#and here the 15 days he was Soo comfortable and opened up and speaking so much even my mom was so happy seeinh this

[the-prophecy]

Yk the funniest thing. We were in this traveller 12 seater bus and 4 of us had hard dark coffee while the adults had tea and then we went insane during the whole trip like none of us was silent for even a second and ive never been this close to mom’s side of cousins who we literally meet up every month and still i felt more comfortable with those 3 idiots

[rocksandrobots]

Of Rocks and Robots Ch. 15 - The Arrest

Hiro was familiar with the routine of being arrested. The act of having handcuffs slapped on him and being placed in a waiting room next to a holding cell until his aunt could pick him up, didn't bother him. It was the thought of what would come after that made him nervous. 

This was the second time he'd gotten into trouble for bot fighting in the past six months. He had tried so hard to do better since Tadashi's death, but he still somehow fell short. No matter his excuse, Aunt Cass was going to be furious. Worse than that, she was going to be disappointed. 

The thought of letting her down, especially after seeing her go through so much recently, made his stomach churn and his mind race with worry. So of course his anxiety only went through the roof when his new friend decided to not to take the arrest seriously. 

Varian was all smiles, full of charming wit and seemingly benign curiosity. He aimlessly talked with the police and with the fellow criminals equally, not caring that most ignored his friendly chatter nor for the fact that half of them were willing to kill him only moments ago. 

"Hey, would you look at this cell?" Varian cheerfully asked no one in particular as he peered through the bars at one of the empty jail cells. He held onto the iron bars with both hands, leading back on his heels and swung his head back towards Hiro and the police officer with them. "These are a lot nicer than the ones in Corona. They even got toilets! Which one do we get?" He flashed them both a wide grin and Hiro could only look at him in confused horror. 

Sergeant Gerson wasn't amused. "Are either of you, of, or over the age of eighteen?" He asked in a tired voice as he removed Hiro's handcuffs. 

"No." 

"Then you'll both wait out here until your parents or legal guardian can come and bail you out. The holding cells are for adults only." Gerson drone on. 

"You mean you don't arrest people under eighteen?" Varian asked in disbelief. 

"Oh you're still under arrest alright," The sergeant explained, "but we don't put minors into jail cells." 

Now it was Varian's turn to look confused. "Not ever? Not even if they do something really bad, like theft or something?" 

"Nope. This is just the police station. You're here until you pay bail or are released. If charges are pressed, you then have to go to court and there your sentence is decided. Typically minors are sent to a juvenile correction facility if their crime is severe enough." 

Varian turned his eyes upwards and screwed his lips in thought as he tried to process this new information. "You mean that there's a dungeon just for children?" He asked slowly. 

"If you wanna call it that, sure." Gerson shrugged. He was a little surprised by the kid's wording but then again too tired to care. He'd been in the force for ages and was getting on in years so he just chalked it up to 'kids these days and their slang.' 

As Gerson removed Varian's own cuffs, the teen mulled over the differences between the legal system here and in Corona. “Weeell.. What if the kid in question does something really, really, bad, like murder? Do they still go to this ‘juvenile correction facility’?” 

“Depends,” Gerson shrugged, “what state are we talking about and what degree of murder?” 

Varian rubbed the wrists of his now free hands. He wasn’t sure what a ‘degree of murder’ was so he simply asked,  “Uhhh… assassination?”

“Well now, then you’d go to federal court, that is, ‘ Gerson paused and looked around,’ if the CIA doesn’t get you first.” he whispered conspiratorially. 

“Ahhh… the elite guard.” Varian concluded as if he knew exactly what the CIA meant. 

“Uhhh, can we change the subject now?” Hiro interrupted. He stood off to the side looking back and forth between the two of them nervously. Sergeant Gerson may have thought of Varian as just nothing more than some weird precocious kid, but Hiro knew there was more to it than that. His friend was asking all these questions because he genuinely didn’t know anything about their judicial system, but the subject of the questions, paired with the glib way Varian asked them, unnerved Hiro.  

Fortunately, Hiro was spared any more uncomfortable conversions about the nature of the American justice system when Chief Officer Cruz walked in. 

‘Hiro, your aunt has been called and she’s on her way. You can wait out in the lobby for her instead.” he said. “As for your friend, I have a few questions about his records. If you’ll follow me.” Cruz indicated that Varian should come with him and the boys filed out of the holding room followed by Sergeant Gerson.

“Bye, Louie!” Varian called out and waved at the cell full of criminals as he left. 

The last thing Hiro saw before the door closed was ‘Louie’ giving a little wave back in surprise only for his boss, Yama, to smack him in the back of the head for being friendly to the kid that had humiliated him earlier.

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Hiro sat waiting in the lobby of the police station as he swung his heels together nervously, his feet still not quite reaching the floor yet. Sergeant Gerson had moved back to his customary place behind the front desk and was busying himself with paperwork. Meanwhile, he could see the silhouettes of Varian and Chief Cruz behind the frosted window pane of the office door. He couldn’t hear what they were talking about, but Cruz had mentioned something about records. Hiro could only hope that Professor Granville had been thorough enough in forging Varian’s documents. 

Just then the door opened and Varian sauntered out, still looking as unperturbed by the arrest as ever. He turned back around to face the chief of police again though, as Cruz continued to ask him questions. 

“And you’re sure you haven’t any legal guardian or adult sponsor here in the states?” He pressed. 

Varian just shrugged and paused as if an idea just struck him. “My college roommate is nineteen, does that count?” he offered. 

“Hardly.” was Cruz’s annoyed response. Student visa or no, Cruz wasn’t comfortable with the idea of a minor being abroad without any adult supervision, and he couldn’t believe that the kid had gotten past customs with just a college acceptance letter. Well, no, he could believe it, he just didn’t approve of it. Who was the kid to call upon when he needed help? Like now, for instance. 

Cruz was just contemplating calling the head of the university, to give the woman a piece of his mind if nothing else, when Hiro’s aunt burst through the front doors. She spotted Hiro and ran to him first, wrapping him in a big hug. 

“Are you okay?” She asked, as she still held him. 

“I’m... I’m okay.” Hiro admitted not returning the hug, guilt still pricking at his mind. 

Aunt Cass eventually let go of him and walked over to speak to Cruz. She and Cruz had been childhood friends growing up and she owed him a great deal for not throwing the book at her nephew. Hiro was a multiple offender and his age couldn’t shield him from his consequences forever. 

“I am so sorry, Diego, but thank you for calling me first. I’m sure after today Hiro will think twice about bot fighting again.” She said sternly while looking directly at her nephew and Hiro shrunk under her glare. 

“Oh, Hiro wasn't ‘bot fighting. I was.” Varian explained. All three looked at him in surprise as he continued. “I didn’t know that it was illegal and Hiro was only there to warn me. He tried to get me to stop, but I didn’t listen. So it’s my fault, if you want to blame someone. Hiro didn’t do anything wrong.” 

The adults exchanged glances while Hiro only looked at Varian appreciatively.  

“Hiro, is this true?” Aunt Cass asked and her nephew nodded yes. 

“He didn’t have a robot on him when arrested.” Cruz admitted, basically confirming Varian’s story. 

“Soo, now what?” Aunt Cass asked looking back at Cruz.

There was another silence as everyone waited for the chief of police’s decision. Cruz heaved a sigh of resignation. “I suppose, given that you’re not from San Fansokyo and are a first time offender, I can let you both go with just a warning this time.” 

Everyone perked up at the news but before they could bestow any gratitude the officer continued. “However, I’m still not comfortable with releasing a minor without an adult on hand to grant custody to.” He gave Varian a stern scowl as he said this. 

“Maybe I could take him?” Aunt Cass gently offered. “I’ll make sure he makes it back to the dorms safely.” 

“Alright then,’ Cruz relented. “I leave him to you Cass.” And with that the chief went back to his office to finish work and the trio made to leave.

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As they walked out of the building into the late afternoon sun, Varian gave a wide grin and was just about to thank Aunt Cass for helping him, when she whirled around and gave the teen a furious glare. 

“What were you thinking!?” She snapped and for the first time that day Varian’s cheery façade fell away. He stood there stunned by her sudden change in demeanor and hurt by her accusatory question.  

“Get in the car.” She ordered before Varian could offer up any defense and both teens sulkily obeyed.

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Aunt Cass was beside herself with anger and anxiety. There was also another, more disturbing feeling, that she couldn’t quite name at the back of her consciousness, like a cross between a half forgotten nightmare and deja vu. The phone call, the police station, walking out with two teenagers in tow; it all felt eerily familiar and yet somehow, off. 

She was repeating history and yet it wasn’t Tadashi that sat across from her now. She kept glancing over to the dark haired boy slouching in the front seat, reminding herself that it wasn’t actually her child sitting there, back from the grave. 

With a deep breath, she took a look through the rear view mirror to see Hiro sitting in the back. He had just finished texting his friends telling them where he and Varian were at. 

“Is Baymax with them?” She asked. 

“Yeah, he’s with them.” Hiro replied and put his phone back in his pocket. He knew his aunt would want to start lecturing them soon and he knew it’d be best if he paid attention to that. 

“So” Cass asked, “do you want to tell me why you were at the bot fight today?” 

The question was mostly for Varian since he had been the one to participate in the competition, but the teen only remained silent. He instead stared ahead out the windshield not wanting to meet her gaze. 

“Well, I hope you realize now how dangerous and reckless that was. You were incredibly lucky the police showed up when they did, and that Officer Cruz was willing to let you both off with just a warning.” She admonished and gave a meaningful glare at the rear view mirror; hoping Hiro would see how serious she was and realize that he too wasn’t fully off the hook. He did see and wiggled uncomfortably in his seat. Varian, however, still gave no indication that her words had reached him. 

“You could have been hurt,” She continued, “or gotten yet another blemish on your record. And for what? Money? Bragging rights? You’re both so smart and have such bright futures ahead of you. Why waste that on a game?” She slammed the brakes hard as they came to a red light, growing more frustrated by the lack of acknowledgment from the blued eyed teen. “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve been down to that police station in the past two years? It’s not a pleasant experience to know your child is in trouble. It’s.. well, it’s frightening, is what it is. A million questions run through your mind. Are they hurt? Did they hurt someone else? Will they be let back out? Am I going to have to close the shop again? I hope you keep that in mind next time you want to go show off your robot making skills.” 

“Yes ma'am.” Came the hollow whisper from Varian. It was an automatic response, one meant to placate rather than confirm anything the other person had said. Varian wasn’t used to lectures. Even back home when his father would get on to him for something, it was usually just a single order or a weary sigh of disappointment. Quirin had always been a man of few words. Hiro’s aunt however never seemed to run out of words. Had it been anybody else, he may have not cared, but the woman had been so kind to Varian that he now felt nauseous with guilt. 

Aunt Cass huffed in exasperation. She wasn’t getting through to him. And why would she? She wasn’t his mother. He barely knew her outside of the few times he’d come over to visit her nephew. There was nothing to it, she’d have to call the boy’s father and let him know what had happened. Though she had no idea what time of day it was in, where was it, Russia, no, Corona? 

“I’d ground both of you if I could, but I can’t. So we’ll just have to call your father once we get back to the café.” 

That got his attention. Varian looked at her wide eyed with fear and even Hiro seemed worried at that. 

“You better have his number ready when we get there. No weaseling out of it.” She ordered. “Just think what your father will say when he knows you’ve been arrested.” 

The face Varian gave her when she said that statement nearly broke her heart. He looked like he was about to cry. But there was no time to dwell on why he was so upset as the light changed to green again and she had to focus on driving instead. However just as the car began to move she heard the sickening sound of a car door opening and feet hitting the payment. 

“Varian!? What are you doing!?” Hiro called out and Aunt Cass turned just in time to see Varian running away from the car and across the street. She froze in horror as the boy dodged oncoming traffic and the cars behind her began to loudly honk their horns, ordering her to move. She only unfroze when she saw Varian make it to the sidewalk, breathing a sigh of relief. Only to sharply inhale again, when she saw him take off running once more down an alleyway and out of sight. 

Her mind raced. What could she do?

“You want me to go after him?” Hiro asked. 

“You stay in this car young man!” She ordered. She wasn’t about to have two children lost in the city. Coming to a decision, she made a U-turn and headed back to the police station.

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Varian ran. He ran past buildings, parked cars, and street vendors. He pushed his way through crowds and ducked down dark alleys. He ran until his legs ached and his chest stung with each breath but still he kept on going, blindly turning every which way, not really caring where he went. He only knew that he needed to get away. Away from this strange city and away from his shame. 

Neon signs flashed above and tall glass and metal spires towered over him, increasing his anxiety. What was once a world of wonder now seemed frighteningly alien. The swarms of oddly dressed people that surrounded him started to make him feel claustrophobic as they passed by without giving him a second glance. He just wanted to go home, back to the normalcy of the green fields and the warm fireplace that he would sit by in the kitchen. Where he could look out the window towards the forest and see the stars in the sky as he curled up with a good book or a hot cup of cocoa that he’d managed to save up for.  

Finally, he came to the large bridge that connected the metropolis to the other side of the bay. There he saw the inviting woodland in the distance and took off down it’s walkway. The sun was beginning to set and city lights started to twinkle in the distance as he made his way across. Tears stung his eyes but he dared not stop to wipe them. 

He made it to the other side as night began to settle and the moon started to hang overhead. He ran along the side of the road for a little ways more before taking a sharp turn and diving straight into the forest. The ground was rougher here and he stumbled once or twice over a root or a rock he didn’t see in the dark, but still he kept on running. 

He only stopped when he came to the foot of a giant tree. It wasn’t like any other he’d seen before, massive in size and shooting high into the night sky, but it smelt kind of like a pine or a spruce, but not quite. Whatever, at least it wasn’t another skyscraper, he thought as he collapsed next to the thick trunk, his hands digging into the soft red bark of the tree. He slid down to the forest floor as he began to sob and other more familiar scents and sounds assailed his senses. The smell of earthy moss, the rustle of tree leaves above, the damp grassy ground soaking through his coat, all of it reminded him of the woods near his home and helped to calm his nerves. 

He shuttered another sob and choked back tears. He didn’t know what to do any more. He didn’t want to face anyone he knew or think about how he’d let his father down, again. All he wanted was just to be back where he belonged though he knew deep down that he could never return to that place in time two years ago. He huddled under the tree, resigned, and cried himself to sleep. 

[myforeverforlife]

meet me in my office.

For @ilovexiu​ Kyungsoo + 15. “No more!” - “Okay, fine, I won’t send you any more selfies.” + 25. “You can’t ride a bike?” - “Why are we whispering?” + 61. “Move!” - “Why would I move if I’m so comfy where I am?”

Masterlist

Despite working for one of the top music magazines in the country, it wasn’t often that you worked with anyone outside of your office floor. You were much too busy keeping finances for The Exploration with the rest of the team on your floor to even think of mingling with the rest of the staff on the floors above and below you. The only times that you did run into someone outside of your department were during your lunch breaks.

Grateful that you had chosen to wear some comfortable loafers instead of your usual heels, you waited for the elevator doors to open on the third floor. It was on this floor of the building that employees were encouraged to rest during lunch or break time. While the third floor was mostly reserved for casual meetings between departments, there were also rooms set aside with the intent for employees to take a half-hour to eat their meals. The kitchen on this floor was also much larger than on the others, save for that of the editor-in-chief’s, and the refrigerator was often stuffed full with labeled bins of Tupperware containers.

As the elevator doors opened, you weren’t surprised to find the usual suspects already on their lunch breaks.

“Hey, Y/N!” Chanyeol, one of the journalists from the fifth floor called out to you. His head peeped out from a doorway, the rest of his body hidden behind the wall of the room he was in. “Come eat lunch with us!”

“Let me get my stuff from the kitchen first!” As much as you liked to eat out with your coworkers for lunch, it wasn’t practical to do it everyday. Plus, sometimes you genuinely missed eating home cooked leftovers.

After heating up your food in the microwave, you headed over to where Chanyeol and some of your other coworkers were. Upon looking inside, you were taken aback to see that the only other people in the room were Junmyeon, one of the assistants to the editor-in-chief, and Kyungsoo, another journalist like Chanyeol. Your stomach began to do somersaults upon seeing the wide-eyed man, a familiar giddiness rising in you once you laid eyes on him.

“Join the rest of us and our sad leftover lunches,” Chanyeol greeted, nodding towards an empty chair at the table. Sure enough, it was the one next to Kyungsoo.

“They’re not sad leftovers,” Kyungsoo argued as you silently slipped into the seat beside him. “Good food is good food, no matter if its been refrigerated and reheated all over again.”

“Alright, sorry. I should’ve known better than to insult food in front of a bona-fide foodie.” Chanyeol winced as Kyungsoo pretended to poke his arm with a fork.

Junmyeon just smiled fondly at his friends’ antics before turning his attention to you. “How’s your day going?”

“Well, aside from some calculations on how much it’ll cost to fly some of out journalists out to that music festival next month and some reviewing of the past week’s expenses, nothing too exciting has happened.” You speared a piece of chicken with your fork, popping it into your mouth as you thought. “Oh!” You hurried to chew and swallow your bite of food before speaking. “But I did hear through the grapevine that the spread on Kai’s new album is gonna be insane.”

“Insane? Like good insane, or...” Chanyeol trailed off, his large eyes watching you curiously.

“It sounds like it’s gonna be really good. They’re thinking of having it set in Milan, since he’ll already be there for a Gucci event.” You sighed dreamily, fork dangling from your hand and you rested your chin in your other hand. “I’m really jealous of whoever gets to go on that trip.”

Kyungsoo was all too immersed in his lunch, picking absentmindedly at his food with a hint of pink dusting his cheeks. Junmyeon cocked his head, studying the other man with interest. “You okay, Soo?”

With a cough, Kyungsoo straightened up. “Yeah. Uh, I’m actually going on that trip. I’m going to be holding the interview with him.”

“You’re what?!” both you and Chanyeol exclaimed at the same time.

“You’re so lucky!” you added, stars in your eyes. “Are you excited?”

