#a white haired girl in bright clothes and i'm happy

[ellie-r2]

if dead boy detectives gets cancelled it won't i'll be fine i'll be screaming, crying, and throwing myself on the floor if they just make cameos in the sandman

[inkskinned]

there are days that it is hard, and unfair, and some horrible part of me wishes i could have been born in a different world. i love being queer, i hate how others react to it. when i first came out at 15, my mom whispered: please don't say that. your life would be so much harder.

it is harder.

it is also a tuesday, walking my dog. we are both skiving off of work, and yes both of us have dyed hair and pronouns. mine is patchy - it was my first time trying bleach; i didn't have enough. theirs is a resilient toadstool green. a little girl comes up to us and asks um, excuse me? is your hair real? 'cause jason says you're a fairy.

it is sunday brunch, all of us talking over each other, overfull on love. she is trying out a new name today, and we made her a cake with today's name scrawled in shaky purple letters. she laughs so much she cries and then gets frosting in her hair. someone young at a different table keeps giving us these large, wide eyes: the same look we have all been on the other side of. the kind that says, breathless: wait, is that possible?

it is a half-fight in a supermarket because he loves "dance moms" and says abby's tiktok is funny and meanwhile i think the children in that show should be allowed to sue abby lee miller for child abuse. i tell him that it led to the casual acceptance of child harassment for mainly adult views; and then i am standing, suddenly, in someone else's thrown soda. there's a white lady standing there, furious, saying something about hell-on-earth. i had forgotten i was wearing stuff with pride colors. and then it is this: he had just been casually arguing with me - and within an instant, he squares his shoulders and goes after her like i am his sister

on saturday i sat in a circle while beca played with my hair and we were all over 30 and we laughed about how much happier we are being this old, how much more we appreciate our community. 25 minutes from now, we will be on stage to dance in baggy beige clothing, but for now we look on with envy to the dancers in loud-and-bright buttondowns. where are they getting these shirts! i cry, distraught. everyone laughs. one of our friends has a mushroom witch hat. this would have been cringey in high school, probably. instead we are all delighted with each other; happy just to be here and alive and moving

it's that last week my new friends cried with joy for me when they heard i'm getting top surgery. every so often i have the honor of being the first person someone feels comfortable enough to tell. i'm trying to make long fluttery butterfly wings to wear to pride; but i don't know anything about fabric or dye, so my friends have been sending me their personal advice.

i think in a different poem i would talk about how sometimes you walk into a room and put the mask back on. but i'm sleepy and my whole brain is fuzzy so i think in this one, it's a monday, and my dog and i took a nap on a couch, and i had missed texts from friends. i used to wake up lonely. i think this poem is about walking into a room and seeing someone and just knowing, the way you just-know-sometimes, and then giving them that little smile, and seeing them light up with joy and relief. it is how we always seem to be able to find each other in a crowded room. how we always seem to make friends with each other before even we know-it-to-be-true. it is saying: we're very different people; but i belong to you.

it is harder, yes. but it comes with a built-in family.

[svgvru]

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐈 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑?

creds to @y-yearning : PUSSYHAVER OLDER DILFIE GOJO ND MID-TWENTIES OR TWENTIES READER FUCKING GOJO REFUCKINGBLOG OPPELASLELEKJBRHFVG I NEED IT.

YOU ALWAYS ADORED YOUR NEIGHBOR. satoru gojo was a sweet man, albeit one with a shit ton of personality. he was much older than you, you estimate around double your age, but he didn't look old, at least from your yard. in fact, he was quite musclar, the white stuble on on his jaw, and the small streaks of grey in his hair were the only indicators of his age. but when you first came into the neighborhood, fresh out of college and a newer home owner, he showed you the ropes. he really was nice, and prettier upfront.

satoru gojo also had kids. he a husband of his own, seemingly settled down and happy. although, that wasn't exactly true. you had no way of knowing, but satoru's arranged marriage wasn't exactly a thing he was happy about.

but when the adorable smile of yours was directed his way in the mornings, he couldn't help but be just a little happier.

this older neighbor of yours give you tips to keep your lawn neat, listen to your random array of hobbies--he'd even indulge in them so you were lonely, he'd happily accept whatever sweets you'd get him, and he'd listen to all of your problems. he spent more bonding time with his younger neighbor, than with his husband.

one problem he listened to in particular, was money. as someone built from old money he has plently.

"why don't you come babysit for my kids? me and my husband are going out this weekend, we could use someone to watch them." once he stated his price you immediately nodded, eager to receive such a large amount of money per hour. plus, you had never been inside of his house, you wondered what his style was. "gladly!"

and when the day came, you were quite nervous. they were going to be out pretty late, so you brought clothes to sleep in and any necessities you needed.

satoru opened the door with his warm dimpled smile when you knocked. "glad to see you! and welcome to my home," he stepped back and allowed you through the door. you looked in awe as your eyes scanned the interior. the house looks bigger on the inside, and it was beautifully furnished. "your house is beautiful, i don't want to step inside," you chuckle lightly, feeling as if you might ruin the rich air of it if you fully stepped inside. satoru laughs, "c'mon."

when you step inside, he closes the door before calling two names. you see two little kids run towards him. the bigger one, likely around five, seemed to have a lot of energy. "this is saori," satoru puts his hand on her head. she had long straight white hair with a few black streaks in them.

"this is five-year-old i warned you about," satoru starts, the girl interrupts him with a frown, "hey!" satoru chuckles, "she has a lot of energy."

the smaller kid trotts up to him. "this is shiro," satoru picks up the kid, holding him gently in his arms. the kid looks exactly like him, bright blue eyes, dimpled smile, and fluffy white hair alike. "this is the three-year-old. he's a lot calmer than saori."

the kids looked pretty nice, it didn't seem like you were going to have any problems. satoru explains the rules, telling you their schedules and anything else. "come on, suguru! i'm ready to go!" a man with straight black hair walks down stairs dressed in a matching suit with satoru. "i'm here, damn."

they soon leave, satoru waving goodbye, and now you're left with the kids.

"let's have a good afternoon, yeah?"

you yawned and checked the clock, nestled comfortably on the couch. it was pretty late, and the kids had been gone to sleep. your eyes drifted shut, only opening when you hear the large slam of the front door. you shoot up, looking worried before you realize it's satoru. yet, he looks visibly pissed off. "wha- oh. you could've slept in the guest room y'know," satoru mumbles, carding his hand through his hair. he visibly relaxes when he sees you aswell.

"what's wrong? if you don't mind me asking," you ask him, tilting your head. you slowly get up off of the couch and walk towards him.

"just a fight, nothing to worry about," satoru pinches the bridge of his nose. "you look pretty upset, i think is something to worry about . . . just a little." your hand gently grabs his wrist, pulling his hand away from his face. and even in the darkness of the room, you could tell his eyes were watering.

it felt wrong how close you were, but you couldn't let him be so sad. his smile was one of the things you loved most about him, you hated when you saw it disappear.

when your hand cupped his cheek, you felt as if you crossed a line, but it also felt so right. "gojo—" his lips smash against yours, interrupting your words. it was wrong, but you couldn't help but kiss him back, parting your lips and entangling your tongue with his. "satoru," he whispers, sepreating your lips only to put them back to together. "call me satoru."

the man is taller than you, his arms wrap around your neck as you kiss, feet drifting closer and closer to the couch.

"mm, fuck--" he whispers into your lips, falling back on the comfortable cushion of the couch, pulling you down on top of him. it was adorable how desprate he was, perhaps something was really wrong with his marriage. but that was a thought for after this. your current thoughts are consumed by the older man below you.

satoru whimpers, diamond eyes glossy as he looks up at you. fuck--he sounded sweet. and he looked the part too.

his thigh rubs at your growing buldge, the look in his eyes full of desire. "goj- satoru, are you sure-" satoru's trembling lip interrupts you, "please." please? you never thought he was the type to plead. you nod, "okay."

your hands messily undress him, tearing off his suit until you get to his boxers with confusion. "oh! i- i forgot to tell you," satoru chews on his bottom lip, hands covering the large damp spot on his boxers. although his face turns red when he sees the glint in your eyes. "is- is that fine?" your eyes flicker to his, almost angry he would assume you wouldn't think it was fine.

slipping off his boxers, your mouth watering at the sight. satoru gojo's pussy puffy and hairy, in your face.

your face dips between his legs, your lips mouthing at his pussy. you spread his pussy with your thumbs, licking and sucking at him. "a-ah!" satoru whines, legs twitching as you make out with his cunt. "oh fuck! you're so good, so much--fuck!" his eyes roll and cross, hands entangled in your hair. "oh! 'm cumming! 'm cumming!"

his legs clamp around your head as he squirts in your face. your neighbor, just squirted in your face.

you lift your head from your legs, panting and licking your lips. satoru's eyes flutter, looking up at you with a shaky smile. sitting up, you smile at his throbbing clit. "didn't know you could-" satoru yelps when you lift up his lower half to your face. your lips attach to his clit, sucking and licking on his pink clit. satoru laughs, "you're so energetic! that because your young?"

your eyes look down and lock with his. "i just like your body," you mumble into his pussy, "so good."

satoru whines as you eat him out. "gunna squirt in m'face again?" you whisper, closing your eyes at his taste. satoru doesn't answer, although you can guess why his legs shut around your head again. strings of moans and your name leaves his lips. "pleasepleasepleeease," he whispers.

his legs tremble as he squirts with a yell again. satoru's legs fall slack in your hold before you set his lower half down. satoru looks up at you with low eyes, seeing his release all over your lips and chin.

"need you do that again. just on m'cock this time," you whisper pushing down your grey sweats, staring down at him with lustful eyes. satoru smiles, spreading his glistening thighs for you.

all thoughts or awareness of anything else are thrown from his head when his eyes lock onto your cock, when he fills the tip push between his puffy and red folds, when you sink into him and fill him to the brim. fuck- you're bigger than suguru. "mmph! f-fu . . . hah," satoru swallows when your cock stretches his cunt perfectly, like you were made for him.

you lean down, pushing his flexing thighs with you. his calves rest on your shoulders and you interwine his fingers with yours, holding them above his head.

"f-fuck! you feel s'good," you moan, focusing on the wet sound of his cunt taking your cock. and clearly the squelching and the wet skin slapping was turning him on as his walls squeeze you as if not wanting to leave. you lean and press your lips to his, smiling at how his eyes were unfocused and cross. your tongues messily tangible, saliva dripping down the corner of his lips.

"ngh—! a-ah . . . AHnNg!" no thoughts were in the older man's head when he felt your cum shoot into him, the warmth making him smile as he milks your cock, cumming himself.

his awareness and judgement had long been thrown into the dark depths of his mind. him nor you even noticed suguru watching you with a boner straining at his pants. then again, how could he focus? his pussy felt a bit too good, better than he's felt in a while simply because of work interference.

saori always wanted a little sister.

𝗗𝗢𝗡'𝗧 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗧 𝗧𝗢 𝗕𝗘 𝗔𝗡 𝗘𝗠𝗣𝗟𝗢𝗬𝗘𝗘? JOIN?

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<3 this is took me 4ever, but i've going thru a writer's block, i feel proud of myself lol. i don't know if anyone is going to like this, but this is what popped in my head. y'all have also thoroughly convinced me that satoru is a squirter... btw i was thinking about this image while making this. don't even ask where i got it from :D

[keitorin3]

OK so I'm new to Tumblr but I had this weird (but I think is awesome) idea that I really just wanted to share.

So I am a big fan of the Damien/Merlin AU idea. It was actually inspired by a book I once read in Ao3, full credits to the author.

Damien AU

I imagine Merlin was obviously immortal and been around waiting for Arthur, and during this time ~ like 4 to 5 years before Damien's 30th birthday ~ he was about to go on Vacation to the Pacific but got news of a new medicine program ~ or something ~ in America and changed plans.

He's a 21-22 year old meds/arts (idk either sound plausible) college student who befriends a girl, Kelly, due to an unfortunate encounter (Kelly was in the wrong place at the wrong or right time, and Merlin jumps in to help but it was unnecessary as Kelly being a badass takes them down. She's an aspiring war photographer, she got to know some fight moves!)

Their friendship was built and thanks to Kelly with her connections and friends, Merlin meets Damien Thorn at a get-together he was invited to at the pub.

Picture Merlin seeing this dark haired and scruffy version of his dear friend wearing modern clothes and a brown leather jacket. His accent American and Merlin's magic is suddenly gooey and vibrating under his skin when they shake hands. But his smile... Merlin was gone for that smile.

Kelly: *Introducing Damien and Merlin*

Damien: *Smiles* "Damien Thorn, Pleased to meet you."

Merlin: *Dazed and goofy because he's magic high and hooked* "Merlin Thorn, I met you pleased..." *Suddenly realises, and blushes bright red* "Wait! No- I meant Emyrs! I'm Merlin Emyrs! Your not Thorn, wait no! I'm not- I mean uh... Pleased you met me-- NO-?!!"

Kelly: *At some point pulled out her camera and start recording*

Damien: *Surprised and charmed by the adorable guy with cute flushed ears* *Smirks pleasantly and flirts back*

Merlin: *Scrabbles on what to say, unknowingly flirting back*

Kelly: 'Oh just wait until I show Simone this!'

And so not long after the two met they started dating. At first Merlin thought he could help Damien remember, but over their time together Merlin came to really Love Damien. He loved Arthur and a part of him always will, but getting to know Damien, Merlin fell fast.

Meanwhile Kelly is being the ultimate Wingwoman who's looking forward to the day they get married so she can play all the *cough*blackmail*cough* memories shes caught of them.

Now, Damien who has never been so happy before meeting Merlin, saw Merlin as like his Ray of light and lucky charm. Since his entire life has been a series of misfortune all around. Merlin, this skinny, pale white, big earred, doe eyed guy with a heart stopping smile. Never has he fallen in love so seamlessly.

Damien: *During their third Date where Merlin is arguing over something with sparkles in his eyes. Damien not even sure what he's saying, smilies fondly at the adorable man.*

Merlin: "Damiiiienn! Are you listening to me?! What's going through that thick head of yours?"

Damien: *Laughs* "Nothing, it's just, there's something about you Merlin. I can't put my finger on it." *Gives Merlin a significant look* "But you're special."

Merlin: *Flushes red while flailing in embarrassment*

They are together for a year before merlin gathered the courage to tell Damien about himself, his magic and his past. He has made the mistake of lying to Arthur in the past and after recent years of therapy, he could not live in another lie with Damien.

It took time to process after being shown evidence of magic and weeks of discussions ~ a lot of them hard for Merlin to tell as he cried at times like Arthur's death and Camelots fall, going through depression while isolating in a cave for a century.

In the end, Damien determined Merlin's character and love to be true. And honestly wasn't even mad at the other. Damien could never fully be mad at Merlin. Not when he can see the cracks of a too worn heart, hidden behind a youthful face. It makes his own heart break at the seams.

So Damien held on to this impossible man, and swore he would not let him go.

Merlin: *Makes a butterfly with his magic, eyes glowing like golden stars, gazing back at Damien like a miracle come alive*

Damien: *Laughs when the butterfly lands on the tip of Merlin's nose, who makes a cross-eyed at the small creature.* 'You were a fool Arthur. The world was by your side and you left him alone.'

Damien: "I Love You, even if you're an old magical man of legend."

Merlin: *Hits him lightly for the old comment before kissing him* "And I love you, even if you're a bit of a sap."

Damien: *Kisses back* "Not that your complaining."

Merlin: *Heavily in love* "No, no I am not."

It is not long after this where their bond has gotten stronger, that Damien proposes to Merlin.

Kelly is there to film and photograph the event with Amani as help (the two helped plot to get their besties together after all). It was beautiful and made even more magical when Merlin, overwhelmed with such happiness, released some of his magic and caused it to rain flowers and sparkles.

This was so fun! And I wish I had the patience to actually write a book of this. I'm not done yet, I've still haven't reached to Damien's 30th birthday, when his powers Awaken. I've got ideas, and even more crossovers to think of for this and other AUs.

I'm still thinking if I should make this mpreg like the fic (the top Ao3 link). I quite like the idea of children honestly. Like bring back Aithusa as DamienxMerlin's kid.

Till next time, fellow dreamers~! 👋🥰✨

[osamusriceballs]

Birthday surprise

Hinata x fem reader

Words: ~ 1,3 k

Warnings: A bit NSFW

About: You have a nice birthday surprise for your boyfie~

A/n: Happy Birthday to our beloved human tangerine. I love him so much and I wish him the bestest birthday ever~

"Shoyo, what are you doing there? You need to get ready."

"Oh, sorry, I'm coming. I was just checking my phone. I got a message from y/n."

Hinata freezes.

A state that is almost unnatural for him. It is indeed a message from you - or rather a picture. With you in it. Barely clothed, wearing only white underwear and orange stockings - as bright as his hair. No words added, just you laying there seductively on his bed in lingerie, presenting your body to the camera in a way that makes all his blood rush south.

Holy... he instantly darkens the screen, quickly looking over his shoulder to see if someone looked at his phone. And indeed, he faces an equally stunned Atsumu, whose eyes are still fixated on Hinata's darkened screen. A few seconds pass and neither of them moves. The only sounds right now come from their teammates who have already started their training. Until Hinata's screen gives up and turns fully black.

"Uhm..." Atsumu awkwardly coughs and looks away, a faint tint of pink on his cheeks. "I guess you're going to have a fun birthday night, Shoyo-kun."

It's impossible for Hinata's face to turn even redder at this point. Even his ears are burning, and he laughs awkwardly to mask his inner panic. "What makes you think that?"

