#GUTS by bennie

[miniseokminnies]

lacy — kim hongjoong

𖦹 pairing: kim hongjoong x gn!reader 𖦹 theme: acquaintances to lovers 𖦹 word count: 2.8k 𖦹 warnings: toxic friendship, anxiety, reader cries, feelings of worthlessness, mentions of reader from previous fic "get him back! named Lacy

𖦹a/n: happy comeback atiny!

moodboard by @myhimbomingi

Dear angel Lacy, eyes white as daisies, did I ever tell you I'm not doing well?

NOVEMBER

The strong aroma of coffee filled your senses, making you scrunch your nose. As often as you did your school work in the coffee shop down the street from your apartment complex you should be used to the smell by now.  The music blasting through your headphones made you thankful to be rid of one of the many sensory experiences housed within the building, making the smell almost bearable. This distraction, along with your work splayed out in front of you, however, does prevent you from noticing the figure approaching your table. 

This figure swiftly picks up your mug and takes a whiff of its contents, quickly making his face twist into an expression not unlike yours from moments ago. You look up from your work to reprimand this weirdo, only to see Kim Hongjoong, a friend of a friend, lazily plopping into the chair across from you. Hongjoong was speaking animatedly and gesticulating wildly, his voice drowned out by the music pulsing in your ears. Removing your headphones, and looking at him quizzically you catch the end of his rant, 

“I mean for goodness sake, Y/N, this is a coffee shop! A good one at that! God damn hot cider…” he trailed off finally looking at you. 

“Hello to you too, Hongjoong,” you offered, rolling your eyes “What can I help you with?” you asked removing your other headphone. When you didn’t hear Hongjoong respond you looked up to be met with him looking at you confused, “I mean…what’s happening with Seonghwa and Lacy now?” 

“What?” Hongjoong looked around dramatically, “who said something was happening with them?” he asked, leaning towards you resting his chin in his hands. 

“Well…” you hesitated, “no one I guess, but when do we really ever talk otherwise?” A brief look of hurt broke across his features before his neutral expression returned. 

“What were you listening to before I interrupted you?” He changed the subject. A smirk broke out on his face, seeing your confused expression at his random outburst.  Even so, you handed him one of your earbuds and pressed play. He bobbed his head to the song before removing the earbud, “Interesting, you study here everyday?” You nodded, “see you tomorrow” he got up and left the shop. 

***

“You ready?” you heard a familiar voice ring out behind you in line. Turning around you took in the sight of Hongjoong, he was smiling widely at you, he had gotten a haircut and half of it was now bleached to be blonde, a stark difference from the natural black on the other side. He was bundled up in his coat and a scarf around his neck, indicating that he may have walked here, or he had intentions of walking at some point today. 

“Ready for..what?” you asked, moving forward in line to order your drink. Before Hongjoong had the chance to respond, he was interrupted by the barista at the counter, 

“What can I get you today?” she smiled at you. 

“A hot spiced cider and an americano” Hongjoong chirped from behind you, he pulled out his card and extended it forward toward the barista. You looked back at him, raising an eyebrow. All you got in return was a smile and a wink before he moved forward to handle the payment pad. The two of you moved toward the order pickup counter, 

“You didn’t have to do that,” you offered looking up at him.  

“I know,” he smiled, bumping your shoulder with his, “but we’re friends, and I wanted to” this is the first time you’ve heard him refer to the two of you as friends. The statement made you smile, along with a swooping feeling in your stomach. Once the drinks were ready he took both of them and handed the cider to you, “I still can’t believe you come to this nice of a coffee shop to order something other than coffee” he said, shaking his head, “but I digress, would you like to take a walk with me?” seeing your hesitation he added, “I promise you’ll have time to study afterwards” with this addition you agreed to his offer. 

The two of you exited the shop and he led you in a way he seemed to find familiar. The walk was shrouded in silence, but not one you found uncomfortable. You clutched onto your cup for warmth, as the November air was beginning to grow brisk as the month hurdled toward winter. Out of the corner of his eye he saw you pull your cup closer to you. 

After some walking you found yourself in a park, one you never knew about despite living here for several years. The park was small and the sole bench, you saw now, was obscured by the trees that were displaying gorgeous hues of orange and red. Hongjoong drifted closer to the bench and gestured for you to follow. As you moved closer to him and the bench he turned to you and began to unwrap his own scarf. 

“C’mere” he placed the scarf around your neck and wrapped it for you, “it’s cold today” he explained, as if that would make sense of his actions. His hands lingered once the scarf was wrapped warmly around your neck. Hongjoong desperately tried to keep eye contact with you, his eyes would drift to your lips if he wasn’t careful. He knew this moment was fragile and he had no intentions of ruining it. You broke him out of his trance by clearing your throat, “oh” he mumbled, removing his hands from the scarf and taking a seat on the bench. You followed his lead, still unsure what the intentions of this excursion were. 