Kyungsoo shrugged. “I guess, I mean, his music is good, but I’m just not sure I’m the right person to interview him. I’m not a fan like you and Chanyeol.”

“If you want me to go for you, just say the word,” Chanyeol offered. He broke into a wide grin when Kyungsoo glared at him, completely unfazed.

“I’m sure you’ll be fine,” you said. “And it’s probably better that we’re sending someone who’s not already a Kai fan. You know, being unbiased and all.” You laid your hand over one of Kyungsoo’s. “We’ll miss you though.”

Kyungsoo stammered, eyes flickering between your face and your hand on his repeatedly. Noticing his friend’s dilemma, Chanyeol smiled wickedly as he leaned back in his seat, arms crossed. “Yeah, we will. I guess we’ll have to send you pictures of us every day so you won’t forget what we look like.”

Easily distracted, Kyungsoo forgot all about the sensation of your hand on his as he was reminded of Chanyeol constantly sending him pictures of random things throughout the day. The worst this week had been one of a pile of chocolate wrappers with no explanation, sent at three in the morning. “No more! No more pictures from you unless it’s actually important. And no, finding a chip in the supposed shape of a celebrity isn’t important.”

Chanyeol pouted. “Okay, fine, I won’t send you any more selfies either.”

Kyungsoo bit back the comeback lingering on his tongue, not wanting to argue with Chanyeol in front of you. Granted, you had seen him and Chanyeol fight playfully before, but still, it was important to Kyungsoo that he keep up a perfect front in front of you. You were always so sweet and bubbly, to put any sort of damper on it seemed like a sin.

“When do you leave for Milan?” you asked, waiting eagerly for Kyungsoo’s response.

“By the end of this month. Our team’s just starting to plan things out with people on your end, so once all of the expenses are calculated and the reservations are made, we can head out.”

“I know you’ll have a great time!” You tapped your feet excitedly against the floor, knees bouncing up and down. “Gosh, you get paid to go to Europe.”

“I’ll bring you all back some souvenirs,” Kyungsoo promised.

“Don’t worry about it,” you said, even as Chanyeol shook his head in disagreement. “Save your money to do some fun things for yourself. You deserve this break.”

Kyungsoo’s cheeks turned rosy as he smiled, his eyes cast downwards. “Thanks.”

All talk of Milan was replaced with a story Junmyeon had about a missing story and the frantic 24 hours he just had. Kyungsoo watched admiringly as you laughed in all the right places, and sympathized with Junmyeon in the rest. You were so attuned to others’ emotions, he was surprised that you had chosen to work in what he considered the emotionless field of organization and computing with numbers. But what he didn’t know was that sometimes you needed the distraction that finances gave you.

Especially when it came to thoughts of him. 

A few weeks later, in a fit of boredom, you wandered over to Kyungsoo’s office on the floor below you. Once you got there,you knocked on Kyungsoo’s open door, leaning against the frame. “Hi, can I come in?”

“Of course.” Kyungsoo took off his headphones, clumsily setting them down on his desk. “What brings you over here?”

“Nothing, I just got bored. Things have been slow today since we’ve completed almost everything for the next month’s spread. How are preparations going for your trip?”

Kyungsoo sat up, clearing his throat. “Pretty good. They told me that your team’s already cleared reservations at the hotel, and for the flights there and back. I’m just worried about traveling within the city — how expensive do you think it’ll be to take a taxi or a rental car everywhere?”

“Hmm, I’ll have to get back to you on that. It shouldn’t be too much though. Ooh, you can go biking through Milan! It’ll be like in Roman Holiday. Well,” you put a finger to your chin as you thought. “I guess not exactly like it, since you won’t be in Rome.”

Kyungsoo smiled to himself at your monologue. “I never learned how to ride a bike.”

“You can’t ride a bike?” your voice immediately dropped down into a whisper.

“No. Why are we whispering?”

“Oh, sorry. I was just surprised, I guess. I mean, you know how to ride motorcycles but not a bike?”

“I only know how to ride a motorcycle because Chanyeol practically begged me to learn with him. He said there wasn’t a point in having a license if he had no one to ride with,” Kyungsoo said, rolling his eyes with a smile.

“That’s sweet of you. You know, most people would have just ignored him or told him no straight-up. But then again, you’re not like most people.” You grinned back at him, brushing a piece of hair away from your face.

Kyungsoo stared blankly for a second, eyelashes nearly brushing against his glasses. “Are you flirting with me right now?”

Startled by his sudden bluntness, you stumbled over your words. “I-I guess? I’ve really been flirting with you for a while.” Kyungsoo continued to stare wide-eyed, completely motionless. “Sorry, I um... I’ll just go.” You turned to leave when Kyungsoo got up from his chair, his hand reaching out for your wrist.

“Wait,” he said. “Where are you going?”

“Back to my office. Can we uh, just forget this ever happened?”

“Why?” Kyungsoo’s brows crumpled up.

“Because it’s embarassing, and you obviously don’t feel the same way!” You wrenched your wrist out of his hold.

“What? When did I say that?”

Both of you were equally as confused, you on the verge of running out of the room and Kyungsoo still shell-shocked from your sudden confession.

“Well... you didn’t, really, I guess. I just assumed since you didn’t say anything...”

“I.. you caught me off guard,” Kyungsoo replied. “I’ve liked you for a while, Y/N.”

The two of you were locked in an staring contest, both sides processing the reality of what was going on.

“Really?” you finally spoke up. “You’re not just saying this to make me feel better, right?”

“I’m not,” Kyungsoo replied with a tiny shake of his head.

“How come you never said anything? I never would’ve confessed if you hadn’t called me out on it right now.” You laughed shyly, one hand coming to play with the hem of your sleeve.

Kyungsoo shrugged. “I don’t know. I was worried I was reading too much into it, that I was just imagining what I thought I saw.”

Both hands clasped behind your back, you moved closer until you were face to face with him. “Well, I’m here now. And this feels pretty real to me.”

His gaze dropped down to your lips, his tongue peeking out to run over his own lips briefly. Leaning in, your eyes began to close, Kyungsoo following your lead and doing the same. He was only a few inches away, you could feel the warmth of his body as you slowly, slowly closed the gap until —

“Hey, are you — oh. Uh...”

You and Kyungsoo both jumped back from each other in surprise, your hand on your heart to try and calm the frantic beating while Kyungsoo ran a hand over his hair. “Sehun,” Kyungsoo spoke up gruffly. “What is it?”

“Uh, the boss wants to see you in her office. You too, Y/N. The finance team is running over the final numbers for the Milan trip.”

“Coming!” you chirped up, looking much calmer than you had a second ago. Kyungsoo, on the other hand, was still trying to get over the surprise of Sehun bursting into his office.

With a quick nod, Sehun hurried away, his footfalls soft against the carpeted hallway.

“Well, I guess we’re needed right now.” Noticing Kyungsoo’s dejected expression, you reached up to smooth down his tie and dust off the shoulders of his button-up. “Don’t worry, we can finish this up later.” With a wink, you pulled on Kyungsoo’s hand, leading him to the editor-in-chief’s office.

Lucky for you, your team was let out a bit earlier once the final numbers had been run through and all last-minute changes had been accounted for. You waved to Kyungsoo as you left, giggling to yourself as he looked after you longingly. Seeing as you didn’t have anything immediate to work on, you took another detour back to his office and waited until he came back. It was worth it to see Kyungsoo pause at the doorway when he saw you before beaming widely.

“Hey, what are you doing in my chair?” Kyungsoo asked, coming to lean against his desk.

“Well, seeing as it was empty and no one else was here, I thought I might as well take advantage of it. You know,” you relaxed against the back of the chair. “I think your office is a little bigger than mine.”

“Move! You have your own chair in your office,” Kyungsoo teased lightly.

“Why would I move if I’m so comfy where I am?”

Kyungsoo rolled his eyes with a smile. “Fine, you can sit there.”

“Thanks. I was hoping we could pick up where we left off.” You winked suggestively, bursting into laughter as Kyungsoo gaped open-mouthed at you. “Soo, I’m kidding. But on a similar note, are you free for dinner tonight?”

Kyungsoo was still reeling from your use of his nickname, a goofy grin on his face as he nodded. “Yeah, I’m off at six today.”

“Perfect. I’ll meet you downstairs in the lobby then." Rising from Kyungsoo's seat, you were about to walk past when you surprised him with a kiss to the cheek, your lips lingering for a bit before you continued on, out of his office and back to your own.

He stared after you, dropping into his chair with a hand to his cheek, as if he could still feel your lips there. Just at that moment, Chanyeol walked in, a sheaf of papers in his hand. He paused in his steps when he noticed the dazed expression on Kyungsoo's face, concern twisting his eyebrows upwards. "You okay, Soo?"

"Yeah," Kyungsoo sighed out happily. “Never been better."

A/N: this started off as y/n and kyungsoo getting stranded during a road trip, but I kept coming back to it and nothing was working out, so I ended up trying out another trope i’ve always wanted to do: office romance haha

[plumblackjeon]

Ares (Pt. 1)

boxer!Jungkook x Reader Genre: Smut/Angst Word Count: 5004 Warnings: 18+ Perverse sex, drug use, minor character death, stripping, prostitution (for now)

Jungkook is from a poor, working-class family. He is the best boxer in their little town. This story explores his life - hardships, love, hate, sex, death, and all the vices life has to offer. 

Just so there’s no confusion, this story is inspired by my own fic from ao3. Also, please let me know what you think - your feedback is really important to me!

A too familiar morning.

He is out before 6 AM and it’s too cold for his denim jacket to keep him warm. He frowns in the cold air, letting out a shaky breath, as his bag keeps sliding off of his shoulder. The sky is really dark today, completely covered by the huge black clouds, which will surely bring rain later during the day.

It’s so quiet, that the only thing he hears is the slight rustling of the leaves, being carried away by the autumn wind. As he nears the gymnasium, he sees a flock of birds flying over the old building. A couple of steps more and he’ll finally feel warm – after he pushes the hard entrance doors. As soon as they close behind him, the loud sounds of the birds disappear – and he doesn’t even know that this is the last time he’ll hear them.

He inhales the all too familiar smell – the smell of an early morning, the smell of rubber mats they train on, the smell of freshly greased training equipment.

 And this is what he lives for.

 His shoes are too tight and worn out, but his mother won’t afford a new pair any time soon.

He is here before the other guys, and his workout doesn’t stop until his entire body is covered in sweat. When he finishes, he still has 20 minutes before the training starts. The lights are still off and the color of the trees is accentuated by the gloomy weather, illuminating the entire hall with a greenish blue light.

 A muffled melody breaks the silence and he searches through his bag to find his phone. The corner of his lips turns upwards before he even opens the message. And there, on the broken display, is a “I wasn’t able to fall asleep when you left...” and a video.

 His footsteps are echoing through the hall as he walks towards the bathroom stalls, holding the phone in his hand and waiting for the video to download. He throws his bag onto the pale blue tiles and enters one of the stalls. The video finally downloads and he presses play.

Jungkook instantly recognizes his silver necklace, hitting him in the chest, as he thrusts at a fast pace – his forearms bulging in the video, as he focuses on holding himself up. Shy whimpers can be heard behind the camera, together with the squeaking bed and ragged breathing. “You like that? Like when I fuck you like that, huh?” He was barely able to finish the sentence, breathing hard in between each word – his voice always stern and rough when he fucks.

He replays the video one more time, precome oozing out of his tip, when he receives another message. He downloads the second video, and plays it after a couple of seconds.

He squeezes his cock over the thick material of his tracksuit, biting into his lip at the feeling and slightly groaning in frustration – he still has about 15 minutes before the training starts – but the smash of the heavy entrance doors closing brings him back to reality and he turns off his phone.

It’s the coach – he always comes here before the other guys, just to set up everything for the training. Jungkook exits the bathroom and walks towards the main hall.

“Did you have a good warm-up,” the coach asks Jungkook, throwing the heavy bags he was carrying onto the rubber mats.

Jungkook looks at him, still breathing hard from his workout and he replies, “not bad.”

That’s the only thing he says – he doesn’t even shrug. There’s no unnecessary body movement when he speaks. His answers are very concise – straight to the point. He doesn’t smile just to make the other person feel more comfortable. He doesn’t ask meaningless questions just for the sake of being polite, like “How have you been? How was your day? I heard you transferred to a new company, how do you like it there?” He doesn’t ask if he’s not genuinely interested – he doesn’t pretend. And he doesn’t understand why other people do that.

His short answer makes the coach feel a little bit uncomfortable, and so he asks another question under pressure, just to break the nerve-racking silence, “How’s everything at home?”

This time, Jungkook actually shrugs, because the situation at home has never been worse, and so he needs a little bit of time to come up with a lie, “fine,” he frowns a bit, his lips curving downwards and he shrugs again, “the usual.”

The coach looks at him, with some suspicion, but decides against prying any further, and so he starts talking about boxing, “so, we’re starting 1 on 1 training tomorrow, and I want you to be here at 5 am. We’re aiming for the finals now, because you’re the only one who can actually do it… But there is absolutely no room for error now.” He looks at Jungkook with a somewhat stern look on his face, hoping that his words affected Jungkook in some way.

Jungkook just nods.

“Jungkook, I hope you realize how serious this is. Not only for the club and your boxing ambitions, but…” he hesitates a bit, but decides to continue “you can finally get that money for your brother.”

“I know,” Jungkook says, nodding a few more times, with a reassuring look in his eyes.  

 Minutes pass by and the other guys start arriving one by one, and when their cheap plastic clock on the right wall shows 7 O’clock, the actual training starts. Sounds of bare feet tapping across the room can be heard throughout the hall, strong masculine bodies hitting the mats – competitive young men and excess testosterone.

Time goes by fast when he’s here and he feels dread when the training is over, because he has to go back home. After he exits the gymnasium, and the hard doors close behind him, another painful day starts.

He walks back home – the wind has started blowing harder than when he first got out of the house this morning – he rubs his hands over his arms, in hopes of heating them up a bit, but the worn out denim just hurts the blisters on the pads of his fingers. Luckily, he has less than ten minutes until he gets home.

He walks through the inner courtyard of the building complex he lives in, which looks more like a park – just a lot of greenery and benches with interlocked buildings creating a sort of concrete maze around it.

The entire neighborhood is old and most of the buildings are in bad condition. They’ve turned grey from all the smog, and almost all the glass on the front doors is broken and covered in graffiti. The buildings were built specifically for the working class, back in the 80s – some of them are square shaped, some L-shaped and there are also five solitaires in the middle, which everyone calls the white angels. Jungkook lives in one of them.

 When he gets home, Taehyung is there, waiting for him in his room – his dad must have let him in. “Why aren’t you answering your phone? I’ve been...” Taehyung motions with his hand, as he struggles to finish the sentence, and he looks almost angry because his mind isn’t working. “I’ve been…” his eyes are half-closed, and he probably doesn’t realize how slow his movements are and how much he is slurring his words.

Jugnkook can already tell what’s going on, so he doesn’t say a word, he just keeps looking at Taehyung, with a stern look on his face – because he’s fed up with this, he’s fed up with Taehyung’s shit. Mostly because he doesn’t know how to deal with this, he can’t get through to him, Taehyung dismisses everything he says and the frustration in Jungkook just keeps building up, because he feels so fucking helpless.

And so he almost yells at Taehyung, after too much time has passed, “you’ve been what?!”

“Calling you the entire morning!” Taehyung finally says, managing to raise up his voice a little – as if he has the right to be pissed – but he’s physically unable to yell.

“I had training,” Jungkook looks at him, anger starting to build up in him even more now, “I’ve had training every morning for the past three years.” His tone is painful for Taehyung. “Are you on heroin again, Taehyung?”

Taehyung frowns, his nose scrunching – his expression full of rage “Fuck you,” he spits out, “I told you I tried that shit once man, ok?!”

There’s an awkward silence, but Jungkook doesn’t give into it, he just keeps staring at Taehyung. So naturally, Taehyung gives in, breaking under the pressure – especially since he’s desperately trying to defend himself.

“I forgot man... I’m just drunk… I didn’t really go home since last night.” He tries to sit on Jungkook’s bed, moving across the room painfully slowly, “anyways, I wanna sell my leather jacket, so, like, I wonder if..” he makes another unnecessary pause, breathing heavily, as if it’s physically hard for him to speak, “if like,” he raises his voice all of a sudden, “any of your guys from the gym are interested.. Soo, that you can... you know…” He looks at Jungkook, thinking that Jungkook understood everything, not realizing how confusing his sentences are.  “So, can you ask them? If they are?”  

Jungkook is sitting on the couch, right across from Taehyung.

“You look like a fucking junkie,” Jungkook almost hisses, with disgust written all over his face, “you can’t even speak.” He waits for a reaction, but it doesn’t come.

“Are you that fucking dumb? Did you really decide to be a heroin addict, who shits and pukes all over himself, because he’s so out of it? Is that it?” He waits again. “Why did you stop boxing? What, you don’t like it anymore? All of a sudden? Taehyung?!”

Taehyung looks so insulted, but at the same time, he can’t do anything about it, because just trying to focus on Jungkook takes so much energy and concentration. He’s trying so hard to keep his body still and not fall down, but he doesn’t realize that his upper body is swaying from left to right, even though he’s sitting down. His breathing is so heavy and it is so painfully loud in the uncomfortable silence Jungkook has left them in.

“You wanna sell your favorite jacket?” Jungkook continues, “that’s your only jacket.” He waits for a response again. “Why do you need the money so bad?”

“Fuck you man.” Taehyung’s reply is filled with so much hate, that Jungkook was actually able to hear the sound of all the spit that has gathered in Taehyung’s mouth, as he was pronouncing that “F”.  Taehyung starts getting up, pulling up his pants, and slowly walking towards the door.

“Every time I come to you for a favor, you act like a fucking woman, nagging and talking shit all the time. When have you turned into this fucking savior, huh? Does it get you off? Huh?” He grabs the door handle, but looks at Jungkook, before he opens the door, “does this make you feel better, because you can’t help your brother?”

Jungkook just stares at him and Taehyung leaves.