Atsumu's face drops, and Hinata internally wishes to sink into the ground for saying something as stupid as that. Why did he focus more on this instead of just changing the topic? "Do you really want me to say it out loud?" A slight grin now forms on Atsumu's face, and Hinata regrets speaking even more. Damn, he regrets ever learning how to speak at all.

"Please don't-"

"Don't sweat it, Shoyo-kun. I'd be happy to have a girl like y/n send pictures like that. Do you think I'll ever find someone who wears hot stuff in my hair color? Maybe I should go back to black. I like that whole black and lacy stuff, but then I'd look like that ugly shithead Samu. Or red. Red's hot too. I don't know if I'd look good in red. What do you mean, Shoyo-kun?"

While Atsumu is busy rambling, Hinata quickly takes his phone and buries it in his bag. He'll take the time to look at the picture during their break. Probably take his phone with him to the restroom to have a proper look. But even the short glimpse he just had is enough to get him riled up and longing for you. Longing to touch you, to feel the soft fabric and your even softer skin under his fingers. He wants to properly thank you for wearing this set just for him and to hear you softly say his name after he kisses you. He knows he won't be able to focus now because of you.

"Shoyo? Are you listening?" The sudden snarl of the blonde in front of him makes him perk up his head, his cheeks still incredibly warm and red.

"Oh, sure, Miya-san. Red is a nice color."

Atsumu blankly stares at him, and Hinata wonders how long he zoned out. He only faintly remembers Atsumu talking about hair colors. "Yer hopeless."

"What? Did I say something wrong?"

"Don't. And don't ya dare to let my good sets go to waste today. I'll make ya regret it, Shoyo-kun."

Hinata nervously smiles and quickly jogs to the court, ignoring Atsumu right behind him and hoping that he'll forget what he saw. After all, that picture was only meant for his eyes and his eyes alone.

_____________

"Baby, I'm so sorry."

"What happened? Are you okay?"

The stress in Hinata's voice is evident. You don't know if you have ever heard him so depressed before.

"The picture you sent me," he starts, and the blood drains from your face. Your fingers clutch around the phone in your hand tightly, and you involuntarily press the device harder against your ear.

"Did you not like it? I'm sorry, I'll just delete it. We can pretend it never happened. I didn't want to make you uncomfortable." You nervously fidget with the hem of the straps, mentally burning the damn lingerie in a bonfire.

"What? No, no! Don't delete that picture. I've been hard ever since I saw it. I love it."

Your cheeks warm at his sudden confession and the way he casually tells you something explicit. He probably doesn't even realize how hot he sounds.

"It's just... when I opened it, Miya-san was right behind me. He saw it too. I'm so sorry. I know that you trust me, and I don't want to break your trust. Can you forgive me? I would never show these kinds of pictures to my friends. Please believe me!"

It takes you a few seconds to fully understand what he's telling you.

"Baby? Are you still here? Please say something. I didn't- please-"

"Shoyo, it's fine. It's okay. I still trust you. I should have told you that you need to look at the picture in private. I don't mind." You smile at his concern, at the way he's always trying to make everything right, to be the perfect boyfriend. But that sometimes puts a lot of stress on him.

"You know that I love you, right? That won't change a thing. And I'm pretty sure that Miya-san will never mention it, especially not in front of me. Deep down, he's actually very considerate and nice, even though he doesn't often show that side."

The exhale of relief on the other side makes you smile a little, and you're glad that he feels better now.

"I love you too, y/n. Thank you. Thank you for being so patient and understanding with me."

"Hey, it's your birthday after all. I can't be mad at my birthday boy. And, um... I've got some more pictures if you want to see them? I even made a short video of me... um... doing things." You feverishly blush at the end of your words, now clutching the sheets underneath your hand while you wait for his answer.

Hinata's tone is more dark and serious when he answers, and damn, it's always so hot to hear him talk like this. "What kind of things? I think I need to know before you send something. You have to be very specific."

Your breath hitches in your throat, and a slight shiver runs down your body. "I... touched myself. I thought about how you'd do it and touched my breasts, and then rubbed my... clit." You're proud of how steady these words come from you, and he releases a deep breath before he answers.

"Oh? What a good girl you are for me. How about you send me those pictures and videos, and I'll send you some in return? Show you what you do to me. And when I'm home, I want you to show me everything you did again. I need to see if you're properly touching yourself for me when I'm not there. Understand, baby?"

You only manage to nod breathlessly, a soft hum escaping your lips at his words, and the tingling feeling between your legs starts to make your mind dizzy.

"Shoyo, when will you come home? I need you." You can basically hear how he runs his hand through his wild orange hair in frustration because he can't be with you right now.

"Just two more hours. Can you manage, baby? Can you prep yourself for me? And when I come home, I'll get my present, nice and wet for me?"

You nod your head and quickly gasp a "yes-" already anticipating the moment he will come home.

"Such a good girl for me. Such a good girl on my birthday. I have to go, but make sure to send me those pictures, okay? I'll see you soon."

"Okay, Shoyo. I love you."

"I love you more." You quickly select the pictures in your camera roll and press send, only to receive an immediate response consisting of three pictures showing the rock-hard bulge underneath his tight boxers while he has his shirt between his teeth to expose his chest. A quick message follows that almost makes you drop the phone.

"Can't wait to see you, baby."

[lee1504]

Alex's footsteps echoed through the wide hallway. There were only a few other workers there, all wearing similar clothes to him, along with a mask. He didn't get why he and the others had to wear faces masks; he was sure this wasn't a disease, but was just a hallucination.

Years ago, Alex wanted to be a doctor. He went to college, got his degree, and got his license. For a while, everything was perfect. All of his family and friends were proud of him.

He was twenty one at the time, when he graduated.

He was twenty one at the time, the same time he was in love with someone. She was beautiful, like a goddess. She was in love with him, too. They planned to get married during the summer.

But then he woke up in a strange place. The room was white, all white, with nothing but a bed and a bedside table. There were no windows, no clocks, nothing. He had tried the door, but it was permantly locked from his side.

He screamed for a long time. He screamed for help, for Angelina, for somebody, anybody, to save him from this place. It was too bright, to empty. It made him feel so alone.

His hair had grown. It now was past his shoulders, making him look almost feminine. Nobody had talked to him the months he had lived in this place. He thought he was getting used to it.

There was a window-looking thing at the door, almost like a school door. One day, he heard yelling and shouting. The noise startled him. He hadn't heard sounds in a long time.

When he looked out the window, he saw somebody who looked his age--another boy, with buzzed gray-black hair close to his scalp. He had two piercings on his right eyebrow. He looked terrifying. But also afraid.

Alex returned to his bed, starting to doze off. Maybe that boy was a dream. Maybe he was just in a very deep dream, and was waiting to wake up.

He snapped back to reality. He hadn't noticed that he stopped walking. He approached the room he was assigned to. He couldn't hear anything from the outside; that was normal.

He opened the door. The redhaired girl sat on her bed with her back to the door. Alex quietly walked over, repeating his words for the millionth time.

"I'm going to inject you with this, okay? It's part of the procedure, but you'll be fine. Don't worry--"

He got startled when she looked up. her face was sunken. Deep purple shadows pooled underneath her green eyes. Wasn't she a teenager? Wasn't she supposed to be full of life, happy and energetic?

Was this how Angelina looked when he disappeared? Emotionless, almost dying, someone who gave up?

This was the first time he wanted to help someone in this facility.

He needed to help her.

[luv-gukkie]

cherry | 𖦊 : five

pairing: yandere! taehyung x f. reader, yandere! seokjin x f. reader

genre: fluff || smut || non-idol au || yandere

summary: you’re the cherry on top of everything. the little girl in front of your parents; the gooody two-shoes of your family, friends, and everyone who knows you. so when you’re staring at the two bright, red lines on the pregnancy test. you know you’re fucked, you really do. especially when there’s not only one man, but seven.

word count: +1.1k

tags/warnings: taehyung being helpless without reader, fun!, waste of good wine, lovie-dovie things, and that’s pretty much it!

notes: i love how taehyung is so cute with reader, it makes me happy. mr. kim seokjin made an appearance! ;)

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taehyung sits on the couch with yeon-tan laying on his lap. he has a bottle of wine in his hands, unopened and eyes tired. his heart is ringing loud in his ears and he feels like he's about to die. you're nowhere to be found. it's been two hours since he called you, warning you. but it's only him in the apartment, no sound or chatter of another person to accompany him. it forms a lump in his throat because if you don't come by morning, will you continue to see him? have him pay for your things? spend time with him? what about everything you guys did together. when the bell finally dings, taehyung rushes to the door, leaving the pomeranian along with the wine behind. he hugs you as soon as the door is opened. he can smell your perfume and a mix of something else. a smell that only happens when—your voice snaps him out of daze. "tae, have you been staying up for me?" there's a pinch of worry in your voice, it softly wavers. he nods his head that is still hidden in your chest. you finally manage to enter the apartment, you have him sit while you cook his favorite food as an apology. "do you think your gonna pass?" you don't think about the lie you told earlier, letting the words fly out, "pass? what are you talking about?" you smile at him, "i think you're sleepy." taehyung just looks at you, eyebrows raised and that's when it hits you. "i'm joking!" you stutter out, face burning up from the embarrassment.

luckily, yeon-tan barks at you, distracting the both of you with his high pitched barks and swigging tail. the two of you end up in each other's arms with tannie in the middle. you play around with taehyung's hair and the little dog's tail. an old, french cartoon is playing on the television. one that taehyung loves to watch with you because he knows how much it makes you laugh. he opens the wine with ease that the cork flies out so easily. the white shirt you're wearing gets stained with the dark red splashes along with the silk, white sheets. out of the corner of your eye, you see yeon-tan run out of the room as fast as he can. you're tackled onto the bed by taehyung softly. his bare chest sticking to your t-shirt, you laugh at his face that's spilling the red vino out of his lips that form a tight-lipped smile. your sight catches the name of the black bottle that is has taehyung's hand wrapped around it, the red top shining: Pétrus and Romanée Conti. your eyes widen at the name, having heard it's taste is great but the price to it was unbelievable. half the bottle is already empty, either leaked onto the fabrics of your clothes or taehyung's bare chest or drying up onto the comforters.

taehyung laughs at your squeals to escape as he kisses your face all over until he he places one last, deep kiss into your lips. his eyebrows moving up and down, "want a drink?" you nod at the suggestion. that night, you stay in taehyung's apartment with your and his body all sticky, drinking and enjoying each other's company. almost like lovers. his fluffy hair is messed up by all the goofing around, his nose is covered by lip stick that will always be yours. while your neck is covered in one single love bite, one that taehyung pecked with passion after he was done making it. you fall asleep before him, his arms pulling you closer to him: chest to chest and legs wrapped around each other's. taehyung can almost hear his heart burst. his eyes closing with his head near your face, slightly falling into your neck.

you left taehyung's apartment after a home-made breakfast with him and a quick laundry wash. the afternoon has already come into place and your coming back home after finishing classes at your college. but a man standing at your apartment door with black hair and a bag of your favorite fast food place has you frozen on your feet. a shock on your face when he finally turns around. "i'm not too late, am i?" you giggle as you run up to him, bodies close to each other as the both of you find comfort in each other. "i brought your favorite!" he says while winking at you after entering into your apartment. "it's been so long jinnie!" you squeal, taking a large bite of the hamburger in your hand along with french fries. the place you love is always packed with busy crowds, the longest lines to order fast food. so how did he get them? oh right, kim seokjin is the son of a wealthy ceo. he can get anything he wants with a snap of his fingers. the conversation drifts smoothly between the two of you, comfort in your home. "you remodeled your apartment. it looks good." seokjin wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin. "yeah! i saved enough money." you give him a fake smile, knowing that each penny was from the man in front of you or the other men you spend time with.

"how was your trip?" you muttered, resting on the couch upside down with a full stomach. "beautiful. the people there were nice and the food was great," he lies down next you, "but i missed a certain, special someone." he whispers to you, "a lot." your hand wraps around his shoulder, "really?" there's a knot in jin's throat as he can't believe he's right in front of you after such a long time. even if it was just two weeks. his eyes gawk at your pretty face, still youthful with happiness and ethereal. his breathing seems to stop as you come closer to him, lips too close to his. just as he's about to land a peck, your head turns to side and he catches a flash of a grin on your face. feeling a featherweight kiss on his cheek. his heart warmth's at your action. "wanna do something?" your eyes give him a questioning look. "lets watch the night sky tonight. maybe a cooking show until then?" you laugh at the uncertainty on his voice as he mentions the cooking series. "good to see you're still the same seokjin."

while you put on the show, you don't care to look at the lingering eyes on you. knowing it's just seokjin. don't care to notice how he can't keep his eyes off you or more like your phone that keeps buzzing with messages. seokjin's hand itches with a need to grab it. and he thinks he just might.

[ilikepjo24]

There's a post going around Tumblr about the color palette of your name (I saw @prodogg do it) and I tried it but my name has a very boring color palette so I did Atla characters instead.

Aang:

Okay! All of them are very bright colors that represent Aang's bright attitude and there's a dark shade at the top row which brings to mind the flaws of his character. Personally, I feel like that dark brown represents the guilt Aang feels for leaving. We also have some yellow and soft red, which are the colours of his outfit. There's some light grey that reminds me of his eyes and pretty light blue and beige, breezy light his element. We have some blue, some yellow, some green and some red. True Avatar core right there.

Katara:

Ohhh~ So many pretty blues! Blue eyes, blue clothes, blue nation, blue element and so on. Once again, I feel like the dark color in the third row represents the more bitter parts of Katara personality. Her small moments of jealousy, spite and harness. I also like how all the blues are different shades, some coming close to grey, others close to green and some being pure blue. The variety of shades really shows what I well rounded character she is.

Sokka:

Oh my... That's unexpected... There's only one shade of blue! But I can see some pretty browns and greys in there that are in his colour palette. I wonder why there are so many greens... Probably because he's one of the only characters that are grounded to earth 😂 maybe even a bit too much, seeing how he's always suspicious and doubtful. There are also some snow-like colours in here, which is fitting, seeing as he's from the Water Tribe 😎.

Suki:

That's a very interesting palette... The brown colours remind me of the Earth Kingdom, but there's a snowy white in there, probably because of how close Kyoshi Island is to the Southern Water Tribe. There's also a bit of green in there, even if it's greyish, and I couldn't help but notice those dark shades of red... Is it because she relocated in the Fire Nation after the war, and is currently working as Zuko's bodyguard? I also see a few really dark shades in those top corners, although I'm not surprised. Suki is a warrior through and through, and sometimes warriors have to do some ugly things to protect their homes.

Toph:

No surprises here! I like how Toph has more dark shades than other characters, since she's more in touch with her "dark side" after participating in secret wrestling matches and pulling all those scams. Many shades of green and brown, like her element and her country. But there's also some very light greens in there, so light that they could pass as white or grey, which is unlike the usual Earth Kingdom greens. I wonder if it's because she uses her bending in a much different way that all the other earthbenders, which makes her special. Or it could be because that's the color of her eyes.

Zuko:

That palette is an interesting one for sure. There are so many dark colours in here! And as we all know, the Prince of the Fire Nation didn't have a very happy life, or a very bright attitude. There's a dark brown-red in here and a dark blackish green, along with some blues and greys and a brownish gold. I wonder if it's because of his travels to all the four nations during his search for the Avatar. And I'm loving the references to the Blue Spirit with all those blues in there. Zuko's second, secret persona is a big deal for his character, since all the times we've seen him wear that mask, we've also gotten hints for his future redemption and friendships.

Azula:

Ah, there we go. My favorite girl! Right of the top we have some dark shades, fitting for s true vigilante. There's some brown-ish gold abd black, which brings her hair and eyes to mind. A pretty shade of red, for a true Fire Nation Princess. The lack of blue surprises me, seeing as her fire and her lighting are both blue... I guess the website must believe that she is much more than her bending. And there's quite a lot of green I see... Probably because her peak as a strategist and warrior was conquering Ba Sing Se and bringing the Earth Kingdom to its knees, all while wearing the iconic green Kyoshi Warrior uniform and the even more iconic green Earth Queen outfit.

[dietmountaindewbae]

III. monsters in green dresses

alex turner x reader

word count: 7090

summary: saturday night and you felt alive, you went out with your friends to The Boardwalk, and meet (early wpsiamtwin) Alex and his band mates

warnings: smut

song recommendation: sexy boy by air

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Saturday night was the longest night of them all, going out with your friends, going to clubs or pubs, your friends stealing their parent's car to travel from one place to another, it simply was the best day of them all, you couldn't avoid that happiness that formed in you, even the time you spent choosing your makeup and your clothes it was worth the effort.

The Boardwalk was a place your friends always had in mind to go to but you simply got distracted and went somewhere else, this time you heard there was live music tonight, and it didn't take that long to convince your friends, they agreed to go all together, only the four of you with just a couple of pounds, the four of you together had enough to get pissed off your brains.

Tonight there was a band on the list, a new one you've never heard of before in Sheffield, you heard they had good groovy music and they could be the new greatest hit of all, they had catchy bridges, and bright guitars but they often seemed to miss something, the singer needed more emotion when he sang the words thru the microphone, he was a tall boy with blonde locks and green eyes, you heard his name was Dylan, he seemed to be a nice bloke but you didn't bother to pay that much attention to him, the boys from the band put their stuff away and you went back to the counter, the rest of your friends talked to some girls they met there, it was rather easy to make friends when you were not exactly pissed but just happy, it made everything mix well, the youthful music, plus the alcohol that ran thru the veins, it was right enough reason to dance, hearing your local band live was always a hit, Saturday night was endless while Sunday morning was merciless.