Hongjoong let a thoughtful silence hang in the air, and you were not going to be the one to break it. You took a breath, letting the feeling of the chilly air bloom in your chest and the aroma of fallen leaves fill your senses. You felt serene for the first time in quite some time, even next to someone you only saw at parties you felt relaxed. Soon, it was Hongjoong’s turn to break you out of a trance, “Do you really think I don’t want to talk to you?” he muttered, he was staring straight ahead, fixed on some point in the tree line across from the two of you. 

“What?” you blurted, louder than you intended, louder than he had been. 

“You said in the coffee shop we only talk when Hwa and Lacy are being Hwa and Lacy” he chuckled, turning toward you, “do you really think that’s the only time we should talk?” he said, his deep brown eyes searching yours. The attention made you flush, your cheeks growing warm. 

“I don’t know” you shrugged, pulling the scarf closer to you, trying to hide how you were squirming under his gaze, “we know each other through Lacy, so…” you trailed off as the smell of the leaves was replaced by the smell of his cologne. 

“What’s the deal with you and Lacy anyway?” he switched his tactic, clearly not getting anywhere, “I mean you guys barely seem like friends” he added. 

“We used to be” you sighed, “and I’d like to be again…but since Seonghwa she’s been different. I hope they work their shit out, but I hope we can be friends like we used to be” you surprised yourself with your honesty. “and Hongjoong? If I’m being honest, I don’t really feel like myself around her either.” feeling the sting of tears threatening in the corners of your eyes you turned away from him. 

Hongjoong felt a bit of panic settle in his gut, he wasn’t intending for this to be the way the conversation went. He reached out and hesitated for a moment before placing his hand on your shoulder and turning you toward him. Your eyes were glassy with tears threatening to spill, the sight was enough to make Hongjoong’s heart clench, he really had no idea how much you were struggling with your friendship, and feeling alone. 

“You’re amazing,” he said, barely above a whisper, “you know that right?” the tears blurring your vision threatening to spill now did just that. A few streamed down your cheeks, the cold air hitting them. You hadn’t expected to cry, let alone to Hongjoong. However, you couldn’t remember the last time someone had complimented you like that. Going to university in a city several hours away from everyone you knew, aside from Lacy, was lonely. Especially now that your friend was distant, sure you saw her at parties and every so often after your classes, but she and her friends were older than you. You felt partially fooolish for letting her convince you to come to school here now that she had graduated. Just then you felt Hongjoong’s soft hands cup both of your cheeks and you honestly thought he was going to kiss you. 

Butterflies erupted in your stomach at the thought. However, he just used his thumbs to brush the tears off your cheeks. Oh. Why were you slightly disappointed? You’re barely friends. What you didn’t know is that he desperately wanted to connect his lips with yours but he didn’t want to take advantage of your emotional state. He settled for continuing to stroke your cheeks with his thumbs. “I really mean it, Y/N, I think you’re amazing” 

The two of you stayed at the park for the better part of an hour after that. Hongjoong told you that he likes to come here during his lunch break at work or on the weekends to just think. He seemed to have a lot of thoughts trapped in his head you learned. He was much more thoughtful than you imagined of him, you were accustomed to seeing him at least tipsy, or trying to get there. He decided that the two of you would not talk about Lacy or Seonghwa for the rest of the day, a fact he informed you of quickly after he released your face from his soft grasp. You eagerly agreed to this. Presently you shivered on the bench due to your cider being long gone and the breeze picking up. 

“Let’s go” Hongjoong said standing up and extending his hand to you, “you need to study and I have something to show you.” sparing him a questioning glance you took his hand expecting him to let it go once he helped you up off the bench. On the contrary, he interlaced your fingers and began to walk away from the park bench. You decided not to question something for once in your life and embraced the butterflies who took up residence in your stomach that day. 

Soon, after a short walk in comfortable silence and Hongjoong’s warm hand in yours, you were standing in front of the familiar house belonging to Seonghwa and Hongjoong. He slipped his hand out of yours and dug his keys out of his pocket. 

“You know who” he started, not wanting to fully break his promise of not talking about Seonghwa, “isn’t home, hasn’t been for a few days, probably with uh-“ he looked at you sheepishly ushering you inside. Nodding, you let him invite you in and you realized you’d never been at Hongjoong’s outside of a party situation, not to mention you’ve never been alone with him. 

He led you back through the kitchen, towards his bedroom, or where you assume his bedroom was. You had seen Lacy and Seonghwa disappear back this way a time or twenty. He passed a door and then opened another that sat at the end of the hallway. You took in the room, the purple LED lights lining the ceiling and the large computer sitting on the back wall, opposite the bed. “Make yourself comfortable, I have some stuff to work on too, so I won’t disturb your studies, okay?” he slipped off his coat and his shoes, now in a hoodie and jeans. You followed suit and draped his scarf over the back of his computer chair. 