The first few seconds, Jungkook actually feels the need to run after Taehyung and smash his skull. But then he suddenly comes to his senses, and he wonders – when has their friendship turned into this shit? Talking like they despise each other, frustration building up on both sides. He hates the way Taehyung talks to him, the way he’s treating him – who the fuck does he think he is?

Then, after he calms down a little, he actually starts thinking about this the right way. Jungkook is disgusted with himself for feeling impatient and inconvenienced – for feeling irritated by Taehyung – when instead, he should be helping Taehyung.

But he doesn’t know how.

 He has to take cold showers, because their electricity was turned off, for not paying the bills. His mom is out again, his dad is prostrated across the table – his brother long forgotten, as he continues to wither in his hospital bed.

******

 Jungkook skips over a puddle, it was raining hard tonight and it’s chilly outside. There’s no one on the street, he only hears his footsteps tapping across the wet concrete, as he heads towards the club. The air is fresh and the street lights are reflecting in the puddles – a scenario that he knows all too well. He’s already drunk, because alcohol is less expensive in the 7/11 than at the strip club, so he always drinks before he goes there.

He pays for sex – not because he has to, far from it, but because it excites him – it heightens the sexual experience

It’s also a subconscious thing – he feels “loved” here, he is every girl’s object of affection – he is everyone’s favorite. They care for him, nurture him, they heal his scars – both inside and out. He loves the delicate touches, how careful and tender girls are with him – after an entire day of being hit, he guesses that’s kind of normal.

But tonight’s a special night, because tonight he actually came here for someone.

 The bass is so loud that it almost hurts your ears, but you’ll get used to it soon. The music in the club is purposefully chosen in order to create a dark and exhilarating mood, which awakens all the beasts of the soul.

You’ve just exited the changing rooms, entering the main floor of the club, and after a minute of looking around the crowd, you recognize the guy from yesterday. At least you think it’s him, because you can only see his back.

But after a couple of seconds he turns around and now you’re sure it’s him, because of the nasty scar starting all the way from his mouth and spreading across his left cheek – in a way, distorting even the corner of his lips a little bit. You’ve heard of this before, supposedly, it’s caused by cutting the person from the corners of his lips, all the way to the ears, leaving a scar in the shape of a smile. But usually, it doesn’t look as severe as his, you’ve never seen a scar like that, and he only has it on one side of his face.

You’re so caught up in your thoughts that you don’t even realize he’s spotted you too, and now he’s walking towards you. You can’t help but smile a little when you see him, because you’re happy that he’s here for you.

He’s also smiling as he comes up to you, towering above you, because he’s so tall. You want to kiss him, but there’s no touching on the main floor, so you beckon him towards the back rooms – that’s what he’s here for, after all.

But his hand finds its way to your hair, his thumb caressing your cheek, as he smiles lovingly. But now dread is written across your face, because you know that your boss is there somewhere and that he’s gonna get so pissed off because Jungkook’s touching you in front of everyone. And sure enough, you can see him right behind Jungkook, walking towards you.

You try to prepare yourself, as you watch him come over, but as soon as he sees Jungkook, his eyes widen and he looks completely surprised – almost in awe. Jungkook looks at him once, but pays no further attention to him, and pulls you a bit closer.

“Jungkook, what a surprise! Would you, maybe, be interested in a private room?” You’ve never heard your boss be that polite to anyone, so you wonder – what is it about Jungkook that’s causing this special treatment?

Jungkook replies, but doesn’t even spare him a glance and just continues examining your face “yeah, we were just heading there.”

You enter the back rooms in silence – you’re already used to it. You both act like you know each other – as if you’re lovers, who have been separated against their will, and now you have reunited after a long time – you don’t say a word, but every move is filled with such intense emotions. You smile at each other, your kisses are desperate and passionate, but also intimate – he kisses your chest, your hands, your shoulders – and that’s unusual in a place like this.  

He pulls out his cellphone from his pocket and puts it on the small table.

He sits down onto the couch and god... his physical appearance is so divine – god-like. His shoulders are broad, but then his torso narrows down towards the waist, giving his silhouette a beautiful shape. The muscles on his arms are very prominent and are nicely accentuated by the black shirt he’s wearing. And then, your favorite part – his thighs are huge, the muscles large and sturdy, even more so because he’s sitting down. His legs are spread apart, inviting you to just sit in his lap.

You straddle him and decide to break the silence, “you came back,” you say.

His fingers are warming up on your thighs, the watch on his wrist ice-cold as it moves up your skirt. You put your hands around his neck and play with the ends of his tar-black hair there. He just nods as he starts breathing heavily.

“How was your day?” He says, cupping your cheek and you’re surprised at how gentle he is.

“Ok.. The usual.”

He pulls you in for a kiss and you start by kissing his bottom lip first – tasting the remaining alcohol – then you playfully lick his top lip a little bit, before he deepens the kiss. He starts squeezing you harder, encouraging you to grind your hips. He starts pushing his hips into you and can feel the outline of his hard cock.

His hand is in your hair again, guiding you in all the ways he wants, as he lowers down onto your neck, licking long stripes with the tip of his tongue. And you can’t believe that just kissing with him feels this good.  

He clashes your lips together, whimpering in frustration, as his thrusts become more desperate.

You press the palms of your hands down to his sturdy chest, touching him everywhere. Seeing the creases on his shirt blows your mind a little bit, because you didn’t realize you were pulling on it so hard. He takes his shirt off – which leaves him only with his silver necklace on – and you’re finally able to feel his beautiful skin.

You start licking into each other’s mouths again, but the sound of his phone ringing snaps you out of it. He stands up with you still in his lap – holding you by your thighs – he puts you down and walks over to the small table where his phone is.

And you realize that this is the first time you’ve seen his back, naked, because you had no idea that he has a tattoo. He has a traditional Japanese tiger, tattooed all over his back. “The tiger,” you think to yourself, “the sign that is feared – the one who represents strength and courage.”

You completely miss the conversation he was having on his phone, and before you know it, he’s back on the couch. He beckons you over and you sit next to him, with his arm wrapped around you.

It’s so weird, because you feel as if this is your living room and he is your husband – he doesn’t rush anything, he doesn’t want to fuck you straightaway – he’s fine with talking and kissing. But tonight you don’t want to talk, so you straddle him again.

He brings his hand to the nape of your neck, pulling you by the hair and tilting your head backwards. His other hand is on your back and so he’s basically pushing you down on his thighs – while you’re still straddling him – as he towers above you. He just looks at you for a couple of seconds and he kisses you hard, pushing his tongue deep into your mouth, letting out a loud exhale through his nose.

When he pulls you up again, you start grinding onto his hard cock, riling him up, his breathing becoming more ragged.

He pushes you off his lap and onto the floor – a loud thump breaking the silence – when your knees hit the wooden floor. His legs are spread apart, naked chest heaving, and you grabs his calves instantly, pulling yourself upwards, in between his legs.

His massive silver watch looks like a kind of restraint on him and you’re not sure why you like it so much – the fact that he’s naked and he’s only got these two pieces of jewelry on him.

He places his hand on the nape of your neck again, pulling you towards him, as he towers above you.  He pulls you towards his face – you flash him a smile and you open your mouth. He spits into your mouth, letting it dribble out slowly and pulls you in for a kiss.

You’re surprised when he pulls you into his lap again – you thought you were gonna suck him off first – but you learned yesterday that he can be a little bit impatient. He pulls out a condom from his pocket, unzips his jeans and takes out his cock without pulling his jeans down – not even a little bit – and you think to yourself that that’s pretty masochistic, because the metal zipper is pressed into his cock.

You hover above it and you slowly push it in. Your lips part as you do so, moaning when you completely sit down on his thighs, with his cock fully inside you.

You instinctively tighten around him and he groans, already feeling himself leaking into the condom. He starts slamming into you, your ass slapping against his thighs, as you hold onto his wide shoulders. You move your hands to the side of his face, caressing his cheeks, his jaw – just touching his face all over. Then down to his shoulders, his ribs, his abs – you can’t believe he’s real.

He slows down and just darts out his tongue, waiting for you to suck on it. You smile again, wrapping your lips around his tongue and pulling it into your mouth. You start kissing again, clenching every time he slams into you. He closes his eyes – can feel them rolling back into his head – as he nears his orgasm.

“Fuck me,” you barely manage to say, but he stops and pushes you down onto the leather couch, turning you around and pushing your face into it.

“Is this what you want?” That’s the only time he speaks, voice so deep from the alcohol and lack of sleep.

 He rubs the head of his cock over your clit, almost making you cum then and there. He pushes his head inside first and he’s balls-deep the next moment. He brings his hands down to your ass, parting your cheeks, as he looks down at his cock moving in and out. Jungkook places his hand on the back of your neck, holding you down, as he slams into you harder and harder.

You come in silence, your body completely paralyzed from how good it feels. And soon after, he comes, too.

After that, it’s like you’re in your room again. He lights up a cigarette, sitting on the couch with just his jeans on.

“I have this dream,” he starts speaking, “from time to time.” You’re right beside him, listening carefully. “Always the same dream,” he puts out his cigarette and pulls you into his lap. “I’m in a room with this woman and she’s feeding me butterfly wings.” He makes a pause. “I know it’s weird, but they taste nice – like the sweetest, most delicious candy you’ve ever tried.” You’re playing with his hair, as he tells you about his dream, and you listen to him carefully – you don’t know if you’re more mesmerized by him or by his dream.  

“But the wings are so thin and so delicate, that, as soon as she touches them, with the pad of her finger, they stick onto it. And I stick my tongue out,” you look him in the eyes, as he grabs your middle finger and brings it to his mouth, “and she puts them on my tongue.” And he sticks out his tongue, licking the pad of your finger. Shivers run down your spine and you think that you’re finally in love.

******

The crowd is so loud he feels like the entire arena is shaking from their chants. He’s never been in a match this big. They have about ten minutes before they go out, he’s jumping around a bit, warming up, before his coach comes up to him with boxing wraps that he has to put on his hands.

He’s not nervous, he was never the type to feel anxious before something so important and he doesn’t even know how lucky he is because of it. He was born like that and he never had to think about how other people struggle because of psychological pressure.

The coach is saying some words of encouragement as he’s wrapping his hands, even though there’s absolutely no need for that and he knows it. Everyone from his gym is there to support him and in a way he feels happy, because they’re starting to look like a proper team, ready to take on the world.

This is as big as it’ll ever get in their small hometown, but he’s already dreaming of the huge spotlights in the Las Vegas arena.

The clock is ticking and he can’t wait to exit the small white room they’re currently in. The coach went back to the locker room to put away the remaining fabric, but he’s taking too long and they’re supposed to exit in a few minutes. Jungkook hears some faint chatter – a female voice – she seems to be speaking with his coach and then the conversation starts getting louder and louder.

Everyone’s looking towards the locker rooms and finally Jungkook’s mother appears, babbling something seemingly inaudible, or maybe his brain is just unable to process it because he’s so surprised that she’s there. His coach is physically trying to stop her from entering the main room – she looks drunk, completely wasted, maybe that’s why – but then the coach continues speaking to her, raising his voice: “Please don’t tell him now! Now is not the time!”

But she doesn’t listen to him, violently trying to push him away. She searches for Jungkook in this little room filled with unfamiliar people, and when her eyes finally meet with his, she looks so angry at him, her look full of hate, “your brother has died!!!” The sound that leaves her mouth could only be described as a screech, it’s a sound he’s never heard coming from his mother.

And with that, he’s being pushed outside as his name is being announced to the hundreds of people. He’s in complete shock and he’s sure it shows, his black eyes are as wide as when he was a little baby, when his huge bambi eyes were so prominent on his small face. The reaction that he’s supposed to have is not coming out – he knows that he’s supposed to cry, that he’s supposed to scream, but he can’t, and he doesn’t understand why.

The loud cheering of the crowd is driving him into complete aggression, because his brain starts perceiving it as a threat. His body is overwhelmed with emotion and he feels as if he’s going into shock, but instead of fainting, he’s becoming aggressive because he feels attacked.

He doesn’t even remember how he got into the ring, the judge has already announced their names and the match has started. He remembers to hold his fists in front of his face, even though he’s not consciously thinking about it.

Receiving a couple of blows to his head kind of clears his mind and makes him focus on his opponent. Jungkook tries to hit him once, but misses badly. At the end of the first round, he manages to land a few punches.

He keeps reminding himself that he has to stay focused, because this is the fight of his life, this is what he’s been working for every morning for ten years – and then he suddenly remembers that his brother is dead and that this match doesn’t mean anything anymore. He’s been preparing three years for this competition specifically, just so that he can win the money for his brother’s treatment. But now what? Why is he in the ring now?

Somehow, the entire second round passes with him thinking about this, and what’s more surprising is that he lands some very successful punches – he’s pretty sure he’s gonna win this round.

He manages to calm down his mind and his performance improves greatly – he actually has a chance of winning this thing.

His opponent starts hitting him viciously, and Jungkook starts getting angry again – he has just realized that he let his brother die – if he doesn’t start acting differently, the same thing might happen to Taehyung too. And this guy keeps hitting him in the face – who the fuck does he think he is?!

Jungkook puts all his strength into the next two punches, sending the guy down onto the floor, but he just can’t stop himself now and so he kicks his opponent in the head as he’s lying on the floor.

The next thing he hears is the painful sound of the whistle and it finally brings him back to reality – he’s disqualified. Probably from participating in any championships or tournaments for a couple of years.

The burning lights of Las Vegas have turned off.

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[thehomierobbstark]

Do you think Erik likes being in front of the camera? Like if his woman was a photographer and asked him to do an x rated photo shoot just for their eyes only. I’m talking baby oil and everything, would he be a little nervous?

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A/N:  First, l want to say that I absolutely LOVE this question.  I know I’ve been sitting on it for a minute, but every time I read it I get so many ideas in my head of how this would go, and I love how unique this thought is.  I also really wanted to incorporate the above twitter post into a story, so I figured this would be the perfect opportunity! I broke this up into two parts because I felt like it would flow better, so more is to come for this. As always, thank you for asking!  I hope you enjoyed my interpretation of this!

Warnings: At the bottom 👇🏿👇🏿👇🏿.

This is for all my lil cute ass black gorditas out there rockin back fat, belly rolls and thick ass thighs that touch!!  x Reader is always gon be black, chubby, and sassy.

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“I want you to come home.”

Erik lies face up on the arm of the couch, his long legs making his feet dangle over the edge on the other side, his huge body taking up all the space in the middle.  He throws an arm over his forehead, blowing a raspberry and playing with the coiled extension cord that strung out from the base on the wall.

He was soo bored, waiting for her to get back to keep him company and make his night much more interesting.

“Baby, you know I’m working late tonight.  I won’t be back for another few hours, I’ve got one more client left to shoot.”  Y/N looks out the large glass window of her downtown studio, looking at the traffic pile up down below.  

She hears him groan on the other side of the line, followed by the sound of shuffling.

Erik sits up, leaning over the back of the couch to look at the wall clock.  6:47.  He kisses his teeth, pressing the phone back to his ear as he lays back down.

“Is this that same picky ass indie chick that cancelled on you twice already?”  The bass in his voice comes out, and she can tell by the way his breathings changed that his nostrils are probably flared out in irritation and his grip on the phone is tighter.

It was 6:47 on a Friday night, and instead of being laid up on the couch with him, his baby was still at the studio waiting on some flake.

“You should’ve told her to find somebody else, my baby time far too valuable to be sitting around for some bummy ass knotted haired white chick to show up.”

“Relax, babe! Please? She called earlier and told me she’d be here at 7:15.  I’m good babe, I promise.”  Her voice is soft and soothing in his ear, and the veins in his forehead smooth down at her request.

Fine.  He’d relax.  But only because she’d told him to.

Rolling over to his side, he changes the subject, not wanting his own sour mood to influence hers before the shoot.

“You eat yet?”

“…No,” she admits, voice meek.

“I’ve been caught up in portfolios since three, but I’ll see if I can take a break around 8:30 and order in.  Maybe that Indian place down the street?”

It was one of her favorites, and she’d discovered it one day when she was scoping the area for her studio a few years ago.

“You ain’t eat since WHEN? Uh uh. I’m coming down there Y/N.  That lady got you and me fucked up.”

He shoots up from his spot on the couch, reaching over to grab his Nike Air Bakin’s he’d kicked off earlier.

“Erik-”

“Nah babe, that bird not coming, and my girl not going hungry a second longer.  Call up that Indian place and order what you want. I’m on my way.”

She doesn’t even have a chance to dispute the plan before he air kisses her over the phone and hangs up, the hum of the dead line left ringing in her ear.

“Well, OK then,” she shrugs, and she holds down the switch, listening for the dial tone before typing in the number to Akbars Indian Restaurant.

~

At 7:30, Erik rolls into the parking structure under the building, the warm to-go boxes of Indian food filling the car with their mouth watering aroma.  He’d taken it upon himself to order a couple extra samosas and garlic naan, even though Y/N said she was swearing off carbs a couple days ago.  

He knew she loved the baked goods, and even though she didn’t agree, he loved the way she looked when she carried some extra weight on her.  All he wanted to do was keep her fat, happy, and laughing.  

His perfect little plump princess.

He keys himself into the building, riding the freight elevator all the way up to the top floor.  He lifts up the gate with one hand, stepping onto the dark marble floor of the wide open space and hearing the melody of soft jazz echoing around from the overhead speakers.

She often liked to work while playing music, stating that it helped to get her mind in the zone.  He eases up on his heavy footsteps to quietly navigate his way through the hallways, the veins in his forehead making a comeback.  

Even if that bird did end up showing up he didn’t care, she was just gonna have to wait in the lobby or some shit while he pulled Y/N aside for a lunch break.  And if she had any problems about that she could speak directly to him.  He had a few things of his own he wouldn’t mind getting off his chest.

He turns the corner into the main room, seeing a white backdrop and studio lighting on the far wall, the reception desk mirroring it on the other end of the room.

A few white leather couches decorated the space in the middle surrounding a dark oakwood coffee table, and off to the side laid an old quilted blanket with a couple floor pillows thrown on top, looking out of place.

