#and I'll hop to each fic at random so you have to wait for other chapters

[homestylehughes]

bed chem.

pairing(s): quinn hughes x fem!reader

warning(s): fluff. mutual pinning. very slight slow burn. suggestive content. 18+.

wc: 1.5K

an: hi lovesss!!!! I present you with a new fic, finally. this song is loosely based off of "bed chem" by sabrina carpenter, and the one and only quinn hughes. this is one of my favorites, I'm really happy with how it turned out! I hope you all enjoy, like and reblog if you did :)

as always, much much love <3

He caught your attention in a room full of people, your eyes stuck to him like glue. Your eyes followed his every movement, watching him wordlessly from across the busy club. Watching how he interacted with the people around him, how his lips broke into a smile as he laughed at something someone said to him. 

He, whoever he was, was beautiful. From his hair, eyes, smile, everything. Not to mention how his white fitted shirt looked on him. The fit was so perfect, it almost looked like it was painted on him. You felt like a creep looking at him, but you couldn't help it. There was just something about him that was almost addictive? Something bad, but yet so so good. 

“Are you done staring at him like a creep, or are you gonna go over and say something?” your friend says besides you, snapping you out of daydream

“I wasn't looking..just observing” you say, clearing your throat, before taking a drink of the watered down cocktail in front of you in hopes to avert your gaze from the Greek god of a man in front of you. 

“Well..he and his friends just looked over here and pointed.” she giggles from besides you

“Shit. Are you joking? Youve got to be joking right?” you whisper-yell to her in a state of panic 

“Nope,” she says, popping the p.

“Oh god, yn they're coming over here now.” she says frantically 

“Oh my god” you say, moving to sit up straighter in your seat. Your eyes move to follow the very attractive man and his friends make their way over to you guys. 

“Shit he is hot, and so are his friends.” your friend gushes out besides you 

“Shut it, act normal, talk to me about something.” you say quickly, your eyes flickering to the men who are moving in closer. 

Your friend starts talking to you about something random, but you can't concentrate on her words. Your mind is locked in the man approaching, that you can't gather another thought about anything else, as you watch them in the corner of your eye. Just as they are about to reach the table, another large group of men cuts in front of them. Wrapping each of the men into hugs, yelling and smiling as they interact, with what you assume are their friends. 

“Youve got to be kidding me” she says, stopping mid sentence of her empty word ramble. 

“ well..thats, that i guess” you sign out, looking as the men pull each other to the bar in the opposite direction. 

“Guy in the white shirt is looking at you, look up look up.” she says slapping your arm 

Quickly reacting, pulling your head up. Your eyes find him quickly, as he looks back at you. Sending you a quick wink and smirk before he turns around following his friends. 

“Oh my gosh. Yn he so wants you” 

“I don't even know if i'll see him again”

“Never say never.” 

You giggle at her opsitism, before throwing the rest of your drink back, hopping out of your seat, moving to grabher hands pulling her towards the dance floor. 

“Come on! We came to have fun, right?” you shout at her, as you two giggle walking hand in hand to the dance floor. 

– 

After lots of fun, maybe too much fun and a few more drinks later. You finally make your way back to your hotel. You come back solo you might add, your friend being pulled away by a hot mysterious man who caught her attention. Leading her to follow him out of the club with a wide smile on her face. 

Sighing deeply as you stare at your shoes waiting for the elevator door to open, a few moments later a loud ding signals in the opening. Heading in quickly, and hitting your floor. Leaning your exposed back against the cool elevator door, the only thing on your mind is taking off your shoes, and washing a somewhat disappointing night out away. 

Just as the elevator is about to close, you hear a man shouting to hold the door. Pushing yourself off the wall to hit the open button. The out of breath man quickly moves in, as you look up to ask him what floor he needs, you're face to face with, hot fitted white shirt man, who's staring at you with widened eyes. 

“What floor do you need?” you ask quietly, struggling to find your words.

“Um, 69 please, oh wait you've already pressed that.” The man finally speaks to you, his deep voice filling the now closed elevator. 

“You're the girl from the club tonight.” he says looking over at you from across the elevator. 

“And you're the guy” you say

“Felt you looking at me, the whole night” he says, his words causing a blush to rise to your cheeks as you look back down at your shoes. 

“Don't be embarrassed, i was looking too.” he continues 

“I saw” you spoke 

“Almost had you too” he says 

“Almost..” you repeat to him softly, your gaze flickering between his lips and eyes. 

“Well we’re here now” he replies 

“You have 9 floors to make something happen..” you trail off 

“Quinn. My names quinn” he says 

“Yn. my names yn” 

“Well yn i only need 2 floors to make this happen” quinn says, quickly making his way over to you. One of his hands meeting your hip as the other holding your face, pulling you into him, your lips connecting as one.

The motion happens so quickly you barely have time to register what your body is doing until you're kissing him back quickly. Your hands tangle themselves into his hair as you pull yourself into his body.

You two are so wrapped up into each other that you don't even realize the elevator has stopped, the door opening slowly. 

Quinn pulls back, his lips swollen as he looks down at you. “How was that for something yn?” he says, dropping his gaze down to you. 

“I think i might need you to show me a bit more” you whisper

“Oh really?” he says as he slowly pulls you out of the elevator. 

“Mhm” you mumble to him

“Lead the way” he says, dropping his hand from you, waiting on your next move. 

You take a second to take him in natural light. Everything about him is intoxicating, you need more. No matter the cost, or how bad of an idea it could be. You don't care, not right now. Before you can give it a second thought, you're pulling him by his hand by your room. Your steps are quick, your body hot with need. 

Reaching your room quickly, dropping Quinn's hand, as you start searching for your key card, you feel Quinn's hot body against yours. His lips finding your neck and his hands back on your hips as he pulls you back against him. Your movements began to halter as he began to get lost in his touch. 

“Quinn..you have to get off me for 30 seconds so i can open the door” 

“Mhm. I know, but I'm getting impatient. I've wanted you all night.” he says against your neck, his warm breath sending chills down your body. 

“You wanna know what i've thought about and what i'm thinking about right now? Hm?” he asks 

“Yes, yes tell me” you gasp out, your hands trying to move quickly, still in search of the key. 

“How the dress would look on the floor, how your body would look against mine. How youd look all fucked out for me in my bed” he says, his lips tight to your ear. 

Just as he finishes his sentence, your hands grasp the key card in your purse. Pulling it out quickly, and tapping it against the door aggressively, pushing the door open as soon as it buzzes open. 

Quinn moves quickly, pushing you in slamming the door, and before you know it his lips are against yours as if they never left. You're quick to turn him around, your hands moving against the buttons on his shirt as he hits the bed, pulling you on top of him; your lips never once leaving each other. 

“You're dangerous” quinn says pulling away from your lips 

“Why's that?” you ask, your hands still working to unbutton his shirt. 

“I've barely had any of you, and i dont think ill ever get enough” he says looking at you

“Who said you ever have to stop, we’re just getting started” you say while unbuttoning the last button on his shirt before pushing it off his shoulders. 

Quinn responds with a look and a small smirk and you know what that means.

[holly-fixation]

Angelic Aid: Chapter 2

Summary: The humans and the Cetra used to live on the planet in harmony. Once they were even the same race entirely. But centuries of different ideals set them apart. Humans lived in industrial cities, exploiting the planet for its resources. Cetra lived everywhere as nomads, with only one city in the north to call their own, and lived off the land, not drain it. But humans got paranoid and forgot the old teachings as their resources dwindled, and what way to keep an entire group on the same side but to present them with a common enemy? The Cetra were nearly wiped out, except for the city in the north and a few stragglers that learned to fit in with the humans undetected. The small tribes were gone. They were nearly extinct. The Cetra needed any help they could get, and their last hope was the one weapon humanity didn’t have: Black Materia.

Inspired by this art by @tannarys on twitter and follow up art that is absolutely adorable

Please Enjoy!

Chapter 2: Planning

The City of the Ancients. They really couldn’t come up with a better name? Well, the Cetra live short lives compared to the Angels. And the unoriginal name did not speak for the architecture, curved and swirling structures around a clear axis, with inconsistent sizing between bases and higher floors, closer to shells of sea life than practical design of buildings. Most homes he had seen were rectangular or triangular at best, while most of these were larger in the middle than their bases, where each of their inhabitants stared at him and murmured as they made their way to the… ‘home’ of the Queen of Cetra, he assumed.

“She actually used the Black Materia?”

“Did they only send one?”

“Couldn’t she ask for more warriors?”

“He looks like a kid.”

“You feel it too, right?” 

“The Planet’s afraid…”

“Is this a joke? Did Jenova abandon our treaty?”

“Will he be enough to save the Planet?”

“What are we gonna do if he’s not enough?”

So little faith. Every Cetra had questions. At some point he would be obligated to answer them, be it on the battlefield or from a podium. He hoped for the former, much more skilled with his blade than his words, as they continued their way. Yet he watched the young princess lead away from her mother, who tugged slightly to keep her on the path.

“We’re not going home?” Aerith asked with wide eyes. 

“We’re going to the war room first,” Iflana explained. “So we can prepare as much as possible.”

So they could rewrite their defense strategy in the next twenty four hours. The little girl was confused and pouting softly while the prince understood the purpose. And your people can determine I’m their trump card. A completely practical decision. 

“Prince,” the Cetra Queen called, and he looked to her immediately with his inhuman eyes. “Please sheath your sword.”

He nodded and swiftly slid his blade into his scabbard, not realizing he was wielding it through their entire journey, the weapon an extension of himself rather than a tool in his hand. Placing his hands to his sides, the only thing keeping a hollow feeling from entering his chest was the weight of the blade resting on his right. Now they finally entered the building, one of the few rectangular structures in a city of conch and snail shells. 

There was only one table in the center of the open room, a large map taking up the entire plank while a few smaller ones with markings were scattered on top of it. Six guards lined the walls, along with some…strange creature, while three others in varying forms of clothing stood at the table. The people snapped to attention as they respected their leader, but their eyes immediately tried burning holes through the Angel that was now before them. 

“Welcome back, Your Majesty,” A blonde woman with spiky hair spoke first with a slight tremble in her voice as she regarded them all, first the queen, then the princess. “Your Highness.” Then her blue eyes turned to him, and she went silent in hesitation, turning back to the queen. “Does he know our conditions?”

Ifalna nodded before she took a breath, straightening her posture. “This,” She gestured to him with her hand, “is the Prince of Jenova: Sephiroth.”

Though there were only a few present in the room, they still murmured incoherently in response.