The only place to sit in the room, besides the computer chair that Hongjoong was now occupying turning his computer on, was his bed. You were trying to stay calm and not think about how strangely intimate it felt to even be sitting here in the first place. You pulled your textbook out of your bag and got to work on taking notes on your assigned passages. 

You don’t know how long Hongjoong and yourself sat together working on your own tasks. Things started off fine, you studied contentedly in the low light of his bedroom, until you dared to sneak a look. Hongjoong, even though all you could see was the back of his head, looked totally in his element. He had some software you didn’t recognize pulled up on his computer screen, but judging by the bobbing of his head and the occasional humming it probably had something to do with music. 

A few hours went by with Hongjoong completely unaware of your distraction and your desperate attempts to focus. You barely got through one chapter of note taking when he swiveled around in his chair to face you. You quickly ducked your head down to look at your book, letters swimming around the page.  He moved his headphones down around his neck and stretched his arms over his head letting a small groan leave his lips. You looked up at the sound, hopefully being convincing that you didn’t know he had turned around. 

“C’mere” he held out his hand but didn’t move any closer to you, “got something to show you” 

“Oh?” you inquired, trying to stay calm while you hopped off the bed and crossed the room, taking his hand. He dragged you closer to his chair, and hesitated for a moment. He looked up at you, “can…can you sit with me?” butterflies erupted immediately at the question, “it’s easier that way, you don’t know the controls,” he explained quickly, you could’ve sworn embarrassment dripped from his tone. However, you allowed him to guide you down to sit in his chair with him. You were practically on his lap, his chest against your back. 

He took the headphones from around his neck and placed them over your ears. His arms then moved to the keyboard, brushing your sides on the way. He typed a few commands into the program and music began to flood your ears. Hongjoong so desperately wanted to wrap his arms around your middle while you listened but not wanting to push his luck more than he already had he kept his fingers on the keyboard. 

The song was good, great even, it had no words but you could feel the emotion in the music alone. You had no idea why he was playing this for you and why it was necessary for you to be in his lap, a blushing mess, for you to listen to it. However, for the second time today, and in your life, you chose not to question something that felt right. When the music faded from your ears you pushed one side of the headset to the side. 

“Did you make that?” you asked, craning your neck trying to look at him behind you. When your eyes laid on him you realized he looked just as flustered as you felt. 

“I-uh” he blushed, “I did.” he looked at you, “I hope you liked it” 

“Hongjoong,” you whispered, once again too scared to break the moment, “it was amazing” you dared to glance at his lips briefly. Everything happened so fast after that, one of his hands was back on your cheek, the other on the ear that the headset remained on, and his lips were on yours. Momentary shock settled in your stomach before even more butterflies grew in its place. Your eyelids sunk closed and you allowed yourself to enjoy this moment. 

Hongjoong’s hands moved to your waist and assisted you in readjusting the way you were sitting so you didn’t have to be twisted uncomfortably. You took his headphones off and attempted to place them nicely on the desk. You honestly had no idea if that’s what happened or not. As you slipped your arms around his neck he swiped his tongue against your bottom lip, requesting entrance that you gladly granted. 

Hongjoong tasted like coffee, weirdly in his mouth you didn’t mind the taste. Your senses were filled with him, and you tried to understand how you’d gone this long without. Soon, he broke away from you, both of you breathing heavily. His eyes were searching yours again, he didn’t know what he was looking for he just liked looking at you. 

“That song you were listening to yesterday?” he broke the silence. 

“Mhmm?” you hummed, confused why he was bringing it up right now. 

“It sucked” he breathed, “listen to mine from now on” 

[datura-tea]

that's the ring-a-ding move, baby!

[mbenguin]

Apparently we’re making GnB OCs nowadays? Anyways, I put another ginger under abhorrent circumstances.

[clickerflight]

Clove: Part 23 - Up a Creek

Benny comfort! Well, as much as I can feasibly give at the moment.

Masterlist - Part 22

Content: Vampire whumpee, fae whumper, abusive marriage, bruising and scratches, brainwashed whumpee, whumpee defending abuser, fae politics

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“Jokel is dead!”

The breakfast suddenly came to a halt, the fae falling silent as they looked to the messenger at the doorway. 

Hyrum used the distraction to press himself under Ephraim’s arm, hiding from the fae that had been trying to touch his hair and fur since breakfast began. He’d tried to do the exact thing earlier but the comments of being a rude Guest for hiding had forced him back out, flinching at every move from the strange people around him. 

Ephraim held Hyrum close as all of the fae turned their gaze on the Monarch, who seemed rather surprised by the news. 

“Dead? How?”

“There was dark magic in the wounds, you’re Majesty, and he was near to the ritual places. I suspect that the sorcerer may have done it.”

The Queen’s sharp gaze turned to Ephraim and Hyrum. “Do you know of this?”