He puts the food down on the coffee table and walks around, looking to see where Y/N is.  Before he can exit out into one of the neighboring storage rooms, she appears from around the corner, carrying some silver utensils and napkins from the kitchen as well as a couple bottles of water.

Her face warms as she sees him, mouth spreading open to reveal that gorgeous million dollar smile of hers that Erik couldn’t get enough of.

“You’re here,” her voice is airy and light, and he walks to meet her halfway, enveloping her into his arms.  She lets herself be engulfed, burying the side of her face into his chest.

They stay like that for a few minutes, no words being said as they hold each other, Erik making soft grunts of contentment as he presses kisses into the top of her head.  He lets the smells of her blueberry scented hair products fill his nostrils, taking in a huge breath.

“I missed you.” He finally speaks, and she leans her head back, neck craned as she looks up at him, resting her chin on his stomach.

“I missed you too,” she smiles, and she links her arms together behind him, his head dipping down low to kiss her on the lips, groaning lowly at how soft and plush like they feel against his.  

He closes his eyes, letting his mouth lazily rest on top of hers, too comfortable to move away.

“Where patchouli at?” He mumbles against her mouth, and she snorts a laugh.

“She not coming.”  She sighs, and he sniffs, giving her an admonishing Uh huh, told yo ass.

“Whatever,” she grunts, peeking around him towards the coffee table, the smell of the Indian food sparking the interest of her nose and her stomach.

She tries to pull away to go check out the awaited meal, but he pulls her back, whining from the back of his throat.

“Mmm nooo, I’m not done yet.” He lays his head on top of hers and holds her in place, her weak little attempts at wiggling out of his grasp failing miserably.

“Mooveee,” she moans at him, fake crying. “I’m hungryy.”

He can hear the pout in her words, and he smacks his gums and lifts off of her, succumbing to his baby girl.

“Fine.  But I’m laying on you while you eat.”  He takes her hand and leads her over to the blanket and pillows on the floor, grabbing the bag of food on the way.

“Baby ass…” she comments under her breath, but his ears pick up it, and he drops her hand, swatting her on the butt.

“Yeah and you love it too, don’t even front.”  He remarks confidently, and a bashful smile pokes at her cheeks that she fights from becoming full blown.  She did love it.

They sit, working together to lay out the food, Y/N grabbing one of the brussels sprouts out of the container and popping it into her mouth, chewing hungrily as she finishes filling up her plate.

She sits cross legged, digging in as Erik settles himself with his head in her lap, the rest of his body sprawled out on the floor far out of the range of the blanket.  He doesn’t care at all though, rubbing his large palms against her thighs and nudging his face under her shirt to kiss at her increasingly expanding stomach, happy to see all of the items on his list of three being fulfilled.

He munches on some of the food eventually too, mainly after she’d shoved one of the potato samosas into his mouth to stop his nipping at her tummy so she could finish in peace.  

After scooping the last bits of saag paneer into her mouth, she packs up the leftovers, Erik taking it to go put it in the staff refrigerator.  She folds up the floor blanket, dumping it and the pillows into one of the storage chests lined against the wall.

Before she even realizes he’s back in the room, Erik latches back onto her, wrapping his arms around the front of her waist and puling her back into him, humming into her neck and rubbing her full belly.

“You gon gimme a tour now?” He asks her, and she laughs at their little ongoing joke.

Y/N always changed around the decor and artwork of the studio, utilizing the projects of her latest clients and collaborations to give her fresh ideas and inspiration for upcoming shoots.  

Every few weeks there was a new theme, and since Erik could only visit a couple times a month because of his own busy schedule, every time he came it was like a new experience for him.

Since it was February, her current theme was “Black Love,” her way of honoring both the cultural celebration for the month and the Valentine’s Day celebration that fell in the middle.  There were portraits of several of her old clients hung around each studio room, like family portraits, engagement photo shoots, and maternity spreads.

Each studio had a different focus, too, so it was almost like walking through a museum the way that each room told it’s own story.

Since Erik had wedged himself back into his favorite spot - arms around her shoulders and nose buried in her hair - she had no choice but to waddle herself (and his) out into the hallway to begin the tour, starting with the first door on her left.

Opening the door, they step in, immediately hit with the scent of cinnamon and soft vanilla, and it feels like the aura of the room wrapped them in its arms for a warm, comforting embrace.

“I present to you: Studio One; Age Ain’t Nothin But a Number.”  She smiles lightly to herself at the name she’d borrowed from Aaliyah’s infamous first album.  She’d absolutely loved the artist since childhood, and wanted to pay homage to her legacy, honoring her the right way.

The color scheme was a shimmered gold and deep burgundy, the colors immediately, reminding Erik of his friends grandparents house he’d often visit after school back in Oakland.  Their house smelled exactly the same, and he could even spot the cinnamon broom sticks in the corner, giving off the fragrant smell.

The couch was vintage but it wasn’t old, and the carpet under his feet had him flashing back to the countless nights he’d spent on one just like it playing hot wheels and street fighter Sega matches.  

The whole room reminded him of his childhood, a feeling somewhere between nostalgia and longing striking him in the chest.  It was solidified even further for him when he looked up at the wall and saw the portraits that were hung around.  

Staggered along the wall were pictures of older black couples, some by themselves, and some of couples portraits.

The biggest picture hung in the middle, and it was of a young black couple, maybe early to mid thirties, the man a deep chocolate and the woman and ebony goddess.

It wasn’t until Erik took a closer look that he noticed the clothing they wore appeared to be from an older time.  As he studied their facial features, he realized that all of the pictures in the room were of them, just at different ages.

“One of my first clients,” she speaks from under his chin.  He’d walked them further into the room, stopping in front of the wide portrait to get a better look.

“They came in for a shoot to celebrate their 60th wedding anniversary and they told me their story.  How they met, their first kiss, their first ‘I love you’s’.  Four kids and eight grandkids later, and this is the legacy they’ll be leaving behind.”  She smiles warmly as her eyes roam around the walls, taking in the history of their love.

“I asked if I could feature them in this months theme and in return restore their old photos for them, and they happily agreed.  They even lent some photos of their own parent’s for me to use.”

She points over to the corner of the room, Erik shuffling the both of them over to look at the aged photos from another time.

The both of them observe silently for a few moments, finally separating from each other to explore on their own.  Since Y/N had already seen the collection, she hung by the door, watching as Erik walked around the room like he was visiting and exhibit.

“I wanted this room to represent love in it’s truest form, and how it can survive through the years if you’re willing to put in the work.  It’s never too late to find love, or do everything you can to keep it alive.”

The entire display was absolutely beautiful, and after Erik was done soaking in everything, he felt as if he’d experienced this couples love story, right along side them.

“What are their names?” He asks her, making his way back to her to assume his original position.

“Judy and Maurice Jackson.”  She answers, and it’s almost as if by saying their names it breathes life into the room.

“This is amazing, baby.  You’re so incredibly talented,”  he praises her, and he brings her hand up to his mouth to kiss her knuckles, making her cheeks warm shyly.

“Thank you Erik,” she whispers back, and she kisses him on the cheek before grabbing his arm and pulling him out of the room, turning off the lights and shutting the door behind them.

For the next hour, that’s how they spend their time; moving from studio to studio as Y/N explains the story behind each idea.

The themes explored parental love, familial love, friendship, and cultural identity, the last one detailing just a few examples of how diverse and expansive black culture is in the United States.

Each studio had it’s own name as well, titled in order: ‘Me and Your Mama’, ‘We Are Family’, ‘Way Back’, and ‘Say It Loud’.

The last studio was a private one that Y/N had been working on for the last couple months to get it prepared for a new service she was offering in the spring.

The service would only be available to select clients, but she’d been dying to give it a test run.

Luckily, her favorite client had decided to drop by today of all days, giving her the perfect opportunity to try it out.

Approaching the closed door, she slides herself out from under Erik, instructing him to stay put while she goes inside to get the room ready.

Thinking it’s an interactive theme, he stays put, his only complaint being for her to hurry up because it was cold without her.

A few minutes pass with Erik out in the hallway by himself, and when she finally opens up the door, her small body is looking up at his, her favorite DSLR camera around her neck with a 28mm lens attached to it.

Before he has a chance to voice his confusion she pulls him into the room, shutting the door behind her.

This studio is significantly bigger than the other ones, large enough to fit an entire California King size bed and two sofas, one a suede midnight black and the other a leather blood red.  Fur pelts decorate the ends of the couches, and a gigantic faux white fur rug sits in the middle of the floor.

A couple lighting setups are sitting in the corner of the room, along with a few shaded lamp covers, one in purple, one in red, and the other in white.

Over the bed hangs a low hanging chandelier with both red and purple bulbs alternating around it.

Erik hadn’t said a word since he’d stepping into the space, just the sound of his footsteps as he walks around the room, observing everything.

His curiosity leads him over to a table on the far side of the room, and he picks up one of the many bottles of baby oil sitting on top of it.

He turns around, and his face says it all.

“Y/N….” She can hear the unnervingly calm tone in his voice, meaning that she had about 5 seconds to start explaining before he put a hit out on all her male coworkers.

“Okay BEFORE you start freaking out, just wait a minute and listen.”

His nostrils flare out a little bit and he works his jaw, putting the bottle down and crossing his arms.

“You got one minute.”

She launches into her rehearsed pitch, already having practiced it in her head ten times before she even opened the door to let him in.

“Spring is coming up, and I want to offer a new service to returning customers who’d expressed their interest in the past when I brought it up.  I’ve done their maternity shoots, their engagement portraits, their anniversary photos, and now I want to try my hand at…boudoir photography.”

He opens his mouth to speak, but she cuts him off, still having 30 seconds on the clock.

“It’ll only have a trial run of two months and I already have five clients booked.  It won’t become a permanent service yet until I can get feedback from them, but… I need someone to test it out on first before I can start.”

His eyes grow wide at that, his eyebrows almost up to his hairline.  He’d met a few of her loyal clients, and while he tried to keep it under control, he couldn’t help but be a little bit cautious when it came to some of them.  

She was adored and loved by all of them, and on more than one occasion he felt like a few of the women had tried shooting their shot at her, right in front of him.

When he’d brought it up she’d laughed it off, telling him he was just being paranoid because she was bisexual, but he knew what was up.

No way anyone could just take one look at Y/N and not be immediately drawn to her; she had that effect on people.  He had to protect what they had, and he wasn’t about to just watch it slip through his fingers.

“Nah babe, Ion like it.  You already got way too many people up in here tryna get atchu, they don’t need an entire room dedicated to giving them an opportunity.  Get one of your interns to do it.”  The plain look on his face combined with his still crossed arms indicated that the conversation was over, and there would be no further discussion on the topic.  

He must’ve forgot who he was fucking with.

She narrows her eyes, taking a step towards him.

“First of all, I wasn’t asking for your permission, I was telling you about my next business venture.  I’m a grown ass woman and this is my business.  You have no say here, Erik.”

His eyebrows were raised again, but for a different reason this time. It wasn’t often that he and his girl got into arguments, but when they did he always got just a little bit aroused at the fire in her eyes when she started going off.

She continued.

“Second of all, my interns aren’t paid to soothe your bruised ego, they’re paid to assist me when need and to gain valuable experience in their field.  So try again.”  She’d gotten increasingly closer with each word, and before either of them realize it she’s back in front of him again, her presence dominating.

He gives her a once over before laughing humorlessly, looking away for a moment before speaking again.  

“So, what? I’m not even allowed to have an opinion on this?” His brows are furrowed together, eyes concentrated on her face.

Her own facial features soften, and she reaches out with one hand, holding his face in her palm and stroking her thumb over his cheek.

“Aww babe, of course you’re allowed to have an opinion.”  A small smile appears on her lips, and she finishes her statement.  “Just make sure you have it quietly.”

She drops her hand and turns and walks away to finish setting up one of the light fixtures in front of the bed.

He stares at the back of her head as she goes, burning holes into it with his blazing thoughts.

She was completely right.  He had no place trying to take control over her ideas regarding her studio, especially after just seeing how amazing the outcome could be when she had creative license.

Even so, he couldn’t help but to be pissed with the way his princess was speaking to him.  He’d have to remind her before they left tonight about keeping that mouth of hers in check when she was popping off at him like that.  He figured a few backshot sessions over the front desk would be a good memory refresher for her.

Reaching down to adjust himself through his pants, he grunts in acceptance, following her over to where she was.

“Well, do I at least get to have a loud opinion on who it is you’re gonna be testing this out with?” He pouts.

She clicks the soft white shade into place on the camera, then walks over to the light switch to turn off the main fluorescent lights and tun on the red ones, their subtle glow primarily on and around the bed.

“I hope so baby.  Because you’re the one whose gonna be testing out for me.”

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Warnings: Fluff, Humor, SoftBoi! Erik

[paradise-of-guilty-pleasures]

Shattered Reflections {15}

[Helsa RP- Fanfic]

Fandom: Frozen

Genre: Post-Frozen/ Canon Divergence

- Hurt/Comfort, Drama, Romance

Pairing(s): Hans/Elsa, Kristoff/Anna

Previous Chapter: 14. Useless

A/N:

Some Helsa for the Heart After Last Chapter

15. Dejected

Hans remained quiet for the evening. He spoke only sparingly to the doctor, admitting that he wasn't in a mood to chat, while his bandages were changed as usual. He said nothing as the doctor tutted at him for snapping a stitch, and fixed it. As usual he refused pain medication, and went right back to laying down. He didn't acknowledge when food was brought in, and by the time Elsa arrived, still hadn't acknowledged the tray. He never ate in front of people, but usually he at least ate, barring when he slept through pain. If anything, he seemed as isolated from reality as he had when he had awaited trial on his ship. Silent and far-away.

Elsa had wondered if it was a good idea to visit Hans today at all, after her chat with Anna earlier that day. Yet, she'd promised to visit him to the best of her availability. She thought she should at least try to visit him, if briefly to check in on him. On her way to his room she crossed paths with the Captain. He knew where she was heading and decided it was best to advise. "I wouldn't visit him today. If I were you, Your Majesty," he cautioned. "He might not be in the best of spirits for having company right now." 

 Of course he wasn't going to stop the Queen if she still wished to visit, he just thought to give her a friendly warning. 

 The Captain's words concerned her, now giving her more reason to go check-in on Hans. As soon as she opened the door she could feel an unpleasant aura emanating from the room. The chamber felt dark and cold, even to her. As soon as she laid eyes on him she saw how distant and dejected he looked, she knew something had really gone awry. Elsa would have apologized for coming by so late, but he seemed so out of sorts to even care for trivial formalities. Instead she made her way to the bedside. She took note of the untouched food on the bedside table. Once she was close enough to really examine his face up close, she noticed a few discrepancies that weren't there before. Firstly, she noticed that his cheek was inflamed, and she could have sworn it had already healed; Secondly she noticed a slight puffiness to his eyes, that did not look like they came from tiredness. She sat beside him, and gently touched his hand. "You haven't touched your food," she stated, knowing she couldn't directly ask him if he was alright. "I'm not in the habit of eating with others around, and it seems I keep getting visitors." He replied, his tone light, but not remotely matching his face. He had some odd ability to do that, it seemed. Perfect voice control, even while not bothering to try with his face. It was a lie through and through, and it was perhaps an indicator that he didn't want visitors to begin with. It was most obviously a lie in that the food was cold, and he couldn't possibly have had that many visitors in a day. "I'm sorry, but I'm not in much a mood for chatting today. I've said perhaps more than I ought to, lately, and done precious little. Perhaps when my wounds are healed." That could be weeks, however, and was a far cry from his desperate desire for conversation before. Perhaps this was the Hans that escaped the Southern Isles, the one that hated being there and did all he could to go unnoticed. He even spoke quieter.

Elsa was greatly afflicted; she had never seen Hans this despondent, it was quite disheartening and she was afraid of leaving him alone. "You don't need to speak, if you don't wish to do so," she said softly as she brought her hand against his reddened cheek.

Hans closed his eyes and turned them away from her, just slightly-- but it also brought his cheek a little closer to her hand. 

 "Please," He muttered, but 'Leave me be' went unspoken. He couldn't bear to ask her to leave, not when her presence and sympathy brought him so much company. The lightness dropped from his tone, he was clearly miserable, and just didn't want to share that with her. No, as usual, he tried to hide his pains, even if they didn't leave marks. The slap to his cheek was nothing, he didn't even feel it anymore. It was the rest that hurt. Everything else, everything Anna had said, bit at him worse than any blade could.

Elsa let her hand linger on his cheek for a long moment, looking at his forlorn face. She let out a sigh, as she slowly retracted her hand, she was going to grant him the space he wanted even if it hurt her to do so. "Please try to eat, alright?" she coaxed, as she shifted to get up. Elsa would have attempted to feed him herself, but it seemed he had enough of people for one day.

He sighed a little, too, and reached up just a little. Not enough to take her hand, but enough to brush it. Not away. Just, a touch. Then he retracted back into himself. Was it strange that he felt he cared for her more in that moment, than any other time? He didn't have to express everything to her for her to understand his pain. He didn't have to pour his heart out for her to sympathize, and most telling of all, she cared about him. Even if he didn't deserve it, she wanted him to recover and be happier. It was too much, in truth. He trusted she would leave, as he curled in on himself a little more, and felt a new wave of tears threaten to fall. He listened for the door. He couldn't cry in front of anyone else, it was bad enough that he had tears at all. Men weren't meant to cry. Not in his family.

 Elsa looked back at Hans one more time, before she let the door click behind her. She let out a sorrowful sigh, something or more likely someone had greatly affected him. He mentioned he'd kept getting visitors today, and that made her wonder: Had Anna come to confront him? That's the only explanation she could think of why he'd be so visibly upset. What exactly had they said to each other? It had to be pretty bad if even Hans was having trouble hiding all of his pain like he normally did. She had to go to find Anna to find out, especially considering Hans was noticeably distraught, she could only imagine her little sister would be in a similar state as well. It wasn't hard to find the pair. Kristoff was in Anna's room-- which, with anyone else might have been alarming, but Kristoff was a gentleman among gentlemen. He wouldn't do anything without Elsa's say-so, for certain. Indeed, at the moment, he was humming and holding Anna in her room, easy enough to hear from the other side of the door, trying to calm her spirits and make everything -he hoped- a little better. He was always a pretty even-headed young man, and not one for rash decisions. --

 Knock Knock "Anna, may I come in?" Elsa called through the door. "I wish to speak to you."