"Hey! I'm gonna get us a few more beers" You said to your friends, you weren't the type to leave without saying where you were going, you could never be too careful when you went out. You walked thru the people trying not to fall thanks to the annoying platforms you chose to wear, but soon enough you made it in one piece, "Hi, can you give me four coronas please" You said to the bartender leaning forward on the countertop, he nodded with his head, and grabbed them from a small cooler, he took the caps off of the four of them and gave them to you "Thank you" You said, he nodded with his head. Your friends were stunned by the boys in the band, all tall, and fit, but you weren't too amused, yeah they might have nice voices but you hoped the next band that came next would be better.

The boy with the sky blue shirt, grey jeans, and black kicks went to the stage, it was the bartender that gave you the beers only a few minutes ago, he was a cute boy with short brown hair with a messy haircut, some red spots on his soft pale skin, his lips thin and slightly chapped, he was a rather tall boy, with a white fender Stratocaster, there was another boy with a grey sweater, light-washed jeans, and Adidas shoes, you label him as the guy with a red telecaster, another boy came with much shorter and thinner hair, an air jamaica shirt, another taller boy with a red bass and the collar of his shirt up, in all honesty, you didn't know what to expect, just some 4 boys with guitars, a bass, and a drumset, you didn't expect them to rock that much, but they did.

The first moment you heard the smashing opening of the song titled, I Bet That You Look Good On The Dancefloor, your jaw dropped, you couldn't describe it in another way, it was all electricity when you heard that song, all the people there were jumping up and down, your friends were a bit distracted, dancing with the guys from the other band, but your focus was on the four boys on the stage, the bartender sang thru the microphone a bit uptight at first but as the song seemed to only get better, he slowly let go, danced around the stage, everything was going so fast as the lads with the red and white guitars strummed the strings faster and faster, and all of the people sang on the small seconds of the silence of the song, you even joined yelling, "Well, I bet that you look good on the dancefloor!" You couldn't hold it back, you were even sad they only had two more songs to perform, but in the two left you were dancing, laughing, swaying your hips and the heel of your shoes followed the beat of the songs.

"Thank you, we're Arctic Monkeys have a good evening," The boy in the blue shirt said, suddenly he got all soft when just a few seconds ago he was screaming the lyrics of his songs no matter if his voice cracked or not, he kept going, he put his guitar to the side and unplugged it, he applauded his friends and gave them a few pats on their backs, you had completely forgotten about yours, so you went back with them, one of your friends was kissing the cute bassist on a dark corner of the pub, while the others were nowhere to be found, you were worried so you texted them, you were dizzy from all of the noise and the booze so you sat on one of the bar stools, and drunkenly texted your friends.

"Um... miss?" The guy with the blue shirt said, "Everything alright? You look a bit pale" He asked politely.

"Oh yeah, yeah sure" You answered quickly, "Just a bit bored, I dunno where me girlfriends went, and I'm kinda bored without 'em" He nodded with his head saying oh, "One of them always gets lost, and now I just can spot one of them" He lightly giggled when you pointed at your friend that had that guy's tongue deep inside her throat, it made you sort of happy that he was listening to you, often you made a fool of yourself by saying the things that burst in your brain while drunk, he was cleaning a glass with a dry cloth on his hands, "You have a very cute smile" You complimented.

"Thanks, love, you too" He put the glass away, and went back to talking to you.

"You know, I saw you up on that stage" You pointed right to the middle of the stage where he was singing some moments ago, "And let me tell ya... the other band was nothin' like yours,"

"Is that so?" He asked, and you nodded.

"Very so, sir, I saw you singing I bet that you look good on the dancefloor" You whispered shouted, with a drunken smile imitating his singing "But yeah, I mean you were fucking amazing there," You said once more.

"Well, for your information I also saw you dancing right there," He said, pointing to the place you were standing, you were surprised he was looking at you, from all of the people there he looked at you, but it couldn't mean anything at the same time, it could've been only a coincidence.

"How embarrassing!" You complained, "I've got horrible skills, can't dance for shit," You said, taking another swing of your beer, he rested his elbows flat against the table, and threw the cloth over his shoulder, holding himself with them.

"I'd say the opposite," He said.

"So you really were looking at me," You said sounding more certain, your body unconsciously moved closer, your face only a few centimeters away from his, the body language was all about proximity, something about talking to that boy made you simply smile, Was it his eyes? Was it his annoyingly beautiful deep brown eyes? His pink lips? His warm smile? What the fuck was it?

"I might've..." He admitted, you nudged your head to the side, the weight of your body was too heavy on you, you lost some balance and almost fell off your chair, you were embarrassingly clumsy with the amount of alcohol you had, you've been on the boardwalk since 10 and it was around 1 in the morning already, the sleep plus the alcohol, it made you lose the balance but the boy grabbed your shoulders tightly, putting you back on the same place, he left one of his hands there to steady yourself.

"Easy there," He said, "You alright?" He asked, he tried inspecting your eyes, but you waved it off.

"Damn you already got me trippin'" You joked, looking at the small name tag on the left side of his chest, "Turner..."

"I'll get you some water love, stay here," Turner said, he went to grab a water bottle and was even nice enough to pour it on a cup with a small lime, "There"

"You're a gentleman aren't you, bet you have a girl"

"Nah, not at the time..." He scratched the back of his head, and you furrowed your eyes, he seemed like the type to always have a girlfriend, not in a way he was only fooling around with girls, but more like he enjoyed the love and the company.

"Unbelievable," You said, he shook his head stating that what he said was the truth, "For real?" You asked once more.

"Yeah, I'm just waiting to see what happens I'm not really in a hurry"

"So all of those songs about pinching your bird, I don't know if you're looking for romance, what's that all about?" You asked, even though you kind of regretted asking since you didn't wanna make him uncomfortable, but he was nice enough to explain everything to you.

"Yeah, a girl had to do with it but it was a long time ago now," He said, the regret didn't escape you at all.

"What time do you close?" You asked, he quickly glanced at his watch.

"40 minutes," He said, "Why?"

"Wanna have some fun at a club with this girl?" You offered, he wasn't the type to go to that sort of stuff but you wanted to try, and see what he said, you went to the boardwalk to try new places to have fun in, but the club was the ultimate house of fun for you.

"I mean, I don't have a problem but your mates and.."

"I'll just tell 'em where we're going if I can find them...bring your friends too, tell them to come!"

"Sure then..." He was waiting for you to tell him your name, you said it and he smiled, saying your name once more, "Pretty name, suits you" He complimented, "Mine's Alex actually but you can also call me Turner" You chuckled.

"Nice meeting you," You said, he shook your hand, and smiled, seeing some color rose on his cheeks.

"So club huh," He said, "I hope me and me mates aren't a burden or summat"

"No no, don't say that we're all very nice" The three other guys that played on the stage came back from chatting with some friends, they all said hi to Alex, and began to talk about things you didn't understand but only for just some short minutes, Alex noticed how you were a bit ignored.

"Guys this is our new friend" You waved hi at them, Alex introduced you saying your name in his tender voice, the boy you labeled as the guy with the red tele took your hand with his and shook it, kissing your cheek, introducing himself as Jamie, "You can also call him cookeh if you'd like" Alex added, the tall boy with the air jamaica shirt waved hi at you and hugged you from the side, "That's Matthew and right next to Matthew is Andy," The boy with the green shirt, and bass hugged you, and you came back to sit on the chair.

"Very nice meeting you all but...I've got one question though" You added a bit of suspense by staying silent for a bit, the guys surrounding you, walking forward to hear you properly leaning on each other's shoulders, "Would you all like to go clubbing with me, and me friends?"

"I mean if it's on you, for sure!" They all giggled Alex punched Jamie on the shoulder. They seemed happy about it, yes they could be a bunch of strangers, boys you didn't know but your gut said they could be nice, considering how polite Alex was, plus the fact he didn't pull any moves on you, you didn't think about them as bad, or even questionable. Drinks kept flowing, the times when you were quiet during the moments the boys were talking about something you didn't know they were nice enough to explain to you the things they were joking about, which also made it funny, remembering the times they were younger and they did even dumber shit, it made them all burst in laughter, the number of years that they knew each other, it was amazing, they were like brothers, you knew they were all united but you didn't know how much, and you liked watching them talk, hearing them laugh, it was great in how little time you talked to them, seemed like you already knew them for years.

Forty minutes seemed like nothing after all the time you spent talking and laughing, Alex didn't ask you to wait for him after the pub closed but you did, he said he would catch a cap and go to the club you suggested but you didn't want him to go all by himself, so you sat patiently on the cold countertop, taking the lasts sips of your beer, while you waited for Alex, he came back from the bathroom wearing a green lime shirt, a denim jacket, his hair messy as always but somehow that made him look even cuter, "Ready, love?" He asked, propping his arm to the side for you to grab it, you nodded with your head and looped your arm around his, you walked outside the pub with Alex, and grabbed a cap with him, on the way you sat close to him, he smelt nice, something sweet, something soft, he was very warm, maybe you should've brought a coat with you but you didn't expect to feel so cold, Alex saw how you shivered next to him, he opened his arms for you, signing to cover yourself with his natural warmth, it was very odd how you felt so comfortable with him already, only a few hours ago have you just met him and you felt like you knew him from always, he was kind, gentle, something about him made you feel safe, maybe it was the way his arms were around your waist, hugging you close to him not wanting to let go of you, maybe it was his heartbeat, showing he was a completely relaxed, maybe it was his cheek that rested lightly on the top of your head, but it made you feel alright.

After the cap dropped you both at the club the line wasn't as long as you both thought, only 20 minutes or less and you both were inside, trying your best to find all your friends that must be at the back of the club, it was small and very crowded, there were neon lights on the ceiling, people all over each other, hot couples making out on the dance floor, swaying to the music, teasing, laughing, it all had a good environment to you, the dark colors of the club, and the lights, made you feel in another different planet, disconnected yourself from the outside, you liked it but Alex didn't seem quite into it at first, maybe he was tired from his shift.

"Havin' a good time?" You asked him before you head deeper into the club, he raised his head and nodded, "Sure?"

"Yeah, I'm alright just wanna find Andy and the rest" He yelled in your ear, you grabbed his hand and lead the way, you knew the club like your own house, you knew where exactly could your friends be, there was a very small area of black leather settees where most of the time you all would sit there to have a rest from being up on your feet all night, by remembering the feeling of your bloody ankles from wearing those uncomfortable heels made your mouth twitch, Alex held your hand very tightly, you thought he might be nervous even though he had nothing to be nervous about, as expected, all of them were sitting on the settees chatting and drinking Margaritas, taking pictures.

"You made it!" Jamie said, immediately hugging you close to him.

"You missed me already?!" You teased him, Jamie patted your back up and down and nodded.

"Come on let's get more drinks," He said, Alex sat comfortably next to Andy while you and Jamie walked to the bar, and ordered a few more margaritas, sour vodka shots, and some tequila for the brave, "So you and Alex huh?" Jamie joked.

"Fuck off" You scoffed and rolled your eyes, "We only met a few hours ago"

"Yeah but that doesn't mean there cannot be love" He answered back grabbing two margaritas in each hand, it was funny to see him juggling with the glasses so you gave him an extra hand, you gave everyone their drink sitting next to Jamie, but he signed you to switch places so you could sit next to Alex.

"Jamie for fucks sake" You whispered.

"Come on take the sit" He insisted, you held your drink and fixed the ends of your dress, sitting next to Alex, he was a bit pissed now, baffled about the time he was up the stage and someone threw him a sweater he was very tempted to keep but he threw it away, you couldn't stop staring at his lips when he talked visually craving to feel them, lick them, bite them with the edge of your teeth, maybe it was the burning booze that made you feel so hot, and Alex made things hotter.

When the drinks emptied, it was your turn to go and ask for more, while the rest danced, Alex saw you talking with some bloke, your elbows resting flat on the countertop, one of your legs crossed over the other, seeming not too interested on him, but still trying to be as polite as possible, Alex didn't like how close the guy was talking to you, didn't like the way he was trying so hard to impress you, didn't like the way he was looking at you up and down shamelessly, the green dress you decided to wear out fitted you very smoothly, made your waist look smaller and your curves round, while it also was tight and short, it left enough for the imagination, the bloke who was drunkenly flirting with you was making you laugh, not because he was funny, he couldn't stop burping in between each of his sentences, Alex saw you laughing and walked to your way wrapping one arm around your waist.

"Hi babe" He kissed your cheek cupping your chin and wrapping his arm around you, "Who's our new friend here huh?" He said, impressed by his actions you also hugged him closer to you, not to only seemed like you two were dating but also because you wanted to be close to him, as much as possible.

"Never mind... 'course you have a boyfriend, gonna leave you two alone," The drunk bloke said, "Bye now" He waved at you both and you pushed your lips together trying to hold the laughter but once he was away both of you began to laugh.

"He was disgusting!" You said, Alex hugged you closer to him, his head falling on your shoulder, "Thanks for saving me" You said, a bit serious now.

"Is not a problem... really" He said politely, how was he like that you wondered, he was a truly caring and delicate boy, not a schizophrenic playboy who pretended to care about you only to get you to his apartment, his cute brown eyes became softer as he stared at yours, he was very handsome, suddenly the DJ had changed the song into one of your favorite songs redirecting your attention to it, your friends went running towards you, the song made you want to stand up and dance, without really thinking it, that's what you did.

Alex saw your mood change when one of your favorite songs began, he watched you carefully and upclose how your hips swayed to the music, your fingers grabbed the ends of your dress, he saw how you slowly hitched it up until he saw once again your little pink knickers, he was stunned, hypnotized by you, the feeling of his eyes on you lingered, you liked to think about the things he might be thinking, it made you feel wanted and needed by him, you approached him slowly, his eyes sparkle as he watched you in awe, "Dance with me" You whispered to his ear, he grabbed your hand giving you a small spin, pressed up against him, his hands on your waist, he didn't really know what to do, you could sense his nerves, so you put your arms on his shoulders getting closer by the second until the music stopped your faces just a few inches apart, you felt the tension building up.

"I was right," He said, you looked at him puzzled.

"Right about what?" You asked.

"'bout the way you dance" You grinned, walking closer to him.

"Why don't you take me home?" You whispered in his ear, you were aching for him a lot, you couldn't deny it any longer, or hide it, the look in his eyes sparks something peculiar, "Maybe, I could show you how I can move when I'm all alone, for your eyes only"

"Is that what you want?" You nodded with your head nibbling your lower lip, "And are you sure?" Cloyed by his sweetness, you cupped his soft pink cheeks and kissed his red chapped lips with passion, you could feel his heart racing, going deeper every time he kissed you back, his hands grasped your hips tighter, your hands lazily around his neck to pull him in closer to you, God did his lips taste so sweet, and he kissed you with great desire, but sadly you ran out of breath and your lips parted from his, he couldn't get enough of the taste of your lips, he nibbled your lower lip, a moan escaped from your mouth, the little seconds you got of air were enough to be able to kiss him for longer, the taste of your margarita lips and his natural sweetness was intoxicating, the kissing went for long but you were aching for him to take you home, you grabbed his hand and lead him to the exit.

You two waited outside, the cold air of Sheff made you shiver and hug your body, Alex after ending the call on his phone, he put his denim jacket on your shoulders, and caressed them up and down, you hummed feeling the warmth and the smell of his cologne, he looped his arms around your waist and his chin rested on your shoulders, "Warm?"

"Yes... but not enough" You said.

"What can I do to make you feel warmer?" You grinned again, looking to the side.

"Take me home"

"And do what exactly?" The sound of an engine driving close to your way, stopping right outside the club took his attention.

"I'll guess you'll find out soon" Alex opened the door for you with a grin then he came in after you, wrapping his arm around you, while he gave the taxi driver his address, you had the brilliant idea to tease him, you left some wet kisses on his neck while your hand slowly traveled up his thigh, you noticed how tense he got, the driver took off after Alex told him his address, you stopped kissing him and took a very small distance when the car begun to move, just to see how far did your teasing got you, and how impatient he was.

Not even 5 seconds later his hand took possession of your inner thigh, stroking it up and down, but there was no response from you even though you felt a small wet patch form on your underwear, that area in specific was quite sensitive for you but you tried your best to not respond, suddenly his hand went up making you feel tickles and you immediately shut your legs together, "Got ya" He said, pulling you closer to him by the elbow, his breathing close to your neck causing you to chuckle, he cupped your cheek and kissed your lips tenderly, but it didn't take long until your greedy mouth took advantage of the moment his lips parted to get some air, your tongue slipped inside his mouth, he sighed and cupped your cheek, turning the kiss into a much passionate one, the young lust got the best out of you, you didn't really care if the driver saw you, didn't care if he heard something, you knew the sounds of the cars that passed by would keep you hidden in the dark shadows of the night, your hand brushed his throbbing hard cock, he jumped up a bit, "We can't do this here" He whispered on your lips, but he kept leaning in to kiss you, your red lipstick staining his mouth.

"Who says?" Your hand began to stroke his clothed cock, you eyed the cab driver, but he was too distracted, focusing on the road, he was desperate at this point, oh how he remembered everything in the club, every gentle movement of your hips, your lips that hummed the melody of the song, the curve of your breasts, the strap of your light pink bra, and the crease of your underwear, you felt how hard he was getting, he couldn't get enough of your sweet vanilla perfume, kept fantasizing of your red lipstick all over him, you both struggled to keep it together, he was too thick, had grown so big, it was almost impossible to resist the urge to fuck right there, but you were saved by the cap suddenly stopping.