Ephraim shook his head. He looked down at Hyrum who shook his head as well. “We were not there for it, your Highness,” Ephraim said, trying to keep the tremble out of his voice as Hyrum buried his face deeper into Ephraim’s shirt. 

The Queen pursed her lips before she broke out into a cruel grin, sharp teeth all on display. There were too many of them. No creature should have that many teeth. At least, no creature living on land. 

“Well, it seems we’ll be holding a funeral!” She announced to the table, eyes flitting over through the fae who all suddenly had expressions of jubilee and excitement. “I will have the list for our marching order this evening!” She announced, clapping her hands in glee. 

She shot a look at Benny, who hadn’t stopped looking at her through the entirety of breakfast, eyes cloudy and distant. 

“You will help me, my dear. And our dear father here will have to join the procession since he was the brave warrior who killed the sorcerer for us! Oh yes, this will be fun, won’t it?”

“Of course,” Benny said almost breathlessly, seemingly overcome by her excitement. 

Ephraim bit the inside of his mouth carefully. He had suspected that Benny was charmed, and it was becoming clearer by the moment that this was the truth. His fledgling was completely gone now, a blank doll in the face of the fae queen’s magic.

“Oh, please, your Highness!” a fae with petals for hair and wings called, hands over her heart in what looked like outright ecstasy. “Please can I be put next to our guests? I have been so helpful with the gardens, haven’t I?”

The Monarch’s gaze became disgusted and cruel as she looked at the flowery fae. 

“Halia, you are not to ask for such things,” she hissed out with so much venom that the petals on Halia’s head actually withered to black. 

She whimpered, sitting back down and covering her head with a napkin, looking down as silent sparkling tears brimmed in her eyes. 

The Monarch took a deep breath. “Finish breakfast, everyone. I will start ordering the list with my dear husband here. We will retrieve Jokel’s body an hour before sundown!”

Benny stood up quickly, pulling out his wife’s seat and helping her up before walking away without so much as a backwards glance at Ephraim and Hyrum. 

Ephraim watched, listening to the buzz of the fae around the room, no longer paying attention to the two of them. 

“Come on, sweetheart,” Ephraim murmured to Hyrum. “I think it’s okay for us to go back to our room.”

“I want to go home,” Hyrum whimpered as they stood up, thankfully drawing no attention their way as they did so. 

It broke Ephraim’s heart to see Hyrum’s tail tucked between his legs, shivering and trembling in Ephraim’s hold. 

“I know, Goldenrod. I do as well. And we will. We just have to be patient and smart.”

Hyrum sniffled, nodding a little as the two of them snuck off to their rooms. Ephraim just hoped they weren’t breaking any rules by leaving, but if they were the Queen’s guests and she left the breakfast, then surely they were safe to leave after she did. Ephraim hoped he would be able to speak to Benny soon about the rest of the Hospitality pact. And to see if there was anything left of his fledgling under the charm the Queen held over him. 

………………………………….

Benny was…. Tired. He limped down the hall, hours later, stomach grumbling unhappily at him. His wife had gone over the fae in her court, picking out the ones she wanted to have in the procession to retrieve Jokel’s body. She then made sure to line them up so everyone would be standing next to someone they hated, laughing gleefully over the drama that was sure to ensue over the next three days. 

And Benny was tired. He couldn’t even remember helping her with decisions. All he knew was that he stepped out of the room and exhaustion, hunger, and pain hit him like three carts lined up one after the other. His arm hurt now, too. He couldn’t even remember what had happened, only remembering his wife’s glee getting out of hand. Eyes shining and burning and promising pain that she would enjoy and-

He stumbled, a headache shooting through his head. 

He gasped for a moment, touching his forehead before pushing forward. He should see a healer. These headaches were coming all of the time now. 

He held his arm gently, watching his feet take their mistimed steps under him. 

He stopped at a door and as he looked at it blearily he realized it wasn’t his bedroom. Why was he here? Where- oh. He could smell his sire. His instincts had brought him here, looking for kindness and love and safety when he was so tired and hurt and emotional. 

He closed his eyes, shaking his head and turned to go to his room when the door opened. 

“Benny?”

Tears sprang to Benny’s eyes before he could stop them as he turned back. Ephraim looked tired too, but that didn’t stop him from coming out into the hall and cupping his cool hands on either side of Benny’s jaw, tilting his head down so Ephraim could see him better. 

“Benny, what’s wrong?” Ephraim asked gently. “Here, come in.”

Benny allowed himself to be led in and pushed into a couch. “I’ll make some tea,” Ephraim said. Tea. Ephraim always made tea when emotions needed to be soothed. Something about the place where Ephraim came from, Benny was pretty sure. Most of the people in the village would just tell you to rub dirt in it and it would be fine. He couldn’t remember… who exactly would say that though. 

Ephraim came back from putting the tea on and pulled Benny’s heavy jewelry off, gentle hands brushing over his skin as Ephraim checked for injuries. He always did that. 