Anna was less than happy about an intrusion, but she pulled herself away from Kristoff to meet Elsa at the door, with a sheepish and clearly not-super-happy attempt at a smile.

 "Hey, sure, come in." She had a suspicion what it was about. It had to be Hans, right? "Soo, I'm gonna guess you visited him and he wasn't his usual self, huh?" Why else would she be there? At least she knew his dejected look had to be real, then. "How bad was it?" She couldn't help but cringe. This wasn't going to be a fun conversation, but she had to know.

"Pretty bad," Elsa said with a nod as she made her way in. "Bad enough to the point that I think he'd possibly been crying? His eyes looked pretty puffy to me. What exactly did you tell him, Anna? And did you strike him? His cheek was pretty red as well." Anna cringed a little. Crying was a little... unexpected. "I did." She admitted, looking only a little regretful about it. But she huffed and crossed her arms. "He did try to kill us. I'm-- I just can't believe he's not here for something bad. He told me what his plans were when he got here, he was trying to use me to fix his own problems! So, yeah, I got mad." She still sounded a little defeated, though. She suspected Elsa was going to defend Hans on this one, and that didn't help her mood. "I didn't think I said anything that bad." And yet, she could pinpoint where he shrank, and when he stopped being all there. She didn't know why it upset him so much. Nothing she said after that seemed to make anything any less bad. She shifted uncomfortably, not wanting to admit where things had gone horribly wrong. It felt like Elsa would just get mad at her-- even though she totally had every right to be angry at Hans for what he'd done, right? What sane person wouldn't be mad?

"Anna," Elsa disappointingly sighed. "I don't know what was said, but this is exactly what I feared would happen, actually it might be worse than I imagined," she continued with a shake of the head. "Was he hostile towards you, as well?" Elsa asked, curious to know if the quarrel was warranted to escalate or if it was one-sided like she suspected.

Anna cringed a little, realizing that, really, it was pretty one-sided. "He was... just fine. He was super polite and it made me nervous. Remember, that's what he was like before too." She pointed out. "How are we supposed to know what he's really like, after everything we went through? After everything I went through? You didn't talk to him before the winter like I did, you didn't get to know what he was like. He seemed so genuine back then, too.” Kristoff seemed thoughtful, at that. He didn't say anything, but knitted his hands together on his lap and watched everything unfold in silence, as he had with Hans. "I just don't want him to do to you what he did to me. It's all smiles and easy laughs and chivalry until you need him, and then he's--" She took a deep, angry breath, trying not to snap at Elsa too, for falling for it. Couldn't Anna be stupid enough for both of them? Did they both have to fall for the same monster's tricks? "Door unlocked and now he's got a sword. I sure hope you know what you're doing."

 Elsa listened to Anna's concerns; they were all valid considering what happened between them. "You're right, I didn't get a chance to know him back then, yet I don't think he's the same person he was back then anymore, but neither are we. I believe he's changed Anna or at least trying his best to. When he first arrived I also thought he was the same deceptive monster from the fjord, but then I realized he was only human, one that's made terrible mistakes, just like me. I'm not saying you should forgive and forget his monstrous actions as if they didn't happen --even though you seemed to do easily do that for me-- you don't even need to trust him, I know that's too much to ask, after what he's done, but at least give him a chance to prove that he's not the irredeemable monster you fear he is.

"I won't let him hurt me like that, I haven't given him my heart, but I trust he won't try to harm me nor Arendelle. He was already there when I, when Arendelle needed him, if Hans hadn't fought to protect Arendelle during the invasion, I don't think we would have managed without him. He's bedridden right now, because he got injured defending us, and that's on top of the inflictions he already incurred. He couldn't have aided us at all if the door hadn't been unlocked. As for the sword...well, it's a symbol of trust, in more than one way you can say," She acknowledged, she was giving a blade back to the very man that almost struck her with one, after all. "It's a Southern Isles tradition, and he seems to take them to heart."

Anna listened, but she still didn't seem too thrilled about any of it. "Hey, don't start with that 'I'm just as bad as he is' stuff, okay? He locked me in a room to die. You accidentally hurt me because you have unknowable powers nobody could expect you to have a grip on when nobody taught you how to use them, alright? It's not the same." Anna was still quick to comfort Elsa and try to pull her away from those thoughts. "I don't talk about it, or try to think about it too much, but I'm pretty sure I died for a minute on the fjord. I'm not ready to put that behind me. I had a lot of trust for him once, too. I won't say it's impossible for him to be a decent person, but I'm definitely not looking to believe him, either. ...Wait why was the door unlocked before the attack?" This cake seemed to have layers, and she wasn't sure she liked the flavors. 

 "Safety." Kristoff offered, from the back. He truly did listen to everything, even if sometimes he pretended he didn't. "With things required for healing, they couldn't confiscate everything from him for his safety and ours, and there's no windows into that room from the hall. A prison has bars, you know what to expect on the inside. A bedroom doesn't, so the guards could check him quickly without being invasive. In a way, it's as bad as a prison, he gets the illusion of privacy with none of the perks. I imagine it's a lot easier to be a smart mouth toward guards when there's a barred door between the two, you'd have to go through extra motions to unlock it to bridge the gap, and in that there's more time to decide it's a bad idea. The room has none of that." Kristoff knew full well that wasn't the reason, but it was a reason that satisfied Anna, at least. He nodded to Elsa, as if to reassure her that he was doing his best to temper her a little.

Elsa tried to hold her tongue and fight back the words itching to come out, especially with Kristoff trying to help her put Anna at ease. She tried but to no avail, she couldn't conceal the truth anymore. "Anna, I know it's not the same, but I'm still the one responsible for putting you in that situation in the first place, there's no denying that. My mistakes didn't just affect you either, it was our entire Kingdom, I brought it to shambles. I hurt countless people both directly and indirectly with all my bad mistakes. What's worse is I'd almost ended up killing two men, deliberately, up at the Ice Palace. If Hans hadn't snapped me out of my darkness at that moment I'm afraid I would have actually become the monster everybody feared." Elsa looked down at her hands, She never told Anna the last part, it had been brushed under the rug, and hadn't ever been brought up in conversation, since Hans' villainous deeds were all anyone ever seemed to remember. Where was she going with this? She forgot for a moment. "What I'm trying to say is people still got hurt regardless of my intentions, especially you. With or without Hans in the equation, the fact still stands that I almost lost you, because of the frozen heart I inflicted on you, even if it was accidental. It's not a matter of thinking I'm just as bad as him or not. I just don't think it's fair that I got away with only a slap on the wrist, with all the damage I caused; And it's also unfair to continue to shift all the blame onto Hans, when I should be held accountable for what I did as well." Elsa had spoken her mind, but this time she was doing it more matter-of-factly rather than out of the darkness of her guilt. It was all the truth and oftentimes the truth is what hurts the most.

Anna wasn't sure how to respond to that. She still felt like it wasn't the same, but she couldn't find the way to express her frustration or feelings on the matter. Kristoff stood, with his usual ponderous slowness, and meandered over to set a hand on Anna's shoulder. "Now is probably a good time to stop and reflect a while, before someone says something they don't mean." He proposed. 

 "We're just discussing, we're not getting into an argument." Anna protested, perhaps a bit too much. 

 "No, I know you are babe. But you've both had a long and stressful day already, full of things to do. Best to finish this conversation in better starting spirits. Anna, when you're stressed you have a habit of hitting a person's weak spots without knowing it. Elsa gets stressed and makes ice. I'd rather neither of you get stressed about anything for any reason." 

 "I do not." Anna said, but it sounded more like a question. 

 "Tell Hans that. You're taking a break." Kristoff patted Anna's head, like one would with a rabbit. Heavy but not aggressive. She settled a little, that way.

Elsa took a deep sigh. Kristoff was right, he was a neutral party for the most part, carefully listening, but when he spoke he truly was the voice of reason. 

 "You're right it's been a very long day, and it's probably best we leave this discussion here and get back to it later, once we had some time to sleep on it. We could all use some rest," Elsa agreed. She still had no idea what exactly was said to upset Hans so, but it was probably best she didn't know, at least right now, because Anna was right in assuming it would also upset Elsa more. Everyone was already upset enough. That's why Kristoff was wise to stop their discussion for he knew it would devolve into argument sooner or later if they continued it with deteriorating spirits. Elsa felt like she was cornered in this dispute, because she cared for both Anna and Hans. Hans had hurt Anna deeply, she knew that, but she still wished Anna could at least give him a second chance. Anna had ended up hurting Hans too, and that too was heartbreaking, but she also didn't wish to fight her sister over it. She could understand why Anna felt like history was repeating itself. But Elsa really didn't wish for Hans to drive a wedge between her and her sister. In fact, Elsa wished she could somehow be the bridge connecting Hans and Anna, she wanted them to get along, without hurting one another anymore. She knew that wouldn't come easy considering their tragic history, but she could at least hope, because all this hurting was really taking a toll on her too.

Anna and Kristoff both nodded, perhaps all involved relieved that the conversation was ending. 

 "May I walk you to your room, your Majesty? If it's alright with Anna, of course. I'll be right back." He promised sweetly. 

 "Hm? Oh, yeah, of course. Just come back quick, alright?" Anna smiled and kissed Kristoff's cheek. She was more than happy to let Kristoff be alone with Elsa-- because she suspected sooner or later he was going to ask for permission to marry her. Probably not the best time at that particular moment, but hey, at least he was likely to keep it a surprise, and that was always fun. Kristoff returned the kiss to the top of Anna's head, sweet and affectionate and not-too-intimate when they were still dating. More than friends, but not inappropriately so. Moreover, it was an excuse for Elsa to have time to talk to Kristoff, who knew he could be the more even-headed-- and wasn't as afraid of telling the truth, if Elsa asked it. "Shall we?" He proposed, gesturing for Elsa to lead. "Unless you've things to do, of course. I shouldn't assume."

"Oh, of course, I have nothing else to do, and how could I refuse such a kind gentlemanly offer from Lord Kristoff?" She smiled and took the lead towards the door. "Goodnight, Anna," she said softly with a smile. Even though they were having a disagreement, Elsa didn't want to leave things sour with her sweet sister.

 "G'night Else!" Anna didn't seem to hold any hard feelings, either. She was frustrated, but not angry by any means. And who knew, maybe Kristoff would help sort things out. He always seemed to. 

 Kristoff was happy to lead Elsa out, as proper as anyone could ask. He wasn't fond of the 'lord' thing, or of trying to be proper, but he did it because he loved Anna and wanted to spend some time in her life. He made it clear enough that he would be happy living his old life, but he chose to spend time in the castle because he loved Anna dearly. 

 "So, anything else on your mind?" He asked, when they were some distance from Anna's room, and could safely talk without being overheard. "I love Anna, but I know how she is sometimes. I was there, if there's any questions." He didn't consider it 'going behind Anna's back' per se. He loved her dearly, but this was something he felt needed to be explained fully, if questions were to be asked. "I know. I love her too, but sometimes she can be a bit...much and she says and does things without thinking them through. Am I safe to assume that's what happened?" She inquired. "I have a lot on my mind, it's truly been a long day, but I only have one question I really wish for you to answer, that is if you can." Elsa admitted. "Do you know what Anna said or did exactly that made Hans so...dejected? I need to understand so I can do what can to address it tomorrow, and at least try to console him. He tries really hard to mask all pain, so to see some actually seep through, especially to that extent, is well... disheartening, to say the least. He was pretty...broken and it worries me, I was almost afraid to leave him alone."

Kristoff nodded, looking concerned as well. "I had the same fear, actually. I can tell the guards to keep an ear out for anything that sounds suspicious, before I return to Anna?" He suggested, looking intrigued and, perhaps, almost equally worried. Kristoff didn't have fear for Hans for any attachment to the man, but simply because he valued life for what it was, in all creatures. Even the wolves that hunted Sven deserved quick deaths, he thought, and he would never draw their pain out. Perhaps his opinion would change if one ever significantly hurt his friend, but he hadn't felt that yet. 

 "Yeah, actually. I think I can pinpoint it." He thought back and frowned a little, tilting his head. "It was such an odd exchange. In the conversation, when Anna was getting angry, Hans said something along the lines of 'What would you like me to do to be useful'. Something in that phrasing struck me as odd. It had nothing to do with what either of them had been saying before. Anna replied with 'Why are you asking me? I have no use for you'. and after that he looked like a kicked hound. I sort of tried to encourage Anna to leave and be done with him after that. Maybe not as fast as I should have. Even she seemed to feel bad about that. I wasn't joking when I said she knows how to get to weak points. It's her type, in the same way you and I tend to be calm in the face of true danger and anxious around social situations, she's driven by matters of the heart. Everyone has a type, and there's different markers for it. But... Now I'm just getting into the things I've learned from home. Sorry, you're probably not interested in that." He scratched the back of his neck a little, awkwardly. He figured Elsa wasn't interested in what the trolls had to teach him, least of all when it was about personality types. "I hope they're both feeling better tomorrow, and can address this again differently."

Elsa nodded at Kristoff's suggestion of having someone keep an eye on Hans, just in case he let his darkness consume him. She trusted Hans, but he wasn't really in the right head space at the moment and it was better to be safe than sorry. 

 "I see," Elsa responded rather meekly at the reveal. So, he thought he was useless, that was indeed a low blow. Being considered useless would hurt anyone's confidence, but maybe even more so the 13th Prince of the Southern Isles, already being deemed unlucky and the extra of an already 'perfect' dozen.

Elsa let out a sigh. "I really hope so, I don't want them to continue harming each other, they've done enough of that already. They need to start healing. I guess for now, all we can only hope for a brighter tomorrow," she said pensively. "Thank you for clearing things up a bit for me, by the way, Kristoff... oh, and also for taking care of Anna, I appreciate it more than I'm able to express," she softly said, gently touching his bicep. " We're really lucky to have you." Elsa meant it, she admired him greatly, for his gentleness, wisdom and his undying love for her sister, to name only a few of his outstanding qualities, among the countless others that made up his character.

Kristoff seemed uncertain for a moment, shifting just a little in place. "It means a lot to hear you say that, your Majesty." He assured. 

 "While you're thinking that, may I ask something else? I don't want to seem... hm, overzealous? But it's important to me. Maybe I shouldn't ask, but I've already started talking, so here goes." He slowed to a halt so they could talk, especially further from Anna's door; nervousness increasing with every step. "Right now, I'm not asking to marry Anna yet. But, I would like permission from you sometime before I do ask, to bring her to my home for a night. It's a lot to ask, and I know how that sounds, but hear me out." He was quick to put on hold any thoughts of what a man could do alone with the princess for a night. "I live in the forest, within my means. I hunt, I clean pelts, I garden, I fetch water, I arguably live almost like I don't earn an income at all, because I want to live parallel to nature without conflicting with it. But I'm dating a princess, and I can't assume she'll be okay with my lifestyle. I swear I have no ill intent, but I have to know how she feels about my home and the way I live before I make any eternal vows. I don't think I could be comfortable in a castle forever, I assume she would be just as uncomfortable in my home, but if we can both tolerate each-other's lives, I hope we can find a middle ground, or at least a timeshare of some kind. I feel like it would be unfair to both of us to jump into anything without knowing, you know? If you don't like the idea, I'm open to other solutions?"

 No wonder he was nervous, if the people heard there would be tittering for months. He knew Elsa tended to overreact when she was upset, so his ask was spoken humbly and carefully. He never wanted to overstep his boundaries, no matter how open the sisters tried to make them. "I don't need an answer right away, but I'd like her to visit before the winter ice harvesting season opens, if it's possible at all." Definitely not a short wait. Kristoff was a patient man, and one who understood caution better than most. Caution was his job out on the ice, after all.

There was no denying that Elsa was a bit surprised by the request at first. It wasn't the boldness that took her by surprise though, but the idea of her little sister growing up so fast, she felt like they'd barely got reunited, it was hard to believe that marriage (a proper one) might be looming right around the corner for her dear Anna. Deep in Elsa's heart Anna was still that little girl asking her to build a snowman. She didn't doubt Kristoff, she knew well that he bore no ill-intent towards her sister, he was a gentleman through and through, and wouldn't deliberately do anything to harm Anna or tarnish her reputation. Even if Kristoff and Anna loved each other with all their hearts, they undeniably were people from different walks of life. Kristoff was a man of the wilderness and no matter how hard you try to disguise it (with trifling things like suits and titles), it was a part of who he was, a mountain man. Though he did try his best to adapt to Anna's lifestyle without losing himself in the process, yet in order to have a lasting relationship there had to be a compromise, the adapting had to go both ways. A real relationship couldn't stand forever if it was one-sided, there had to be a give and take, to create a perfect balance so they could both live happily together. Kristoff had already given a lot of himself, it was only fair that Anna meet him halfway, especially if they intend to get married in the near future. Anna needed to know if what she and Kristoff had was the right thing for her or not. Elsa briefly paused to ponder, but didn't hesitate at all in giving him her verdict. "Kristoff Bjorgman," Elsa began. "I, Queen Elsa of Arendelle, grant you permission for your request." She smiled. "I trust your devotion for my sister and I know you mean no malice. You just want her to be able to decide without any doubts, if she wishes to continue and wants to take the next step. And I too want Anna to know for certain if that's what she truly wants to pursue, as well."

Kristoff breathed a visible sigh of relief, and nodded. "Thank you." He bounced a little on his toes, thinking about how to plan to ask her and what to do. "I'll... I'll go ask the guards to watch Hans. And make plans, I suppose. I want to make sure I get this relationship right." He was clearly doing his damnedest, all to protect Anna and make her feel safe and loved.

