fever,” Wyll adds, chuckling. “I speak for myself too.” I feel an overwhelming sense of joy and comfort knowing Jenevelle always has someone around that loves her. Then a tiny pinch of sadness comes in, hitting me with the realization that Karlach and Wyll won’t always be around, unless somehow they become immortal. Though, chances of that are extremely slim.

“Well, I don’t see why not. We always love having a night out,” Gale responds, placing his hand on top of my right one that’s pushing the stroller. “What do you say, my love?”

“You know I won’t say no. How could I not?”

After a few hours, we set up our little area to stop and eat, change Jenevelle, and use the bathroom. We tried to eat as quickly as possible so we could get back on the road and hopefully make it to Baldur’s Gate by morning. All I have to say is that I’m glad we don’t have to deal with the horrors we encountered in the past, between facing death from horrid creatures and occasionally struggling to find food because we had no idea where we were. With the Absolute gone, traveling has been peaceful and we don’t have to worry as much anymore.

After several more hours of walking, we find ourselves close to Moonrise Towers again, and I feel extremely uneasy. Between seeing so many tieflings' lives lost, and then having to kill Gortash a second time but this time after finding out he was my father… I will never feel comfortable in this area, especially after recent events. I turn around to look at the tower where I had slain my father for the last time, noticing his body is no longer there. What happened to it, I wonder? Not even a trace of him lies there. My eyes widen as I feel more discomfort wash through my body like a tidal wave.

“Honey? Are you alright?” Gale must notice a look of terror on my face as we set up camp. Karlach and Wyll look at one another, then back at me; but then it hits them. “Oh, my love. I’m sorry.”

“No, no. It’s alright. Just so many bad memories here. I’m alright though.” I pick up Jenevelle and sit down on the large log by the fireplace, feeding her as Gale cooks tonight’s dinner above the campfire. Karlach sits down next to me and wraps her arm around my shoulders.

“Hey. I know this place brings bad memories, but just think: we saved so many lives. Prevented so many from being lost. And, hey! We’re best friends traveling together again, and this time, enjoying every second of it. I love you, Em. It will be okay.” Karlach’s words bring a warm smile to my face and, when glancing over at Gale, I notice him smiling too.

[yuncheoligans]

~Beautiful Stranger~

Pairing: Yunho x Reader. (The guys are involved at some point too but not romantically.) NonIdol! AU

Description: A lonely perpetually single grad student working at a museum is approached by a handsome man, he looks expensive. Maybe this is your chance to get swept off your feet. Maybe he wants something else.

Warnings: I don't censor myself so I don't censor the characters, so Language warning. Let me know if I missed anything.

taglist: @legohwa, @hwaightme

~Masterlist~

~Series Masterlist~

a/n: Okay! I was originally going to make this a one-shot but I think I have too much storyline in my head to make it that way so Surprise! Series time! I'm really excited about this one so please let me know what you guys think, I'm having so much fun writing it already.

Also yes the Teaser is included at the beginning of the chapter, I added some stuff to it so I just put it in.

w/c: 4258

Chapter One: Handsome Stranger

The blaring sound of my morning alarm disturbs the dreams of a man sweeping me off my feet, his voice no longer sweet as honey but now Kick It by NCT 127. I guess I’m getting introduced to some New Thangs today  So it was going to be that kind of day, no school but long hours at work as a gallery attendant but also archivist in training, the latter being an unpaid internship…of course. Yeah, long day. I got up, finally silencing my alarm and pulling myself out of my full sized bed, the only luxury I could afford on my own, to drag myself down the hallway to our shared bathroom and brush my teeth. Let’s hope I’m awake enough to remember not to drink Orange Juice again as I look for breakfast. Now how long until I have to catch my train? And if I miss it how long until the bus? It’s not a terrible walk but I need to eat. Maybe I can get to Uni from here. Why does London have to be so confusing!

I’m not originally from the UK but my parents moved back and forth for a variety of things while I was growing up so it’s like a second home. I came here for my graduate program in Art History and made a few friends…moved in with them and now there’s 5 people in an apartment made for 3. We all go to University College London and live off campus in the cheapest place we could find. I was fortunate enough to get a job and internship at The National Gallery here. I’m lucky and I can pay rent but that’s about it, I’m by no means well off and trust me I could use a few extra of any sort of money. 