“He is the warrior Jenova offered, after I took genocide off the table.” Now she was addressing the blonde, as well as the rest of the room. “You are safe here.”

She sighed in relief. “Thank you…”

“Sephiroth,” She gestured to each person she introduced, and he followed with his eyes, still as a statue as he assessed the room. “This is Claudia Strife. She’s human.”

His brows knotted in surprise and confusion, glancing back at the queen. 

“She is far from the only one in the city, but she speaks to everyone of the humans here and acts as a consultant for their ideas to us.” Then she moved to the man with black hair and a small beard, whose presence was clearly an illusion. “This is Reeve Tuesti. He’s our man on the inside. He can’t actually be here. That robot of a Mog projects this image when we need to speak directly to him. Otherwise he feeds information to the android on top of Mog called Cait Sith.”

“Interesting.” He analyzed each one of them carefully.

“I hate what we’re doing to the Cetra. And this is more than I could ever contribute on the front lines.” The illusion explained. 

The prince was skeptical but said nothing.

“Finally,” she gestured to the brown haired man at the end of the table in Cetra regalia, “This is The Captain. He’s in charge of planning attacks and defenses for our people. I assume you will get to know him well.”

He responded in an emotionless tone, and none of them knew if he was honest or sarcastic, “A pleasure.” His eyes moved to the queen. “Is this why you limit my power?”

She nodded. “We don’t want genocide. Humans are capable of good. Each of them is proof of that.”

Sephiroth nodded in affirmation before addressing the room with determination in his eyes. “What’s the situation then?”

Reeve was the first to speak. “All smaller settlements of Cetra are gone. This city is the last Cetra structure still standing.” He pointed to each location he spoke of on the map in front of them. “The navy has been split up to three locations: Midgar itself, Costa del Sol, and Junon. The current plan is to send each fleet hours apart to the bone village by the end of the week, and then attack the city continuously until it falls. Current projections are showing two full days of continuous attacks on the capital.”

“We do not have the manpower to survive a raid like that,” The Captain spoke. “Their machines are too durable to take down fast enough. We focus our magic on one, we get killed by the rest. We try to face them all, it’s a massacre.”

“We have enhanced materia,” Claudia explained, holding out her own marble of green and blue. “This is at least twice as powerful as natural materia. Each mech is equipped with a different type, so each suit has a different inherent weakness from the power they draw.”

“Did you capture any of these ‘mechs’?”

The Captain shook his head. “They self-destruct when they fall. Probably to prevent us from copying their technology.”

The prince glanced down, assessing the map before him, before resuming his questioning, “...Which of these cities has the largest navy?” 

“Junon,” Reeve answered without hesitation. 

“But all of our ships were destroyed in the battle to retrieve the Black Materia,” The Captain spat. “So you are our last shot.”

He barely turned to the speaker. “Do you doubt me?”

The Captain scoffed. “You’re what, thirteen at best?”

He stared at the brown haired man, calculating in his mind. “Fifteen of your years. Does that matter?”

“Of course it does. What if you get moody and leave the battlefield? What if you’re too weak?”

“This is not my first war,” He countered, his deep voice reverberating off of the walls as he spoke sternly. “And I will not break our treaty. If you want your people to live by the end of next week, then attack their military now. I cannot guarantee all of your people’s survival if they reach this city in the numbers you threaten.”

“Then what’s your suggestion?”

The silver prince turned to the spy. “Do you know when they plan on departing?”

“The Junon navy departs in three days, Costa del Sol in four, and Midgar in five.”

“When are the least of their soldiers on duty?” He questioned, his trained warrior way of thinking cleanly cutting back to business. 

The man paused as he thought. “...Midnight to 4AM. The worst shift. Soldiers on duty are the same throughout the day, but the rest of the infantry is asleep during those hours.”

“Then in two days at 1AM, I’ll attack.”

“By yourself? You think you can handle that?” The Captain questioned harshly.

“I saw him cut through solid stone without scratching his sword.” 

All eyes suddenly locked on to the source of the response: the young princess.

Back in the Northern Crater, she watched it happen, when he slashed his mother’s image to prove he was no longer an illusion, the blade phased through her dress but sliced deep into the stone below like warm butter. “He’s strong.”

“Your Highness, this doesn’t concern you-”

“Don’t you feel how scared the Planet is?” Aerith questioned. 

“Aerith,” Ifalna scolded. 

“If the Planet’s afraid of him, then he has to be strong...” She finished softly, her green eyes moving to the ground to avoid the daggers they stared at her with

The only eyes without judgment were the angelic ones, but his gaze was unreadable to her.

The Captain sighed, resuming the meeting. “Fine, if you’re strong enough, how do you plan to get there?”

“I’m an Angel,” He stated blankly. 

The dirty look was justified, but the Captain finally surrendered his argument against the fifteen-year-old. “Then do it, if you think you can handle it.”

“Once you attack, the rest of the navy will be alerted immediately,” Reeve added. “Within minutes.”

So my next attack won’t be easy. As expected. “We can worry about that when Junon is over.”

“Junon is full of innocent people. Especially by the water, the original village,” Claudia interrupted, staring at the prince with decisive eyes. “How will you determine an enemy from a bystander?”

He paused, glancing away before speaking again. “...All higher rank uniforms are fair game. If the infantry attacks me, I will kill them. But if they don’t, I will not hunt them down.”

“So you won’t attack-”

“Anyone in any other clothing will not be harmed unless they attack me.”

“...Why wait two days?” Ifalna asked skeptically since the boy clearly had military expertise. “If we had the power, we would attack now.” 

“Most militaries have a night of revelry before embarking on missions. That’s when they’ll be vulnerable,” Sephiroth stated. “It'll only work once.”

“Can you attack more than one city that night?”

“No.” He stared at the Captain. “I can’t teleport. Communication will increase. The remaining navies will be ready when Junon falls.”

“Claudia,” The Captain turned to her, “Do you have any other way to get us a boat? Any boat?”

She thought for a moment. “I can go to The Bone Village and see if I can cash in any favors.”

He nodded, then turned to the boy. “If she gets that boat, we’ll send two of our healers with you.”

“I don’t need healers.”

“You’ve never seen this army, or its technology. You may fight with us, but you will not fight for us.” Now he spoke like a man trying to get things done. “Their mech’s are strong. Treat us as a precaution, not a necessity if it makes you feel better.”

“I cannot guarantee their safety.”

“Then figure out how.”

His Mother’s words suddenly ran through his head. “...Teach me.”

Aerith’s eyes suddenly lit up. 

Ifalna explained to the remainder. “We teach him our ways, he teaches us their ways: that was the deal I made with Jenova. Perhaps this is why.”

The Captain sighed softly. “I’ll teach you what I know. Even if it’s just a few tricks.” He groaned slightly as he thought aloud. “I can try to have something set up at dawn. But most of us are magic trained, not sword trained.”

“It’s appreciated nonetheless,” The prince returned with sentiment. 

“Then,” The Queen of Cetra addressed the room, “We have a plan. I believe this meeting is over.”

The two men nodded in agreement, but the blonde human glanced away. 

“I have one last question.” She returned her gaze to Ifalna. “It’s nearly night. What’s the plan for the prince?”

* * *

“Aerith’s bed is on the top floor. You will take this bed outside my room,” Ifalna explained to the young prince with a hand on the bed frame.

He had a confused countenance as he analyzed the floor. “It’s… no larger than the other homes.”

“Cetra do not take more than we need. I may be their ruler, but I am no exception.” She returned his confusion with a soft look of understanding. “We have slight advantages, not many. Speaking of which, I have to make us dinner.”

“You’re expected to provide for yourself as well?”

Ifalna nodded. “No one cooks for us. We take care of ourselves unless aid is necessary.”

“Hm.”

“Prince Sephiroth!” The little girl shouted from the top floor. “Come see my room!” 

He nearly groaned at the call, but the mother could see it in the slight change of his posture. 

“Just give her twenty minutes,” Ifalna spoke with understanding. “She’ll get tired soon. It’s been a long day.”

“...Indeed.” I hope you're right, he thought with a grimace. What am I supposed to learn from a child?

Ifalna held back a soft laugh. For the first time, he looked his age, even if only for a moment. “If she’s too much, just ask her to show you the city. At least then she’ll keep her eyes off you. Or ask enough questions and she’ll tire herself out.”

The prince nodded at her aid, then sighed, resigning himself to this frustrating fate before climbing up the spiral as the mother climbed down to the kitchen.  

“Sephiroth!” She called with a bit more insistence before he walked through the door. She gasped. “You’re here! What do you think?” She practically danced as pointed and ran to the many, useless objects in the small room. The proportional bed, desk, and wardrobe were the few exceptions. Pink walls, yellow carpet, various writing utensils with rainbows of variety, and fluff, yes fluff is the only word to describe this mess, in any form it could take: blankets, toys, chairs, small or large, it did not matter. Children must be an exception to only taking what’s necessary from the planet. Or at least she was. 

Aerith’s eyes were still wide with anticipation as he scanned the room, her arms still stretched in performance. 

“It’s… very you,” He answered monotonously. 

She smiled before grabbing a vase on her desk. “Do you have flowers like this on your planet?”

He squinted his eyes as he thought, analyzing the yellow flower and its oddly bent stem. “Not that I’ve seen.”

“They’re yellow lilies!” 

Is there a single calm cell in her body? Nothing is this exciting. 

“They symbolize reunion,” She explained as she took one of the flowers out of the vase and thrusted it toward him. “Take one!”

He stepped back in response, but she stepped closer to negate it. “No.”

“Why not?” She tilted her head. 

“I have no need for it.”

She giggled softly. “No one needs flowers, Sephy-”

“Do not call me that.”

“We grow them because they look pretty,” She continued without hesitation, “and then we give them to people we care about, or we put them in our hair.” She showed her example by stringing the stem of the flower into her braid, the yellow petals sticking above the center of her bow. “Or we keep them around for fun.”

“Is that your definition of fun?” He questioned moodily. “Rotting petals on your desk and in your hair?”

“We don’t keep them until they rot, Silly.”

“Stop.”

She gave a soft look of apology before returning to her tweety dimenor. “When they wilt too much, we compost them to grow more plants. Sometimes food, sometimes flowers.” She tilted her head again. “What do you do for fun on your planet?”

“...We celebrate our victories, depending on the difficulty,” He explained simply. 

“But that’s a special occasion,” She pointed out with a little wag of her finger. “That doesn’t count.”

“Why not?”

“Fun isn’t always tied to an event itself, it can happen at any time. Are you saying you don’t have hobbies?”

“I train.”

She pouted before mumbling, “That’s still not ‘fun’...”