"Here, have a nice night" Alex handed out a couple of pounds and thanked him with a nod.

"Right, you too," He said politely, you didn't pay much attention to the address Alex had given to the driver, but when you saw he lived in an apartment you were shocked, most of the guys with who you had a relationship with, not only were they assholes but most of them still lived with their parents, none of them had their shit together unlike him.

He took your hand and walked with you some stairs, you'd heard about the flats in the area, close to the city center but yours was more close to home and college, you were very interested in getting to know him more, you were certainly puzzled by the young man that was next to you, holding you next to him, not in a very possessive way but more in a protective manner, his jacket hugging your body, setting aside his cuteness, he also was very fucking hot.

"This is my place," He said, you walked down the hallway, holding hands still, he searched for his keys in his pockets, patting them, he turned to you and motioned with his hand, "You see this?" He kept doing the same motion, "This is the universal symbol for keys"

"Who said that?"

"Me, it will be a thing in the future though, very certain about it" He chuckled, and you watched his smile in awe.

"Sure it will" You joked, he walked close to you, and leaned forward, you gave him a small peck on the lips but he giggled, "What?"

"I was erm... looking for me keys actualleh, I think they're in the right pocket if I remember well," He said trying his best not to sound ungrateful for the very subtle kiss you gave him.

"Oh right, right... the keys" You fetched them from the right pocket and gave them to him with a smile, "There you go"

"Thanks love" He opened the door for you and let you in first, you looked around for a moment until he sneaked behind you, kicking the door shut, turning you around to face him he put his lips on yours.

"And there I was thinking you didn't like my kissing" You teased, he rolled his eyes, taking you by surprise at how he picked you up from the ground, you squealed and giggled on his lips.

"I couldn't get enough of it" His lips were intoxicating, and you felt a huge fire igniting in the pit of your belly, he laid you down on his grey settee, your dress revealing your pink knickers, "Can I?" He asked, tugging on the hem of your knickers.

"Fuck me, for fucks sake," You said with despair, he smiled at you, "Please," You said, smiling back at him.

"Couldn't forget your kindness, couldn't you?" He pecked your lips before sliding your underwear down to your knees, he kissed your right knee, and kept going up, making you close your legs around him when he reached that sensitive spot on your inner thigh, "Alright?"

"Please..." You sighed, and he smirked, blowing cold air into your wet cunt, a shaky breath scraped your lips as his fingers spread your wetness.

"I'm gonna make you feel so good princess, I want to hear you all the time" You dipped his head in, and began to tease your clit in small circles, your legs twitched immediately, you were so tense by the feeling of his wet and hot lips on your pussy, kissing the insides of it, "You taste so good babe" He let two fingers sink inside you, gathering some of your wetness between his fingers, "Open" He pushed his fingers inside your mouth letting you taste your sweet wetness, "Suck on it" You kept sucking on his fingers harshly, while he kept licking your arousal, his tongue teased your folds, only getting you wetter by the second.

"Alex please" You begged, Alex, cupped your cheek with the palm of his hand and kissed your lips much more softly, pouring all his love into them. He wrapped your legs around his torso, the strap of your dress falling down your shoulder, your back resting on the soft cushions of his settee, you were surrounded by his familiar scent, and a moan escaped your lips when he lightly nibbled the sweet spot on your neck, he giggled at his teasing, how he had you on the edge, but it was enough for you, the teasing, the playing, you wanted things to get more serious.

You took a hold of his neck, getting on top of him, holding him down in place, "Don't mind me being on top right, baby?" He tried to flip you once more but had failed, when you wanted to be strong you would fight for it, right now you wanted to be the one with the power, "You're very cute like that" His cheeks were flushed, his mouth red and swollen for the kissing, panting.

"Take me, please"

"I'll take it whenever I want to," He tried once more to hover you over, but it led him to nowhere, you had taken over his body, you took his shirt off and threw it away, shocked by your moves he started to be alright with the idea of you taking over him, he didn't have a problem with it, but you made him feel this sort of way that he just wanted to be all over you, but now he realized you were feeling the same way, "Take your clothes off for me"He quickly unbuckled his belt, inpatient for the pulsing roughness of his dick to be smothered with your wetness, he was aching to feel you.

"I bet you're soaking wet for me, God you're so tight" Your dress was hitched up to your hips, and you took his pulsing red cock out of his boxers, he sighed when you gave him a few strokes, his eyebrows furrowed when your hot spit covered his head, your thumb made circles on his tip and your hand covered the rest of his cock with your warm spit, you felt the need to already slip it in, wanted to bounce on it, feel his hard cock inside you but a part of you wanted revenge for the teasing.

"First you're gonna fuck my thighs," Alex nodded with his head, you noticed that hint of nervousness on him though, "Have you ever done that before?"

He swallowed a lump saying no with his head, "Haven't done that..."

"Don't you want to?" You caressed his hair, and he looked at you with those puppy brown eyes nodding, "Good baby... good," Next you sat on his lap, sitting sideways so it could be easier for him to slide his cock in and out, you were the only one who still had clothes on, Alex was completely naked, his body flushed and his heartbeat could be heard, you liked making him so nervous, aroused and excited, your hand grabbed the back of his head while the other held his hand, you rubbed your thighs together causing delicious friction on his wet cock, and slowly he began to bounce your body up and down on his cock, he threw his head back sighting.

"Fuck babe" His eyes rolled back to the ceiling, his lips parting, you grabbed him by the back of his head, redirecting his gaze.

"I want you to look at me always" Alex kissed your lips passionately, putting his hand on the back of your hair, the way he kissed you, so hungry for your lips, he said to himself he could fall in love with just a kiss from your lips, he kept bouncing you on his lap, felt how his legs trembled, his breathing heavier, moans falling from his mouth to yours, you were driving him closer and closer.

"I wanna cum on your thighs babe, I love them so much... fuck you're so sexy..." He moaned your name loudly, closing his eyes shut, his glistening cum pouring over your thighs, "Oh fuck me..." He moaned when more cum poured over your thighs, panting as he came down from his high, kissing your lips he showed you how much he liked what you two just did.

"I want to fuck you, Alex," You confessed.

"Let's make a mess" He encouraged, it was nice to feel he also shared that feeling with you and wanted to make you feel undeniable pleasure, from the pocket of his jeans he fetched a black package that contained a condom, "Still sure doll?" You grabbed the condom from his hands ripping the package open with your teeth.

"Very sure" You purred, you handed him the condom and threw the trash away, you hopped on top of him, both of your legs extended, knees bent, this was sure something very new for Alex, who was used to going on top, and the same three positions but you, you were out of this world for him, "Let me bend your mind, Turner... I know you won't be sorry" He was more than ready to try something new, more if it was with someone like you.

You grasped his shoulder, he held your waist to keep you in place, you aligned him with your entrance, sliding it slowly, your tightness, the wetness made him go mad, "Fuck, you feel so tight, fucking hell" He was so thick, your walls stretched, he made you feel so full.

"Alex..." Your voice trembled, goosebumps crawled up your skin when he sunk completely inside you, and your chest reddened as he's thrusting in and out of you slowly.

"Fuck you look so fucking dirty like that darling" He had a good look at your tight cunt, watched his cock fuck it, your nipples hard, the straps of your dress falling low down your arms, legs wide open for him, your thighs shining with the lights, he felt hot sweat drip down his forehead, he watched as you rolled your hips trying to be closer to him, he wrapped his arm around your lower back, he jerked his cock back and forward, girlish moans coming out of your mouth.

"Fuck yes.... just like that Alex," You said between gritted teeth, your hands wrapped around his neck as Alex drove you closer to the edge, "Harder" You panted, "Fuck me harder..." Alex holds you strongly as his cock thrusts harder inside you, hitting your spot over and over again.

"Give it to me babe, cover me cock in your cum"

"Harder now please..." You squealed when his cock delivered a hard thrust to your cunt, he went faster and faster as he felt your walls contract, and tighten around him, and your eyes filled with tears as you felt you were coming to an end.

"Give it to me," Alex said, you sighed when the waves of pleasure took over you, "That's it babe" He felt your hot cum covering his cock, he knew by now your body would be tired, too heavy on you, but you weren't completely worn out.

"Fuck, I feel so good" You blurred out.

"I'm glad darling," He said with honesty, holding you close to him.

"Another round?" You suggested with a shaky smile.

"I was just thinking about the same," He said with a very cute smile, your head falling on his shoulder.

"This time take me to bed baby" He carried you down the hall, your legs around his torso, arms on his neck, your back felt the soft sheets of his bed, he stripped you off of your dress, looked at your body in awe, memorized every curve, every beauty spot, the shape of your thighs, the curves of your breasts, your prominent collarbone.

"You're fucking gorgeous" He pulled you to him by the legs, and threw them over his shoulders, "Gonna fuck you so good doll, scream my name when you cum" You smirked at his commands.

"Yes sir" You teased, but he teased you back rubbing the tip of his cock with your sensitive spot.

"What'd you say?" You moaned as he rubbed your clit faster.

"Yes sir," You said with a shaky tone, that same smile still not threatening to fall from your lips, his right arm secured your weak legs on his shoulders, and he pushed his cock inside your throbbing cunt going slow at first, pushing your legs shut, "Stop the teasing for fucks sake" You whined, your hands making fists with his bedsheets, holding to them with a tight grasp.

"And you're not a tease right?" With all the strength you had left, you tried to get your legs off his shoulders, but none of it worked, he holds you down in place, not even struggling to keep you there in the first place.

"Shut up and fuck me" Alex smirked, taking a very fast pace, the sound of his meat smacking against yours could be heard all over the room, his cock twitched inside you, his legs shaking as he felt each time more closer, he spread your legs, his fingers going down to rub your clit in fast circles, his cock kept pounding your cunt harder and harder, your legs couldn't stop shaking, your eyes rolled back as you let Alex take completely over you, "A-Alex Im gonna...oh fuck" You gasped for air when you felt that pressure on your stomach, you triggered a spot on Alex's body making him cum right after you, his forehead on yours, the tip of his nose brushing against yours, you felt a small tingle on your lips, and on your stomach, having his lips so close to yours only made you want to kiss him more, and that's what you did, you kissed him until you ran out of breath, until your lips were completely swollen, his arms around you he laid you down carefully on his bedsheets, he quickly went to the bathroom to clean himself up, and grab a new pair of clean boxers, you were slowly drifting off to sleep, felt so much relaxation, completely worn out now, your body felt so light.

"Can I get you some water, love?" He said.

"Mmm?" Your voice sounded a bit more throaty for the sleep.

"Oh, did I woke you up?" He whispered you giggled at his kindness, "Sorry love"

"Is alright I'm still awake, and yes thank you" He closed the door of his bedroom but when he came back, he saw you laying on your side, strands of your soft hair on your face, he sat next to you, felt how his fingertips moved your hair revealing the delicate features of your face, he followed the trace of your nose, and your eyebrows, he left a cup of water on the side you were sleeping in, he tucked himself in the covers beside you, laying your head down on his chest.

The sunlight hit Alex's bedroom floor in the early morning, he had woken up with only the outline of her silhouette on the bedsheet, she simply vanished, and he looked for her everywhere but just when he thought his girl was long gone he saw a small note next to his cup.

"Don't forget me too soon" She left the print of her red lipstick on the note, along with her number, Alex didn't think about it twice before grabbing his phone, he dialed the numbers and looked down at the floor, waiting for her.

"Missed me already?" The girl in the green dress said.

"Can't forget about you so easily, can I?" She giggled thru the line, her red lipstick was on his pillows and bedsheets, not to forget it was everywhere on his face, "And by the way, you left a small souvenir at my place" He grabbed your pink underwear from his bedsheets.

"Just to make sure you would remember me Turner" She was a very cheeky girl, and Alex loved her essence very much, it was something that stomped you off your feet.

"Couldn't forget about you ever... and about that, my mates and I have another gig today at 9, wanna come by?" He asked, a bit nervous because she stayed quiet for a long time.

"Sure," She said with excitement, "I'll see you later Turner"

"See you later, love"

A/N 

Thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed!.

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Clinomania

❤ A Valentine's Day Special! ❤

Summary || [Steve Harrington X Female Reader SMUT] Your devoted boyfriend gets creative waking you up on Valentine's day morning. 

Your Boyfriend Steve | 2.5k words | NO BETA/ SELF-EDITED, Swearing, Valentine’s Day Theme, Prompt: “Day One + Steve Harrington + Chocolate,” Established Relationship, Glasses!Steve, Food Play (Hershey’s Kisses Chocolate), Morning Sex, Body Worship, Foot Massage, Breast Humping, Oral Sex (male receiving), Anal Fingering (male receiving), Aftercare. 

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Your friends laughed at you– laughed!– when you bought a new mattress. 

"Don't you sleep at Steve's house most nights?," Jonathan inquired. 

"No, she passes out at her desk because she’s a workaholic," Robin teased. 

"You're wasting money on a bed when you should be saving up for an apartment," Nancy chastised. 

"What you’re really wasting is a perfectly good mattress," said Eddie, but he stopped grumbling the second you told him he could have your old one. 

"I think you just keep doing you, girl," Argyle added from over the phone and then proceeded to describe how he was holding both of his thumbs up. 

But you picked one from a top rated brand and jumped on the bed until the stiff springs softened. Tonight, you fall into your clean sheets and pillows and comforter in silky sleep clothes after a nice shower and you sleep like a happy little rock. 

Early in the pre-dawn morning, some muffled sounds pull your head up from the warm recess of the sleep pool. Your eyes flutter open to find someone sneaking quietly into your bedroom. You would recognize the silhouette of that luscious hair anywhere and grunt because you're not fully awake. 

You see Steve turn his head towards you in surprise. He shushes you gently and whispers, "sorry. Go back to sleep, sweetheart." 

You expected him to join you in bed but are disappointed to see his form retreating after a kiss on the forehead. It almost feels like a dream as sleep pulls you back under and the next thing you know is sweet dreams fueled by the smell of coconut and papaya. 

You dream of laying on a beach with white sands and turquoise waves. Kids play at the edge of the water, the boombox by your towel plays Blue Oyster Cult softly, and the gentle breeze blows a stray beach ball into your hands. Well, it’s actually a basketball. And a tall, lean man in bright red swim trunks crouches by your side with a flirtatious smile, brushing his pretty brown locks off his forehead and holding out his hand. 

“Sorry about that,” dreamy beach boy Steve said as you shook his hand, “gee, you’re awfully gorgeous, aren’t you? How’s about I help you with that sunscreen, doll?” 

You manage to undo the strings of your bikini top before quickly realizing that you must be dreaming. And as always, the dream slips away into memory and you open your eyes and return to your quaint, quiet bedroom which has become lightly sun filled. 

A handsome face appears above you with his wire frame glasses sliding down to the end of his aquiline nose. “Good morning, valentine.” 

“Hey Baywatch,” you mumble sleepily. 

“What,” he chuckles and adjusts his glasses. "Sleep well?" 

You moan. "So good, baby. Maybe… maybe too good…" 

"How's that?" You can't see him anymore now that he's slipped from your view and you can't turn your head. 

"I'm too comfortable, Steve," you almost sound like you're whining. "I can't get up. I can't move." 

Steve comes back into view. "Need a doctor?" 

You try to command yourself to shake your head but nothing happens. Growing slightly concerned, Steve drops a hand on your hip and his thumb absentmindedly circles your skin. It feels good too, not enough to free you from the bed's clutches. 

"Think… you just need to help me get my blood flowing," you finally said, and watched his gentle brown eyes turn hungry. 

"I can do that." 

Steve sets what sounds like a ceramic mug on your nightstand and picks something else up, then shuffles to the end of the bed before mounting it. You feel his knee bump your foot and realize you must have forgotten to use your blankets last night. 

"I was going to save this for after dinner tonight," you hear Steve start to say, "but I guess we'll be doing your presents backwards today." 

"What is it?" 

You hear a bottle open and close, then the sound of his big hands rubbing against each other moistly. "Massage oil. Get you nice and warmed up, sweetheart." 

Steve starts in at your feet, the oil warmed by his hands and easing the friction of movement. Your eyes roll back into your head at the firm pressure of his thumb making circular motions into your arch. And your boyfriend takes his time with you, not overworking nor neglecting certain muscles– just the goldilocks of massaging. He works up to your mid calf before setting your foot down to the side and switching legs. 

The silk fabric of your pants is unfortunately getting stained as he pushes it up your leg, but you can't bring yourself to mind at all as you feel him part your legs and scoot closer and closer to your core. Your blood is circulating at optimal capacity and you've never been so relaxed and yet so worked up before. 

Steve's head comes into view and he looks down at you with a fond smile, stripping your pants off completely and beginning work with his hands on the meat of your thigh. You whimper involuntarily and it only makes his smile widen. 

"Hi baby," he teases you. "How are we feeling?" 

This time, you moan appreciatively. "So good, Steve. Need you…" 

He raises an inquisitive eyebrow. "Need me to what, sweetheart?" 

Of course he is going to make you say it. Despite being close enough to your core to know how wet you were, able to see your nipples peaked under your shirt and the sweat on your neck. The back of his hand is centimeters from brushing your mound and yet he still wants you to say it. 

Stubbornly, you flatten your mouth and turn your head aside, pretending to fall back to sleep. He chuckles at your obstinance and drops a kiss on the exposed part of your neck before climbing off the bed entirely. In a panic, you whip your head around to find him and whine pathetically. 

"Where are you going?!" 

"Nowhere," he laughs, "I'm gonna wash my hands and grab something, calm down!" 