“You’re up early y/n” William, my flatmate’s boyfriend said passing by the open door.

“Work.” was all I mumbled as I head back to my room to pick out my outfit for the day. I stayed up writing this stupid research paper all night and what do I have to show for it…the not so designer bags under my eyes. Most days are filled with a plethora of alarms going off around the same time, lucky for my flatmates, I’m the only one with work today I guess. Alright, which combination of suit pants, blouse, and jacket am I going to wear today…All Black? All Black. I finished setting everything out before heading downstairs to eat just in case I got something on my shirt again. Last time I decided to make this beautiful breakfast sandwich with a runny egg and it broke onto the bright pink blouse I had picked for the day on the tube going to work, my boss was not happy about the spill. Did I cry, yeah…hey the saying is crying over spilt milk not spilt eggs.

“Oh hi y/n!” my other flatmate's girlfriend Emma cheerily said. “I’m just making Becks some breakfast do you want any?”

“Sure Ems…thanks.” I nodded. If I didn’t have to cook I wasn’t going to complain. Oh that’s the other thing you should know, I’m the only one single in this apartment anymore…or flat. Whatever you want to call it. 

The two sleeping while their partners roam around are my best friends for 2 years, Becka (Rebecca) and Liz (Elizabeth), I only use their full names when I’m angry at them, there have been plenty of arguments in the small confinement of our apartment. There’s 2 bedrooms upstairs, one above the living room, one above the downstairs bedroom, the bathroom is in between the two and just up the set of stairs. Downstairs is the living room, and subsequent dining area. Kitchen is just through to the back and off to the right is bedroom number 3. Yes we all share one bathroom, no it’s not as fun as it sounds. I live in the room at the front of the place above the living room. I was going to take the downstairs room because I came home late and didn’t want to wake anyone until Liz and Will got together, when they started dating they went at it like rabbits. Becka offered to switch with me since she was barely home to begin with, she and Emma had just started dating so she was with her a lot, at school doing lengthy research papers, or at her internship at the hospital. Her internship slowed down so she had a lot of time to be home and spend time with the love of her life. They’re cute don’t get me wrong…just unfortunate to be the only one single here. 

“Thanks again Ems.” I said cleaning the plate I used as I got up to finally get dressed. “It was really good, Becka is lucky to have you.”

“I certainly am.” said woman came into the room perking up at her partner. “Thank you again love.”

“I’ll be going before that breakfast makes a fast journey back up.” I laughed receiving a towel to the face. I put on the outfit I had picked out, touched up my hair so I didn’t look like I was coming out of bed, and set off for the day. Thankfully I didn’t miss my train so it was only 45 minutes to get to work. I know that sounds like a lot but it’s not so bad when you’re used to it. I get to listen to music and relax a little more before starting a long long day.

The opening of a museum is never exciting, there’s probably 10 maybe 15 guests in the first 3 hours of opening, not much to do, luckily the museum lets me work on my internship first on these long days so I’m not bored out of my mind by the time I’m done. I usually clock in around lunch time finally and sit or stand around for the rest of the day depending on what they want me to do that day. 

“Y/n” you’re going to be in Room 43 today.” my boss Henry looked at me.

“Well at least I get to look at some of my favorites today.” I sighed, knowing I was going to be on my feet for the rest of the day was not something to invoke joy. Room 43 on Level 2 had our Van Gogh, Gauguin, and Seurat paintings, most notably Sunflowers by Van Gogh, Van Gogh’s Chair, and Motherhood by Picasso. One of my favorites was-

“A Vase of Flowers, Paul Gauguin,” said the smoothest voice I’ve ever heard. Like butter melting on bread.

“Yes, one of my favorites in the room.” I smiled before turning towards the man. My breath hitched, there before me stood a man about 6 foot 1, dressed in a suit that looks like I don’t know how to pronounce the designers name, oxford shoes, no tie,his nose had a slight point to it, a jawline that looked like it was sculpted by Michelangelo, full eyebrows, his eyes soft and warm, finally his black hair. He was perfect, absolutely stunning, I wanted to look at him more than the art around me.