“Eef,” Benny whispered, vision cloudy from tears suddenly welling up. 

“What is it, Begonia?” Ephraim asked. 

Benny opened his mouth, but nothing would come out. He was so muddled. Something must be wrong. He was so upset but he couldn’t place why. Maybe because his arm hurt?

Ephraim caught on to the way Benny was holding his arm and gently pulled down the sleeve. The open design of the shirt made it easy to do so. 

Ephraim saw the deep bruising and scratching around Benny’s elbow and nearly lost it. He only let his fangs flash for half a second before he bit it all back. 

“Begonia, what happened? Who did this?”

Benny blinked at Ephraim, uncomprehending and blank with exhaustion. Ephraim felt desperation rising in his stomach, threatening to swallow him whole as he sat on the couch, pulling Benny into his chest. The fledgling didn’t put up any fight, letting Ephraim move him where he pleased. 

Ephraim ran gentle hands over Benny's hair and neck, pressing kiss after kiss to his forehead. 

“Come on, my boy. Come on, dear. Come back to me. It’s alright, I’m here now. Come back to me baby boy.”

Benny tensed, raising a hand to twine it in Ephraim’s shirt in a way he hadn’t since he had just barely been turned. 

Ephraim sat there and rocked Benny gently back and forth, stroking his fledgling’s head and kissing his forehead and hair, murmuring comforts to him. 

It took a while for Benny to come back to his senses, confused to find himself held in Ephraim’s arms. 

He took in his situation for a moment before he smiled a little. “You’re not mad at me anymore, then, old man?”

Ephraim did not find this amusing. The swift switch in moods was very much not a good sign. 

“Welcome back,” Ephraim said, letting Benny sit up, though keeping a hold on his injured arm. “Tea should be ready. Tell me what happened.”

Ephraim stood up, releasing Benny reluctantly to go deal with the upset kettle as Benny tilted his head, confused. “Happened? Oh, yes, Jokel is dead. There will be a three day funeral where every fae will be trying to win favor with my wife and there will be all sorts of drama.” Benny waved his hand dismissively. “I was just helping my wife with deciding who will be in the procession. It’s important to let the fae know their ranks in the procession so they can see who they will need to pass in favor. The final rankings will be made at the last feast when things settle down again, but-”

“No, what happened to your arm.”

Benny looked down at said arm and clicked his tongue. “Oh, I must have scraped it.”

“You’re a vampire, Benny,” Ephraim said, unimpressed. 

“Well,” Benny said haltingly, “My wife is fae, you know? She can get a little excited sometimes. It happens, and she always apologizes and makes it up to me. It’s fine.”

“Was she what happened to your leg too?”

Oh yeah. His leg hurt too. “Um, well, maybe, but we were just having some fun and it got a little out of hand,” Benny said dismissively. “I’ll be fine after I eat, I’m sure.”

Ephraim brought him a cup of tea, which Benny accepted with a thank you. “So, how did I come to be here?”

Ephraim simply stared at Benny for a long moment. “We’re up a creek with no paddle, Begonia,” was his only comment before he downed his tea like he wished it were alcohol. 

Part 24

Clove Taglist: @wolfeyedwitch @the-blind-one-speaks @whumpsday @extrabitterbrain @inkkswhumpandstuff 

@honeycollectswhump @whump-blog-reblogs @pigeonwhumps @mj-or-say10 @percy-frayer 

@currentlyinthesprial @scoundrelwithboba @whumps-and-bumps

[corvidcentral]

Posts I found on Pinterest that i think fit Six (my courier 6 oc) that are incomprehensible to everyone except me and maybe two other people

[therealslimshakespeare]

no cause she’d be looking at him with such wide innocent eyes for reassurance and he just can’t… shoot her down. like yes lu! just like that! ur doing great! maybe if she was more sure of herself it’d be easier to be like hm maybe a little more like this but alas

I’m tittering right now, Bucky you sap

[batsydoodle]

me: I love that Bruce is always fully committed to the bit if a mission calls for it-

my twin who is not into comics: The Justice League need an improv club just so batman can excel at it

[secretagentsagainstwhatever]

Am i being to cold? is this all i can be…

[musickickztoo]

CONTRA2024-13

06092024 (ALL NEW)

TRACKLIST:

The Jesus and Mary Chain - Pop Seeds Kim Deal - Crystal Breath The Courettes - Boom Boom Boom Hinds - On My Own Nix & The Nothings - I Try The Smile - Zero Sum Humdrum - There And Back Again Tape/Off - Paris, Texas, Queensland Gut Health - Stiletto Benny Trokan - Get It In The End Fleur - Nous Continuerons A Marcher Ensemble The Bug Club - Better Than Good The Courettes - Run Run Away (feat. La La Brooks) The Mellons - Please Baby Please Vincent Reese - Chips On Your Shoulder Kim Gordon & model home - Razzamatazz The Snares - What You Said!? Santo Blanco - Blade

The 13th playlist of the year!!