He crossed his arms. 

After a short pause, the princess perked up. “I like to play with my stuffed animals for fun! Would you like to see?”

“How about,” He needed a way out of this, “you show me your city.”

Her eyes widened with joy. “Of course! That’s probably better for you too!” But as she headed for the door, she suddenly stopped, turning to him with a knowing look. “But you said you’d show me your wing.”

“I said ‘later’. I didn’t promise anything.” 

“Does it hurt to take it out?”

His brows knotted. “No.”

“Then why won’t you show me.”

He scanned the room with his cat-like eyes. “There’s not enough space.”

“Do your eyes widen?”

Sephiroth gave the girl a very confused look.

“You know, like a cat. Do they get bigger?”

There was a moment of silence as he tried to figure out what she was referring to. “What?”

Aerith gasped, “You don’t know what a cat is on this planet!” She grabbed the prince’s arm as she ran for her door. “Let’s go find one.”

Of course she lacked the strength to physically drag him along, but when her arms slipped off of his she jumped in the doorway until he sighed and followed. 

I’m sorry. Whatever I did, Mother, I’m sorry.

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Thanks for reading!

because I cannot write a one shot for my life

[blissfulparker]

Driving First class→T.H

Parings: mechanic!tom x reader

Summary: A bitter fight with your now ex has you taking your car instead of a train for a business trip. Although out of your pettiness and anger, your car breaks down and you are left in the middle of nowhere but luckily Tom sees your distress and the man who works on the car is your best rescue. But he works on you other ways both Physically and emotionally

Warnings: Dom!tom, sub!reader, degrading(only slightly), sex on top of a car, squirting, oral, unprotected sex (this is fictional please use protection!), orgasm denial, power struggle, Tom being scared of women for two seconds

Word count: 5.5k

A/n: yeah so idk why I got so horny all the sudden and wrote this. Tbh...I like this version of tom, whatever this is I kinda like it. Let me know what you guys think, if you want to see more or less but I present to you: the first full fic I’ve written in months!(also I know barely anything about cars so I’m sorry if it’s cringy😭)

“Fuck! Shit! Dammit! Fuck! Fuck!” You scream. Hitting your hands against the steering wheel. Such a stupid idea with a stupid end result how could you not expect it?

Taking a car instead of a plane or a train across the country to avoid your ex on a business trip. Thinking you were being more bold and brave, proving you never needed him in the first place when now you sit stranded out in the middle of nowhere with a smoking engine and only hours until sunset and you’re sweating your ass off in a suit. A suit, who the hell wears a suit on a road trip?

Your Phone only having one bar and giving you 20%, you’re doomed. Doomed to be stranded out here and either killed by a maniac or killed by a bear. If London even had bears you would be killed by one. Wanting to cry and scream and maybe a train seat next to your ex who cheated was a better option than crying in your grandpa’s old Chevy that you thought was a better idea than the Tesla or the BMW. Anything would’ve been a better idea than this one but for once you couldn’t let go of the fiery side to you and just got in a car with your middle finger to your ex thinking you were so much better than a first class seat with expensive champagne.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” You say to yourself. Your hands run over your face. As dramatic as you can be you think you feel the end coming. The smoke from the engine never dies down and the sun is getting hotter and hotter. No more bubble gum pop plays from the radio but instead the sound of birds chirping and your paranoia of a bear eating you eats at your ears. You think maybe you should’ve sent that drunk ‘I miss you’ text to your ex back two nights ago when you were drunk to maybe just feel his dick once more and get on a stupid train with him but now you are—

“Miss?” A knock at your window causes you to jump. Screaming as you are met with the face of a man and grabbing your pepper spray from the keys and pointing. Even though the window was rolled up you still point and he backs up with his hands up.

“What the fuck!” You scream as you lower the pepper spray. You don’t know when, don’t know how, but now pulled in front of you was a black SUV that was in much better shape than your car. A man who wore a tight white shirt and had sweet chocolate brown curls stood with a scared look on his face.

“I-I’m sorry! I-I wanted to make sure you were okay. I’ve seen your smoke some while back and...and you were slumped over your steering wheel and needed to make sure I didn’t need to call police.” He explained very rushed. You place your hand over your heart, calming yourself as you reached to roll down your window so you can properly talk to him. A harmless boy who was probably on his way home.

“I’m fine.” You almost groan as you put your pepper spray back down. Running your hands over your face once again. Tom takes in how nice you look, black suit and neatly painted nails, you looked expensive so what was such an expensive girl like you doing in such a dirty old car like this?

“You got smoke coming from your car, you don’t look fine miss.” He looks at the cloud that still comes from your car. He has a worried look. You hate that you make the assumption of him being a man so he will know how to fix it but at the same time he was an Angel sent from Heaven,

“The engine blew out...at least I think…” you trail off. Honestly you didn’t know anymore, The last time you worked with a car was when you were 15 and before your grandpa died. The only person who truly taught you about cars now seemed to be reincarnated into the Greek god in front of you.

“Mind if I take a look?” He asked and you nodded as you popped the hood.

Stepping out of your car you join the boy in the front. Taller than him in the heels you wore having him look up at you as if you were the Angel sent down in the moment.

He doesn’t hesitate to dig his fingers into your car. Feeling the overheated engine and you watched as his eyes went in shock and his sigh. You were fucked. Utterly fucked and no, it wasn’t by some hot guy on a plane like you wished in the moment.

“She’s busted.” He looked at you. You almost want to roll your eyes and go ‘thanks’ as if you already didn’t know that. “I might be able to fix her up, gotta take her back to the shop and see what I can do but other than that she’s no good for a ride.” He placed his hands on his hips and looked up at you again.

“You mean it’s like broken broken down?” You start to panic even more. Ruining the BMW was far more worth it than the ‘57 Chevy you drove. No one made a car like this anymore and you adored it. Every chip of paint, every dent, each faded seat you loved as your own.

“I can see what I can do.” He shrugged. He starts to walk to his car, opening the trunk to hook your busted vehicle up to his and drag it back to where he just came from. As he starts to hook up your car you only just stare, watching as he does his work. He rubs his now oily hands on his pant leg before he looks up at you.

“You wanna hop in the front?” He asked and you started walking to your car and he let out a laugh. “No I meant my car, Angel.”

The random man that pulls over on the side of the road, has you pointing your pepper spray one moment ago now has you acting like a idiot as he was so pretty and a gift sent just for you.

“Right,” you walk around to the passengers seat. “Sorry.” You cleared your throat as you sat and waited in silence. Waiting for him to come around and when he does he doesn’t say anything but just starts up the car.

“You’re not going to kill me are you?” You looked over to him who has a goofy grin on his face.

“No sweetheart.” He shakes his head and you sigh in relief. As if he would even tell you that he was going to kill you. “You’re not going to kill me are you? With that spray you’ve got?” He teased and you shook your head.

“No, and sorry, I was just panicked and you are—“ you started but he lets a low laugh that you find so attractive.

“No I get it, you’re fine.” He stared back at the road. You were so use to the city, the tall building and the blinding lights you never really got to see the beauty of London outside of it. The gorgeous countryside you never knew existed actually did. But the countryside only lasted for so long before you were in a town filled with some of the cutest shops and was like a small city. So cute and so tiny.

“You wear heels on a road trip?” He broke the silence again and this time you’re looking at the four inch shoes.

“I-well-“ you looked and sounded like a proper idiot. You worked for one of London’s best businesses and now you were stumbling over your words, “well...yes? I’m on a business trip.” You admit and he looks back at the busted vehicle.

“I don’t know what business you work for but them sending you in a—“ he starts and you shake your head.

“No, no, that is mine. I thought—I didn’t want to go on a train and—it’s just complicated. A complicated stupid mess.” You tell him and he tilts his head as if he was agreeing.

“Well, I’ll see how well I can get you out of the complicated stupid mess.” He flashed a smile before he turned into what looked like a garage. A large garage that was filled with cars of all types, from new to old there were cars that had looked like they had been worked on for days as Tom pulled his car up and turned it off.

“We have some water in the front if you need some and there's a bathroom in the back. Make yourself a home, I'll get started.” and so for once, instead of just staring at him as if he was a piece of art hanging in the louvre, you search for the bathroom and the water he was talking about.

Leaving him to pop back open your hood, you walk into the bathroom and run cold water over your face. Feeling yourself relax at the feeling of finally getting the heat from the sun out of your face. Facing yourself in the mirror, you stare long and hard at yourself. The dimly lit bathroom, the achy feeling in your feet from being so stupid and wearing heels, the fact you broke down in god know what part of london but now you are in a mechanic shop and you are letting some random person fix up your beloved car.

“Should’ve just gotten on the train.” you groan as you take a paper towel and dry your face. Reaching for the door and walking back out to the garage where tom was now in a white tank top that was stained black all over, he had a towel over his shoulder as he worked at your car. You try to swallow the lump in your throat as you are completely mesmerized by the man in front of you.

Should've gotten on the train. Should've gotten on the train. Should've gotten on the train.

“Fuck!” Tom almost hits his head on the hood of the car as he sees you. You think he had curly hair at the start, now he had hair that kind of stuck to his forehead from the heat and sweat of your car. His hands are covered in black oils and he wipes them on the towel. “You scared me.” he lets out a breath as if he held it in and you take a seat at the stool next to the table filled with tools as he walks over to it.

“Sorry,” you say as you look at the car and try not to make it obvious you want to fuck him right now. A complete stranger that picked you up, you want to fuck. What if he did want to kill you? What if he had a girlfriend? Or boyfriend? Or a family of kids? What if-

“You hear me?” he was closer to you than ever and you felt your whole body go weak.

“I'm so sorry,” you shake your head. “What did you say?’

He lets out that stupid pretty laugh of his again as he puts tools back in the tool box. Cleaning up the mess he just made he repeats himself.

“I said, your car is so old that they don't make the part I need to fix her up anymore. Luckily I know a guy who has the part but it will take a few days to come in. the engine is completely busted and i think if i go a year up in model I can put it in just right. But for now she needs to cool off. She’s not gonna be able to drive for a while.” he gives you almost a pout and you slouch your shoulders.

“So I'm screwed?” your brows raised and he gave you a pressed lipped look.

“Im sorry angel, I got a spare room at my place or there is a bed and breakfast up the road I can drop you off at but for now there is nothing I can do.” he says and you sigh. Maybe you want to cry, scream, throw something but Tom notices it all at once as he watches your head drop.

Tom grew up around boys. His whole life was wrestling with his brothers and working on cars. He never dealt with girls crying. Even when he had girlfriends they typically left when they were crying but now he has a crying girl right under his roof after he worked on her car. It did take everything in him to not ask why she used the old thing but he knew a lot more was happening than just a beat down old car.