“Can you tell me about it?” he smiled.

“Oh, yes absolutely.” Anything to talk to him. “Painted by Gauguin in 1896, painted with Oil Paints-”

“Ah so it needs something breathable to not ruin the paints?” he smiled. “When transported for cleaning?”

“Yes, since oils are very hard to fix if damaged and excess moisture can ruin them like the whole water and oil thing... So um anyways, Paul Gauguin painted 'A Vase of Flowers' when he arrived in Tahiti for his second stay in 1895. The vase is bursting with exotic flowers including hibiscus, white and yellow frangipani and white tiare. The flowers look as though they are past their best as some blossoms have fallen onto the table. This suggests that Gauguin was not interested in the horticultural detail but instead the decorative shapes and interweaving of colors of the display.”

“Very interesting.” his smile grew. “Sorry one of my friends is very interested in this piece but I never knew what it was painted with.”

“Excuse me ma’am.” an older woman called my attention. “I had a question about this piece.”

“Oh, well I’m glad I could help sir. I’m y/n.” I shook his hand. “Please let me know if you have more questions.I’ll um..be over there” I nodded, giving him time to look at the painting. A handsome stranger interested in learning about one of my favorite pieces…he’s probably married. I’m going to be alone forever.

“Thank you beautiful.” he flashed a smile my way. 

The beautiful stranger hung around for quite some time staring at the piece, he even had a notebook where he wrote some notes and made a sketch of the painting. No I wasn’t staring at him…okay maybe I totally was but it’s not everyday you see someone that attractive in here, he was practically an art piece himself. No I wasn’t fantasizing about him taking me away in some fancy car with the engine revving going way to fast down the street to a fancy restaurant where the prices aren’t even on the menu and he tells me not to worry about it and to order what I like, he’d probably call me something cheesy like baby, honey, sweetheart, dear, starlight, honey bun….darling…his. NO! Oh my god you can’t fantasize about that stuff he asked you a question. You really are deprived. 

Work was the same as ever after the man left, I was stuck making sure no one touched the art until the museum closed and then I got to go home after clocking out. Back to the happy couples…I put on my earbuds and walked to the station, after staring at someone all day I wasn’t really ready to be reminded I was single forever. Oh well, no choice…maybe I’ll stop and get food and just head up to my room so they won’t notice.

“Hey y/n!” a voice yelled in the tunnel. “Aww hey do you have your earbuds in?” he tapped my shoulder.

“I have mace!” I whipped around feeling someone tap me. Oh. “Wooyoung! Don’t scare me that way!” I hit him gently and took my earbuds out.

“Heading home?” he asked.

“Yeah, I just got off work.”

“I was hoping you were going to say a date,” he sighed.

“Can’t find one. I stare at paintings from the 1800s all day.” I chuckled and nudged him. “Let me know if you find Degas or Van Gogh walking around, I’m pretty sure I know more about them than myself at this point.”

“I’ll be sure to point them your way.” he smiled. “Not even one of your coworkers huh?”

“I went out for drinks a while ago with David but he was so boring, no spice you know. Plus he’s one of those water is too spicy guys.”

“Oh yeah, ew.”

“I don’t know, maybe I’m just always going to be single. I just want someone…who’s a little interesting you know?”

His eyes lit up, he had heard that sentence a few days ago from someone else, he knew what to do.

“Well maybe I have this friend?” he started.

“Oh god not matchmaker Woo again.” I rolled my eyes as we got on the train.

“Hey look I really thought you two would hit it off.”

“Woo he just wanted to make his ex jealous…and I ended up with a ruined dress and a large bill.”

“I apologized and paid you back for his meal. I’m sorry!”

“I know you did.”

“Okay but seriously, this guy is one of my best friends, he’s got some money, he’s actually single single, like hasn’t had a partner in years single, he likes art, he’s tall, he’s not a scumbag, and he’s interesting. I promise you’ll like him.” he pleaded.

“Woo I just-”

“Pleaseeee just one date and then if you don’t like him you can tell me to fuck off whenever you want, please please please!”