Listen: https://www.mixcloud.com/Contraflow/contra2024-13-06092024-all-new/

[miniseokminnies]

get him back! — park seonghwa

𖦹 pairing: park seonghwa x fem!reader 𖦹 theme: exes to lovers-ish, nonidol!au 𖦹 word count: 2.4k 𖦹 warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, swearing, drinking, marking, toxic!seonghwa, toxic!reader, praise kink, oral (f. receiving), softdom!seonghwa, petnames (f. receiving), unprotected penetration (wrap it before you tap it), fluff if you squint

I wanna key his car. I wanna make him lunch. I wanna break his heart, then be the one to stitch it up. Wanna kiss his face with an uppercut. I wanna meet his mom, just to tell her her son sucks

OCTOBER

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“How long do you give ‘em this time?” Hongjoong asked casually, leaning against the counter.

“Hm, they’ll probably make it until the end of the night this time,” your best friend replied. Hongjoong chuckled and began mixing a drink for her,

“I don’t give them longer than two hours,” he smirked, spotting Seonghwa just as he realized who Hongjoong was talking to. He knew you were here now.

***

You took a seat on Hongjoong’s couch and fidgeted in the ridiculously short skirt you elected to wear to this party. This Halloween party is the event of the year every year. Seonghwa and Hongjoong throw incredible parties, and as your little friend group expanded and got older they scaled back to one big party a year.

This time last year, Seonghwa and yourself were hopelessly in love. Life happened, and you both decided you weren’t good for each other. The absolute worst version of both of you were present at the end of your relationship last month. Admittedly, the sex was great though.

Seonghwa slipped into the room, scanning over it. His eyes settled on your form on the couch, raking his eyes down your body from across the room. He choked back a groan when he saw just how much your costume covered, or did not cover, of your body. He knew what your game was, he knew this outfit was for him. Even though Seonghwa and you have been broken up for over a month now that doesn’t mean you had to stop sleeping together, does it?

Your friend plopped onto the couch next to you and handed you a red solo cup that matched her own,

“Compliments of Kim Hongjoong” she smiled at you and took a sip. You could tell by the look on her face the drink was a little strong. You raked your fingers through your hair and took a swig of your drink, not even caring what it was in your cup. The mixture of alcohol and soda burned your throat on the way down and warmly settled in your stomach. Your friend quickly got involved in a conversation on the other side of her with Yunho and Hongjoong. They both waved in your direction and you gave them a small smile and a wave.

You began to tune out their conversation and look around the party. You couldn’t shake the feeling that there were eyes on you from somewhere else in the room. Quickly spotting the source of this feeling you saw Seonghwa sitting across the room from you. He was lazily holding a solo cup that matched your own, you took in his form, as he did to you just minutes ago. His blonde hair was slicked back which drew attention to his cheekbones, the red lighting in the room catching the bridge of his nose strikingly. The white shirt he was wearing was untied, the neckline plunging lower than you’ve seen him wear before.

He zeroed in on you, evidently feeling your gaze on him. You hardened your gaze, realizing this was the beginning of the end of your night, now that the two of you have seen each other. Seonghwa cocked an eyebrow and plastered a smirk to his face.

You hate him. You hate how your stomach swoops when he looks at you like that. You hate that he knows the effect he has on you. He was challenging you to come over, but you, you hadn’t had your fun yet. Muttering a “I’ll be back” to your friend you got up and walked to where a group of people were mingling. Your friend followed you with her eyes before looking over at Hongjoong, afraid she was losing the unspoken bet they had going. He smiled and shrugged in response.

Sauntering up to the group of people, you recognized a few of them, and you found the person you were looking for. You placed your hand on his arm and smiled up at him.

“Mingi!” you squealed, “how are you?”

“y/n!” he leaned down to hug you, you took this opportunity to wrap your arms around his broad shoulders. He pulled back and looked at you but didn’t bother to remove himself from your embrace, “How have you been?” he asked, Mingi is sweet, but just an unfortunate pawn in your game with Seonghwa.

“I’ve been well,” you ran your hands down his muscled arms, “I’ve missed you though”. Mingi’s eyes flashed over to Seonghwa, who was watching the two of you with gritted teeth, and then back to you. You leaned into his ear, “Mingi, I don’t belong to Seonghwa. Don’t worry about him.” you drawled.

“I know you don’t belong to him,” he sputtered, “You’re your own person, feminism and shit,” just then Mingi’s eyes widened over your shoulder as you felt a strong hand wrap around your arm. Seonghwa smiled courteously at his friend and dragged you to a secluded corner of his home.

“And what are you doing?” he said in a low tone, placing his hand on the wall next to your head.

“Catching up with Mingi,” you said, sounding bored. You looked up at him from beneath your lashes. He chuckled, a wicked sound you would recognize anywhere.