“I'm sorry. I should thank you, not cry.” you sniffled as you looked up at him who was on his knees crouched down for you. Face to face, he had a concerned look.

“I have a feeling that car isn't why you’re crying.” he didn't know how to play therapist and mechanic but tonight he would.

“I was so stupid not to just get on the train. God, I would have already been there by now and all because I didnt want to sit next to my stupid cheating ex who I thought I was so much better than if I just got in this old thing and drove there myself.” you wipe your eyes and he hands you a tissue but you shake your head.

“He sounds like a shit guy.” He spoke and you nodded.

“He is, but he was the only one that gave a shit about me and now I'm here like an idiot. Well, not an idiot...no, yeah. An idiot. You're really nice and sweet though so thank you.” you try and give him a smile and he stands up.

“Get up.” he groans a bit as he stretches his legs. “C’mon sweets, get up. I’m not going to let you cry over a guy who treated you like shit. You drink?” he asked and you nodded. “I have some beer in the fridge, you already had a shit day let's not cry about it.”

You don't know if you wanted to throw the wrench at him or if you needed him to say that. Either way he sets an ice cold beer in front of you and pops open the top for you.

Probably making more money than everyone in this town, you never thought you would plop down on a nearly broken bar stool in the middle of a car mechanic shop and drink away your feelings with a random man you just met today. You didnt even know his name, nor did he know yours but he listened to everything you had to say about your ex boyfriend who was probably fucking some model right now while you for once felt like you didnt have to play pretend nice in front of someone. How you don't know what god above sent this man in front of you but he did and he listened to each of your problems, nodding and not saying anything back as he just listened to everything.

“I used to work on cars too.” you look over at the cars and he raises his brows.you had finally stopped crying so much, realizing what was happening and where you were but you felt like a weight was taken off your shoulders when you told him everything. Not even your best friend could make you feel like that.

“Penthouse princess used to work on cars?” he teased and you only nudged his shoulder.

“Wow, penthouse princess?” you repeat back to him with a playful smile and he nods.

“Never got your name and you live in a penthouse and act like a princess.” he takes a sip of his beer and you finally extend your hand to meet his.

“(y/n).” you shook his dirty one but wow were his hands thick. You could feel each callous and feel each crooked finger. Your mind went to dirty places and you think maybe he caught on as he watched your legs cross over themselves as you shook his hand.

“Tom.” his thumb swiped over yours as he shook your hand. The feeling made you swallow hard and him smirk just a bit for himself. Before you could get too comfy you walked over to a truck that already had its hood popped open. You stumble a bit in your heels and the uneven ground and Tom is quick to follow you to make sure you don't hurt yourself.

“That's the engine.” you point. And he nods, his hand is on his hips as he watches you point and explain. “That's the brake pad, that's where you put in the oil…” you trail on and Tom nods as you get everything correct.

“Very good, darling.” he nods impressed and you look over at him with a smirk.

“What? No penthouse princess?” you're close to him. You didn't realize how close he was to you before you turned around and are almost chest to chest with him.

“Mmh, you have a preference?” he teased and you look down at your feet. You're still taller than him, but you think even without the heels on you would be either taller or the same height as him. You were always told that you were the one in control, always the one in demand which seemed to be a complaint by your ex.

“Mmh,” you lean in close enough to where your chest is gently pressed against his. “I'm not sure yet.” you let your hand go to the strap of his tank top, its dirty with oil before you let your hands go down and touch the muscle. Feeling just how strong he was, he was pretty tanned too. He was both toned and tanned as he watched your hands trail down to the bottom of his shirt.

His hands rested on your waist. Holding you tight in place and maybe in the moment he was the shorter on but he was always in control. Always.

“You seem so indecisive, do you want to drive or get on a train? Get back with a man or stay away? You don't even know where you want to sleep at night but you still act like you're so in control.” he almost mocks, giving you the same pout you had throughout the entire night and it shocked you.

“I know what I want.” you nearly snarl back and he clicks his tongue.

“Yeah?” he almost whispers as he leans in for your ear. “Prove it.”

You don't know when or how but his lips quickly land on yours. In a rough fight for dominance he has his hands wrapped around your thighs and has you picked up and laid down on one of the cars with a hood down. You don't realize it's your car with his hood down until you brace yourself on the hood. Stripping of your suit jacket and fiddling with your pants button but tom is already on it. He's down on his knees, undoing the straps of your shoes as he lets his hands go up and undo the buttons of your pants. Having you nearly completely naked in front of him, that's not exactly what he was going for as he picks you up from the hood as has you on your knees in front of him.

“Was so cute, you thought you were going to get exactly what you wanted.” his hand was dirty as it stroked your face but landed a grip on your chin. Pulling you in close, your head in between his thighs looking up at him with pleading eyes. You almost whimper, you were on your knees for a man you didn't know and you were almost whimpering.

“Dont act stupid.” he nearly spit at you as he leaned back. Your hands are going to unzip his pants but he stops you. Forcing you to rest your hands on his thighs as he pulls himself out of his pants. You swallowed hard as he was bigger than you had expected--far bigger than your ex as you felt like your mouth was watering as he used his thumb to stroke over the tip.

“Stick your tongue out.” he told you. You gladly stuck your tongue out with your mouth wide and ready to take him. He had one grip on your jaw and the other guiding his cock into your mouth. You start to suck but that's not what he wanted. He held your jaw in place as he thrusted up into you.

“Thats a good girl,” he hissed as he used your mouth as if it was his own personal toy. You reached to stroke what couldnt fit in your mouth and he let out an airy laugh. “What a little whore you are.” he shook his head. “So desperate, is this not enough for you? Sucking on my cock not enough for you?” he taunted you and you only moan—or at least try to moan and he laughs.

“What was that darling? I can't seem to hear you?” he teased and you only whined more with your mouth around him. You play a game with yourself where you think you can make him cum like this. Making him cum this early would mean that you always were more incharge from the start. But you barely know him, you don't know how long he can last.

“Get up.” he pulls your head off of him. His cock still hard as it fell onto his stomach and you were drooling with his precum. Your eyes don't even look up at him you look at the redness of his cock, how you want more of it and maybe you were the whore like he said.

“Look at me,” he pulled you up, now face to face with him. His hand that was free slips in between thighs, teasing as he gets closer and closer to your core and he clicks his tongue again. “Such a dirty girl, don't even want to look at me, say thank you, you just look at my cock wanting more. You want more?” he strokes your cheek and you nod. “What was that? A moment ago I thought I was talking to one of the richest girls in London but now I feel like I'm talking to just some whore--” he starts to talk but your lips are already on his. You straddle his hips. Extremely unsturdy but he quickly picks you up and flips you over. As much as he'd loved to see what you look like on top of him. Tits bouncing for him and trying to hold on, here was not the best place. He would get a better view later, he just knew it.

For now he flips you over on your stomach. You're pressed up against the car as he wraps his hand around your waist and uses his fingers for a bit.

“So fucking tight.” he slides in slowly at first. Making you gasp and him hiss. “That other boy fuck you like this?” he asked but you were too busy trying to feel more of him. His hand comes down to your ass and in shock you yelp. “I asked you a question, don't say you don't know manners either.'' He was close to your ear and you shook your head no.

“No!” you nearly cry out as he pushes into you. Completely filling you up. You feel tears perk at the corner of your eyes for how desperately you needed him. You even push back on him and he lets out a soft laugh. “H-he's never fucked me like this, god tom please move!” you cry out. His hands come to your waist and he clicks his tongue again.

“Since you asked so nicely.” he teased as he pulled himself fully out and pushed himself fully back in. you cry out, not caring who heard you, you cried out as he fucked into you like you two were the last people on earth.

“Fuck youre so tight.” he threw his head back as he held on to your hips. You felt yourself give up under him. There was no use in you trying to take control anymore when he did this to you. Had you dumbed down just for his dick.

“I need to cum tom.” you cry out. You try and open your eyes to look back at him who has created a rhythm for your body. His head is thrown back and he shakes his head.

“No.” was all he said and you nearly cry more. “Not yet.” was all he said as he went faster.

“Please, please, please.” you begged between a mixture of moans and cries. Reaching back to hold his hands but he quickly moved them to wrap around your waist and touch your clit. Using his thumb to rub gentle circles you nearly

“So cute when you whine like that.” he chuckled. You felt him twitch, knowing he was close too, you clenched your walls around him. You could barely hear his gasp but you have your cheek pushed up against the hood of your car that got you here in the first place.

“Fuck,” he struglld to moan out. “C-Cum for me.” he sped up and your whole body went numb. You swear you pass out for a moment as all you hear are his moans and the sudden feeling of him stopping.

Both heavy breathing you slowly move yourself to get up, at least turn yourself around so you can face a clearly stunned tom. His mouth open just a bit and his eyes are wide.

“Y-you squirted.” he tells you and suddenly you go from feeling like the sexiest person alive to feeling your body heat up in full embarrassment.

“I-i'm so sorry i-i didn't know-” you start to stammer as you reach for your shirt to clean him up but he shakes his head still trying to catch his breath.

“No, It was hot.” he says as his shock turns into a small smirk, cocky that he was able to do that. “Fuck, have you ever done that before?” he asked.

Your cheeks heated up, even though he couldn't see the clear embarrassment you nodded. One time, years ago when you were by yourself. You hadn't touched yourself in over a month and it was just the highest setting of your vibe and the hottest porn star you could find that had done it to you. Never ever had an actual man been able to make you do that. Hell, you were lucky if your ex even made you cum.

“O-Once, once but I was by myself.” you swallowed hard, you could already see the smirk on his face as he knew he was so much better than anyone you had ever had. He didn't even know your ex partners but if he could get you to do that the first time he fucked you then even you knew you didn't need anyone else.

He uses his clean shirt to clean you up. Helping you slip back on your underwear and making sure that you could still walk--you barely could. He helps you into his car. Letting you cool down a bit before he drove out of the garage, driving down the road and it was only about a minute until you arrived at the cutest house you had ever seen.

He lifted you out and brought you inside, passing you clothes that were far better to sleep in than a suit and your completely ruined underwear, you found yourself getting comfy under his bedsheets.

“So im guessing im not going to the bed and breakfast for the night?” you nuzzled into the sheets that smelt of ocean spray and cedarwood. This man was some sort of god, you swore on it.