Feeling more awake, you manage to shuffle your legs into a more comfortable position and slide your arms in to start unbuttoning your shirt. Steve comes back with a box of chocolates. He takes a few into his big hand and sets the box on your nightstand where you realize there are also a few candles that hadn't been there before with black wicks and curling smoke. Steve unraps the foil from each of the chocolates and offers one to you, which you gladly open your mouth for and intentionally lick his fingers as you take it. It isn't long before he gets back in bed, but this time he straddles your hips. You glance at the comfy lounge pants on his hips and the bulge resting on your pelvis. 

“What’s that for?” You’re not too excited about food in your new bed but Steve shushes you and asks you to trust him, which you do. Then he pushes open your shirt and admires your bare chest. 

"Oh baby, for me?," he asks as if your naked breasts are a gift (and to him, they are). "You shouldn't have… but boy am I'm glad you did." 

His silly mood dials back as he begins to strategically place the little chocolates on your belly, making a trail between the valley of your breasts, mounting two next to your nipples, and placing one pointed top down in your naval. You roll your eyes but let him play, not quite getting the joke until he leans down and takes the first one, replacing it with his wet lips. 

"A kiss for a kiss," he says as he leans back with a goofy smile and chews. He takes another, inching up slowly.

"You're going to get sick from eating all that chocolate," you say lazily.

"They're minis," he shrugs and upon collection of the next Hersey's kiss, he leaves a sticky wet spot with his tongue. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I won’t leave you hanging.” 

Steve takes a chocolate from your boob and after making sure that it’s evenly melted in his mouth, he licks a stripe over your budding nipple, painting over it. The shock of hot and cold as the chocolate quickly cools has you shivering, and he repeats this action on the other side, then spends a good few minutes sucking it back up and cleaning them. 

The slick is beginning to pool inside your underwear, now having nowhere to go. And when you wiggle your hips, Steve’s stiff cock bumps the lowest part of your belly and leaves a sticky spot where pre-cum has soaked through his clothes. 

“Steve, Steve,” you whine and wiggle needily beneath him. “Please, baby, please.” 

You are moments away from full on crying, incoherent with your blooming desire but trying not to hurry him into anything. You suspect that Steve is just as down bad as you are, though he has patience galore when it comes to worshiping your body, much to your elation and sometimes dismay. 

And for once, or maybe because he can’t wait anymore either, Steve sits up and tugs his shirt over his head, the collar of his shirt accidentally pick up some of the chocolate staining his chin. The hem brushes his happy trail, revealing his freckled skin and hairy chest like a present being unwrapped. His glasses almost fall off, but he rights them once his left hand is free and tosses the shirt to the end of the bed. He’s panting now, same as you, his right hand gliding over his stomach to the waistband of his jeans and undoing his belt. 

Your mouth salivates as Steve pushes his jeans aside and the only barrier left between him and the world is Calvin Klein. Your boyfriend has always been good to you, and you can always ask him for anything you want. Impatience overwhelms you and you stop him just as his thumb catches on the waist band of his underwear. 

You crook a finger at him, then place your hands on his butt and pull, beckoning him to sit higher on your body. Away from your needy sex. He looks confused but he follows your direction, asking what you are doing until his voice trails off and he watches you smear melted chocolate from one breast to the other and lick the remains off your hands. 

The way he whispers your name makes you feel powerful. You take up his heavy cock in your hands and stroke him slowly, bringing him to full hardness and coating his shaft in chocolate. 

It's a mess in the making but you are too drunk on lust to stop. 

"Come here," you coax him to scoot just an inch closer, then settle his cock between your breasts and squeeze, forming a channel around his member and staring up at him. 

Steve could just about faint. He braces himself on his thighs and pulls his hips back and thrusts, feeling his cock slide through sticky chocolate and gathering sweat. On the second test thrust, you stick your tongue out and catch the tip which coats the appendage in pre-cum. 

"F-fuck," Steve gasps. 

Was fucking your tits the filthiest thing you two have ever done with each other? The chocolate does bring it to a close second, but no. It’s never something Steve has asked for, or mentioned being interested in, yet still some instinct inside of you drove you to it and made you feel like this was the action that would satisfy your desire to make him feel good. Pleasing you pleases him, which pleases you, and on and on in a delicate dance of kissing and rutting and caressing that makes you feel boneless and loved. 

Steve whimpers and pets his hair back only for it to flop back into his eyes. The strands are becoming damp and sticking to his forehead. You know he needs more, he always makes those sounds when he needs more to finish. So you walk your fingers around his hip and squeeze his ass, parting his cheeks as his hips stutter and his thrusts become not faster but stronger, rougher. It takes no brain cells for him to take up the task of sandwiching your boobs back over his cock for more friction– but not until after he dribbles spit on your skin to lube it up. 

Steve nods his head before you can even ask permission– he wants it– so you go ahead and slide one finger into his hole, slow and careful so as not to cause him discomfort. And Steve moans, the loudest he’s been all morning. 

“Baby…” Sweat drops from the point of his nose and he keens. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come…” 

He almost topples over when you suddenly shove him further up your chest, pulling his cock past your breasts until you can lift your head up and wrap your lips around his tip and suck. His whole body jerks unexpectedly, eyes rolling back into his head and his glasses falling off completely without him noticing. You set them aside as far as you can and push him forward again, trying to use your body to tell him what you wanted from him since your mouth was full. 

“Okay, okay…” Steve mutters as he repositions himself and begins thrusting shallowly into your mouth. 

He growls upon feeling you moan with praise, the vibrations pressing right against the sensitive underside of his tip thanks to your playful tongue. You take him further, further, his cock inches deeper until it’s about halfway and then he jerks back just in time for the first rope to paint your chin. 

Shaking and high, Steve watches through his lashes as you greedily suck and swallow his load, his whole cock pink from use beneath the mixture of chocolate and spit. You release his cock with a pop and lick the come off of your chin as best you can, then smile like a cat with creme. Adrenaline drains from his body and he feels like you did when you woke up, relaxed and tingling all over his body. He rolls to the side almost tumbling onto the floor as your bed is unexpectedly narrow compared to his and he waddles off to provide clean-up.

He does yelp when your finger pops out of his ass, not realizing you hadn’t removed it until he stepped away from the bed and his noise makes you laugh so hard your sides hurt. 

“Jesus Christ, sweetheart,” he says as he returns to wipe you down with a warm, clean washcloth. “Valentine’s Day is supposed to be about you, not blowing me!” 

“Valentine’s Day is about us,” you correct him mirthfully. “And I’ll do whatever I want with your body if you let me.” 

He chuckles and sighs, slipping into your bed and curling his arm under your shoulders until you are strewn out on his chest. His heart beats steady in his chest and is already lulling you back into the clutches of sleep. But Steve has one more thing to say before you drift off. 

“Just give me a few minutes of rest, okay? And then I’m going to spend the rest of the night until dinner– when I am taking you to Enzo’s by the way– making you feel so fucking good, you will never be able to masturbate again.”

"Promises, promises," you purr with contentment.

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that kind of devotion can't be ignored | Anarcia (5)

A/N: did not intend to drop this today but !! surprise! also happy birthday to my dog :) don't forget to check it out on ao3!

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"So, long story short she broke up with me because I forgot to text her for like, 26 hours! That's not even that long!"

"Amethyst, that's like a whole ass day. It was also the 3rd time that week."

Amethyst rolled her eyes, sticking her tongue out at Robin. "So what! I said I was a bad texter! Everyone knows that!" She retorted, gathering the four mugs from the kitchen and carefully balancing them in her arms. She made her way to the living room, setting the mugs in front of the other three girls gathered in the living room.

"I don't know, I think I'm on Robin's side. If a girl didn't text me for 26 hours, I'd think she's ghosting me." Luxx added in, Amethyst rolling her eyes at the other girl dramatically.

"That's because you're on your phone all the time! Come on Marcia, you get what I'm saying, right?"

Marcia gave her a pity smile, sending the other two girls into a fit of laughter, Amethyst faked hurt as she dramatically collapsed onto the chair. "No one understands me!" She whined, "She still has my glitter pen...I miss it."

"You know, for someone whose job is to answer phones all day, you kind of suck at answering yours." Robin hummed, sipping on her drink. "But that was a month ago, you gotta move on girl. What about that bass player from Peacock's? Didn't you say she was hot?"

Robin worked as a designer alongside Luxx, the two first meeting when they interned for the brand together back in college. Her black curly hair was tied into a ponytail with two thin braids framing her face, dressed in a white, long-sleeve crop top and baggy cargo pants. Robin was the most put-together of the friend group, she was ambitious and knew what she wanted, something Marcia found very admirable about her.

"Yeah, she was hot, but she's fucking my ex, so like..." Amethyst shrugged in response.

Amethyst was another one of Luxx's coworkers, an aspiring popstar who worked as a secretary for the brand in the meantime. She and Robin had been friends since high school, so when Luxx and Robin bonded on their internships, the group of four seemed to naturally come together and have been inseparable since. Her curly blonde hair fell just past her shoulder, and her bright and eccentric Y2K style was evident from the apartment decor and her clothes- today, a bright orange sweater and a pair of cow print pants.

"That hasn't stopped you before." Luxx cut in, causing Amethyst to groan. "Seriously girl, you need to get laid."

"Oh please, you're one to talk." Amethyst retorted back, Luxx raising her eyebrow in confusion. "Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about! Robin and I agree you and Irene need to get it over with and just hate fuck already! Like oh my god!"

Marcia watched as Luxx's face changed from one of confusion to one of disgust in a near instant. She almost choked on her drink from surprise. "WHAT? You can't be serious. Irene?" She looked between the two girls, her tone dripping with disgust. "Robin, you can't be serious. I'd expect this from Amy, but not you!"

Robin shrugged as Luxx's eyes bore into her, "I think it would help your relationship. You two argue all the time, and I, for one, would like some peace and quiet around the office." She turned away from Luxx, who was rendered speechless from shock, to address Marcia, "Marsh, how much have you heard about Irene?"

Marcia paused for a moment, recounting all the times she'd heard of Irene. "Well, now that you mention it, Luxx you do talk about her almost every day-"

"MARSHALL!" Luxx interrupted, "I'm hurt! We argue all the time because she's insufferable, she's always making these little comments to rile me up!" Luxx briefly paused before she continued, "Let me be clear. I would not fuck her if she were the last person on this Earth. If she offered me a million dollars I wouldn't." Luxx flipped her hair behind her, crossing her arms as she huffed. Marcia giggled, ignoring the glare Luxx sent her.

"She told me she teases you because she likes to get a rise out of you," Amethyst chimed in, "I told her the same thing I told you, and she might have rolled her eyes at me, but she didn't say no!"

Luxx rolled her eyes and sighed, "Whatever, it's not happening in ten million years. Why are we so focused on me all of a sudden? What about you Robin? You have any exciting escapades lately?"

"Well," Robin hummed, sipping her drink, "I've met a very nice woman. But we're taking it slow, some nice classy dates, I wanna give it some time before we make it official."

Amethyst rolled her eyes, "She's lying. She's fucking whipped for Aura."

Luxx and Marcia both ooohed at the name drop, looking back towards Robin.

"How do you know her name? And I am not whipped, that's such a lie."

"Well, I met her when I was in the kitchen having a snack, it was midnight and you kicked the poor girl out. The second time it happened, I thought I should at least know her name if this was going to be a regular occurrence. Plus, you were baking her cupcakes a few days ago- you're down bad for her, you can't lie to me!"

Robin blushed, "Oh. Well, maybe we weren't as sneaky as I thought..."

"Aura's great though," Amethyst continued, "super strong, by the way. Like I think she's a bodybuilder or something. I made her move my giant mirror, you guys know the one, so she gets a pass in my book."

Marcia smiled, "Well that's great Robin! I'm happy for you, she sounds super sweet! We'll have to meet her sometime, preferably when Amy isn't using her for manual labor."

"Yeah, she sounds great, but..." Luxx smirked, "I have to ask...is she better than Amethyst?"

Amethyst and Robin both groaned, drowning out Luxx's cackling. "Oh my god, we dated for like two weeks when we were 14!" Amethyst huffed, playfully swatting at Luxx. "You'll never let us live that down, are you? I should have never told you." Robin rolled her eyes, sighing.

"Oh, come on Luxx- we've all had questionable crushes before!" Marcia laughed, growing a bit more nervous when Luxx shot her a mischievous smile.

"Oh, like the one you have on your 'one true soulmate', Lotus?"

Marcia's face burned bright red as Amy and Robin whipped their attention towards her. There was only a moment of silence before the other girls began to bombard her with questions, Luxx laughing the entire time. The girls continued to bombard her with questions, which caused her to blush more, which only amped up their energy.

"Guys, guys! Give her a chance to speak! She can't tell you about this mystery woman if you guys keep bombarding her."

Marcia sighed with relief as the two backed off, looking at her expectantly. She composed herself before she spoke, "Well, Luxx is being dramatic...I didn't say she was my 'one true soulmate', but-"

"Marshall that is such bullshit, you literally burst through the apartment telling me you had found the love of your life."

Marcia's face grew red, followed by laughter from Amethyst and Robin. "Okay, maybe I did. In my defense, I had a lot of adrenaline! But anyways, Lotus is this local superhero, she's super strong and sweet...she's also really hot."

"So how'd you guys meet? Come on, spill!" Amethyst prompted, bouncing her leg in excitement.

Marcia recounted the story to the two girls in front of her, from her attempted kidnapping to Lotus (literally) sweeping her off of her feet. Robin leaned back in her chair, "So you don't know her identity?" Marcia shook her head, "No...not yet at least. But we didn't meet that long ago, so it doesn't feel too important right now." Robin nodded.

"So how do you even talk to her? Do you send up, like, the bat signal when you want to talk to her?" Amethyst asked, Marcia rolled her eyes and laughed. "No, no, it's nothing like that. I have to message her friend whenever I want to see her. And yes, I already stalked through her entire social media and haven't seen anyone that looks like her."

Amethyst hummed, "I don't know, I need to see her. Getting involved with a superhero can be dangerous, if you're putting your life on the line she better be smoking hot." Robin nodded along, "I agree, especially if she's the "love of your life"." Marcia groaned but obliged, scrolling through her phone to find the one decent picture she had of Lotus.

She passed it over to the girls, "So, this is from a few years ago, she looks a bit different...maybe I can take a photo with her." She suggested, watching in anticipation as Robin and Amethyst scanned the photo. Amethyst slowly nodded, "Alright...she's hot, I mean look at those muscles." Marcia blushed, "Well, I'm glad I have your approval. I think you guys would really like her."

"Just try not to get caught up in too much trouble, promise?"

"I promise, Robin."

-

A few days later, Marcia trudged into the apartment much like she had the past few days. Exhausted, she collapsed onto the couch. Luxx leaned over the couch, "Rough rehearsal?" Marcia groaned in reply, "Yeah...it was a really choreography-heavy rehearsal...my legs are so sore." Luxx hummed in understanding, "Well lucky for you, your best friend in the whole entire world made you pasta. So come on, get up!" She patted Marcia's shoulder, the blonde slowly rising.

Once they had sat down at the counter, Marcia recounted the trials and tribulations of her day to Luxx, who in turn did the same. "Have you seen Lotus recently?" Luxx casually threw in, making Marcia stop mid-pasta bite. She paused, her brain groggily trying to remember the last time she spoke to Lotus. "Oh god...no, I haven't spoken to her in like...a week. I've been so busy with rehearsal." Her mind raced- does Lotus think she doesn't like her anymore? She chided herself for her ignorance, burying her face in her hands.

"Why don't you just ask to meet her and explain what happened?" Luxx suggested, "I'm sure she'd understand. I mean, Broadway is a big deal after all." Marcia nodded, temporarily reassured. After she had cleared the dishes, she shot Sasha a text asking to meet with Lotus. By the time she was about to go to sleep, she still hadn't gotten a text back.

She lay surrounded by the darkness, staring up at the ceiling. What if Lotus hated her? Didn't want to see her anymore? She tossed and turned, trying to rid her mind of these thoughts. She huffed, trying to push the thoughts to the back of her mind. She knew she was worrying too much, Luxx would tell her as much- but she couldn't stop overthinking. Soon enough though, exhaustion took over and whisked her off to sleep.

-

The blaring of her alarm jolted Marcia out of her sleep, fumbling with her phone to turn it off. She tried to stifle a yawn as she looked at her notifications, one in particular sticking out to her.

'Sasha Colby: Lotus said she'll be there ;)'

She felt relief instantly flood through her body, a sigh of relief escaping her lips. With that, she could go about her day a little easier. She found her day seemed to pass by faster as she waited for that evening. Even rehearsal seemed to be a bit easier- although she still found herself exhausted after.

She soon found herself back at her apartment, fussing over her hair as she put the finishing touches on her outfit. She glanced at the clock, quickly shrugging on her jacket and lacing up her shoes as she headed for the door. She gave a quick goodbye to Luxx before heading out onto the bustling street.

Marcia arrived at their meeting spot, the building beside the alleyway she was almost kind of kidnapped in. She had mixed feelings about it, to say the least- they should probably meet somewhere else, but she pushed those thoughts to the side. She fiddled with her headband as she eagerly waited and watched for the girl.

"Hi, doll."

Marcia jumped as Lotus' voice appeared behind her, "Why do you always do that?! Gosh, you're going to give me a heart attack one of these days!" Lotus laughed as Marcia pouted at her, "I'm serious!"

"Oh c'mon, don't make that face! I think it's only fair considering you've been ignoring me." Lotus teased, leaning against the wall. 

Marcia flushed, "I'm sorry about that- I've been so busy with rehearsals, I just lost track of time. I swear I meant to talk to you earlier."