“Oh, sorry to take you away from your ever important conversation with your best friend Song Mingi” he spat sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah you should be, it was going so nicely” you folded your arms over your chest. Seonghwa leaned in close to you,

“So cute that you think you could possibly be going home with anyone other than me, doll” he smirked.

“Not this time, Seonghwa” you spat, “it’s done” Seonghwa brought up his other hand to grip your jaw, making you look in his eyes.

“See you in my room in an hour” he demanded and let go of you and walked away without looking back. You took a shaky breath before walking back to your spot on the couch, smiling apologetically at Mingi on your way.

***

“Did you go for a vampire costume,” you gasped, “to make up an excuse to bite me?” Seonghwa hummed into your neck while placing open mouth kisses against it with an intensity that was sure to leave dark purple marks in his wake.

“Do you want me to bite you” he breathed, sending a shiver down your spine feeling his breath against the saliva he left behind there. He slowly began to bite down to deepen the love marks on your neck. Meanwhile, he backed you up against his closed bedroom door. The room looked the same as it has every other time you ended up here. Except, the pictures of the two of you have been taken down and put away recently. However, Seonghwa will be hanging on to them for a long time.

You moved your hand to the ties of his shirt, even though they were currently jobless as they have been all night. Seonghwa didn’t have the patience for you so he broke his contact with your neck long enough to pull the shirt off over his head. You didn’t get the time to appreciate his sculpted body before he smashed his lips to yours with bruising pressure.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and let his hands drift down to your ass, which was barely covered by your skirt.

“You are just baring everything to the world, huh?” he gripped your ass, “Such a show off, what are you even supposed to be?”

“I’m a fucking Barbie, asshole” you whined. This earned you another dark chuckle before he moved to tear the poor excuse for a skirt off you.

“Oh you expected to get fucked today” Seonghwa cooed taking in the sight of your lacy thong, “What happened to, ‘it’s done’?” He placed his hands on your hips and lifted you so you could wrap your legs around his trim waist. He pressed a firm kiss to your lips and carried you across the room to his bed and dropped you down. He made quick work of removing your shirt and you thanked whatever power of the universe convinced you to go braless to this party.

The way Seonghwa looks at your body was a sight you never got tired of, no matter how much you say you hate him. Pure adoration for your form was the only way to describe it.

“So fucking beautiful” he said, mostly to himself, even though he knew you could hear him. He didn’t care. He began to kiss your neck again, and you could feel how excited he was against your thigh. You relished the fact that you could still turn him on just by letting him see you like this. He moved from your neck to your chest, capturing one of your nipples between his teeth and tenderly squeezing the other. You let out a breathy noise, halfway between a moan and a gasp at the stimulation. He looked up at you from under his long lashes and flicked his tongue across it to gauge your reaction. You choked back a moan and Seonghwa was moving on,

“Let me hear you, it’s not like they’ll notice, Honjoong keeps the music loud, and you know that” he growled. Then his mouth was at your hip, nipping at the skin near your panties. He began to deepen his nips to full on bites, once again taking pleasure in knowing that soon a deep purple hickey will bloom over this spot. You let a moan pass your lips before you could stop it and Seonghwa broke contact with your hip to smirk for a millisecond before taking the fabric at the waistline of your panties between his teeth and demanding, “off”. You followed directions and wiggled out of them letting the fabric flutter to the floor. “That’s my girl” Seonghwa muttered to himself and you tried to ignore the pang in your stomach at his words. He sat back on his heels and you finally got to take in his physique, you shamelessly raked your eyes over his arms and his torso. “Be a good girl and spread your legs for me” and once again you did as you were told.

Seonghwa began to start the process of biting and marking your inner thighs. He moved his way up until he was level with your cunt. You felt yourself tense with anticipation. “So ready and wet for me, huh? No one else works you up like I do” he commented before he began to place chaste kisses to your pussy. He attached his lips to your clit and swirled his tongue around the sensitive bud. At this point, you had no idea if the party was still going, the music drowned out by the waves of pleasure crashing into you at the mercy of Seonghwa’s masterful tongue. You moaned unabashedly as he inserted two fingers and continued to give attention to your clit.

Your hand flew to his head, your fingers tangling and slightly pulling his hair. He moaned into your cunt and the vibrations of his low voice made the knot in your stomach tighten. He curls his fingers inside you, a master of the body he spent the last year memorizing like his own. You let out a hum of pleasure and he sucked on your clit for a few more seconds before removing his fingers and his mouth. You whined at the loss of contact but he came to you and caged you in with his arms. He looked beautiful like this. His hair messy from where you pulled it, a few strands of blonde hair falling over his eyes, his lips and chin glistening with your juices. He kisses you hungrily and you can taste yourself on his tongue.