Elsa smiled at his excitement. "Thank you Kristoff," she nodded. They had reached her room already, so she started opening the door. "I know you do. Thanks again for everything. Have a Good Night Kristoff." Elsa made her way in her room, but still looked at him as she addressed him.

He nodded, and was off; adding an excited little bounce to his step as he went, as he considered the possible date with Anna on his way to checking on Hans. He was a good young man, doing his best.

[luciousmafloy]

First Love [pt. 1]

Luka Couffaine x Reader

my first story! yay! i hope it doesn't suck!

Soo, a few things you need to know:

1. English is not my native language so i'll probably do some mistakes lmao

2. your character is a German who moved to paris

3. french is written in english and when your character speaks german i will write it in german with the translation after it

4. i will 'use' the villains for my story not in chronological order- i hope you don't mind and understand what i just wrote lol

5. yeet

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your pov

i stood in my new room. it wasn't fully decorated but it already looked comfy and cozy. i sat down on my grey couch and picked up my phone to text my friend f/n.

we were in Paris now for only three days and i already miss her like hell. on of my fears is that i won't make any friends here. That would suck.

"the food is ready!", i hear my mom shouting for me and my little sister.

even though we are germans my parents speak french with us, so we can improve our french. i think i'm good at the language but i'm not perfect. my sisters french isn't that good so my parents sent her to a special school, where she'll learn the language. she dumb lol. no, my sister is actually really smart. She once won a math competition in 5th grade. I could never. my math is horrible.

anyway , i walked down the stairs and sat down on a chair. It's weird that the house where we live now is our new home. it feels a bit strange, but i will get used to it by time.

"s/n, your bus will drive at 7:35 please get up tomorrow timely"

my sister gave my mom a no-shit-sherlock look and i started laughing.

"fine", she said.

"when you want to improve your french, you have to speak more than one word", i told s/n.

"i can speak french when i want to", my sister said.

"it doesn't matter. Stop it please", your mother interrupted us. she hates when we argue like that, but i can't help it.

after dinner i went to my room and turned on the tv. I found nothing interesting to watch so i decided to watch the news. I need to know at least a bit about my new home town.

the friendly red-haired news lady told something about akumas and ladybug and chat noir.

i already knew the heroes of paris, they looked pretty cool in their animal-like costumes but doesn't the spandex feel weird on their skin? when i meet them, i could ask them this. but no, probably not, that would be weird.

they showed an interview with the akuma victim. the victim was a sweet man who sells ice cream. friendly and genuine persons like him get akumatised too? okay, that is scary... i hope i won't get akumatised, i don't wanna hurt people.

after watching the news, and texting my friend f/n about this strange akuma stuff, i found a funny show to watch for the rest of the evening.

~ the next day ~

my alarm clock played my favorite song at exactly 7:15 am. my sister had to get up earlier than me, because she has to take the bus to get to school when i can easily walk to school.

i stayed a few minutes in my warm bed but after my mom yelled at me i got up and ate breakfast.

"and? excited for school? hell, even i am excited, for both of you!", my mom says to me while she drank her tea.

"yeah, but i'm scared. what when they all think i'm weird and avoid me?"

i'm definitely not the person who just wanders to people and strikes up a conversation with them. nope.

i'm the kind of person who stands alone and watches other people having fun, and then feels bad about themselfes.

"then you have to come ouf of your comfort zone and talk to people"

"ja, weils auch so einfach ist", i mumbled. (yeah, because it's so easy)

"oh, don't be a sissy. now get up and change your clothes and brush your teeth. you have to go in 20 minutes!"

"yes, mother", i said while saluting and pretending her to be my boss.

i walked upstairs to my room and picked out my favorite clothes. i feel a bit confident when i wear them, maybe it'll help me.

after brushing me teeth and doing my skin care routine i grabbed my backpack from the floor and walked downstairs to my mom.

my dad has already left for work, he always leaves early and comes back late.

"mama, ich hab wirklich angst", i said to her. (mom, i'm really scared)

"das schaffst du schon. wenn du heute keine freunde findest, dann eben morgen. versuch einfach ganz normal zu sein, dann kann nichts schiefgehen"

(you got this. if you make no friends today, you will make some tomorrow. just try to be normal then nothing bad can happen)

i smiled at my mother. she is good at cheering me up, that's one of the many reasons why i love her so much. even though she can get pretty strict sometimes.

"thanks, mom. i needed that"

my mom gave me a hug, i felt good. i love hugging people, but i'm often too shy to do it.

"oh my- i have to go now if you want to be on time!", my mom said nervously.

i think she is more anxious than me. anyway, i said goodbye to her and left our house.

i think i know the way to my new school. my parents walked the whole way with me yesterday and even if i don't have it memorized, then why does google maps exist?

on my way i put on my earplugs and listened to my favorite music. music really helps me calming myself down. i was so nervous. the students in my home town didn't really liked me. i had some 'friends' yeah, but without f/n i wouldn't have survived all my school years. i really miss her and i hope i find a f/n in paris.

when i walked into school i looked around. there were many students chattering and having fun, even though its the first day after school holidays.

i checked the time, 10 minutes until the class starts. i better search for the classroom.

with my schedule in my hands i walked up the stairs, looking for my room. i felt a bit lost, there were many students and it scared me.

"hey, do you need help?", i heard a sweet voice saying behind me.

i turned around and saw a small girl, with blond short hair and the biggest blue eyes i've ever seen.

"ähm- ah, yeah. i-i can't find my classroom"

great. why can't i form a single sentence to a stranger without stuttering?

"well, can i see your schedule?", the girl asked smiling. she is really nice.

i handed her the schedule i just got yesterday and bite my lips.

"ah! we're in the same class! juleka come here, it's the new girl!"

a girl with dark clothes came up to us. she looked like the complete opposite of the girl before me, but the fact that they are friends or maybe a couple (who knows?) is super cute.

"hi", said juleka and stood beside the sweet girl.

"that's great! we're gonna get along just fine, i know it! i'm rose, that's juleka and your name is?"

rose and juleka started walking and i followed them.

"i'm y/n. it's nice to meet you guys"

i really hope they will stick with me today. and tomorrow, i hope they are going to be my friends, because they seem really nice and i don't think i will meet other people so easily and fast like that.

"madame bustier told us that you are german! but your french is so good, i didn't even notice a accent. do you already like it here?"

rose talkes a lot. it's cute.

"thank you and yeah.. it feels weird to live here now, but i like it"

rose smiles. "that's nice to hear. look, we're here, our classroom!"

rose opened the door and i walked in behind juleka. there were a few students already here.

i noticed a girl with blue hair who was talking to another girl with brown hair. in front of these two sat a boy who listened to music.

"you can sit behind juleka and me, if thats okay?", rose asked me.

juleka already sat down on her place and looked calmly out of the window.

"yeah, yeah. that's good"

i walked up, but a girl with blond hair stopped me.

"look sabrina, the new german girl is here. they clearly don't have clothing stores in germany, when i see what you are wearing", she said and her friend faked a laugh.

"why do you care about my clothes?", i asked her.

"they look horrible, just like marinette's", the girl shrugged.

"chloé, just because no one except you can afford designer clothes doesn't mean you can pick on us!", the blue-haired girl shouted angry. i think she was about to slap chloé or something because her friend held her back.

chloé simply turned away and started to whisper with her friend.

"i'm sorry about that, but- that's chloé", marinette said to me in a sad tone.

"oh, it's fine. it's not your fault", i told her.

marinette smiled and the girl behind her leaned forward. "hi, i'm alya"

"and i'm marinette, it's nice to meet you. madame bustier has told us about you"

honestly, why are they all so nice? is this some kind of fanfiction or what-

"name's y/n", i smiled.

then a boy entered the class, causing marinette to stare at him. ah, someone has a crush. alya sent me a knowing smile, while she rolled her eyes. i just giggled and walked up to my place behind juleka and rose.

"i heard what chloé said, i'm sorry. she is like that with everyone", rose sighed.

"it's okay. i'm just glad not everyone here is like her"

"me too", agreed juleka.

"i hope she will drop that mean attitude", rose said.

a woman walked into the room and was instantly greeted by every student. it was madame bustier, she looked friendly. i hope she is as friendly as she looks like. "ah, y/n i see you've found a place to sit. but you are alone, how about you take a seat with rose and juleka?". everyone turned to me and i felt uncomfortable.

"ähm- yes, madame?", i said while grabbing my backpack and standing up to sit next to rose.

the class laughed, even madame bustier giggled. "you don't have to call me madam, y/n"

i nooded and said a quiet 'okay'.

what a start.

[baekkieberry]

𝕦𝕟𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕪 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧!𝐚𝐮 𝐛𝐚𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧 1

Genre: demon!AU, Fluff. (angst + smut in future chapters), Supernatural

Characters: Baekhyun, EXO (mostly beagle line + Kyungsoo)

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Summary: Baekhyun had been a demon and living in hell his whole life, hanging with his friends and having way to much fun, until one day he gets kicked out for going too far. He's forced to live in earth until he redeems himself, until he met you, and maybe he doesn’t want to go back anymore. 

Warnings: none 

Word Count: 2411

A/N: hii im sorry this took so long :( I’ve been busy but already had more chapters done! I’ll update more often. Hope you like it! (and yes it’s still inspired by @youxidol ^^) 

I’ll make a masterlist soon! And more storiesxdrabblesxoneshots from other members and baek! stream city lights, you, thats okay and what a life! 

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masterlist:  intro   chap1

Chapter 1:

Baekhyun walked the whole way home feeling extremely bubbly and dangling his zootopia lunch box like a little kid. When he got home, Sabrina was outside already waiting for him “Hi sweetcheeks listen, somethings has been happening to me” she was looking at him while in the back, only for Baekhyun’s eyes you could see his best friend playing with her hair “Ican feel that someone is behind me and playing with my hair but I don’t see anyone” “Well Sabrina I couldn’t tell you cause NO ONE is behind you” he emphasized the no one so Chanyeol could lay her off “Oh well maybe is your beautiful face that’s always stuck in my head sweetcheeks” and just when things got weirder she leaned and kiss him in the cheek. She left to her apartment leaving a very traumatized Baekhyun and Chanyeol behind.

“Ok what the fuck” “Dude you barely talk to the girl you actually like and this old lady just kissed you. Maybe you should reconsider the whole sugar mommy thing” Baekhyun slapped his best friend and they both laughed. Once in Baekhyun’s apartment, Chanyeol finally asked his best friend how were things “You know Yeol I think she may be able to like me back, she laughed at everyone of my jokes and she loved the oreo mini cake that Soo made” “Yeah well Soo it’s not gonna like coming everyday and cook for you” 

Chanyeol was right, his now soon to be personal chef was not gonna like doing this everyday, so Baekhyun decided to give it a try, but with his powers. After Chanyeol left, Baekhyun spent all night trying to recreate Soo’s recipe and when he finally achieved it, he made 500 of them to have for the rest of the week, you did ate like 15 of them. 

In the morning Baekhyun was greeted with a Chanyeol, Sehun and Chen but all disguised as Sabrina “Oh my beautiful sweetcheeks come here so I can kiss you” Sehun started “Yes let’s make out and since you already seen my underwear it shouldn’t be a problem” Chen said laughing and making his disguise disappear. “Can’t believe you told them Yeol, I already thought I had enough with you” he said while going to his living room. “C’mon you didn’t expect me to keep it to myself, If you want I can tell your girlfriend too” “Don’t you dare”. 

They spent the morning talking and watching tv until it was time for Baekhyun to get ready. He couldn’t keep smiling and dancing to every song that he heard. He even danced to Sabrina’s loud personification of Dancing Queen. When he finally got ready he went to the park and he was surprised that you were actually looking for him. “OMG I thought you weren’t coming to meet me, you know me the crazy oreo lady” “I kinda like getting my food stealed” you laughed and looked at his outfit and how it seemed to be tight but well fitted at the same time. You didn’t noticed that you were checking him out a little too obvious “Well do you want to eat the mini cakes or do you want to eat me?” Baekhyun said with a smirk “Oh I’m sorry I didnt I mean not that I don’t but I just… Ok give me the cake and ignore this” You said while blushing and sitting in the grass. 

“Don’t worry, I know that if you had to choose, the cakes would totally beat my ass” You looked at him and laughed. “So tell me you mini cabaekkie, what do you like to do besides… baking” he actually laughed at the new nickname you gave him and you realized how much you liked his laugh “Cabaekkie I like that. Well if I may speak for cabaekkie he actually likes playing games and obviously doing Sabrina’s laundry, that is my favorite hobby of them all” “Well how could you not love it? Old lady underwear? Hell yeah” You two continued to joke about Sabrina and you actually learned a lot about him. 

He was obsessed with PUBG, loved his friends but specially his best friend Chanyeol. He seemed like fun so you wanted to meet him but Baekhyun said he didn’t want that to happen because Chanyeol would expose him “Oh come on I want to hear your little things from when you were little” “That ain’t happening, he knows too much. He’s actually very lucky that he’s still alive” 

This little meetups continued for another two weeks. You would meet him and he would give you his little cakes while you talked about everything that happened the last day or funny stories that you had. It was getting extremely comfortable. After a week Baekhyun finally asked for your number and it was possibly the best thing you guys had. You had this little game of trying to find ordinary people that looked like a celebrity. This originated from one time you saw a woman that looked like Elton John. 

Baekhyun went to sleep with a smile in his face and started listening to love songs more often, maybe even singing them in the shower. “Yeez hyung you are acting like a child today” Kyungsoo said one day “He was always been a child” Junmyeon said from the kitchen. “Look you guys she is one of the best things that has come in my life and I want to invite her to dinner today so i need some help” “Help with what? Literally you’re a demon like..” Kyungsoo hummed “No hyung with what can I say” “Just be yourself she seems to like it… weirdly” Junmyeon said. 

Baekhyun was extremely nervous when he picked his zootopia lunch box that day. You guys had been bonding a lot, calls and texts daily, going to the park at the same time everyday and he was ready to take it to the next level. “Hey so what if we went somewhere nice to eat? not just pastries like real dinner, I know some nice restaurants” he said while you ate “Are you asking me on a date?” “Thats exactly what I’m doing” he said while smirking at you, ‘always so cocky’ you thought “Why are you always so fearless?” You said jokingly at him “Is that a yes?” you wanted to play so you took your time and smiled “It would be my pleasure to go” and at that moment his eyes light up and if he wasn’t pretending to be human, he would have fireworks appear. “The  i’ll pick you up at seven” he said standing up “Wait hold up, today?” you said confused “Yeah today, now gorgeous write your address in my phone so that I can pick you up and just worry about… nothing” he said smiling at you like a happy puppy “Oh okay” and like that he left. And that’s when you noticed, it was the first time he had called you beautiful. 

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When you got home, you went directly to your roommate bedroom screaming “OMG IRENE YOU WON'T EVEN BELIEVEEEEEE WHAT JUST HAPPENED” Irene’s face popped out of her door that was barely open “he did it didn’t he?” “YES HE DID FINALLY OMG QJXHQJHXNWHD” and with that you throw yourself into her bed and started screaming “OMG WHEN IS IT?” Irene joined you with happiness “Today but he didn’t say an hour so I need to get ready now” and just as he seemed to have heard you, your phone beeped, he was picking you at 7. 

“Oh my god maybe he’s gonna murder you” Irene said behind your shoulder “Fuck off and help me” “Do you want help or do you want me to leave” “Can you do both?” you said laughing.

Your best friend and you spend the whole day trying to find an outfit that you liked and you went with a red dress that revealed enough skin but not too much, and by 8:15 you were all done. 

Baekhyun on the other hand was going crazy to leave. And when he arrived he was nervous to ring the bell (yes he was going to ring the bell). He had bought flowers and he was afraid they were going to die, so he decided to put a spell on them so they would never die, plus it was a nice gesture. He ring the bell on your shared home and another girl answered the door “Hey wow” she said when he looked at him “Ah yeah hi are you Irene?” She looked extra confused “Yes?” “I'm here for your beautiful roommate is she here?” Irene giggled “You’re Baekhyun, come in I’ll let her now you’re here” and he entered their home. It was a small house but had it’s charm “Hey cabaekkie” you said casually “Wow you look perfect” He said looking at you up and down with love eyes and you immediately blushed “Oh my god get a room already” Irene was clearly making things uncomfortable so you guys decided to leave. Once outside you saw that he had a grey audi “Seriously what do you do for a living?” he smirked and opened the door for you “One day I’ll tell you, right now let’s get some dinner I’m starving” you entered his car and then he joined, “Where are you taking me Baekkie?” he took your hand and said “You’ll love it”. And he kept your hand in his, listening to music and singing everything “you have a lovely voice” you said smiling “That’s certainly not the only thing lovely about me” he said “I have a lot of secret charms” you looked at the window and said “Can’t wait to know all of them”. 

The restaurant was very amazing. Candle lighted and had a beautiful lake at the back, it had simplicity but was fancy still “Wow baekkie seriously you can afford this?” “Omg stop and enjoy okay beautiful?” he said taking your hand and asking for a table “Do you want outside?” he asked “No I will be cold” he smiled and asked for a table near the windows. 

The rest of the night was as romantic and fun as it could be. He was himself with you. “So I gotta ask you something” he said while you eat dessert, you nodded so he continued “Besides cake and oreo’s, do you like something else?” he was desperate to know how you felt about him. Because even though he was certain you liked him, he needed to hear those words.

“Okay so we’ve been talking for a while and you haven’t learned anything about me? You even invited me to a date and you don’t know anything about me? Seriously Baekhyun, the nerve yeez” you said shaking you head sarcastically. He laughed, of course you would answer like that. You didn’t want to say it yet. You liked drama, and drama means telling him you like him at the end of the date with a kiss on the lips and leave him lovestruck. 

He watched you eat the cake with the biggest love eyes “What?” you asked “Yes beautiful?” he said taking a strand of you hair that was blocking his view. You locked eyes with him, he was certainly the most beautiful human being in the whole universe and he was looking at you like you were the only girl he will ever like “You know I like when you eat cake?” he said smiling “Why?” you blushed “Well you look so happy and I love to see you happy, plus your eyes shine a lot lately, wonder why?” he knew why they were shining. You looked down and whispered “If you already know why do you ask” he laughed. You continued talking about little stuff and sometimes you didn’t talk, but you were comfortable with the silence between you two. 