“Hmm, no. unless you still want to.” he slides under the sheets himself. His hands dont touch you but you gladly lean in and wrap your arms around him. He at first stills, stiffens his whole body before he relaxes for you. He didn't even know what he was thinking. First he helps the pretty girl he worried was dead on the side of the road and now he has her in his bed after having one of the best orgasms of his life.

“No,” you hum against his chest. “If you don't mind.” but it wasn't a question. This time you take control over the situation and fall quickly asleep in his arms. He only lays there, waiting for you to find yourself fully asleep.

Fuck that stupid train, fuck your stupid ex, and fuck him.

-

Dark roast and sizzling eggs fill your nose. You wake up with puffy eyes, from crying last night embarrassingly in Tom's arms you look down and see you're only in a random stained tee and your underwear. In a way,you thought you hit your head hard enough on the steering wheel that all of this was a dream but it was real. You lay in a grey sheeted bed and hear the sound of music come from the kitchen.

Ideally, if you got on the train, you would have woken up in a hotel with a view of the city and probably eat half of a bagel and drink rich coffee from the breakfast bar before being off to your first conference of the day. But you were instead naked in the bed of a man who was helping you fix your car.

You stumble out of the bed, your legs wobbly, feeling as if you did a hardcore work out you nearly wince. What the man did was something you swore was only in porn. You don't know what kind of magic fucked him over while he works on cars but his fingers were skilled.

“Woah, woah,” Tom came over to you. Plaid boxers and no shirt, you think you died and went to heaven. Your car exploded and you died and went to heaven and if this is what it was then you were perfectly okay with that. “You okay?”

You nod, sitting at the island and only watching him. You knew you had to say a word soon but you didn't know what to say.

“Not so sure how you liked your eggs so I made them scrambled because that's personally how I like them but I can make them any other way you like-” he starts to go off and you only nod.

“No, I like scrambled.” When was the last time you had a breakfast like this? You grew up with servants and your parents are always gone. You never had a breakfast as simple as this.

He gave you a smile, you walked over to the coffee machine and poured coffee into the mug that was already out.

“Not sure if you were a coffee or tea type of person, if you-” before you could listen to his ramble again you shook your head.

“I like coffee. Coffee for the morning and tea typically in the evening.” you tell him and he gives a smile and a sweet nod.

“Me too.” was all he said before he remembered what was happening. “Hey, when do you have to be at that business trip? Or whatever it was?” you nearly spit out the coffee as he brings it up. You knew everything that was happening but honestly you were holding on to the concept you died and went to heaven but you had a conference in probably an hour and who the hell knows where you are.

“You know what,” your heart suddenly calms down. The panic subsides as you take another sip of that coffee. “Fuck them. They have waited for others before and they can wait for me. Fuck the trip, fuck the car and fuck my ex.” you felt good saying it. Tom slid you a plate of eggs and toast and you smiled.

“The car is still better than the train?” He remembers how all of this is about you and your ex fighting and you not wanting to sit on the train next to him.

With a smile, with everything that had happened within the past 24 hours, you pick up the plate and turn to tom.

“I don't think I should've taken the train.”

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For the ask game! 1, 10, and 30!

Hiya Andy! I almost fell asleep mid answering this jfkdkgkdkf i hate being sick andyyyy 😭

1. What fic of yours would you recommend to someone who had never read any of your work? (In other words, what do you think is the best introduction to your fics?)

I'd def send a link to my masterlist/ao3 instead of giving just some work hahah!! What's a best introduction according to me could be a very meh work according to them, they need to pick whichever ones speaks to them based on looks! Even in my masterlist i add the work's tags hopping that it gives a better impression of what's going on than just character + title + genre... If it's a person I know I'll try to assign them a fic though >:)

10. How do you decide what to write?

In any given moment I have about 40 works i should be working on 💀 not even an exaggeration! 31 kinktober fics, 20 others that are a combination of old requests, napoweek fics, other challenges fics, random wips... wait that's more than 40. Anyway when you have so many things to write but without pressuring yourself about (hahahahagahahah), you have tons of already existing ideas to choose from, and you get to feel accomplished in the end of completing each one as a step towards clearing your goals! And coming up with a whole different random fic is fun too because you didn't see it coming. How do i choose what to work on at a time? It depends; if something inspires me during the day i match it with a fic it would fit in and write it before it can get away, but i also try to sit and write the next fic in line just like that, as a challenge >:) I'm trying to be flexible and not sweat it too much! Also if there is a holiday/bday/any occasion really, a fic comes out of nowhere, I don't know how this happens

Wow what thefuck was that wall of text. the next answer will be short

30. Have you ever written something that was out of your comfort zone? If so, what was it, and how did it affect your approach to writing fic thereafter?

Nothing comes to mind right away so I guess nothing too much to handle! I think I'd try to find my way around it without turning it down (if it's a request), but hasn't happened yet!

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It has now been 2 weeks since Techno's secret has been discovered, and needless to say, it was a huge weight off his shoulders.

He would still drink the potion from time to time, earning a small glare from his friends.

"Come on, it's not because I'm a giant that I have to stop seeing the world from your point of view. Plus I don't have to worry about crushing you or stepping on you everytime."

"Sure… but this better not have anything to do with your fears of rejection because we're humans. Because we told you-"

"-told you it's fine and we don't care and will continue to view you as the same person despite everything. I know." Techno finished with a smile.

And maybe he was still a bit insecure about the whole ordeal. Maybe. But he did his best to push his anxieties aside, and when the potion wore off, he would still hang out with his friends for a couple hours more. So it was progress!

Plus, while hanging with people at his real size, he found much more fun ways to torment his pals.

"Hey, that's not fair!! Give it back!!" Tommy yelled, jumping as high as he could

"Heh, if you want your Juke-box back, just come and grab it~" the giant taunted, dangling the precious object (carefully) a good 30 ft above the human. Wilbur and Phil simply laughed at the scene as Tommy tried to climb on techno's shirt, since he was lying down, only for him to fall back on the ground. ("It always seems so easy in the movies, what the fuck?! That's not fair.") Techno's movements always stopped as soon as he felt the boy trying to climb, and suppressed a laugh as he failed.

After a couple more attempts and laughter, Techno gave back the precious box to Tommy, who held it close to his chest.

"Oohh, my precious, how have I missed you"

"Come on, I only took it for 20 minutes" Techno snorted

"And that's 20 minutes of me being separated from my true love!! How could you" he said, overdramatically.

"What a vile creature I am, truly" he replied, deadpan.

Eventually, the conversation shifted back to random topics. It was nice.

After a moment though, Techno noticed Tommy staring blankly at him, silent. After a couple more seconds, the blond prompted.

"What is it like, to see things from up there?"

Everyone turned to look at Tommy. Techno raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

"What's it like, you know? Because you can and have seen things from our perspective, but I don't know what it's like to have your eyes so up high."

Techno was taken aback. Usually they did not really mention their size difference, aside from jokes and nicknames. He felt his throat tightening a bit.

Before he could answer, though, Tommy asked. "Can you show me?"

Immediately, Techno's mind was filled with a thousand possibilities this might go wrong. He tried to mute them down hard.

"Well, sorry to disappoint you buddy, but I don't have any 'growth potion' so I can't really-"

"No, I meant like, you grab me up there." Tommy corrected, very casually.

Techno stepped back "WHAT? Tommy, I can't- … I …"

"What, is it illegal or something?"

Techno could only see thoughts of his friend getting hurt by his carelessness. He never held a human before! Not like that!!

"No, but- … I … what if I grab you too hard, or lift you too fast? Or if you fall?? I-"

"Well I'll tell you if there's something wrong, big man." Tommy reassured. "And don't worry. I'm not made of porcelain."

"I.. yeah, I guess so.." That didn't mean he couldn't get hurt by a giant. But oh well. Tommy seemed dead set on the idea, and no one can make Tommy deviate from his plans.

He swallowed back the lump in his throat and slowly lowered his hand until it was on the ground, next to his friend not bigger than it.

Tommy casually hopped on it as if it was the hundredth time he's done so, and looked at techno with kind eyes.

Carefully, he moved on to a sitting position, and, as he internally screamed for his morbid thoughts to stop, lifted his hand. Tommy lost a bit of balance at first, surprised by the feeling, but was fine the whole way through.

When the hand reached Techno's chest, however, he stopped. Dead still. Tommy's brow furrowed and he lifted his head to see the other's expression.

Techno's mind was frozen. It was one thing to imagine a human in your hand, but it was miles away from actually holding one.

He literally held a whole life in his hand,

and could do so as he pleases… He could do so many horrible things to the boy, who would be powerless to stop him.

And he could protect it. He was like a sanctuary for them to come to. He could wrap himself easily around his humans and keep them safe for as long as he desired…

So much power, simply sitting in his hand…

It was too much

So many thoughts screamed in his ears at once, and he could not focus on anything but the blond boy. He saw his lips moving, but couldn't hear anything.The overwhelming realisation hitting him too hard. So many images, contradicting each other. He could hurt them- protect them- squish them- keep them safe- kill them- make sure no harm came to them- imprison them- bring them to new heights-

"-no. Techno?? Big man what's up?? Come on, talk to us."

With a gasp, he finally regained his senses.

"I-I'msorry, I… I can't- I just can't." He hurriedly put the human back down, with rapid breathing. Before they could ask another question he reached for his potion and drank a good half of it and shut his eyes closed, desperately trying to shut the thoughts with it.

After a few agonizingly long minutes, he opened his eyes and, sighing with relief, registered he shrunk back to a human size. (One he could not hurt his friends with.)

Phil and Wilbur were already at his sides, with Tommy a few steps away.

"What happened, Techno? Are you okay??" Wilbur asked

Techno took a deep breath, and was immensely glad his thoughts quieted down to almost nothing. It was safe now. They were okay.

"Yeah- yeah… I'm fine." He took another deep breath and met Phil's sad expression. Guilt crushed him for a second.

"It's just… it was uhm… a bit too much. I, I didn't realize just how much… how much things it changes…"

Phil and Wilbur looked at each other, confused. Techno wanted to explain further, but the images threatened to flow back. He was stuck.

A mumble from behind broke the three of them out of their trances, and they looked at Tommy, shifting a bit at the sudden attention.

"I'm sorry Techno…" he mumbled again. "I should have known."

Steadily, techno stood up, taking a couple steps towards Tommy, who did not flinch. He let him close the distance, which he did with a strong hug.

"I'm sorry." Tommy whispered to his ear. Techno hugged back, holding the human like a lifeline. "That was probably too much."

"I saw so many things… I could do so many things… I don't want to hurt you" the giant's breath was shaking.

"I know, big man. And I know you won't." Tommy reassured.

"But it's so easy…" techno replied, loud enough that the other two could hear him.