You reach for his belt and began undoing it. Seonghwa evidently didn’t like the speed at which you were undressing him because he broke the kiss to sit back on his heels again and undid his belt and wiggled out of his pants and his boxers. His cock sprang free, hard and leaking. He gave it a few pumps and positioned himself in front of you. He ran his cock through your folds, teasing you.

“Oh my God, Hwa, please just fuck me” you whined.

“Oh?” he smirked at you, “not so done with me now, are you?” before you had a chance to respond he was slamming into you. You moaned, relishing the familiar feeling of being filled up by Seonghwa. He rammed into you, clearly enjoying the feeling of your walls around him. “You’re always so perfect for me, doll, made for me” he grunted. You pulled him to you and kissed him in a way he only got when he was pleasuring you so nicely. That’s the thing about only sleeping with each other, you know one another’s little things. He continued to pull out and slam back into you like it was the last time he was ever going to be able to, which maybe it was, he never knew so he made each time count. You felt the knot in your stomach quickly tightening and threatening to break. Seonghwa’s thrusts were getting frantic and messy, so you knew he was close too.

You wrapped your legs around his waist again, chasing both of your highs. Pleasure washed over you as your orgasm began. “Perfect girl” Seonghwa said breathlessly as you felt the hot spurts of his orgasm paint your cunt. He kissed you again before pulling out and going to get a towel for you.

Once the two of you were clean he took you into his arms, and you let him. “I love you” he mumbled into your hair before planting a soft kiss there.

“I love you too, Hwa” you replied without hesitation. You didn’t have the capacity to think about what those words meant for the two of you right now, so you just let them hang in the air as Seonghwa began to draw circles on your back.

***

“They’ll end up together, you know” Hongjoong said matter of factly while holding a garbage bag and scooping empty cups into it.

“Yeah,” your friend sighed, “if they ever figure their shit out,” she picked up a few paper plates and brought them over to him and tossed them into the bag. She always stayed to help Hongjoong to clean up, to make sure you didn’t need a ride home, and because she’s impossibly polite. She turned to go search for more trash.

“Yeah…” Hongjoong mumbled, looking after her, “if they ever figure their shit out…”

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a/n: i know it’s a bit late for a halloween one shot but i couldn’t just leave october without one! hope you enjoy! likes and reblogs appreciated ~bennie

[mariocki]

Double Doctors! William Hartnell has a terrible time as wounded robber Jeff Richards, while Patrick Troughton is the unnamed (and uncredited!) tramp who finds Jeff's hiding place in Dial 999: 50,000 Hands (1.16, ABC, 1959)

[wander-over-the-words]

"Benny is the only one who gets away with treating Ethan like a short person" btw means that if someone else laid their chin on top of Ethan's head or picked him up Ethan would fuckin *FERAL CAT HISS*

but then Benny does it and Ethan just :3

[madwheelerz]

Do u guys think if El, were a boy Benny would still have helped her?

[venusararara]

Hi :) Gatherine talk number 1000 TW for death and sad stuff She doesn't have an identity without Bresklyn, Stacy, Dawsin, Benny, whoever it be. Her life revolves around them, they are her world, the only things she thinks of. Without loved ones, she's a desperate mess. Gatherine is aimless without someone to love. She cannot be alone, she needs someone. She doesn't know who she is. If you're all she has, she'll desperately turn herself into whatever you want or need. If you admit you love her when she's too alone, Gatherine will fall in love with you right then and there, and never let you go. Even if she's in obvious danger, she's doting over you. Unless, that's not wat you want, she can change. You need a guard dog? Will do. A living meat grinder? Yes, sir. An object? Anything you need, ma'am. She'll do everything in her power to keep you near, even if it tears at her morals or physically harms her. She will change for you so, so quickly, because she knows a never-ending bender will follow closely behind if you leave.

[absentmoon]

i know i bully benny every day but no one is allowed to bully him ever.Be niceys

[oursharedprison]

whats your favorite fiction novel you've read?

SOMETHING REAL BY HEATHER DEMETRIOS BAYBEEEE‼️‼️💥‼️💥‼️💥‼️

its abt this girl Chloe Baker who plays a character in the made-up reality tv show called Baker's Dozen, which is abt her family n their 12 or so kids n the show was cancelled for a time, and thru that time shes been trying to build a life of her own!!

but then its revealed its goin back on the air and that the cameras are going to be LIVE and the company behind it, METAREEL, arent allowing anybody to drop out of it! Chloe's parents only agreed to do it for the money so the kids [Chloe most of all, fyi] r like- forced into staying bc the fuckinuhhh director or whoever he is i forgot his name- TOLD CHLOE TO HER FACE THAT SHE'D BE RUINING HER FAMILYS LIFE💥💥💥💥

also when this all takes place Chloe is 17 & has been on this show literally since she was born :evil:

also also her experience with like- determining which side of her is really her, and not her character Bonnie is so So SO extremely trans coded i had 2 get it out