When you both finished dinner he decided to take you to the little lake at the back. It was beautiful, the moon was shining on it and there were little christmas lights near the edge so that it wasn’t so dark. He turned to look at you “Will you, princess y/n walk with me?” and he proceeded to kneel and extend his hand towards you, you laughed cause it was so exaggerated “Of course young prince” you bowed and took his hand. You laughed but never let go of each others hand. 

The moon was beautiful that night and Baekhyun never thanked more than now, that he was sent to earth, he met you. You two walked holding hands and then he stopped “Y/N you look beautiful and not just today, like you always look beautiful and it amazes me so much. I never thought that i would met someone like you. You are truly a unique piece of art” he started getting closer to you “I know you like me and you know I like you, I want to be part of your life for as long as you let me, and maybe I’m coming a little to strong so for now I will just kiss you, because you don’t know how long I’ve wanted to” his warm hands cupped your face and you felt shivers everywhere, suddenly everything outside wasn’t important anymore. All that mattered was in front of you. He leaned and finally, he kissed you. His lips were soft and warm and he tasted like the strawberries he ate from the cake. you continued the kiss and his hands moved to your hips and at the same time you wrapped our hands around his neck, never separating from each other. He was intoxicating and was a very good kisser. You didn’t want to pull away and Baekhyun wouldn’t even dare to do it. You were everything he has been imagining, you were his new drug and he wasn’t going to stop kissing you. 

When you separated he whined and you laughed “Okay you big baby, you basically kissed me without my consent” “Did I?” he said with a pervert face, you rolled your eyes and said “And yes I like you too” he smiled like a puppy and you smiled back “You remind me of a corgi” He didn’t let go of you hips but he laughed out loud “You remind me of my new girlfriend” 

[kwanisms]

CROSSING THE THRESHOLD - Part 5

Difference threshold is defined as the minimum noticeable difference that a person can detect at least fifty percent of the time.

⤑ genre: smut, angst, fluff, Best friend!Jihoon, Neighbor!Jeonghan ⤑ pairing: Jihoon x Reader, Jeonghan x Reader ⤑ warning: alcohol, mention of rape (no details, just mentioned) ⤑ summary: Jihoon surprises you with a night out after work during which an old acquaintance shows up and details of your past are made known to new friends. ⤑ word count: 4.1k

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You slumped in your seat as the meeting dragged on, trying your best to focus. Unfortunately for you, you overslept your alarm and rushed at lightning speed to get ready for work, scarfing down a bagel while you packed your satchel, half dressed. Now, you tried not to nod off while you sat through a meeting about correctly filling expense reports in a timely manner.

Once the meeting wrapped up, you were introduced to a new employee and two new interns before you were dismissed and free to return to your desks. You stood up, ignoring the whispers of gossip around you, just wanting to get back to your cubicle and get through your work.

“(Y/N), could you stay for just a moment?” You turned your head upon hearing your boss' voice. You lingered behind as the rest of your coworkers filed out. “How much longer until that report is complete? I need it turned in no later than Monday,” she said, holding a stack of folders. “I'm almost finished with it, I should have it on your desk before lunch tomorrow,” you said with a nod of your head.

You exchanged a few more pleasantries before returning to your desk to finish the last 30 minutes of your shift. Most people found office work boring, but you found comfort in it. Book work was always a strong suit of yours in school so you transitioned into college, and later your entry level position, easily.

Finishing your paperwork for the day, you heard your phone buzz in your bag. You were done for the day, so you packed up, grabbing your bag after throwing on your coat and scarf. You made your way to the elevator and pulled your phone out of your bag, unlocking the screen with a swipe.

Hoonie [15:56]: are you off work, yet? You [16:01]: just got on the elevator, why? Hoonie [16:04]: no reason (: You [16:07]: …. Jihoon? Hoonie [16:08]: uwu You [16:10]: what did u do?

The elevator doors opened and you stepped out into the lobby of your office building.

Hoonie [16:13]: look up.

Your feet brought you to a halt and you looked up to find Jihoon standing in the lobby, a huge smirk plastered on his face. You rushed over to him. “What are you doing here?” you ask looking around the lobby. “I came to pick you up. We're going out for drinks,” he said, placing one hand on the small of your back and leading you out the doors. “But I'm not dressed for going out!” you huffed, pulling him to a stop.

Jihoon looked you over. “Take your hair down,” he said after giving you a once over. You raised an eyebrow at him. “Just humor me.” You sighed and pulled the hair stick from your messy bun. Your hair cascaded down in soft waves, courtesy of putting your hair up while it was damp this morning. Jihoon grinned at you. “Got any lipstick in that purse?” he nodded at your bag. Reaching in, you felt around, pulled out your lip tint and put some on. After dropping the tube back in your bag, Jihoon grabbed your hand, pulling you along after him down the sidewalk to his car. “Perfect, let's go.”

Once reaching the car, he pulled open the passenger door and let you in before getting in and starting the ignition. Jihoon drove away from the office building complex and towards downtown. “What brought this on all of the sudden?” you asked as he pulled into a parking space and turned the car off. “We haven't had a night out in a while,” he said getting out of the car. You followed, leaving your work bag in the backseat.

The two of you approached the door to the bar and are let in after showing your IDs. “Put my phone in your purse, cause you know me,” he said as you approach the bar top, handing over the device. “Yeah, you'll call or text Soo-mi,” you said, rolling your eyes. You tucked the phone in one of the pockets of your purse with yours and took a seat next to Jihoon. He ordered your drinks and turned to you while the bartender made them.

“How was today?” he asked, removing his coat. “It was okay, just like reports. We had a meeting. Something about teamwork and punctuality. The same old bullshit,” you said, adding a thanks when he helped you remove your own coat. “Anyone joining us?” you asked watching Jihoon check his watch.

“Soonyoung,” he murmured. “Oh, and Joshua,” he added looking up at you, monitoring your reaction. Your brows furrowed. “Joshua?” He nodded slowly. “Yeah, that guy that lived in my dorm from America. The one who always had a bible in his book bag.” Your jaw clenched as you tried to keep your breaths steady. Yeah, I remember him,” you muttered darkly. Jihoon turned his attention to his drink and whispered something you couldn't hear.

You remembered Joshua alright. He had started a series of rumors during your time in college together and you would rather not see him at all. You let out a soft groan, stretching your arms out and flexing your fingers. “It was actually Josh who wanted to meet up,” Jihoon said and you turned to him. “Really? Sounds like you two kept in touch after everything that happened. Didn't know you to be so friendly,” you said bitterly, stirring your drink.

Jihoon placed a hand over yours softly. “It's been a few years, (Y/N), give him a chance,” he said softly. You looked up at him and finally sighed. “Fine. I'll give him another chance, but if he says anything, I'm putting his head through a wall.” Jihoon smirked, no doubt imagining what you just said, holding back a laugh as he raised his glass to his lips. The two of you continued to talk, sipping on your drinks as the bar slowly filled up around you.

The door to the bar swung open, a cold gust of wind hitting your bare legs and you shivered slightly as you peered over your shoulder. The group previously occupying a large corner booth left as Soonyoung entered and waved as soon as he spotted the two of you. He made his way over and squeezed between you and Jihoon, a look of annoyance crossing the latter's face. “Hey!” he said a breathy voice. You glanced at him to see his face red and he was out of breath.

“Did you run here?” Jihoon asked, playfully shoving his shoulder while Soonyoung ordered his drink. “Let's move to that booth,” you nodded toward the empty booth in the corner as a server moved away after wiping the tabletop down. The three of you moved your stuff and sat down as the door opened again, another gust of cold air filling the bar. “Ji!” you heard a familiar voice say. Looking up, you saw that Joshua had finally joined you.

He had really matured since college. His face was more defined, his round cheeks left behind for sharp cheekbones and a strong jawline. His bangs were pushed back showing off his forehead. He looks good, your brain had a momentary lapse in judgment and you mentally scold yourself for thinking anything of the sort.

“Hey, Joshua, glad you could make it out, “ Jihoon smiled. “You remember my roommate, Soonyoung?” he asked. “Ahh, Hoshi. How could I, or anyone for that matter, forget you?” Joshua said, a smirk gracing his lips. Soonyoung forced a smile at his old classmate. “Joshua,” he said curtly, tensing up as the dark haired male joined the table. “And my best friend, (Y/N). You remember her, right?” Joshua's eyes landed on you and widened. “Wow, (Y/N), you look incredible. How have you been?”

You shift in your seat under his gaze before you're interrupted. “Not drinking, Joshua?” Soonyoung asked, glaring at Joshua, no doubt noticing Joshua's lingering gaze on you. “My friend is getting it for me, ah, speaking of,” he said looking up as two more figures joined the table. “Guys, this is-"

“Jeonghan?” You say glancing up at your best friend's neighbor. “Seungcheol?” you add noticing him as well. The pair smiled at you and joined the table, Seungcheol sitting next to Joshua and Jeonghan next to you so you were now squished between your best friend and the man who had been harassing your dreams almost every night.

“You know them, (Y/N)?” Joshua asked, taking his drink from Seungcheol. “We live next door to Jihoon and Soonyoung,” Seungcheol said smiling at his neighbors. “(Y/N) visits frequently so we see much of her as well,” Jeonghan added, his gaze falling on you. You busied yourself with your drink and noticed Jihoon tense up, narrowing his eyes at the way Jeonghan was looking at you. Jihoon cleared his throat, trying to break the tension at the table. “So, what are you up to these days, Joshua?”

As you listened, you were painfully aware of how close Jeonghan's body was to your own and at first you thought that he didn't have enough room at the end of the booth, but after you scooted over to make more room, he moved closer, his thigh pressing against yours. His body was hot. Way too hot. Incredibly hot and you tried to focus on the conversation but all you could think about was his straddling his lap and grinding against his hard—

“(Y/N)?” You blinked a few times, trying to register what was just said. “Are you okay?” Joshua asked and all eyes fell on you. You let out the breath you didn't realize you were holding and offered a shaky laugh. “Yeah, I just… I had a long day. I'm very tired. Overslept this morning.”

Joshua nodded. “Well anyway, I was wondering what you've been up to,” here inquired and you nodded. “Accounts. Expenses, stuff like that. I'm in charge of putting reports together of department spending.” To your relief, the conversation shifting away from you and you let out a sigh.

Jihoon gave you a worried look but you shook your head and smiled at him, allowing him to return to the topic. “Are you alright?” you heard Jeonghan's voice in your ear. “I'm fine,” you whispered. He let out a soft chuckle and says nothing else. You downed your drinks much quicker after Jeonghan and Seungcheol joined the table, mostly out of your own nervousness at the former’s close proximity.

The conversation split off as Jihoon and Joshua mostly caught up. Soonyoung glanced back and forth between the two as he was literally caught between them. Your attention had turned to Jeonghan and he asked you about your day. You mentioned Jihoon surprising you by picking you up from work and how you got to the bar.

“Your hair does look nice like this,” Jeonghan said, resting his chin in his hand and facing you, his lips twitching into a half smile. You felt your cheeks heat under his stare, also partially from his compliment. The two of you were exchanging quips back and forth, probably due to the liquid courage in your glasses. “Yours looks pretty nice like this too,” you said voicing your notice that he had dyed it recently. It was no longer silver now a reddish brown instead. He had the top half of it pulled up into a small bun.

Jeonghan’s smile grew when you brought a hand up to play with the end of one of his locks. You couldn't help but smile back, letting out a very uncharacteristic giggle that only happened when you were tipsy. The smile on his face along with the look in his eyes, almost of pure admiration, sent the butterflies in your stomach into a frenzy and you downed the rest of the alcohol in your glass.

“Whoa, slow down there, (Y/N),” Joshua quipped. “One might think you're trying to beat Soonyoung's old record.” Soonyoung opened his mouth to angrily retort but you beat him to it. “No one asked you, Joshua.” The male smirked at you, a twinkle in his eye. He hadn't changed at all.

“Oh come on, (Y/N), it's just a joke,” he said with a laugh. “Much like your sex life?” you blurted out before you could think about it. “Ahh, if you're about to confess your deep rooted crush on me, save it. I'm not interested in used goods,” Joshua laughed. You clenched your fist angrily.

“As if I wanted you anywhere near me. Anyway, aren't you saving yourself for Jesus?” you fired back. “(Y/N),” Jihoon warned, shooting you a look. “No, no, it's okay, Ji. Let her say whatever, at least no one called me the campus slut,” Joshua said, shrugging.

Your vision went dark as you reacted and before you had time to process what you were doing, you picked up your glass and threw the contents in Joshua's face. “Fuck you, Hong. You know what happened!” you practically screamed. Jihoon grabbed your arm and pulled you down. “Hey, (Y/N), not here,” he said softly, trying to calm you down before a bouncer came to kick you out.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Soonyoung giving Joshua a death glare, Seungcheol was helping wipe the contents of your drink off the table. Jeonghan was looking from you to Joshua, a look of shock and confusion replacing the flirty smile he was giving you moments ago. “Let GO,” you hissed, ripping your arm out of your best friend's grasp. You turned to Jeonghan.

“Let me out,” you said, trying to hold back a sob, tears blurring your vision. He got up slowly and you pulled yourself out of the booth, snatching your purse and coat from the seat. You took off for the bathroom, locking yourself in the first stall before slumping down onto the toilet seat and bursting into tears. You hated him. You hated Joshua. He was so smug. He hadn't changed at all.

Outside, Jeonghan followed Jihoon with his eyes as Jihoon took off after you. “What was that about?” Seungcheol asked, looking at his friend. “Don't worry about that. (Y/N) just got around in college, that's all,” Joshua smirked, still wiping his face. “You really are a piece of shit,” Soonyoung grumbled, toying with his empty bottle. Joshua scoffed. “What was that, Hoshi?” he asked looking every bit offended as he sounded. “You're a piece of shit,” Soonyoung repeated only a little louder. “You know the truth.” Joshua laughed. 

“Ahh, the truth. Yes, of (Y/N) sleeping with half the baseball team. Hey, you were on that team weren't you? Did you get any?” Soonyoung slammed his bottle down on the table. “You know that's not true. She didn't sleep with them, Hong, she was taken advantage of!” Soonyoung growled, his voice still low.

Jeonghan and Seungcheol exchanged glances. “She was drunk, that's no excuse.” Soonyoung grabbed the front of Joshua's shirt. “No, that's no excuse for their behavior, not hers,” he snarled. “She shouldn't have been drinking then,” Joshua said, trying to pry Soonyoung off him. 

“They fucking raped her, Hong,” Soonyoung hissed, his grip tightening. “Let go of me, Hoshi,” Joshua said trying to pull away. “You know what really happened and yet you deny it. Blame her for something out of her control. They would have just done it to another girl if (Y/N) was sober. They're the ones to blame, not her!”

“Let's break this up,” Seungcheol finally said, stepping in. He pulled Joshua away from Soonyoung. “Let's go get some air,” Seungcheol said, pulling Joshua away from the booth, giving Jeonghan a look that said ‘we’re leaving.’ Jeonghan glanced over to Soonyoung who was glaring after the two. “I'm uh, gonna close out our tabs,” he said standing up but Soonyoung didn't answer.

Back in the bathroom, you washed your hands, glancing up at your reflection. Your eyes were red and puffy, tears staining your cheeks. You dried your hands and stepped out into the hall where Jihoon was waiting, leaning up against the wall. Your eyes made contact and he reached out, pulling you into a tight hug. “I hate him,” you sniffled, voice muffled by his chest. “I know. I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking,” Jihoon said, resting his head on top of your head. 

“You ready to go?” he asked, pressing his lips to your forehead. You nodded and pulled away. He lead you over to the bar to close his tab and you saw Jeonghan waiting by the bar. Soonyoung was still sitting at the table, rolling his empty beer bottle between his palms.

You felt eyes on you and looked back at Jeonghan. His eyes were on you, a sort of sadness in them. You looked at the table again and then it dawned on you that Joshua and Seungcheol have left. Your blood boils when you think about Joshua’s words and you distract yourself by brushing past Jeonghan, ignoring his attempts to talk to you and sat down with Soonyoung. He looked up at you and immediately pulled you into a hug.

You chuckled lightly and patted his back, hugging him back with the same strength. “He's a pompous asshole, don't listen to him,” he whispered in your ear. You thanked him and felt a tap on your shoulder. You turn as much as Soonyoung's grip allowed to see Jihoon standing behind you. He nodded toward the door and you pulled yourself, and Soonyoung, out of the booth. Jeonghan was already out the door ahead of you when you finally stepped out of the bar and into the chilly night.

“Let's go grab a bite,” Soonyoung offered but Jihoon shook his head. “I think (Y/N) wants to go home.” His eyes found yours and you nodded, settling yourself between the two. They both walked you to Jihoon's car, Soonyoung lying down in the back, you in the front with Jihoon. As Jihoon pulled out onto the street, you saw Jeonghan and Seungcheol walking, Joshua nowhere in sight. You turned away from the window, crossing your arms over your chest and sliding down in your seat.

The ride to your apartment was silent, neither one of you saying anything. Jihoon reached over and took your hand, lacing his fingers with yours. You smiled down at your hands and traced light patterns into his skin. Nothing was said but you knew it was meant to calm you.You were thankful for Jihoon. Thankful that he stayed in your life. And you were grateful for Soonyoung always standing up for and protecting you. You had two of the most wonderful best friends in the entire world and you wouldn't trade them for anything in a million years.

Jihoon turned off the ignition, the rumbling replaced by the soft sound of Soonyoung snoring in the backseat. You shook your head, chuckling and got out, grabbing your work bag from the floor board. Jihoon walked you to your door and pulled you into another tight hug. “I'm never inviting him to anything again,” he whispered in your hair. “I'm not even going to talk to him ever again.”

You smiled weakly, letting out a mix of a cry and laugh before you parted to punch in the code to your building.