"Don't apologize, I figured it was something like that. I just wanted to tease you, you're cute when you're flustered."

Marcia felt her face go red as she struggled to form a reply, all while Lotus giggled at her reaction. Lotus spoke up instead, "Why don't you tell me all about rehearsals? You're doing that one show, the one about the blonde girl, right? Is it Mean Girls?"

"Legally Blonde, but you were close! Are you sure you don't mind? I can go kind of," Marcia paused, "well, kind of overboard when it comes to theatre."

"No, I don't mind at all! I want to hear about the things you're passionate about."

Marcia couldn't hide the smile creeping onto her face as she launched into the show's details- how rehearsal was going, trying on costumes, and the dreaded upcoming tech week. Lotus sat intently listening the whole time, nodding her head along and smiling at Marcia's grand gestures. She was talking about the new blocking they had received for the next number when Lotus interrupted.

"Wait, why do you have to learn two versions?"

"Because I'm Elle's, the lead, understudy. I basically have to learn her choreography and the ensembles just in case our Elle can't go on."

Lotus was silent for a moment, processing what Marcia had just told her.

"So you have to like...learn double of everything?"

Marcia nodded.

"That's fucking impressive. Seriously, I mean...wow."

Marcia beamed brightly at the compliment, "Thanks! You should come see the show, uh, if you want to that is."

"Wouldn't miss it for the world, doll."

The butterflies in her stomach erupted, leaving her speechless and her face bright red. Lotus smirked at her state, which Marcia rolled her eyes at.

"Oh!" Lotus gasped as if she just remembered something, "I want to show you something. Um, if you want to. You don't have to, I get it-"

"Are you kidding? I'd love to!"

Lotus grinned and lifted Marcia into her arms before taking off into the sky. She wrapped her arms around Lotus' neck, cheering as they took off through the sky. They weren't in the sky for long, as they touched down on top of the Manhattan bridge. Lotus held Marcia steady as she set her feet down, laughing nervously at the height.

The wind whipped her hair as she looked down, the cars looking like tiny dots passing below them. She clutched onto Lotus without even thinking about it, who wrapped her arm around her waist.

"This...this is pretty cool." Marcia exhaled, laughing again in disbelief.

"That's not even the best part- look."

Lotus guided Marcia's face with her hand to look towards the sky- a beautiful pink and orange as the sun began to set. Marcia's eyes shone as she took it all in, gasping at its beauty. She couldn't remember how long it had been since she had seen a sunset, or at least one with such a beautiful view like this.

They stood there, together, until the sun had set and the sky was purple.

"Pretty cool, right?"

Marcia nodded, "You know how to impress a girl."

Lotus smirked, very proud of herself. "I used to hang out here and watch the sunset all the time before my shifts. Gave me time to clear my head and focus on the positive. I'm glad I got to share it with you."

Marcia softened, leaning closer into Lotus. "I'm glad you did too."

Lotus rested her head on top of Marcia's, staying like that for a minute before she spoke again.

"I should get you back, I have to go on patrol soon..."

"Do you have to?"

"Unfortunately, yes. Quit pouting, you're gonna make me feel worse!" She laughed, playfully squeezing Marcia who giggled in return.

"Wait! We should take a photo to remember this!" She suggested, eagerly pulling out her phone.

"You're just trying to rope me into spending more time with you!" Lotus teased, yet she still leaned into Marcia and posed for the photo, throwing up a pair of bunny ears behind Marcia's hair.

The camera flashed, capturing this small moment in time. Marcia sighed as she took in the tranquility of it all. She wished the moment could last forever, just the two of them. But it couldn't, not for the moment anyway.

"Will you bring me back sometime?"

"I will. I promise."

-

Marcia drifted off to sleep that night thinking of the bridge, the sunset, and Lotus. She felt like she was on cloud nine, the photo they had taken now set as her home screen. Luxx teased her for it and called her a sap, and maybe she was, but it made her heart flutter every time she looked at it. She felt on top of the world as she fell asleep that night.

[sunbeamstress]

qualia 00002

cool, crisp air, baffled by tall buildings in an orderly grid.

the click-thump click-thump of boots, leather and vinyl, drumbeat ad infinitum into cracked pavement.

a louder thudding, something deeper and more visceral, barely held at bay by a pair of flimsy metal doors, paint peeling, stickers fading.

a blast of warm air and sheer noise. chthonic rhythms. distorted synth and distorted guitar leapfrogging the blade-edged pulses of the 808.

where you can hear it clothing rustles; it squeaks; it's alive, a sea of shiny and lacy and filigreed black from person to person to person. faces glowing white, painted with inverted crosses, lips like glossy PVC, hair bloody and bright or quite dark.

three girls smile at me in the corner and ply me with drinks, or when i've had too much we slip from the building and smoke a joint against its concrete cladding.

my head is swimming and i'm very, very warm. i'm penned in on both sides; nowhere to go. they're telling me i'm pretty, that i'm sweet. i'm hiding my face and my cheeks hurt - i can't stop smiling from ear to ear. they always seem to get closer and closer.

ten minutes or ten hours pass, there's no way of telling. my sneakers scrape asphalt. i'm stumbling past a crosswalk: light and dark and light and dark and light and dark. the boots corral my footsteps, keep them from veering off course, keep me from collapsing. everyone's laughing and having a great time.

black ribbons and lace trail the girl who passes us. she's tall and angular and beautiful. there's a smile on her face: oh hey, they're just like me. she's going to the place we just left. i'm never going to forget that smile.

ten minutes or ten hours pass. the girls have taken me to a hotel room. the qualia here are too many, too intimate and too lurid to describe; maybe if this were a different kind of blog.

ten minutes or ten hours pass. the sun is up. the face in the mirror looks back at me and i see little, mouth-shaped bruises on her neck; there are thin, shallow rope marks around her wrists. the eyeliner she forgot to clean off rims her eyes and smudges her cheeks. she looks really happy.

she pours the hot water with care. it shines where it rises to the neck of the teapot, then recedes at it is absorbed. she does this over and over again until it stays shining.

steam cloaks our glasses. the tea is dark and rich and brown and tastes wonderful: psilocybin, star anise, honey.

her hands are rough yet somehow soft; they feel so good skimming over my scalp, make my brain shiver. we sink into her bed and stare at the ceiling.

the phone is playing some music she made herself. it's complex and beautiful and sounds like a Jewish wedding. the ancient MIDI tones feel like nostalgia and safety and home.

something is happening to my legs and bowels. i can't tell if it's comfortable or not. there's a kind of urgent sensation, a distant, distant neighbor to itching, that makes me saw my legs together like a cricket.

i have to use the bathroom. when i return she's playing music of a different kind: corridors of time from the chrono trigger soundtrack. it's a 10 hour loop. i never get sick of it.

children have made pictures for her on the door of her closet. in the dim lighting, their stark pages stand out against dark brown wood. they've begun to float, hovering quite slowly and without incident in the air.

the room flexes where wall meets ceiling and in this moment i realize the entire house is breathing with me.

look at the ceiling, i hear. it used to be a pale shade of yellow but the colors i see are gold and green and blue. they're vivid and oh so achingly bright.

i'm laughing so hard. that sensation that had been bothering me so long ago has moved to my heart, and it feels like the purest, most formless happiness i've ever experienced.

she's touching me and i'm touching her. we're entwined as tightly as we can get. there's no longer a ceiling; i know the lights are out but sunlight bathes the room. our jutting elbows and the knurl of my wristbone and her clavicle and all of us, the rest of us, have melted together into bark and leaves and thick, soil-clogged roots.

my tears feel warm and crystalline on my face. i don't know how long i've been crying or even why - all i know is that somehow i've died.

i've never been so small or so naked. there's nothing left of me at all but the raw, vulnerable structure of my heart. i'm shaking so badly but i feel so warm.

she holds me tight and she tells me beautiful secrets; she tells me about how we made god, and we keep god alive with everything that we do, every song we sing and every person we love and even the food and water we eliminate are all ways of creating and propagating god.

i'm seeing her face for the first time, touching her hands for the first time, and all of her is so beautiful that i cry and cry again. i can't believe i never saw her like this before. i sob with my cheek buried into her palm and i kiss her wrist worshipfully and my tears course down the soft curvature of her arm.

ten minutes or ten hours pass. my body and soul are dirty sponges that have been soaked and then wrung out.

she makes me drink water; i watch my hands shake as they curl around her bottle, and she lays hers over mine, and i stare into her eyes and i drink my fill.

it feels a little like the bedroom itself: she breathes and i breathe with her.

[chessyhoward]

"Give me a twirl, Chessy!"

Her little sister's face dominated the entirety of her phone screen, so that Chess could see right up Genevieve Howard's nose. Chess suppressed a giggle, filled with an ridiculous fondness for her younger sister. Between the time zones, Chess being busy with Hazel, and Genevieve planning a wedding, the Howard sisters rarely got the time to chat. So Chess soaked up whatever time with her sister she possible could. Whether that be a quick FaceTime before bed, or walking down a busy New York street. If the other woman called, Chess always answered.

"Fine!" Chess pretended to roll her eyes, standing up and setting her phone down across the room. Propping her iPhone up against a cart filled with complimentary snacks and fancy bottled water, Chess checked her outfit in the screen, watching as Gen clapped her hands together and wolf whistled.

"It's so fancy in there. Let me see... pleather skirt, white shirt, chunky boots... Francesca Howard, is that Jaxxy's racing jacket?" gasped Gen, her voice tinny through the speakers.

Chess blushed immediately, jogging to the phone as best she could in heels so she could snatch it back up, curls bouncing around her shoulders.

"He came over last week to give Hazel her Christmas present, he might have left it behind... and it goes with my outfit!"

Chess tugged at the stiff leather, admiring herself in the outfit. She knew very little about Jax's job, except that it meant he had ownership of a very stylish nineties Ferrari jacket, something Chess had been coveting for years. Gen snorted on the other end of the phone, shaking her head.

"Tongues will wag, sis." Gen tsked, causing Chess to roll her eyes for the second time in about five minutes.

"Yeah, I'm sure everyone will think I'm bonking Jackson Otto." she laughed, flicking her hair over her shoulder. It was common knowledge in close circles that Jax had no interest in anything Chess, nor any woman had to offer, although the girls who wrote explicit Fanfiction about him from the comfort of their bedrooms had yet to catch on to this glaring fact.

At that, Chess lifted her head as she heard a rap at the door to the press room. Dropping her voice to a whisper, Chess held the reciever up to her mouth.

"I have to go, Gen. Enjoy cake tasting, okay?"

"Okay!" her sister whispered back, "break a leg, Cheshire Cat!"

Hanging up abruptly, Chess shoved her phone into the depths of Jax's jacket pocket just as the door swung open, revealing one of the most beautiful women Chess had ever seen in real life.

"Francesca?" she queried, juggling a clipboard and coffee cup so that she could hold a hand out to Chess, in a haze of strong-smelling perfume and bright smiles. "I'm Meg Davis, the social media manager."

Taking her hand, Chess gave it a soft shake, offering her a bright smile.

"Just Chess is okay, really. That's the name I use on Instagram." she explained. Meg showed all her teeth when she smiled and managed to both look incredibly sexy yet approachable at the same time. She wondered if there was a way to ask her how she did it without sounding like she was flirting.

"Alrighty, Just Chess. You want to see where the magic happens?"

Nodding eagerly, Chess shoved her hands in her pockets as she followed Meg out of the press room and out into the small studio. There were a handful of Instagram hopefuls, like herself, who had already been set loose on the models, the free samples, the table from craft services. The whole place was bustling with activity, no matter where Chess looked, a harried intern was running holding fistfuls of clothing, a model Chess had pinned to her Pinterest board a thousand times over had sprung to life and was reviewing her photos from behind the camera. The brunette's heart felt fit to burst. This was a small facet of the fashion industry, but it was the closest Chess had ever come to being on the inside. What was the quote? Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt. Chess was certain she could die happy here.

Realising Meg had been talking to her, Chess nodded eagerly, trying to tune back in to the tail end of her speech.

"... So you'll have free reign to vlog and take photos of the day, the models, and of course, the clothes. Pretty much anything you want as long as you're not in the way of the actual shoot. And then you'll be expected to put something on your feed about the free samples, ca-peesh?" she said, drawing out her words, and raising a single eyebrow at Chess to make sure she understood. Chess pressed her signature red lips together, nodding eagerly.

"Really, we just want you guys to have fun. We'll probably get some photos of you all at the end, if that's okay?"

The thought of being behind a professional camera was kind of terrifying to the young Mum. Chess was used to her own iPhone set up, her carefully posed selfies that got all of her best angles in. But she smiled and nodded nevertheless, she feared she was beginning to resemble a nodding dog, actually. Remembering to use her words she chirped, "Amazing!"

Giving Chess' arm a little squeeze, Meg dismissed herself with a, 'have fun!' and a little wave, before skittering off in her kitten heels to... do whatever social media managers did. Talk to more Instagram girlies like herself, she supposed.

Peering around at the chaos, Chess wondered where to start. Everyone else seemed so incredibly confident, chattering animatedly to their front-facing cameras and flirting with the photographer and models. She was used to doing everything from the comfort of her plush bedroom, not putting herself on blast in front of four other infuencers with higher follower counts, better equipment and more confidence than herself.

Deciding to start small, and with her favourite part, Chess wandered over to the clothing rack. Her stomach fizzed with delight as she approached the rich fabrics, feeling very much the desire to make like young Lucy Pevensie entering Narnia and dive right in, burying her face in the luxurious fabrics. She managed to contain herself, and settled for taking her phone out, swiping into the camera and starting to record.

She took a few arty shots of her running her perfectly manicured nails over the fabrics, figuring she could edit it into a bigger Instagram reel later. It would be cool to get some shots of her surroundings, work up to the scary stuff. Using her free hand, Chess shook a few dresses loose from the rack, holding each one up to the camera to show them off. They were pieces Chess could only dream of owning.

Panning away from the clothing rack, Chess began filming the overhead exposed lighting, figuring it would be good for something. Perhaps she could do a slow pan of the whole studio? Dropping her camera, Chess began to execute her, rather brilliant, idea, only to find herself filming the naked torso of a male model.

Nearly dropping her phone in shock, Chess juggled her iPhone from one hand to the other before finally catching it, holding it tight against her chest.

"Oh, sugar." Chess blushed, peering up apologetically at the man. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were..."

Chess gestured towards the man's glistening chest, trying not to stare anymore than she already had. Her eyes moved from her phone, to the man, and back again, feeling her eyes grow comically wide and her face red. Oh, she might as well give up and go home now.

"I'm here with Meg, for the... social media outreach thing? I'm not like a... sex pest."

Squeezing her phone tight, she choked out, "I'll delete your, um...shirtlessness."

[bteezxyewriter12]

Luna

Pairing- Hobi x Named Reader

Word count- 2.6k

Includes- Fluff, painful shape shifting

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Hobi POV

I kiss my girlfriend outside of the dorm, her lips so soft against mine

God, I love this girl so much

She's my everything

Pulling away she smiles at me, "See you soon Hobi"

Hopefully tomorrow because I have something I want to ask her

"Wait Jo"

She looks at the sky, slight panic in her eyes

Why is she looking there?

Is something wrong?

"I have to go Hobi", she says, panic in her voice

What is she panicking about?

Everything is fine

"Ok Jo. I just want to ask you something", I answer

"Can't it wait?"

She's acting really weird and it's throwing me off

"No aegi"

I need to talk to the managers tonight and I need to know her answer

"What is it?", she asks, her eyes looking up at the sky again, then back to me

I ignore the strangeness and talk to her, "Jo, you know tomorrow is the MAMA award show and I wanted to ask you to come with me"

"What?", she gasps her eyes snapping to mine

This is a big thing

I'd be announcing our relationship to the world

We've had to keep it hidden but I'm tired of hiding her

I want everyone to know that I have the most beautiful girl in the world

"I want to take you with me. I want to tell everyone about you. The guys are ok with it. BigHit is ok with it. I just have to tell the managers if you're coming so they can add you to the list and have everything set for you"

"Hobi...I...", she starts, smiling and holding my hands

She's going to say yes and I'm so happy

"Shit", she gasps, doubling over

"Aegi? What's wrong?", I ask panicking

She looks up at the sky again and I notice that the sun is setting

"I have to go Hobi."

"Baby what's wrong? Is something hurting you?"

"I can't.."

"Jo"

"Go away", she yells at me

I'm completely stunned

She has never yelled at me before in the two years we've been together

Ever

"Get the fuck away from me", she shouts, "Go"

She yells in pain, dropping to the ground

There's no way in hell I'm leaving her

"Aegi"

"Go"

"No! I'm not leaving you Joanne!"

She looks up at me and I gasp

Her eye color changed to yellow

Bright yellow

"Hobi go.", she chokes out, "I can't....I don't know if...."

"If what?"

I hear cracking as she screams

What the hell is that?

Is that her bones?

"If I'm going to hurt you. You....need...to"

"Aegi-"

"Run", she cries

What?

Run?

"Run Hobi"

"No"

Her body contorts and I see some bones in her arms cracking and changing

What the fuck?

I move closer to her and she screams at me, "Don't...don't touch me. Don't....you....you can't be here"

Her back cracks, bones popping, making her go on her hands and knees

I don't know what to do

I don't know how to help her

I don't know what's going on

I watch as her hands change, her fingers cracking and getting smaller

Hair starts sprouting all over her body

Holy shit...what the...

She cries out again and the next to thing I know, I'm staring at a beautiful white wolf with golden eyes staring at me

I blink, making sure I'm not seeing things

Did....did my girlfriend just change into a wolf?