"But you won't. The fact that you stopped the second you realised means that you won't."

Techno held onto the words, thought them back in his head, muttered them like a mantra.

"I won't. I won't. I won't hurt you."

"You won't. You're alright, big man. You're alright."

Slowly, techno let go of Tommy, who did the same.

He turned around and saw his two other friends. Immediately, Wilbur hugged him. He laughed in surprise before hugging back.

He then looked at Phil, and the guilt from before returned again.

"Sorry I took the potion." He mumbled "I wasn't thinking very clearly."

He felt a hand on his shoulder, and suddenly, Philza was smiling at him. A sympathetic, unapologetic, precious smile that only he could manage. "It's alright mate. It's probably scary to be so different sometimes. If you feel like it's better, then I trust you. We'll wait until you're ready."

He swore his eyes were teary, but he couldn't bring himself to care. "Thank you."

"Anytime, mate." Phil replied.

First times often aren't perfect, that's for sure. But one day, he would be confident enough that he could make them see the world from his eyes.

NOT MY FIC, written by the lovely @melissa-s23 pls give them love

[hrodvitnon]

Ok, ignoring what I said last in my previous post (though the flight thing is real), I'm really wondering something right now....

A R.O.B (Random Omnipotent Being), gets MV!Goji's family and allies to gain transparent forms and sends them to the 3 universes MV!Goji was transported to, have them react to what I described in Scenarios A, B, & C; how would they react to their Godzilla getting not one, not two, but three ass-beatings from his alternate counterparts?

Here's my little interpretation in how they would see the alternate Gojis:

Scenario A:

Mothra: Hang on, why does that creature look so small?

Monster X: He kinda looks adora-

*Filitus fires his hyper-concentrated beam at MV!Goji.*

Monster X: And I take it back, beat that little shit Goji!

*Later, when MV!Goji has Filitus on the ropes.*

Monster X: Yeah! Don't feel so high and mighty now, eh?

Mothra: I hope he doesn't kill Filitus, he looks a little scared....

Shin: Godzilla knows what he's doing, he won't kill him.....I hope.

Junior: Yay! Daddy beats green monster!

Rodan: Yeah! Who would care about a brat like Filitus?

*Godzilla Earth appears*

Everyone: ..................

Rodan: ........I stand corrected.

*Earth Goji gives MV!Goji a brutal ass-whooping*

Mothra: Oh dear! I hope he's ok!

Monster X: He'll make it out of this! Goji always has...

*Everyone else just watches in sympathy & metaphorical pain as MV!Goji is beaten within an inch of his life*

*They become scared when Earth Goji charges up his Atomic Breath & holds their Godzilla in place to vaporize his head, but he is teleported away before be can do so. They all sigh in relief.*

Scenario B:

*Everyone becomes shocked when the human warships fire on Godzilla.*

Monster X: WHAT ARE YOU BUNCH OF IDIOTS DOING?!

Mothra: Stop that!

Shin: He did nothing! Why are you still firing?!

Rodan: Hrrgh. If I'm to guess, the humans of this world aren't as friendly to Titans like ours are.

Junior: Stop shooting Daddy!

*They witness Godzilla's show of intelligence by deducing the tech level of the world he was now in.*

Monster X: Hmm, he's right on the mark that this is the 1990s.

Mothra: He can be very analytical when he wants to.

Shin: Well, that is very accurate!

Junior: Smart Daddy!

Kong: Huh, well the more you know....

*They see Heisei Goji spying on their Godzilla*

Monster X: I see you, you little bastard!

Mothra:........

Shin: He seems angry at our Godzilla, what did he do?

Rodan: If I'm to guess, he doesn't like our King's presence in his world, and wants to take our Goji out.

Junior: Fake Daddy!

*They see MV!Goji's scared breakdown*

Monster X:Goji.....

Mothra:.....Godzilla.....

Shin: Oh, I wish I can comfort him, but I'm transparent.....

Junior:......daddy....

*They bear witness to Heisei!Goji's rampage across Tokyo.*

Monster X: Damn, so he's a destroyer in this dimension......monster......

Mothra: *Sigh* I believe he's one of the more-violent and destructive of versions of our Goji....

Shin.....(Remembers the time he briefly went on a rampage in modern Tokyo)

Junior: I don't like him!

Rodan: At least the humans don't suffer....

Kong: You're not helping.....

*Everyone sees when MV!Goji rises out of Tokyo Bay & roars a challenge to Heisei!Goji, with the latter's eerily familiar movement of slowly turning around and tail whipping the ground as an acceptance.*

Monster X: Kick that guy's ass Godzilla!

Mothra: I hope you'll be alright...

Shin: Give him the good fight!

Junior: Go Daddy!

Kong:......Well, this is ironic.

*Everyone watches the battle between the two Gojis: grappling, pushing, clawing, and many uses of Atomic Breath on each other. Their Goji even tried to perform the Kiss of Death on his counterpart-but the latter spamming his atomic breath many times prevented him from doing so. They even entered a beam-lock, witn both Gojis putting as much power into their beam as possible.*

Monster X: Get him! Get him! GET HIM!

Mothra: *Holding her breath*

Shin: C'mon, you can do it Godzilla! I believe in you!

Junior: GO DADDY!

Rodan: Kick his ass!

Kong:....You can do it buddy, I know you can!

*MV!Goji concentrates his beam, and it begins overpowering Heisei's.*

Monster X: C'mon, just a little more!

Mothra: *Staring intensely*

Shin: Yes!

Junior: Yay!

Rodan: Oh yeah!

Kong: *In a similar state to Mothra.*

*However, Heisei noticed this, and started to power up his own beam-until it turned bright crimson red.*

Monster X: OH COME ON!

Mothra:....no....

Shin: Oh dear....

Junior: Oh no!

Rodan: Shit!

Kong:.....damnit.

*Heisei's atomic breath overpowers MV!Goji's beam, causing him to be forced back-bellowing in pain in the process.*

*Everyone looks in sympathy at MonsterVerse Goji, and glare angrily at Heisei Goji.*

Monster X:....Bastard....

Mothra:...*Glares*

Shin: *Looks disapprovingly at Heisei*

Junior: Don't hurt daddy!

Rodan:....S.O.B.

Kong: Screw you!

*Despite this, they soon afterwards enter a second beam-lock, this time though-MV!Goji starts to walk forward...while still firing his atomic breath.*

*Everyone is shocked by this*

Monster X:I didn't know he could do that!

Mothra:....neither did I....

Shin: Well this is surprising....

Rodan:Oh, that's a sign he's starting to get serious!

Kong: Let's see what happens next.

(Heisei, not impressed, does the same thing-both Gojis walk towards each other until the energy in between their beams can't take it anymore and explodes out.)

*Everyone is briefly blinded, but quickly see again.*

(Heisei Goji is briefly dazed, but shakes it off and soon has a deadly look on his face. He then does something that shocks the group: he puts his hands on the ground and starts walking on all fours![with his dorsal plates constantly flashing too])

Monster X:H-he can do that too?!

Mothra: Oh dear, this isn't good.

Shin:.....oh.

Junior: Uh oh!

Rodan:.....ah shit.

Kong: *remembers when Godzilla himself did that in their fight in Hong Kong, which brings a bad omen for Goji here.*

*MonsterVerse Goji hid behind some intact buildings as he slowly gets behind Heisei...then he strikes! Tackling his counterpart into the side of a building and beating/clawing him, he initially has the upper hand-that is until Heisei simply kicks him in the stomach & fires his beam at the ground to create a smokescreen. MV!Goji clears the smoke but Heisei was gone, but the family then spot him-climbing a building and looking like he was readying for something. That something proved to be lunging at his larger counterpart with a speed and ferocity like never before! He fired his Red Spiral Ray without a care in the world, knocking his counterpart on his back and leaving him dangerously vulnerable; and Heisei takes advantage of that to stomp, punch, and slash at MV!Goji's chest with unrivaled rage, to the point the family was begging him to stop. Heisei then stomped his foot onto MV!Goji's chest-and gave him a deadly death glare-before he roared in his face-and MV!Goji defiantly responded with his own roar. After a brief pause, Heisei clawed his counterpart in the face and began to force his mouth open.*

(Everyone saw what was coming and began to panic.)

Monster X: Wait, wait, WAIT-!

Mothra:NO!

Shin: STOP!

Junior: NO!!!

Rodan: Shit, shit, SHIT!

Kong: DON'T!

*Before Heisei could fire his Red Spiral Ray down MV!Goji's throat, he is teleported away-and everyone breaths sighs of relief.*

Monster X:....well that was terrifying....

Mothra: I'm just glad he's safe....

(Onto the third and final universe....the R.O.B decides to skip to the battle)

*Everyone becomes absolutely baffled by how impossibly nimble & agile FW!Goji is, to the point one can say he was pointing a massive kaiju sized middle-finger at the laws of physics as he weaved through the attacks of their Godzilla & beat him to the ground with summersault kicks ans the like.*

I'll stop it here, and I know the description of the Heiseiverse scenario is unrealistic, but at least you now get the idea of how Heisei!Goji would kill MV!Goji in a more detailed description. Also; if you like, you can make your own reactions of the Abraxasverse crew to my 3 scenarios, I want to see what those are like & feel free to add on to what I already made if you wish!

I... don't think I can have my own take on the AbraxasVerse Titans' reaction to all this, sorry to say. And not for lack of trying, this isn't just me pushing it aside for later or saying "oh it's not up to me" like with Genocide/Coexistence, I mean you've pretty much got all the reactions covered just fine without any input from me - you can literally make a fic out of this.

The only thing I can think of is the Titans just losing all patience and demanding R.O.B. show themselves, take them and their Goji back home and eff right off before they decide to do something about it, because for all they know R.O.B. is messing up the balance with all this dimension-hopping monster fighting. Also, I'm fairly certain Goji would be able to move while breathing atomic fire without much problem, if he can walk and breathe normally at the same time...

And now I'm convinced that this R.O.B. thing just wants an excuse to see MV!Goji's ass get kicked or even killed by his other counterparts for whatever reason. Maybe it's one of those fans who gets all uppity and angry when a new incarnation is too different for their liking.

[dayasbun]

Fame - Angus Cloud (4)

Summary- a luckily timed audition leads to you falling for your new and unexpected co-star.

Warnings- okay HI welcome to my first multi chapter series woah?! this is actually so exciting for me like wow especially since angus doesn’t have any fics yet im just really really excited- so warnings! smut for sure, bad words, lotsa fluff, angst- everything in one basically. here comes a ride and I hope you enjoy :)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4 {reading now}

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“Fuck right there- Oh my god please-” You moaned holding his hair. “You never had anyone eat your pussy like this before right?” he said eating deeper as you moaned and squirmed. “Only you baby, this pussy is only you-”

“Yo wake the fuck up, you making weird noises and shit.”