“Okay okay fine…one date. Just…one ok?” I sighed. I trust Wooyoung. I do. He's a good friend, great even…his matchmaking skills are just…hit or miss.

“You won’t regret it, and be sure to thank me at the wedding!” he got up at his stop.

“Woo there won’t-!” the doors closed… “be a wedding.” I groaned. Just what have I gotten myself into.

“Hey sour puss what’s with the face?” Liz asked as I came in.

“Ran into Wooyoung on the train.”

“Oh how’s he doing? Also what did he do, you’re not in a bad mood every time you see him” she smiled. “Will is in the bathroom.” I motioned to head up and stopped at her words

“He begged me to go on a blind date with someone he knows.”

“Oh god because that worked out so well last time.” she smiled.

“What did?” Becka came into the room.

“Woo set y/n up on a blind date…again.” Liz smiled.

“Oh god, you have my number I will come get you.” Becka chuckled.

“He promised it wouldn’t be as bad this time but I don’t know I’m still worried.” I rubbed my arm. “He did apologize for last time but still…that was so bad.”

“Do you know anything about this one?” Liz asked.

“Apparently he’s tall, very single, likes art, and has money?” I said remembering what Wooyoung told me on the train.

“Ooo tall handsome rich single man?” They both chuckled. “How does Wooyoung know someone like that?”

“Beats me honestly, but I said I would try…even though I regret it already.”

“And when is said date?” Becka asked.

“Dunno….he’ll probably text me about it later.” I sighed. “I mean I guess it couldn’t be too bad to try.”

“It’s probably worse to trust Woo than to go on the date.” Liz smiled and Will came down.

“Who’s got a date?” he asked.

“y/n” Liz said and made room on the couch for her boyfriend.

“Oh y/n has a date?” Emma sat next to Becka.

“I’m off to bed, it looks like a date night.” I waved. 

No need to be reminded I’m still…very much single.

~~~~~~~~~

“Hyung Hyung Hyungie Hyung-ah Hyunghyunghyung” Wooyoung began annoying the older man at his desk.

“Yes Wooyoung?” Yunho looked up from his computer, blueprints and notes scattered around the desk. “Do you need another reference photo or something?”

“No no that’s fine, it’s all coming together.” Wooyoung brushed the man off. “I found you the perfect date!”

“Woo we’ve talked about this, I don’t date.” he sighed.

“No no listen really, she's perfect for you, she’s single and lives with two other couples so she’s practically begging to get out, she doesn’t ask a lot of questions, she knows a bunch about art and everything.”

“Wouldn’t that make it easier for us to get caught Wooyoung? She could tell fakes from the real ones?”

“Nah her eyesight is too bad for that unless she’s up close and personal. She could help us out with transporting them properly, you know, how to keep them undamaged. Plus she’s really pretty, you’d like her…oh and she’s funny, sarcastic, looks good on your arm at a party.”

“Why don’t you date her then?”

“Oh hyung don’t be silly, you’re the one getting old, you need to settle down, don’t you want to spend time with someone, you know spend some of that money on them, have someone besides us…help relieve some stress?”

“We’re the same age Wooyoung.” he closed his laptop.

“Oh no, my birthday is in November, yours just passed.”

The room got quiet.

“You’re not letting this go until I say yes are you?”

“Oh come on just one date! You’ll like her, I bet you’ll even get married come on! Please please please please please please please please please please please please pleasepleasepleaseplease-”

“Okay!!...Okay fine, just one date, and we’re not-” Wooyoung left. “Getting married…”

Yunho couldn’t help but think of the beautiful stranger he met at the museum earlier, he caught her staring a few times but couldn’t bring himself to say more in case she got suspicious, but man did he want to, her smile was infectious, her clothing choices mimicked his own, she knew about the art he wanted…but he’s a criminal, no one would ever want to be with a criminal, it’s not that he can’t do the time he just wouldn’t want to drag someone else into it, although he certainly wouldn’t mind coming out to that beautiful face…if he ever got caught that is, he has no plans on making that a reality. 

“One date.” he sighed to himself.