Am I high?

Or just insane?

"Jo", I whisper

The wolf looks up at me, growling

Fuck

This is why she told me to run

She thinks she's going to hurt me

But I don't believe she would

She loves me like I love her

And even though she's like this, I know she's still in there

I know she knows me

And I'm not afraid

Instead of running, I kneel down and call her again

"Jo? Baby? Is that you?"

The wolf comes closer to me, still growling

I hold my hand out to her

"It's me aegi. Hobi", I say softly

She sniffs my hand, then circles around me, sniffing my clothes and my hair

This is so fucking weird

But still I don't move and wait for her

She comes back to face me and still, I don't move yet

"Baby", I whisper

She comes closer to me, then lays her head on my shoulder, nuzzling into me

I slowly wrap my arms around her, hugging her tightly

I still have no idea what is going on

All I know is that this wolf is my Joanne

I feel her heart beating against my chest and I notice that hers is beating a lot faster than mine

I lean my head against hers and run my hands along her fur

Christ my girlfriend has fur and I'm petting her

She makes a cute little sound like she's happy

I hope she is

"Aegi, why didn't you tell me?"

She makes a sound like she's answering me

"Baby, I love you. This wouldn't have made me leave you. I'm not going to lie it's weird but it's not going to chase me away"

I look up at the sky and see the full moon

I realize this is why she wouldn't see me three nights in a row every month.

Because she's a werewolf

That is still so fucking weird to think

But I'm not lying to her, I wouldn't leave her for this

If anything it's made me more curious to find out about this side of her

I'm actually surprised at how well I'm taking this and wonder if I'll freak out later

I hear the door behind me open and feel her stiffen in my arms

"It's ok aegi", I say

It's probably one of the guys

"Hoseok what the fuck are you doing? That's a fucking wolf", I hear Yoongi yelling

She starts growling, her fur standing up

"Baby"

"Where did that wolf come from?", Jin panics

"Hoseok get away from it!", Namjoon shouts

I look back to see the guys standing there in fear

She backs away from me so fast, growling and snarling at the guys

Her ears are flat against her head, in an attack stance

"Hoseok move. It's going to attack you!", Jimin yells

"Shut up", I yell, "She's not going to attack me"

"She? How the hell do you know it's a girl?", Jungkook shrieks

She snarls again and I have to admit, it sounds terrifying but I'm not afraid

I refuse to be afraid of my girlfriend

"Aegi it's ok. It's just the guys baby", I talk to her, hoping she'll calm down

"Have you fucking completely lost your mind?", Tae yells, "Why are you talking to it?"

I take a step towards her but she doesn't move

"Hoseok no!"

I hear footsteps moving to me and she gets startled, barking loudly as if she's warning the guys to stay away

I still hear whoever it is coming closer, making her bark again and back up

"Baby no", I panic

If she bolts there's no way I can catch up to her

And I don't know where she'll go or what will happen to her

Whoever is coming to me, gets there, grabbing my arm and pulling me back

Joanne yelps then turn and runs away

"No", I yell, staring to move forward to go after her

"What the fuck Hoseok?", Yoongi yells

He's the one who came to pull me away and is blocking me from following her

"Why are you trying to follow a wolf?", he shouts at me

"Because it's Joanne!", I yell

He looks at me as if I lost it

"What are you talking about?"

"That wolf is Joanne! I don't know what happened but she changed into the wolf in front of me. She thought she was going to hurt me but she didn't. Everything was fine until you all came out, screaming"

"Hoseok did you hit your head? Do you hear what you're saying?", Namjoon asks, concerned

"No. It's Joanne. I saw it"

"You're saying your girlfriend is a werewolf? C'mon Hobi you have to know how that sounds", Jungkook answers

"I know but it's true. And now she's gone. I don't know where she's going. I don't know if she's going to be hurt. I don't know what's she's done before tonight, where she is where she changes", I freak out

"Get him inside. He's delusional", Yoongi orders

"I'm not fucking delusional!", I shout

"Either way, she's gone now. So just go inside and wait until she changes back", he growls

I know he doesn't believe me

I know he's just humoring me for now

But they'll see when she comes back

"Go inside Hoseok", Namjoon commands

I glare at them, then walk past them going inside the dorm and to my room

Sitting in my bed, I'm so worried about her

But the guys are right about one thing

I have no clue where she is

I have no clue where she'd go

And all I can do is wait for her to come back

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J POV

I don't know where I'm going, I just run

I didn't hurt Hobi

I knew it was him

I was able to think and not just let the beast take over like it usually happens

I smelled him and knew it was him and I had no desire to hurt him

I let him touch me, hug me and it felt so good

But now as I run, I feel the beast trying to take over

I can't hold onto my mind as it starts slipping into animal mode

I just want to run, feel the ground under my paws, the wind in my fur

I want to smell everything and hunt

The last memories of Hobi fade away, as I run in the night

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I smell a familiar smell even though I have no idea where I am

It doesn't smell like food

Not like the rabbit I ate earlier

It doesn't smell like another wolf or an animal

I don't know what it is but I'm drawn to it

As I get closer, I see bright lights and a building

When did I come here?

Wasn't I just in the forest?

Why are there buildings?

The smell is getting stronger and it's like I can't stop myself from following it

Getting closer to the building and the smell, I see a human sitting in front of a door to the building

A human?

The smell is coming from a human?

"Baby?", I hear

Is the human talking to me?

I'm so confused

I normally stay away from humans

They want to hurt me because they're scared of me

But this human isn't

He's walking towards me slowly, calling to me

I try to growl but instead a whimper comes out

What?

I'm surprised I have no desire to attack him either

He sits down near me, legs crossed, holding his hand out to me

His scent is intoxicating and I can't stop myself from moving closer to him

It's smells like my mate

Wait- I don't have a mate

I've never met another werewolf before

"Aegi, Jo. It's me. Hobi"

Hobi?

Why do I know that name?

I can't remember

I get to his hand and smell him

He smells so good and familiar

I move around him, smelling his hair

He smells like Hobi

Hobi

That name brings me out of the fog my mind is in

I feel the beast retreating back into me and my conscience is coming back

This human is my human

This is my Hobi

My mate

My boyfriend, my love

I move back to face him and I lift my gaze to look in his eyes

"Hi baby", he says, touching the top of my head

He moves his hand on my head, petting me

Fuck it feels good

"I was worried about you baby. I was scared that you'd get hurt being out there alone"

I never want him to worry about me

I don't want to stress him out

He has enough stress

I lean my forehead against his, feeling his hand move down my back

"Are you tired aegi? You were up all night"

I am tired and I yelp as an answer

I move, climbing into Hobi's lap and laying down, my head on his knee

"Aww baby.", he says softly, still petting me

The petting is making me so sleepy so I close my eyes, waiting for sleep

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I hear voices as I start to wake up

"Why did you bring that wolf inside?", someone shrieks

"Are you fucking insane? That thing will kill us"

"If it comes after me, I'm killing it"

"I'll fucking kill you if you touch her"

I just want to sleep and keep my eyes closed

"You still think this is Joanne? C'mon Hoseok"

"Get it out of the dorm. You wanna cuddle with it, do it outside!"

I yawn, squeaking and hear, "Ok that was cute but still, it's a wild animal. It shouldn't be inside"

"I'm not putting her outside"

I'm just about to open my eyes when I feel pain starting in my limbs

Oh no

My body starts shaking as I feel my bones start to pop

My eyes burst open and I howl in pain

"What the fuck is happening?"

"Get it outside!"

My body shakes as my front leg bones pop, forming my elbows and my shoulders

My back bursts in agony as my spine realigns into a human spine

I feel my knee caps pop back into place, my finger and toe bones splitting and getting longer

My face is in excruciating pain as it changes back to human

My howls turn into human screams, my body shaking hard

The creaking and cracking stops and I breath hard, trying to not cry

I hear something drop and glass breaking

Then yelling

"What the fuck?"

"Did you see that? Did that really happen?"

"Am I drunk? Is this a dream?"

"Did that wolf just turn into Joanne?"

"She's a werewolf. Oh my god werewolves are real"

"What? How? Why? What?"

God they're talking so loud and it hurts my head

Then I feel a blanket cover me and fingers running in my hair

"Are you ok aegi?"

It's Hobi

Oh my god he saw me change

Twice

He must be so scared of me

He's going to leave me

I know it

This is too much for a person to handle

He's already stressed enough with his career, he doesn't need to be worried about me attacking him

I should of known this was going to happen

Should of known I could never hide something like this

I'm a fucking idiot

"I...I...", I stammer

"Are you sleepy baby? We can go to sleep for a while"

Sleep?

That sounds good

Then I won't have to deal with everything right now

I nod, then I feel lips kissing my cheek

"Ok baby, we can sleep"

I feel arms around me, lifting me up

"Where are you going?"

"She's tired and wants to sleep. So do I. I was up all night worrying about her"

Fuck, that is not what I wanted

He has an award show tonight, where BTS has to perform

He should of slept last night, not worrying about my dumbass

"Are we not going to talk about the fact that your girlfriend can change into a wolf?"

"No. Not now and not until I talk to her first"

"But-"

"Good night. Or good morning. Whatever", Hobi snaps

I feel movement which I guess is Hobi walking

I don't open my eyes so I'm not sure

The next thing I know, I feel something soft under me

Hobi's bed

I feel him lay down next to me, then pull me into his arms

Burying my face in his neck, I smell the same scent that brought me back here last night

His smell

I feel myself relax as I cuddle into him more

He kisses my forehead and just as I'm falling asleep, I hear him say, "I love you"

[the-widow-sisters]

Ok one more since I’m on a role.

Speaking of which..

“My life is like toilet paper” for Kate and Carol, since they both take crap from a certain blonde menace in their lives 💀😂

A/N: Thank you so much for this request, girl!!! As you know probably way too well, these two combined make up my whole personality 😂💞 I literally have so many facets of my personality that are similar to them, so it's super fun to write a fic where the two sides of myself coincide, lol 😂

Plus, if y'all have seen the Marvels teaser trailer and if you're as excited as me, please do refer to the list and send some requests for Monica and Carol or Kamala and Carol 😂💞💞💞 I'm seriously so hyped 😍

Feel free to send more requests from this list here with a platonic pair listed 🥰

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   “Did she have to learn how to use a sniper rifle and learn enough tinkering knowledge to put some kind of a powder grenade mod on it?” Carol complained aloud, looking at herself as she took in all of the many different colors covering her body at the moment.

   Kate sighed deeply, shaking her head. She was honestly not sure what to say but she completely agreed with the sentiment behind Carol’s declaration.

   Yelena had just ambushed them with a sniper rifle that she had somehow managed to rig so that it shot out hard little powder grenades that exploded and got some manner of random colored powders all over their victims. Carol and Kate had been walking back inside from a run that they had gone on together, and Yelena had taken her opportunity, obviously having been waiting for them to get back.

   They were her two favorite people to aggravate—or in Carol’s case, try to aggravate— so she must have been bored while they were gone since Natasha was having to spend so much time in meetings for the past several months with the discovery and the rising of new heroes.

   They had headed back so that they were at the front door of the compound at this point, trying to wrap up the last bits of removing the powder from their clothes and skin.

   “Like did they consider their responsibility to the world as our fellow human beings when they created that monster?” Carol desperately demanded as she dusted off her pretty white sweatpants and the loose white tank top, and Kate shook her head tiredly.

   “Y’know what I always say in times like these?” Kate finally asked as she dusted off bright blue powder from her sweatpants. Carol was dusting a purple mess off of her own, too, and she looked at her curiously as she spoke.

   “What’s that?” Carol asked, offering her a brief onceover as she reached out to Kate’s arm and softly brushed the powder from her bare shoulder. Kate smiled briefly, gratefulness in her eyes as she looked at the older woman.

   “My life’s like toilet paper. I’m either on a roll or taking crap from somebody,” Kate declared, and Carol let out a sharp bark of laughter, grinning widely.

   “Oh, wow, that’s good! Can I use that?” Carol questioned, a laugh in her voice, and Kate nodded, puffing up a little as she smiled back at her.

   She was proud that she had managed to draw a laugh from Carol. Granted, it was not an overly difficult task to make Carol laugh, but something about how happy and full it sounded when she actually offered a true, deep laugh was extremely gratifying.

   “Man… This better come out of my clothes or I’m taking Yelena Bavarian on a shopping trip with her paying,” Carol threatened, and Kate furrowed her brow, gazing at her uncertainly.

   “Yelena Bavarian?”

   “I don’t know, it’s a new one. Her hair’s kind of colored like Bavarian cream,” Carol pointed out with a shrug, seemingly deciding to finally straighten and leave her clothes be for a bit. Kate huffed, following her lead.

   “That’s pretty good. I’ve always just called her Yelena Banana,” Kate pointed out, and Carol snorted, surprise but also glee written on her face.

   “Oh my— that’s even better,” Carol complimented.

   They headed inside the compound, heading to the main room. Once they were there, Carol headed over to the couch somewhat tiredly, flopping down on it, and Kate followed suit, sitting down in the armchair sideways as she looped her legs over one arm and leaned back against the other.

   Carol let out a deep, exhausted sigh, and Kate looked at her, sensing she was about to speak up again.

   “So. Since we’re on the topic of our favorite little—”

   “Absolute delight of a human being?” Kate deadpanned a little, allowing the sarcasm to shine through, and Carol smirked, nodding to her as she continued her statement from where she left off.

   “That, I figured I’d ask you something if you’re up for answering,” Carol started, and Kate nodded, shrugging easily as she curiously looked at the older woman.

   “Yeah. I’m always up for a question,” Kate shrugged, shifting a little in her seat so only one leg was looped over the arm of the chair and her back was resting against the back of the chair at an angle.

   “Why do you let her push you around without actually getting back at her? You’ve had lots of opportunities, but you hardly ever actually take them,” Carol asked, tilting her head a little as she gazed back at her.

   Kate thought about it for a moment, considering what she would say next before finally speaking up with a slow nod.

   “Well, for two reasons I guess,” Kate finally stated. Carol whistled.

   “Two? Wow, I wasn’t really expecting one at all,” Carol confessed, surprise written in her features, and Kate huffed. Carol must have thought that it was one of those subconscious things that Kate had not put much time into thinking through.

   “You know me… Raising expectations one thing at a time,” Kate shrugged, laughing it off as she imagined all of the ways she had actually lowered expectations as opposed to raising them.

   As much as she loathed to admit it, she knew that there was probably a reason that Yelena thought of changing the phrase screwing up to Kate Bishop-ing. Yelena, of course, did not mean anything seriously bad by it, but it was the truth unfortunately. Kate was far too awkward for it not to be.

   “First, if I retaliate too much, I risk war and as you can tell by the sniper powder grenade rifle thing, no one stands a chance against Yelena in war unless it’s you or Natasha. And in terms of tactical advantage, only Natasha,” Kate explained, and Carol halfheartedly narrowed her eyes.

   “I take offense to that,” Carol told her, but her tone was too lazy for her to truly be serious. Kate just grinned at her, but allowed her face to fall back to something a bit more neutral as she prepared to state her next reason.

   “And it’s how she relates to me, I think,” Kate expressed, going on a more serious note, and Carol sobered a little as she looked at Kate and listened to her words.

   Carol slowly nodded, understanding in her eyes as she spoke up in reply.

   “Yeah, I can see that. That’s how she relates to me, too, I think,” Carol agreed, and Kate shook her head with a slight laugh.

   “And then she’s really sweet at the weirdest of times,” Kate pointed out, and Carol chuckled.

   “Yeah, I know. She hugged me for the first time the other day,” Carol huffed, and Kate’s eyes widened in shock.

   “Already?!” Kate cried. Carol looked at her with some confusion.

   “Well, she kind of hurt my feelings a while ago and she felt bad, I guess. I just never expected her to do that,” Carol raised her eyebrows, and Kate groaned, unable to help the smallest bit of jealousy and slight aggravation. Yelena really was a fickle creature.

   “Gosh, you know how long it took me to get a hug from her?!” Kate complained, and Carol raised an eyebrow.

   “What? When you got kidnapped a while back?” Carol laughed, obviously not really realizing that was truthfully the first time it happened. Kate nodded to her, and Carol’s smile quickly fell.

   “Seriously?!” Carol gaped at her, and Kate nodded emphatically.

   “Yeah! I mean, I think she thought I was getting between her and Natasha for a long time and when she finally realized that wasn’t what I was trying to do, we had to kind of go back to square one and build it from the ground up. But even then, she got fond of you super quick. So basically, what I’m saying is that you should feel really lucky,” Kate pointed out, grinning, and Carol shrugged, surprise in her gaze as she took it all in.

   “I kind of thought that she was always fond of you, too, though,” Carol acknowledged, and Kate furrowed her brow.

   “Why?” Kate could not help but laugh a little. “She’s always been picking on me and won’t hardly ever touch me like she does with you.”

   “I don’t know. Like you said, her picking on you is showing that she cares, and the not touching you thing is probably just the dynamic you guys have in her eyes. She touches meaningfully when it matters. The reason she touches Natasha so much is because she was raised with her and probably because she sees her as the older sister figure and wants that I guess approval from her,” Carol told her, amazingly insightful into this entire thing. Of course, as Kate remembered, Carol had been a little sister once.

   “You sound like you’re speaking from experience on that one,” Kate ventured softly, not pushing too far since she knew that was a sore spot. Carol moved her head in agreeance, a sadness slightly shining in her eyes before she moved on, trying to hide it.