You sat up taking in a deep breath and inspected your surroundings. There stood a worried Angus with a mug in his hand. “I'm fine...” you said quite unconvincingly.

“You sure? I went to make you some tea and came back to you rolling around and groaning and shit, thought that strange netflix monster had come to you or sum.”

“The demogorgan-”

“Yeah that shit!” He sat next to you on the edge of the bed. “Nightmare?” he asked softly as he handed you the tea.

“Well not exactly...” You took the warm mug and took in a long swig of the warm goodness. It's not like you were just going to openly tell him ‘Oh no, I just had a dream about you eating me out and I loved every second of it.’ “Actually yeah, a nightmare.” you lied.

“I hate those, what was yours about?”

“I...a monster ate me alive and I couldn't stop it.”

Angus shook his head. “Damn mamas, I’m sorry. Those suck, I know its like 2 pm, but let’s eat some breakfast and try to forget about it.”

You nodded standing up and stretching “Thanks...for the tea.”

“Of course, don’t girls love tea? Ion know, I don't really be sleeping with girls that often.” He chuckled walking into the small kitchen.

“Tea is amazing!” You exclaimed, following him and sitting on the counter. “I love tea in all seasons, it has so many benefits.”

“Yeah? What’s some of them benefits.”

“Well green tea has amazing antioxidants, and is a more naturally caffeinated drink than coffee- with not as many negative results. But don't get me wrong, I really do love my coffee- anyway! Tea can help straighten and strengthen bones, brighten your smile, and help you lose weight!!”

“Oh wow.” He laughed “I didn't even care about all that tea shit, just wanted to hear your voice. But it was actually kinda interesting.”

“Yeah- and don't worry about a lack of my voice, I never shut up.”

“You right about that; but before you get all defensive, its aight. I like hearing you blab off about random stuff ion care about.”

You felt your face grow hot as you stifled a giggle that wanted to come out. “Thank you. I think I talk too much, but hey, can't really stop it y’know?” Angus nodded as he cracked 5 eggs into a pan. “You just be going off about stuff- actually you was sleep talking a little bit.”

Fuck.

“Yeah? What was I saying?” you asked innocently, hoping he didn't say what he was most definitely about to say.

“Well it was when you had that nightmare. Was the monster a cow or sum? Cuz you kept saying ‘Angus’ so like.” He turned to look at you “I figure it wasn’t me, but it was probably like...some beef monster.”

“Oh yeah, for sure a beef monster.”

“And that beef monster was eating you huh?”

You smoothly tucked your hair behind your ear and nodded with a sweet smile “Mhm.”

Angus gave you a quick up and down look before turning around and continuing to scramble the eggs. You had to change the current topic or you'd die of embarrassment, so you decided to bring up the topic of the show instead. “Do you know which scenes we’re filming tomorrow?”

“Yeah, no sex scenes until next week. Tomorrow they finna do you coming back and me reminiscing on the old times.”

“Okay cool. I have those lines down, pretty simple...” You mumbled.

“Yeah me too.”

A butcher knife couldn't even cut the tension in the room right now. Fuck, a chainsaw couldn't either.

“So like... I’m gonna go change and I'll be right back? Sound good?”

“You can wear summa my stuff. If you want- you don’t got to i'm just offering.”

“Oh that'd be great thanks! You know my trailer is just so far away!” You joked, knowing that it was only next door. You hopped off of the counter and followed him back into the room you two had just come out of.

“You just want one big shirt? Girls be doing that alot nowadays.”

“Yeah, thanks that'd be great...”

“So the biggest shirt I got got some barbecue stains on it- ignore it. I just went off on some spicy wings the other day-”

You burst out laughing and sat on the bed “Gus it’s fine, gimme!” You pulled your shirt off and held out your hands. He turned back around to find you only in your bra and shorts.

“Yooooo-”

“Its fine, we have to be completely naked with each other next week. Titties are just titties.” You took the shirt out of his hands and put it on. After pulling off the shorts that you wore underneath the shirt; that was more like a dress- and folding them, you walked back into the kitchen and reclaimed your spot on the counter.

“Well I know one problem we won't have!” You stated with a smirk.

“Yeah, and what's that?”

“Drake was worried you wouldn't be able to ‘get it up’...but honestly, I don’t think it'll be too hard.”

“Why you think that?”

“Look down.”

Sure, Angus wouldn't let you live down the wet dream you had about him for quite a while, but you'd never let him live down the boner he got- just from seeing you in a bra.

+

“So. Let's get to the real real.” Storm said pulling her knees up to her chest with a grin. “What the hell is going on with you and Angus?”

You, Storm and Daya were hanging in your trailer. You three were the only girls that didn't have scenes to film right now, Alexia, Barbie and the rest of the female cast were shooting night scenes. They had helped you set up the place to seem more homey, and now the newly formed trio you were a part of was in your bed with microwave popcorn, juicy juice, and twizzlers.

“Nothing Storm! Actually nothing I-”

“Nope, don't do that.” Z quickly cut you off. “Everyone can see it, it’s like what everyone on set talks about.”

“What?-”

“Plus, he talks about you too much, and you do the same with him! Earlier I said I wanted to pop some microwave popcorn and you started telling me about some conspiracy he told you about popcorn and microwaves, how they’re a secret way in for the government- like girl! Don't tell me you're so whipped that you're out here believing this stuff!”

“OKAY! Okay! I get it...look Gus is-”

“Gus?! You call him Gus?”

“Yeah?-”

“He literally hates that nickname with a passion. He gotta love you.” Storm chuckled grabbing a handful of popcorn.

“Okay well Angus is cute. He’s sweet and funny and caring- BUT. I won’t let anything happen between us, it’s like...business. This field is acting- and I don't think it would be good for us to do anything more, especially during filming.”

Z sighed. “Falling for your costars is weird.”

“Yeah.” Storm chimed in. “Our girl Daya been there and done that...but it never really affected her acting. She's so talented that she could keep it hidden off screen and focus on her character. I mean I know you talented Y/N...but you not my big sis like Z, so I don't really know how you'd be able to deal with it yet. Drake already seemed a bit iffy about it because he could tell you two had a little something going, but the thing comforting him is y'all are talented. So he knows you can do it- I know you can too.”

“Yeah he sent us a letter about it...it's just hard. I can't lose this role, I've come so far.”

“I don't think you’ll lose it. I think you'll be fine. Just keep a business mindset when on set. What goes on off screen and behind closed doors is your business, girl. Drake or nobody can stop that- Jesus can't even stop that!”

You and Storm giggled at Zendaya’s last comment. “Yeah yeah yeah...okay I get it guys. I got this- period.”

“Period.”

“Period...So were you one of those girls that watched all the Fez scene compilations on Youtube and drooled?” Storm teased you.

“No!” You said firmly, knowing you were lying.

“Oh she definitely was.”

“I wasn't!”

“I just don't see it! Angus is just not attractive to me, he looks like one of those guys that stop you at the gas station with a ghetto ass group of friends- he rubs his hands together and then screams ‘Hey baby lemme get yo numbaaaa!!!!’“

In response, you practically fell over laughing “Stoppp no!”

The rest of the night was filled with giggles and whispers, and by 1 AM, you, Z, and Storm were all huddled up in your little twin trailer bed. They snored softly but you couldn't seem to sleep. Just as you were .1 seconds away from drifting off, your phone buzzed next to you.

Angus☁️: u uppppp

-oh wow yeah that's not the most fboy thing ever to send at 1:27 am

Angus☁️:  see all you had to say was yes you didn't have to do allat

-can i help you mr cloud

Angus☁️: what typa help you offering?

-whatever help you need.

Angus☁️: you finna have some more beef dreams tonight?

-you finna get a boner if you see me in my bra again?

Angus☁️: maybe.

-then i'll say maybe too.

Angus☁️: you're too much

-i know i am, did you film today?

Angus☁️: ye i had some scenes wit jacob

-wit

Angus☁️: leave me alone

-you texted me

-and wow you sound really mature rn not at all like a five year old

Angus☁️: if i was w you rn id make you regret that

-was that supposed to be a threat or a way to try to make me sext

Angus☁️: both

-you should go text all the hoes you have waiting for you at home

Angus☁️: im texting them at the same time

-boy...

Angus☁️: im plAyin

Angus☁️: only you :)

-getting soft???

Angus☁️: no and i wish this was instagram dms so i could unsend it fuck

-fuck

Angus☁️: thats another thing you was saying during your ‘nightmare’

-STOP NO I WAS NOT

Angus☁️: yeah i know you wasnt lmao i just like messing w you

-you can mess w me whenever you want to

Angus☁️: oh bet????

-goodnight angus

Angus☁️: nah i want you to tell me about me messing w you

Angus☁️: damn you really left

Angus☁️: thats wrong 

Angus☁️: doing me dirty

-GTS MY PHONE KEEPS GOING OFF

Angus☁️: then put it on silent?

-NO

Angus☁️: ill stop being annoying if you come over here

-i cant, im w z and storm too

Angus☁️: shit okay well it was worth a shot

-why, what was you planning to do

Angus☁️: cuddle

-its fr time for you to go bed, i think your sleepiness is making you too soft and taking the hood away

Angus☁️: goodnight

-goodnight

Angus☁️: gn

-gn

Angus☁️: night

-night

Angus☁️: GOODNIGHT

-OKAY GN

Angus☁️: STOP REPLYING

Angus☁️: night

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[starlit-serenade]

Dance With Me | Chapter 2

💙 Summary: After visiting the members of ONEUS during their dance practice, you find yourself inspired to learn to dance. You ask your friend Kim Geonhak to teach you.

💙 Chapter 2: 2,161 words

💙 Pairing: Reader x Kim Geonhak (Leedo) / Characters: GenderNeutral!Reader; Kim Geonhak (Leedo); Son Dongju (Xion); Yeo Hwanwoong (Hwanwoong); Lee Keonhee (Keonhee); Lee Seoho (Seoho); Kim Youngjo (Ravn);

💙 Rated: T for some minor swearing / Warnings: Minor Swearing; Jealousy (Later in the fic) / Genre: Fluff; Minor Angst (Later in the fic); Friends-To-Lovers; Happy Ending;

《 Series Masterlist // ONEUS Masterlist // Boy Group Masterlist 》

You and Geonhak agreed that you would meet together on Tuesdays and Thursdays, right after ONEUS practices. You couldn't wait to dance the following Tuesday. It's currently Sunday evening, and the practice room is probably empty, so you grab your workout clothes and bag and walk to the RBW building. You don't live super close there, but the walking distance is manageable. It's always been your only exercise, so you tolerated it.