~~~~~~~~~~

I smoothed over the dress I chose for tonight, Wooyoung couldn’t wait to text me and tell me his friend said yes. Why did I bother saying yes this is…no let’s..let’s be hopeful, maybe he’ll be nice, and funny, and hopefully a little good-looking….please Wooyoung…don’t do this to me.

“You look gorgeous y/n!” Emma and Liz squealed, their partners on the couch. 

“We definitely won’t be seeing you tonight.” Becka chuckled.

“Oh please I’m definitely not going to sleep with this guy, it’s the first date and it’s a Wooyoung blind date.” I rolled my eyes.

“I mean if he’s lucky we won’t see you tonight.” Liz laughed. “He’ll certainly only have his eyes on you this time.”

“One can hope” I groaned. “I better go, I don't want to show up late.” I grabbed my purse and a long black coat to keep warm. Of course there’s a hole in the pocket…I really need to get this fixed. 

“It’s going to be warm out, just forget the coat and get it fixed later.” Liz called out. “Go go! You’ll be late.”

It feels weird to walk around the city in just a dress and heels, I feel a little exposed but it’s not any different from the other people I’ve seen I guess…I made my way to the station to go to the restaurant Wooyoung had picked out, he told me to dress fancy so I got the fanciest dress I could. Black and white, a little lace, elegant but not over the top, stops at the knee, a cute little black heel and my hair pulled up into one of those fancy buns. Hopefully I remembered my glasses this time in my bag.

When Jung Wooyoung says fancy restaurant he wasn’t kidding, I’m pretty sure an appetizer here costs my entire rent, there’s not even prices on the menu how am I supposed to afford-

“Miss y/n?” A voice called. Sounds….familiar?

“Yes?” I turned around and it was the guy from the museum. “Oh hello.” I blushed

“It’s nice to see you again, are you waiting for someone?”

“My um..my friend set me up on this..silly blind date.” I chuckled lightly.

“How funny me too.” he smiled. “I wouldn’t be rude to assume you know a Jung, Wooyoung?”

“That would be the one.” I nodded gently.

“Well how funny would it be if I told you the very person sent me here on a silly blind date as well?”

“Well I suppose that would be…quite nice actually.” I sighed. “Last time I let him talk me into this…it didn’t go well.”

“Ah I know the feeling. She went after her ex after spending 30 minutes with me.” he chuckled.

“Ironic, mine used me to get back with his ex.”

“Now isn’t that just something.” he offered his hand to me. “Shall we go in?”

“How gentlemanly.” I let out a chuckle.

“Oh I’m Yunho by the way, Jeong Yunho.” 

“Oh a James Bond type I see. Last name first.” I chuckled. “Y/n L/n. Sorry I went the other way.”

“Oh god!” they both thought. “It’s you from the museum! What should I do?...stay calm, it’s just a date.”

I never thought I’d thank Wooyoung for setting me up on a date but, I might after this one…he’s so…he’s almost too perfect to be true, he’s interested in what I do, he’s charming, funny, he’s handsome…I..I almost feel like I’m dreaming. I’m pinching myself and not waking up so this has to be real, please be real. If this is a prank Wooyoung I’m never speaking to you again. 

“I should warn you beautiful, I’m quite dangerous.” he chuckled

“Oh are you now? Maybe I should’ve brought a bat.”

Time felt forgotten, it passed by so fast but so slow. Before we knew it the restaurant was closing and asking us to leave.

“Oh don’t worry about the bill.” he waved his hand at me reaching for my wallet. “It’s on me tonight.”

“I couldn’t possibly let you-”

“I insist beautiful.” he smiled and handed the waiter his card….A Black Credit Card!??!?! Oh my god.

“Next time is on me.” I said my cheeks were heating up. “A-As long as it’s pizza.” I joked…not really.

“Pizza sounds perfect if you’re there.” he winked. Oh man he is dangerous. “Can I walk you home? Or perhaps drive you?” he beeped his car…his very expensive silver car. A Rolls Royce?

“Oh my god.” I whispered. “What do you do?” I laughed.

“Oh I just inherited a lot of money from my uncle.”

“Oh sure, do you sell organs on the black market?” I nudged him gently.