   “And she probably doesn’t wrestle with you like she does with me because she knows she could hurt you, and she doesn’t want that,” Carol explained, and Kate slowly nodded as she offered Carol a onceover.

   “You really have a good handle on Yelena,” Kate commented, and Carol shrugged.

   “Well, yeah. I guess we just kind of think a lot alike,” Carol admitted, and Kate huffed, smiling gently. Carol grinned a little in response, and Kate opened her mouth to speak.

   However, just as she did, she heard a loud yell that sounded like it came from Yelena. Carol and Kate paused, turning in their seats to look in the direction of the noise. Yelena came practically leaping down the staircase, skipping steps as she tried to escape quickly. And right behind her was Natasha, aiming the powder grenade gun that she had made as she tried to land a hit on her younger sister.

   They ran past without a word, Yelena somewhere between laughing and panting as she attempted to get away and an evil look in Natasha’s eyes.

   Kate and Carol were dead silent for a few moments until they happened to make eye contact, and that was when they both burst into laughter.

   Yelena was certainly one of a kind. But they wouldn’t have it any other way.

[andi1904]

Pretty Little Daisys - Chapter One

♡ a/n: Hi guys! I'm so happy to finally be uploading the first chapter of this story :3

Every chapter will have a song associated with it and all the parts in bold will be the characters talking in English, otherwise, the full dialogue and thoughts are in Korean. So sorry for any mistakes, and I hope you like it a lot!! Good reading :)

♡ Chapter Song: Strawberry & Cigarettes - Troye Sivan

♡ Chapter Warnings: mentions of alcohol and alcohol use, mentions of cigarettes and cigarettes use, mentions of enteric feeding.

September.2021

There I was walking on campus, hands in my pockets and blasting Nirvana on my earphones. There’s not much to do when you have two hours of lunch between classes, other than walking around campus and just doing some people-watching. My friends decided to keep on working on the essay we needed to submit about our last class, but since I started it earlier, I was able to get this time all to myself.

The campus is no news to me since I have been here for about five years now. I’ve done an undergraduate program in Food and Animal Biotechnology, at CALS (College of Agriculture and Life Sciences of the Seoul National University) and decided to expand my studies this year, hoping to graduate as a FoodTech. In the beginning, I was pretty much reluctant about what major I wanted to go for, but since I loved chemistry, biology, and food (obviously), thought no other course would suit me. Luckily, I ended up loving this area, and I’m thinking of working on food development and research in the future. It’s a really important area, where I can develop food appropriate for people that are hospitalized and need to be fed by a nasogastric tube. Nurses need to administrate the food, but we are the ones who help to research new types of food that can be turned into a paste thin enough to fit on the tube, while also giving less bad experience to the patient. I developed a love for this type of research in my internship at one company that specialized only in this. I’m hoping I can further my studies since I’m starting a project and research on enteral feeding.

I decided to settle for a little coffee shop we have on campus, especially since it’s a pretty good day and it’s a bright sun at this time. I focus my attention on a group of people, three girls and one boy all in long white coats, while talking to someone who seems like a teacher. I thought health students had only classes on the Yeongeon Campus, not here at the Gwanak one, they’re literally on different sides of the Han River.

I kept my attention on them, and I could make out that they were international students from their looks: the guy was tall and had medium hair with some curls and freckles all over his face. His attire is simple because their coats hide almost every inch of clothing that they could be wearing, but he has long straight blue jeans. The girl next to him is almost the same height as him, with short blond hair and long trousers with some flowers printed on them. The other girl seems the older out of all of them, is black with long braided hair, put on a low ponytail, and has green trousers underneath her coat.

The last girl is the one that caught my attention the most: porcelain skin and a slim figure, she looked like every Korean’s guy dreams. She was the shortest out of the rest of the group, had black stockings with a black miniskirt and white Mary Jane’s. I could only see her hair partly since she was the one facing me, but it was black and seemed long. As for the face, the girl has the looks of a model, like an art painting portrayed by Vincent Van Gough himself. She looked Korean or Japanese at least, with sharp double-lid eyes, a beautiful jawline, a slim nose, and full strawberry-painted lips. Right under her left eye, she had two moles, only adding a unique touch to her appearance. She had the most serious face out of all of them and seemed focused.

I couldn’t tell if she acknowledged that every guy who passed by was turning heads to look at her and I could spare one or two glances in my direction, but I couldn’t tell if she was looking at me or just in my direction. They started walking away, just as I felt a pair of hands gripping my shoulders tight:

-       What are you looking at man? – Mingyu said right behind me.

-       Just thinking why the hell are health students here on this campus, weren’t they supposed to be on Yeongeon?

He turned his away around, picking up the chair from the table in front of us and sitting just across me:

-       Well, from what I’ve heard they’re nursing students from London. I guess they’re here for the next semester.

-       You’re pretty informed on this matter. – and there I rolled my eyes to him – Why aren’t they in the nursing school?

-       I guess it’s because they’re still meeting the campus here, I don’t know. – he said shrugging his shoulders – But I saw you couldn’t keep your eyes off the Korean girl.

So, you’re Korean then…

-       Well, she just cached my attention, I guess…

-       You can get to meet her, – and there my eyes lit for the very first time in a while – she’s probably going to a welcoming party that they’re hosting in NB2 Hongdae.

-       They do anything to go clubbing, but anyway, is it tonight?

-       Yup. I think you should come, Dong-Min is also coming.

-       Fine, I’ll go. Are you going to order a cab?

And he just nodded his head. Guess the universe wants us to meet up fairy.

There I stood, in front of my body-sized mirror, looking at my outfit: all-black attire, Calvin Klein t-shirt with a short-sleeved shirt, wide pants with white details, and a pair of combat boots on my feet. My hair has gotten longer, so I decided to put it on a half-up half-down style.

I think I look nice for a night out…

Finally heard the bell of my dorm ringing and I yelled that I was coming, luckily, I live alone. When I opened the door, there they stood: Mingyu and Dong-Min.

-       Cinderella can’t be late tonight, you got duties to answer to. – Mingyu started, but I looked at him with a question mark on my face.

-       Common, you’ve got to show heaven to the girl. – now it was Dong-Min forming a smirk on his lips.

-       No need to thank me, - and then I felt Mingyu's arm on my shoulders – but I just found out she’s friends with Hoseok and Minji.

Hoseok and Minji, brother and sister.

Hoseok was an acquaintance of the three of us. He had finished an undergraduate and graduate program in Physical Education and just started working at a school where my little niece studies.

On the other hand, Minji is one of our colleagues who decided to take a master’s degree in Biosystems Engineering. We did our undergraduate program together and I guess she was the only type of girl that I could speak to who wasn’t trying to shove her tongue down my throat or other places. Minji was the kind of girl who would give a helping hand, no matter who you were or how you treated her. Even though we ended up in different graduate programs, we kept in touch as much as possible and would try to hang out as a group every time we could.

-       Cool, she might be nice like Minji. Is she going tonight?

And the two of them nodded. We then left for our cab, or the latter we were, the harder it would be to get inside NB2.

As I was anticipating, NB2 was crowded to the top, mostly SNU students. Every university around here frequently hosts parties, and each one of them has its preferred club: ours is NB2. This was a club known for playing great hip-hop, but I think tonight it will be playing more international songs, just because it’s a welcoming party for the new students, and you were one of them.

The security guard gave us the bracelets after we paid our entrance and, luckily, when we got inside the environment was still quite calm, just a few people grinding on each other, but other than that nothing much was happening. We decided to go to the first floor, even though the space is smaller, the vibe is a lot better. And there I finally saw you, also full in black: an off-shoulder short dress, stockings with knee-high boots, and a bow on your half-up half-down. You also had pretty little moon earrings on your ears. I could see you close to the people that you were this morning, but then you started walking away, going to the balcony outside.

-       I know you saw her. Go outside, smoke a cigarette, and talk to her. – said Mingyu, pointing out to the exit sign leading there.

And before I knew it, my legs betrayed me and started walking by themselves while I found myself following you. Then the cold hair hit my face since it was the end of summer and September was already starting to get a little cooler at night. I decided to light a cigarette right in the corner and when I looked up, you were staring at me. I felt my heart in my throat, and it just started beating faster and faster with every step you took in my direction until you were standing in front of me, and I could finally smell your fruity perfume and see how smaller than me you were, even with heels:

-       Light my cigarette? – were the first words that came out of those strawberry lips – I forgot to buy a lighter here.

Your voice was sweet, and your eyes blinked a lot in this spare time, you were probably nervous. I’ve always been kind of keen on knowing new stuff and getting obsessed with it, that’s why I got to understand so much about body language.

I simply nodded and handed you my bluish lighter, with an opened skull with plants inside. You took a second to look at it and expressed a little smile while murmuring “cute”, then lit your cigarette and scurried your body towards mine, against the wall I was in. I decided to not end our conversation with that:

-       I’m Jeon – I initiated focusing my eyes on yours – Jeon Jeongguk.

-       Lee Areum. – you said, looking back at me.

-       You came from London, right?

-       Yeah, – you started adjusting your posture – We’ll stay for 6 months and then we’ll leave to end our program.

-       What program are you in?

-       Nursing with registration as a children’s nurse, final year, and you?

-       I’m in the first year of my graduate as a FoodTech. – you smile at this.

-       That seems cool.

I just loved how you started to speak to me with so much confidence that you skipped formal language and acted like we were the same age. Most girls do that when they’re interested in an older guy, though I don’t know if you did that on purpose or not, you’re not as easy to read as others.

-       Your Korean is pretty good.

-       I was born here. I just moved to the UK because of my degree.

Your eyes start trailing my outfit, stopping at my arm fully covered in tattoos.

-       I like them. Could even tell you were a tattoo artist.

And I found myself laughing at that. You can’t see all of them, but I can show you:

-       I’ve got more, my arm is fully closed ‘till my shoulder. - by this time, I had already finished my cigarette and you had finished yours – Mind if I buy you a shot?

To that, you never answered… Only smiled, picked my hand up, and started leading me inside, to the bar. I could see some guys eyeing us, and I knew they were jealous since you had already found your guy for the night. Mingyu and Dong-min were nowhere to be found, but I couldn’t care more, as I kept my eyes fully on the back of your head. When we got to the bar, you looked at me and asked me if “Fireball shot was ok” for me. I remember that I only drank that once since it was a rush of sugar and it only tasted like cinnamon, but I agreed.

You called out for the bartender and waited a little bit until you asked for two Fireball shots. I paid for them, and it went down as fast as it got on the table.

-       Can you take another one? I pay this time.

And to that, I wouldn’t disagree. Your voice was always so stern and so assertive in your choice, I liked your confidence. This time you asked for a Tequila Rose shot, strawberry and cream flavor, that fitted just who you were. You paid for them and took my hand again while leading us to the dancefloor. You didn’t need words to make me come after you, I just instantly followed.

Then you stopped and turned your wheels on the spot, meeting my eyes and smiling. The DJ started playing Jay Park’s “Mommae” and I finally felt your hands on my arms while we started dancing. You knew what you were doing when you let me only face your back and glued my hips to yours. My hands tried to guide you instantly, though you didn’t need it, and we stayed like that for a while.

It felt like forever, till you stopped for a while and turned again to me. Your eyes met mine again and you started traveling through my face again and again, only stopping on my lips and looking at my lip ring. My eyes instantly fall right on your lips, full and coated with a pretty pinkish lipstick. Before I knew it, your arms traveled their way to my shoulders, your body was being pulled close to mine and you were finally shutting our lips together. I paused for a second but gave in quickly.

You tasted like alcohol and cigarettes but in such a nice way. Strawberry was the strongest flavor, cinnamon was long gone ago forgotten. I bet I tasted the same as you, a taste that would always remind me of you: Strawberries and Cigarettes.

You finally pulled yourself away, staring me deep in the soul and telling me with a stern voice:

-       This is all you get for tonight. I don’t give myself this easily on the first night.

And there I blinked. Never met a girl… no, a Woman like you. You knew what you wanted, and you detailed all the rules here, instead of just letting yourself give in like girls in the past. Then I saw you turning your heels in the direction of the bathroom, but I kept frozen, now looking at your hair balancing at the rhythm of your hips, to the imaginary wind. After what seemed like an eternity of just standing there, I decided to glue myself to the wall near the women’s restroom and wait for you. Didn’t take long until I finally saw your beautiful face and found myself smiling again, such was the power you had.

-       Think I’mma call it a night, – you started – I must wake up early and prepare our next week here.

-       How are you going to the dorms? By cab? – you just nodded – Well, I can make you some company, just so you’re not alone.

-       Fine for me, just going to warn my friends that I’m leaving, don’t want no one disappearing on our second day here.

And we both laugh at that. You bid goodbye to your colleagues and turn back to my direction. This time, I was the one picking up your hand and leading us outside, since I had called the cab while you were away.

Finally, I saw the Orange Hyundai pulling up on the curb, and the registration matched the one on my phone. I opened the door to you, and we both got into the back seat. Your fingers crawled to my hand that had its palm facing down, and I intertwined our hands. Between giggles and little whispers in the ear, we finally made it to the Yeongeon dorms. You seemed so closed off, but now I finally saw you in a different light.

We swap numbers and Instagram usernames finally bidding our goodbyes. You were ready to put on your door code, but I pulled your hand and made you face me:

-       It was nice meeting you.

 And you just smiled widely and decided to steal another taste of my lips. I stayed there looking at you one last time and finally headed over to the lobby of the dorms again, after hearing a door clicking behind me. I sat on the couch there and decided to head home, even if it was still 3 AM. When I finally arrived, time flew by, and I found myself scrolling through your profile countless times.

You were a beautiful woman, my kind of woman.

And I dozed off.

The weekend rolled by quickly, as always. The only difference was that on Saturday evening, my teacher of Advanced Research Project asked me if I could give a little training to you and your colleagues regarding the project I was developing about enteric feeding into children that were under ten years old. It was the biggest project in my life and obviously, I accepted. Not only could I impress you with my knowledge, but you could give me a better understanding of that topic through a nurse’s eyes. Since then, I spent the whole time preparing a little class from the point of view of a FoodTech and preparing myself for the English part, since it was not my best quality.

And I finally stood in front of you again and your colleagues. I could see you guys back into the long white coats and could no longer see your outfits on fully. Finally, I knew all your names and saw you guys properly: the guy, Noah, in a more formal attire than the first time I saw him. The blonde, Olivia, kept her hair in two short pigtails and swapped to little yellow jeans. The taller girl, Sophia, was in a dress this time, almost to her feet.

And you… You were as beautiful as ever.

Dark blue cargo jeans and a crossed white shirt. Hair low on half-up half-down with a claw clip on the back. Soft dangling earrings and a little moon necklace… you must love the moon.

There it stood my teacher, talking to the teacher that’s guiding you guys. From what I can recall they will be planning an activity in a while, that’s the reason they asked me to give a little helping hand in here. I won’t think twice as long as I see your beautiful face again.

I just loved looking at those two moles under your eye, they were so unique. They made you, you… And there I felt my heart skipping one or two beats, every single time you looked my way. Your orbs looked bigger the more I stared at them, and I wondered if noticed that I couldn’t take my eyes off you, no matter how many people were in the room with us… I had just learned your name in English was Amanda, and it made all the sense since it meant lovable or worthy of love, and you were worthy of everyone’s love…

The teachers bid their goodbyes and I was finally alone with all of you. The nerves finally started kicking in when I felt my palms more sweaty than normal, and my heart was on my throat… I want to impress you…

-       So, my name is Jeongguk. I’m in the first year of a graduate as a FoodTech and I’m here to talk a little more about the project I’m developing, which includes a huge study on the process of making the enteric food that you guys administrate through nasogastric tubes. – to that they all nodded, so I think I’m doing a good job – Last year, on my internship to finish my undergraduate program, I stayed at a company that specialized only on this and decided to further my studies on the topic.  

I had to take a little breath, but so far so good. You keep your eyes focused on all I’m saying, that makes me happy.

-       I decided to study how to process better food for children in hospitals that are under ten years old since it’s already a traumatic experience to be fed by a tube. I can’t imagine if I was a kid that young and someone told me I couldn’t eat my favorite ice cream or my huge hamburger for a long time or forever. That’s why we are making studies on how to make the food have a little better flavor.

The session ended quickly, and I got to learn a lot about some tricks you guys have to do in the cases of food administration. By the end, we went to a classroom and did a little activity where we could taste different types of pastes that we produced and then were administered onto the tubes. Some tasted normal, others were terrible, and everyone made the most disgusting faces ever. We were able to take some good laughs from that.

Whilst we were leaving, I had to talk to you a little more:

-       Hey – I said grabbing your hand – So, I was thinking that maybe we could get some coffee before you head out to your duties.

-       Well, we have now about forty-five minutes, so I guess I can give you a little bit of my time.

The little smirk that stayed on my lips looked so well with the shy smile you were giving me. You told your colleagues to meet you at the lobby in a while and we made our way to the cafe. This place just reminds me of the very first time I saw, it when I was sitting in this exact spot, we’re at now:

-       So, what do you drink? – I asked before the waitress came in to take our order.

-       I drink anything, but milkshakes. – you said while looking away – I’m craving, hm… probably a Caramel Macchiato, I love those.

When the waitress came in to take our order, I didn’t even give you time to order for yourself: a medium Caramel Macchiato and a large Caramel Frappuccino.

You weren’t hungry yet, since you had your breakfast at the cafeteria on Yeongeon Campus.

When our orders came, we simply chit-chatted a little bit and appreciated the view, but while you were looking at the campus, I was looking at you… How beautiful you were. I had never seen someone like that, someone that made my heart skip so many beats, but still made it beat faster than it ever did…