You use the key that the boys lent you long ago to get into the building. The practice room is empty, the lights off. It's 6PM, and none of the idols are expected to be here practicing. Obviously, they can come if they want. Youngjo often spends a lot of time in recording studios when producing. There have been multiple times where you'd hang out with the boys as they finished recording before comebacks late at night. This is the first time you've been here completely on your own, for yourself. You feel like you're trespassing, by not being an idol or trainee here, but you already have a bit of a reputation here as ONEUS's friend. No one will kick you out.

You place your bag down, and don't bother with the light. Your computer will be light enough. After stretching sufficiently, you take out your computer. You find the Weekly Idol choreography video you'd used the other day, and repeat the dance presented on the screen. You recall Geonhak's instructions, his voice echoing in your ear.

You're rushing, slow down a bit. Step. Step. Step. There you go.

You can feel how clumsy and stiff you are, but you can also feel how much better you are than from when you'd practice in your bedroom, watching live performances.

Your steps are much more in line with the beat now. Your hand movements aren't half as elegant or intentional as Geonhak's on screen, but they're present.

When you get to Geonhak's rap, instead of stopping, you continue. You clumsily try to imitate his skips and hops, and you manage to get through it. You notice the power in his movements, how each movement he makes is emphasized by the beat. Every kick, every hip thrust.

The song arrives at the pre-chorus, where Keonhee begins singing, and your eyes widen. Those moves are so fast and large. You're not there yet.

You restart the song and continue practicing up until Geonhak's part. He looks so elegant in the video, and you wonder if you look even half that elegant as you try to mirror him.

Halfway through Dongju's part of the song, the door is opened and Geonhak walks in, startling you. You yelp in surprise, and he yells, jumping back, and hits his back on the doorframe. He yells out in pain, falling to his knees as you rush to his side to help him, but he's already recovering on his own.

"Sorry for barging in," he says, before realizing it's you as you rub his back where it hit the doorframe. "Y/N? What are you doing here?"

"I'm . . . practicing," you say, gesturing to the computer which displays the video. "What're you doing here? Didn't your practice end hours ago?"

Guhak ducks his head. "I came back to practice," he admits, laughing while rubbing the back of his neck. "So I could figure out how to help you on Tuesday."

Oh.

You smile, looking away from him. You didn't think he'd need to practice extra to teach you. If you had known that, you probably wouldn't have asked him, simply because you don't want to be an inconvenience.

"I'm sorry for interrupting your practice," he says. "You had the lights of, so I thought no one was here. I'll find another empty room if you want."

You shake your head. "No, you can stay here and practice with me if you want."

"I can give you pointers if you need any," he says, taking off his thin jacket to reveal a black T-shirt. You nod, and he sets down his own bag near yours before plopping down on the ground. "Have you stretched yet? If you don't stretch before and after exercising, you could hurt yourself."

You nod, but sit down anyway to join him on the floor. "I stretched a bit, but I'll stretch with you."

After you both have finished stretching, you restart the song. The two of you dance together to the start of the song, watching yourselves in the mirror. You can see that you're doing well, much more on the beat with Geonhak beside you to follow, but his presence is also distracting.

For one, you can't help but compare yourself to him. He's much more confident with his moves, more deliberate. His moves are sharp and strong, and yet elegant at the same time. While you make the same moves at the same time as him, your moves are somewhat shaky. Of course, Geonhak has years of dance experience, and months of experience with the song, while you only had that one day last week and various random days you found yourself vibing to the song in your room, but that thought doesn't help your confidence enough.

Secondly, his bare arms are a little distracting. He's very strong, is able to carry two of his members easily, even three if he wants. His strength shows in his arm muscles.

By the time you two have gone through the song a couple times, you find yourself panting with your hands in your thighs. Geonhak, however, is barely breaking a sweat. The song continues in the background, and you watch in awe as Geonhak continues to dance gracefully.

After the song has finished, Geonhak smiles at you with his soft smile, and you swear butterflies are fluttering around your stomach. You internally scold yourself and tear your gaze away from him. 

"Good job," Geonhak says, and you nod, avoiding his eyes. "You're getting the hang of it."

The butterflies don't mean anything, you tell yourself. You're just tired.

"Thanks," you say. Geonhak opens his mouth to say something when your phone rings loudly from inside your bag, which lies in the corner of the room. "Excuse me," you mutter, running to grab your phone. The caller ID reads 'Doongdoongie,' and you pick it up.

"Hello?" you ask.

"Hi Y/N!" Dongju's voice is loud through the phone, and you can't help but laugh a little.

"Hi Dongju," you say.

"Y/N, what are you doing right now?"

"I'm, uh, practicing dancing at RBW with Geonhak." You glance at Geonhak, and he shoots you a soft smile.

"Oh? Yes, I think Geonhak mentioned that he was going to be teaching you soon. He wouldn't shut up about it. He was very excited," Dongju says, and you raise your eyebrow, looking at Geonhak again.

"Was he?"

"Yeah, but that's not what I'm calling for. I'm calling to ask you for a favor. Can you come over to the dorm?"

"Now?"

"Yes, now."

"Why?" you ask.

"Aish, Y/N, I can't tell you that. Hurry up!"

You sigh. You were enjoying practicing With Geonhak. But . . . "Alright," you say.

"Thank you, Y/Nie!"

"Bye, Doongdoongie," you say. Dongju hangs up and you drop your phone to your side.

"Sorry, Geonhak, I have to go," you say to Geonhak, packing up your stuff.

"What? Why?" Geonhak furrows his eyebrows. "You should stretch quickly before going, to relax your body. You could hurt yourself if you don't."

You nod and plop down on the floor, and Geonhak joins you in stretching. You stretch your legs out forward, and reach for your toes. It doesn't matter if you can touch them, the point is to stretch your leg muscles.

"I dunno why. Dongju wanted me to meet him at the dorm. He didn't tell me why." You hear Geonhak sigh sadly, and look up at him. "So you were excited to teach me?" you ask. Geonhak's eyes widen, and he tears his eyes away from yours, as if to pretend he's too focused on stretching.

"What did he tell you?"

"He said you wouldn't shut up about it." You smile at him teasingly.

"He's exaggerating," Geonhak says. "I'd only mentioned it to him." He pauses. "I am excited to teach you, though."

Your heart feels warm. "Thanks, Geonhak."

You get up, dust off your workout pants, and grab your bag. As you reach the door, you turn to wave goodbye to Geonhak.

"See you Tuesday for practice," you say. "Bye!" He waves back, the softest smile on his face which makes the butterflies resurface again. You ignore them, and quickly leave.

You exit the building and walk to the ONEUS dorm. You've been there countless times since ONEUS moved in before debut, so you know the way well. Sometimes it's for movie nights. Sometimes, to pick up something for a member who's working at RBW. You can probably find your way there with your eyes closed.

You enter the passcode to the dormroom, and find that Dongju is in the living room, sitting on the couch, his phone in his hand. Hwanwoong sits next to him, also on his phone. Dongju looks up as you enter.

"You took your time," he says, and you glance at your own phone for the time.

"Don't be mean," Hwanwoong scolds Dongju, hitting him in the chest. You shoot him a smile. You're friends with Hwanwoong, but you aren't very close. He's always friendly, but he's like that with everyone. Besides interactions like the one at practice last week, you two don't talk too much. You do like and admire him, but he's kind of intimidatingly cool and you can barely muster the courage to speak to him on your own.

"I had to stretch before I left," you explain. "What's up?"

Dongju leans back on the couch, and gestures for you to sit next to him, on the opposite side from Hwanwoong. You do so, and Dongju smiles.

"Do you know what day it is, Y/N?" Dongju asks.

You wrack your brain. It's not anyone's birthday. Keonhee's birthday was just over a week ago. And it isn't a holiday today. So . . .

"June 5th? Sunday?" you offer. Hwanwoong smiles, obviously very amused.

"And what's coming soon?" Dongju asks.

You ponder for a moment. "July 6th?"

Hwanwoong laughs loudly, clapping his hands, while Dongju rolls his eyes. "No! I mean--yes, but . . . Y/N, Geonhak's birthday is coming up on the 26th!"

"Oh yes. I remember. Is that why you called me here today? To tell me that Geonhak's birthday is coming up in twenty one days?"

"Yes," Dongju says, smiling widely. "And I want you to help me and Hwanwoong plan a birthday party."

You blink. "I mean, yes. Of course. But why don't you ask the other members, too?" 

Hwanwoong sighs and sits up. "The members decided to split birthday planning into two parts. We split ourselves into two teams. Team A, which is Youngjo, Seoho and Keonhee, and Team B, which is me and Dongju," Hwanwoong explains, his face too serious for the situation. Still, you listen intently. "Each team plans a separate part of the day. Before lunch and after lunch. Team A is also in charge of lunch plans, and we are in charge of decorations. Then we will come together the week before his birthday and figure out the final plan. Since we have one less member, we get to choose one person to add. So we invited you."

You blink, processing the situation. Two teams of ONEUS are separately planning Geonhak's birthday. Hwanwoong and Dongju want you to help them.

"Okay."

"You'll help?" Hwanwoong asks, an excited smile appearing on his face.

"Of course! He's my friend too."

 "Excellent. Do we want to start now?" Hwanwoong asks, patting the desk in front of the table. You notice a paper and a pencil have been lying there the whole time. "Let's make a list. What does every party have?" he asks.

"Cake," you suggest.

"Balloons!" Dongju says.

Hwanwoong scribbles quickly on the paper as you and Dongju shoot him suggestions.

"Games."

"Snacks and food."

"Alright." Hwanwoong says. "Remember, Team A is doing everything before lunch as well as lunch plans. We only need to decide snacks."

"He really likes ice cream," you say. "The one rainbow one from Baskin-Robbins. He loves that."

Hwanwoong laughs as he scribbles on the paper. "Yes, he does. Let's go back to decorations. What will we want?"

"Streamers."

"Balloons," Dongju says again. Hwanwoong snorts, writing it down even though it's already written.

You continue listing things off, chatting on and on about plans for Geonhak's birthday. You find yourself getting more and more excited and energized.

You end up leaving after a couple hours, walking to your own apartment, a smile on your face. You think about all of the good things going on. You're planning a surprise birthday party for Geonhak with Hwanwoong and Dongju. And on Tuesday, Geonhak will start teaching you how to dance.