“Oh no way, blood freaks me out.” he laughed. “I invest.”

“Sure.” I smiled and got in the car.

“Where to?” he asked.

“Oh right.” I gave him my address and we were off. It was bittersweet driving with him, I really didn’t want it to end yet. If this was going to be my only date with Yunho then…I just wanted to feel special for a little while longer. “Um, would you mind if we made a short stop first? It’s just…a really nice night out and I don’t want to…with my roommates and all.”

“Sure, I wouldn’t mind staying out myself.” he smiled.

“There’s a park just up ahead.” I said bashfully. “We could just…walk around?”

“I like that idea.” he pulled over to the park and before I could even think about opening my door he had sprinted around the car to open it.

“Ever the gentleman.” I stepped out and he offered his arm.

We walked around the park for a little just continuing our conversations from earlier, he shared about his childhood days, some of the stuff he and his brother used to do, his friends and how he met Wooyoung. It was all great until a breeze swept through.

“Here.” he shrugged off his coat and pulled it around me. “Better?” he smiled and his touch on me lingered slightly.

“Better.” I whispered and looked at him. “Thank you.”

“Sure.” he cleared his throat and pulled back slightly. 

It was close to 11pm when we finally decided we had been out long enough, I would hopefully not get hazed about the date and he would hopefully be able to go back to whatever he wanted. Even if it was just one date, it felt like a million and it just felt wonderful.

“Oh your coat.” I started taking it off as we pulled up to my little flat.

“Just give it to me next time Beautiful.” he smiled and put his hand up to stop me.

“Are you sure?”

He nodded.

I leaned over the center console and kissed his cheek leaving a slight pink imprint there.

“Goodnight Yunho, thank you for the…probably most perfect night of my life listening to me talk about work.” I smiled and got out of the car. I’ll miss him.

“Goodnight Beautiful.” he smiled more to himself as he drove off when she walked in her front door.

Did I receive the interrogation of a lifetime? Yes absolutely.

Could I stop smiling? No..Not at all. He listened to me ramble about work and school and how overwhelming it is, he listened to me talk about different paints and how to preserve them and take care of them like it was the most interesting thing he ever heard. I almost hate him for how perfect he is.

“Jung Wooyoung, I'm going to kill you.” I said as he picked up the phone.

“What?! Why!? What happened!?” he sat up on the other line.

“How could you literally give me that after all the shit dates you’ve set me up on!”

“Was it bad? You guys have been out for hours!”

“No! It was amazing! I can’t believe you!” I groaned and flopped onto my bed. “He was…kind and sweet and charming and caring and…everything and I hate you for it.”

“...BECAUSE I WAS RIGHT???”

“BECAUSE YOU WERE RIGHT!” I sat up. “Why did you have to be right!?”

“Because I’m amazing, excuse you. You liked him.”

“Yes.”

“You liked him a lot?”

“Wooyoung I literally would drop everything right now to just listen to his laugh.” I sighed. “It's pathetic.”

“I’ll let you know what he says, I just heard the front door.”

“No Wooyoung please, it's fine. I’ll see you in class tomorrow.” I sighed. “I’ll have to give you his coat too.”

“He gave you his coat? Oh my god. See marriage.”

“Goodnight Woo.”

“I’m the matchmaker god after all.”

“Goodnight! Woo.” I hung up. I hate this.

I hate men.

`Next

[bihanspookies]

How Do You Lose A Rat!?

In which Alora is sent away on a mission to Outworld and has to leave her beloved pet in the hands of Alex Demir. All is well at first until it’s not.

Alex: @chadillacboseman

Kate: @thesingularityseries

“—only eats the trees of broccoli, not the stems. He hates those. He also needs at least three hours of out time, you can leave him in my room if you want but just check in on him. Or you can have him in the greenhouse but he cannot be left unsupervised, he will eat whatever he can get his grubby paws on. Also—“

Alora was preparing to go on a mission to Outworld that would take a week, the longest she had ever been away from her precious Michi. Usually she’d leave the cage open in her room and let him scurry about, the little rodent trained to know where his home and food were, but since this was longer than the usual 2-3 days she needed to entrust her sweet pet into someone’s hands.

Someone being that trigger happy Alex Demir.

She had written down a list of do’s and don’ts for him, fruits and veggies that were safe/okay in moderation, as well as even taking the ‘extra step’ to mark where everything was in her room for an easier find: Michi’s mulch, food, toys to switch out etc. She was paranoid and stressed to say the least but she was doing a good job of hiding it.

“Don’t forget you have to let him run into your hand if you want to pick him up and if you do pick him up yourself let him know you’re about to because he will bite if he’s startled.”

She was repeating everything that was on the list, the list that she made Alex go over at least 10 times in front of her a few days ago.

“Bananas are 50/50 with him so it’s up to your discretion if you want to feed him those. Sometimes his stomach can handle them, sometimes he’ll like jettison mierda como un bebe.”

Her toned arms were folded over her chest, blue grey eyes sparkling with the love she has for Michi while her voice stayed monotone.

“If he hasn't moved from a certain spot in 30 minutes, he’s just relaxing because he zoomed too much and— Alex are you listening to me?”

Her voice abruptly turns sharp, eyebrows knitting together and her arms dropping from their position. She looks right into his eyes and gives a small wave of her hand.

“Alex.”

“Yes, savaşçı. I’m listening. I promise.” He gives her that smile, the one that somehow manages to calm her nerves just a sliver.

Alora runs her tongue over her teeth, giving a light suck before breaking eye contact and looking away. She glances over at Michi’s cage, the plump white rat happily chewing on some strawberry while in his little bed. Alex notices the faintest twitch on the corner of her lips, his own upturning when he sees just how much his friend really cares for that rat.

“He’ll be fine, Alora, I swear. You’ve seen how I am with C4!” The mention of his orange tabby had her shooting her gaze back to him, almost as if she was rethinking her choice on letting him babysit Michi.

She could trust Alex, sure. But his cat? She swears that tabby could smell Michi all the way from his room, plotting a plan to get him into his claws.

She lets out a heavy huff, her hand that was holding her go bag shaking as she twists her wrist back and forth. She looks at Alex, then Michi, then back at Alex.

He’d never seen her look so anxious before, her tells slowly becoming more apparent and clear to the Turkish man. It was an odd sight to say the least, the fighter usually calm and composed. He’d seen her take down three men all by herself for goodness sake so it was quite the turnaround to see her so… stressed.

She nods, inhaling deep through her nose before letting it out.

“Okay.”

It was easy in the beginning, Alex would wake up and take care of C4 before going to check on Michi. He’d change his food, let him out of his cage if he didn’t have anything to do later and play with him. He’d take him to the greenhouse in his cage and let the rat run around for a good bit before scooping him up and taking him back to Alora’s room where he’d usually rest for the remainder of the day.

Kate would sometimes stop by and play with Michi, scratching his tiny head and cooing softly at him. Michi took a liking to the half celestial sweetheart, happily accepting her affection and nuzzling into her warm palms.

Kabal once attempted to pet him on the head and received a swift bite on his fingertip, the speedster yanking his hand back and calling Michi a plague before stalking away to take care of his injury. Kate and Alex could hear him grumbling curses under his breath, suppressing their snickers as they turned their attention back to Michi.

It was the day Alora was returning, Alex having received a message from her that she’d be back in a few hours. Alex had let Michi loose in her room about an hour prior, heading towards there right now to check on him. The demolition expert opened her bedroom door, a smile bright on his face.

“Michi! Little sıçan! Your amca is here!”

Alex scanned her room, searching for the white rodent. He looked under Alora’s bed, in her closet, through her drawers (he closed his eyes when going through her undergarments and just felt with his hand) and in Michi’s cage.

Alex placed his hands on his hips, fingertips drumming in a rhythm as he nodded slowly to himself and hummed.

He heard footsteps approaching from behind and he turned around to see Kate standing there, hand pressed on the doorframe.

“Alex? What’s wrong?”

Alex puts his fist to his lips and clears his throat, looking at Kate with a strained smile.

“I lost Michi.”

———————

mierda como un bebe: shit like a baby

savaşçı: warrior/fighter

sıçan: rat

amca: uncle