“Call me if you need anything,” Jihoon said bringing a hand up to brush your hair back out of your face, tucking a loose strand behind your ear. You could have sworn you saw something familiar in his eyes following the gesture, something you hadn't seen in a few years, but as soon as it came, it was gone and you thought maybe the alcohol was playing tricks on you. 

You said goodnight before stepping into your building and following the stairs to your apartment on the second landing. Your heart skipped a beat when you noticed your door, usually locked with 5 locks, ajar. You approached cautiously, peering in.

Your stomach twisted upon seeing the state of your apartment. Dishes shattered all over the kitchen, your flower pots broken, dirt spilling out onto the counter tops, your couch missing, curtains ripped to shreds, and it sinks further. Your TV and gaming console also gone. You stepped cautiously over the bits of broken glass and trash from the wastebasket.

You made your way over to your bed area to see clothes strewn about, as they rifled through your dresser. Jewelry was missing as well as some of your lingerie. A broken cry sounded before the blasting of an unfamiliar ringtone from your purse.

You dug through it, fighting back tears until you pulled out Jihoon's phone. Soonyoung’s face filing the screen. You answered it and Jihoon sighed a breath of relief. “Hey, I forgot my phone was in your bag. Can you bring it down to me? I'm out…side?” he trailed off upon hearing your crying. “(Y/N)? What's wrong?” he asked, worry in his voice. You broke down, telling him in between sobs that someone broke into your apartment. Jihoon was silent on the other end until, “we'll be right up.” The phone went silent.

You heard the building door open and two sets of footsteps hurrying up the stairs before your door was thrown open. Jihoon made his was over to you, stepping over the wreckage and sat you down on the edge of your bed. “Start from the beginning. Tell me everything.”

You told him from start to finish what happened while Soonyoung phoned the police. They showed up 20 minutes later and took a statement from the three of you, took photographs of the apartment as well as a few items for evidence. The neighbors were questioned and the landlord contacted. You were advised not to stay in the apartment that night and you agreed so Jihoon and Soonyoung helped you pack and find your cat, Mochi.

“You're moving in with us,” Jihoon did said as he carried a suitcase down the steps to his car. Soonyoung followed with more of your luggage, leaving you to carry Mochi. “I'll just stay until I find a new place,” you said, following behind. Both men stopped in their tracks and turned to face you. 

“You're moving in with us, tonight,” they said in unison. The car was packed up with what you were allowed to take, Soonyoung in the backseat with Mochi in his carrier and you back in the front. “They're gonna get whoever did this, (Y/N), don't worry,” Soonyoung said from behind you.

Once at their apartment, you stashed your luggage in the third bedroom. This was the first time you were seeing it. It had boxes filled with random knickknacks, old clothes, and the like. “We'll clear this out tomorrow and clean this room so you can have this room,” Jihoon said scratching the back of his head. “I could just crash on the couch until I find a place,” you muttered and Jihoon grabbed your shoulder, turning you toward him. “You're moving in here, (Y/N). If you think I'll let you live anywhere else, you're wrong. I won't let anything like this happen to you again.”

Your face flushed and you looked at the wood floor, not meeting his gaze. “Thank you,” you whispered. He patted the top of your head and chuckled. “I'll take the couch, you can have my bed tonight,” he said softly. “No, that's okay! I'll sleep on the couch!” you offered but Jihoon just shook his head. “No, I'll be fine. You're going to wake up with a hangover. I didn't drink as much as you did,” he joked and you stuck your tongue out before finally relenting and moving from the small room and into Jihoon's room to get ready for bed.

You finally settled in the sheets, Jihoon grabbing his pillow and a blanket from the closet before setting himself up on the couch for the night. The last thing you remembered was calling out a goodnight to him before exhaustion overtook you and you passed out.

a/n: Aissshhhh this was the hardest chapter to write. It took me forever to piece everything together and make sure it flowed well. Also, yeah I wrote Joshua as an asshole and it’s because idk. I know he’s actually a sweetheart, but I just did it, okay? I’m sorry Joshua stans!! ;n; As always, I welcome feedback and appreciate you reading!! Let me know if you like it! ~K ♡

[dorkyungsoowrites]

Spontaneous Attraction Ch. 26

Pairings: Kyungsoo x You, Past Chanyeol x You

Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut | Ambiguous AU

Warnings: Mild Dom/Sub play, masturbation

Word Count: 4.2k

Description: Kyungsoo does his best to respect your rules, but loopholes were okay right?

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Minutes passed. What felt like hours passed. You had discarded most of your clothes. The material hot and scratchy on your skin. Left only in your underwear, you waited lying in bed. Aimlessly staring at the ceiling, the wall, the closet. Rolling around bored out of your mind waiting for Kyungsoo. Your fingers itched to roam over warm skin and tangle in short hair. To coax those lovely little moans and trembling exhales from Kyungsoo that fed your addiction.

The door creeped open. Kyungsoo entered, flicking on the light switch. You grinned and sat up. His eyes widened slightly, and he bolted over to the dresser. You watched confused until Chanyeol entered moments later. Kyungsoo swiped a large shirt and pulled it over your head quickly.

"Hold on," you complained. He let you go. You reached back and slid your bra off, tossing it on the floor. Chanyeol shut the door behind him. You pushed your arms through the sleeves, now somewhat decent, but comfortable. You sat criss cross while Kyungsoo sat beside you on the edge of the bed. Chanyeol came closer, standing at the foot of the mattress. "What's up, Yeol?" The bright greeting didn't faze him. Some other purpose sat behind his eyes. His expression grim. "Are you okay?" Still no answer. You became worried, going to your knees and reaching out to him. "I'm sorry for earlier. Do you need a hug?" His deep brown eyes drifted around your bedroom. Lost in thought. They passed over the plain walls and shared nightstand, catching the condom packet you laid out in hopes it would get used. The clean sheets and the dresser against the other wall. The knick-knacks that littered the top were the only semblage of messiness in the room. Then after floating back over to you he shook his head slowly. You dropped your arms. Feeling unsteady, you plopped back in your original position. Kyungsoo was there.

"Well?" he asked. Except it was directed at the tall rapper. Chanyeol scowled in his direction, mocking him.

"Well, first of all, how can you live with someone and not know how to ask for something?"

"I tried asking. She wasn't listening," Kyungsoo shot back. You were lost. Simply listening while they bickered.

"No you didn't ask. You told. She's a person. You can't just order her around all the time."

"Well I've never seen her like this before. I don't know what to do." Chanyeol threw his hands up in the air exasperatedly.

"Give her what she wants!"

"I can't."

"Why not? Just take off your pants and fuck her. It's not like you haven't done it before."

"I don't want to hurt her."

"Hurt her?!" Chanyeol scoffed. One of Kyungsoo's hands reached out to cover your knee. His voice remained calm and centered.

"She's not in her right mind. I don't want to take advantage of her." You caught the roll in Chanyeol's eyes. He was drunk and annoyed, you realized. He was being overly dramatic for effect. He knew Kyungsoo was right, right? Even if you wanted to break your rule in that moment.

"Fine," he sighed. "But you wouldn't need my advice if you just asked her like a normal person."

"Asked me what?" When you spoke the dense air evaporated. Chanyeol's lips stretched into a warm smile, sitting across from Kyungsoo beside you.

"Hey dove," he began softly. "Kyungsoo asked me to help you go to bed."

"But I'm not sleepy," you pouted.

"I know." His arm lifted, fingers running along your cheek before he was cupping your face. You hummed pleasantly and leaned into it. He glanced over at Kyungsoo. "See? She's not only after sex. She just wants to be held. To feel close to someone."

"I don't know about that," you chuckled. "You've always been the needier one out of us. Begging for attention so I pet your hair and stuff. Made me feel like I was taking good care of you. You're so cute, Yeol." You pushed his hand off, your own going to his ears. Tugging on them to see them stick out even further. "With your big cute ears." Down to pinch his cheeks. His face scrunched in distaste which only made you laugh. "And your cute face." Your fingers fell to grasp his hoodie limply. "It's crazy seeing you live this dream. You're this big star, and I haven't even seen one of your concerts." Tilting your head you inquired, "do you remember that day we ditched school?" His eyebrows came together before it dawned on him.

"Yeah. You cut off all your hair."

"You pushed me in a lake." Both of you cracked up laughing at the memories. After calming down your grin simmered to a nostalgic kind of smile. "I was thinking about that earlier. How you calmed me down from my anxiety attack and told me to stay in band. I never would've accomplished my dream if it wasn't for you." Your fingers fell weakly in your lap. His hand you had shoved away ghosted down your shoulder and arm, calmly stroking your skin. "What kind of person am I, huh? I keep my promises. And I promised to be there to support you." You poked a digit to his lips. They squished around it, soft and pink. "My cute, clumsy Chanyeol." He grabbed your hand loosely, moving it away from his face. "I never didn't love you, you know that right? I don't say it but I love all of you so much. Minseok, and Baekhyun, and Junmyeon, and Yixing, and--"

"I know," Chanyeol whispered sadly, silencing you. His puppy dog eyes wavered and sank down to your lap. "They all love you, too." Your fingers twitched and he released them. You immediately began carding them through his messy hair. The action was soothing for both of you. It gave you something to focus on and get your manic energy out. He had always found the feeling of fingers in his hair and lightly scratching his scalp pleasant. You didn't let his glum mood affect you. You probably seemed clueless from an outside perspective.

"Can I see you perform some time?"

"Of course."

"You're still sad. I wish I could change that."

"Stop worrying about me."

"Never. Despite when you tried to cut me out, you're still my closest friend. You're too good to me." His eyes closed, taking a deep breath. "My Chanyeol." Leaning forward, you buried your nose in his soft, fluffy locks, kissing his head. He smelled sweet. A fruity kind of sweetness from shampoo. It was so crisp and clean and nice.

"Stop saying that," he chuckled weakly. "You'll make Soo jealous." You giggled.

"Don't be ridiculous. Kyungsoo knows."

"Knows what?"

"That you get special treatment for taking care of me." His hair bounced as your digits combed through it. "Thank you." You tried to convey a million things you were thanking him for in the two simple words. He sighed softly. His next words also carried more than the surface told. Quiet, fragile words that went against everything you knew about your best friend; everything he promised your last night together.

"I can't be yours forever." Suddenly your limbs felt heavier. Your motions through his hair were slower. But somewhere in your hazy mind you knew it was the truth. He hadn't really been yours for a long time. Since that night he kissed you a year ago, you think. He stopped being a confidant the moment he betrayed his heart. Or perhaps you had been holding on to a part of him unfairly. A piece he needed to be able to truly move on, tucked away for an emergency that would never come. Nevertheless you were proud of him for saying it.

"I guess so," you acknowledged aloud.

"I need to go."

"Why?"

"Kyungsoo's waiting to go to sleep with you, and I think I did my part in calming you down."

"Oh, okay." You easily stopped and pulled away. Chanyeol flashed you a smile. "Get home safe."

"I will. Please be nice to him. He's worried over you." Your head whipped around to see Kyungsoo watching your exchange with fascination.

"You are?" He couldn't contain the quiet laugh that bubbled up out of his chest. His distinct laugh too bright for the late hours of the night. Or was it morning at this point?

"Yes."

"Aw, how sweet," you cooed lovingly. Your eyes were torn away by cajoling fingers grazing your jaw. Chanyeol was close, and his smile was still in place, and somehow you knew this one wasn't forced. Maybe your acknowledgement of his statement is what he needed to get that little sliver of himself back. Release the burden that part of him was yours still. Maybe. You could hope. His fingertips traced your cheekbone to your lips and halted under your chin.

"What you said to me all those times," he began in his deep, sincere voice. The one that sounded louder even though he was speaking lower. "I am happy. I'll always be happy as long as my friends are smiling and laughing alongside me. I may act like a baby sometimes, but I'll always have the group and you to hold me, so don't worry. I promise."

"As long as you promise." He came forward, lips pressing to your forehead gently. You closed your eyes, letting the warmth radiate out from the touch. It felt like so much more than a goodbye, and that was okay. Because he promised. As long as he was whole and happy.

After Chanyeol pulled away, he turned and left the bedroom. Kyungsoo stood. Your mind immediately switched gears and was distracted. Fear washed over you.

"Where are you going?" you whined.

"To make sure everyone leaves safely. I'll be back before you know it."

"And you won't run away?" An odd expression twisted his features.

"No," he answered slowly. "I live here."

"Okay..." you agreed begrudgingly, realizing how dumb you sounded. As you waited you spaced out staring at the cracked doorway. You could hear the laughing and fading voices of his group members saying their goodnights. A gloomy, swampy feeling settled over you. Over your head and chest. It shrouded your thoughts in a haze. Maybe you were sobering up because you felt guilt twist into your heart. Guilt over what, though? Wanting to have sex with Kyungsoo? Yes, a small voice whispered back somewhere. You worried him. You practically assaulted him in front of his friends. You were pawing at him like he was a piece of meat. How did Chanyeol ever put up with you? Give in to you even. Teenage hormones?

The sounds of water running brought your eyes back to the doorway. There was less light coming in. Quieter. He was using the bathroom, you realized. Shoulders slumped, lips pouted, you sat and waited. The water cut off. A minute later Kyungsoo's silhouette appeared, pushing the door open then shutting it behind him. He went to the dresser and started changing. You watched without really looking. Not even the sight of him peeling off his jeans that you'd craved so richly before perked you up. With a sudden new sense of patience you waited for him to get in his usual night time wear of loose boxers, but instead of coming to bed he reached in the top drawer--your junk drawer--and took out a crumpled piece of paper and a pen. He scratched the pen on it briefly before facing you with a proud smile. Your eyes widened slightly. It was the list he gave you on your anniversary. The writing was too small for you to read it from the bed, but you knew what he was showcasing. Right near the top there were three words carefully crossed out. 'Introduce to fans'.

"That's three down." Kyungsoo said it like...well...like Kyungsoo, you suppose. It didn't remind you of anything. He was happy. That's all you could notice. Genuinely excited about this list he created. His smile was contagious.

"97 left to go right?" He nodded before putting the paper and pen back in the drawer. Kyungsoo switched off the lights and finally joined you in bed after setting his glasses aside. Both of you were on your side. You faced him while he pulled the covers up your bodies. The sheets went over your shoulders, and to your surprise and delight, his fingers followed. You shivered as they slid down your arm to your waist then pulled you closer, face centimeters from his. One of your legs automatically tangled with his lower down, palms laying on his bare chest. You looked down as your eyes adjusted to the darkness, feeling his chest rise and fall slowly with his breathing. His breath smelled like mint, jarring your thoughts. You should have brushed your teeth, too. He didn't seem to care, however, when he tilted his head and puzzled your lips together. Dancing unhurried to a silent rhythm that always accompanied him. His entire existence was music to you. The beat of his measured strides, his absent humming, the melodious tones of his voice with syncopated words, the constant surprises that were somehow entirely predictable. And just like music, you realized, you couldn't ever imagine living without him.

A large hand dipped under the hem of the shirt you wore, splaying on your waist, then ran around to cradle your torso from the back. His lips broke from yours with a subtle smack, but his arm hugged you tighter to his firm body. Your breath hitched at the intimate action. He was boiling hot, but you didn't mind. It was calming. Your own arms went around his middle. Right as you found the courage to look up his eyelids drifted shut with a contented sigh. The corners of his mouth were attempting to relax, but he was still smiling a little. His hand began to move then. Gliding ever so gently up and down your spine. A barely there touch, but it seemed to spark your body on fire. You couldn't help it. Your head was still swimming with alcohol and you craved physical attention. He was only giving you a taste.

"I'm sorry," you breathed quietly. One of his eyes peeked open, mumbling,

"What for?"

"Being...how I am like this, I guess." His other eye opened. Yours averted to his chest, his neck, over his shoulder. Anywhere but those captivating brown eyes. The ones that prevented you from forming real words if you stared directly at them too closely. "Please don't go to sleep yet." Your name hummed from the back of his throat, and you had to close your eyes for a moment to collect your thoughts. What his voice alone could do to you...

"I won't risk making you feel violated. It doesn't matter if this is different from Chanyeol; you have rules for good reason and I won't put you through that."

"Not that," you replied. "Well, a little, but I'm not tired. And it's so nice when you hold me. Safe and comfortable and not lonely. I just...don't want you to think badly of me. I can't seem to help myself. I want to be close to you all the time. I'm sorry if I embarrassed you."

"What are you talking about?"

"Earlier. I kept trying to touch you. It was stupid."

"It was a myriad of things, but stupid was not one of them." You hid your face in his chest. When he realized you weren't going to say anything back he shifted to get more comfortable, wiggling his legs to encase yours more. His hand halted on your back. "Why were you worried I was going to run away?"

"Because that's what they do," you answered, words muffled.

"Who?"

"People."

"What makes you think that?"

"Because they do. When I'm drunk. No one likes me. I'm too clingy."

"I like it when you're clingy."

"Only Chanyeol likes it," you denied. "He's nice to me when I want attention. He doesn't care where we are cause he's clingy, too. It's nice."

"I'm not being nice to you?"

"You pushed me away all day." After responding you hugged him tighter. "This is nice now. I love laying with you."

"Well I honestly do like this side of you. I'm sorry for making you feel that I didn't love every part of you. I was only trying to keep you from regretting anything. But I could have been better about it."

"I could never regret anything with you," you sighed pleasantly. The darkness was beginning to invade your body, dragging your eyelids closed. "I want to spend every night with you. Even with your weird face." Kyungsoo jerked back, and you blinked wearily up at him. He was shocked to say the least. A grin stretched your lips as you giggled at the funny expression.

"Excuse me?" The arm around him came up, tracing a finger gingerly over his cheek. You poked it. The flesh squished, and he shook you off. You moved to trace the bridge of his nose. What a soft nose, you thought absently.

"Yeah, you have a weird face." Next you went around his hairline. He caught on that you were rambling to keep him awake. He began to relax, allowing you to map out his face. You continued doing your best to ignore his intense stare. How warm you were becoming the longer it stayed fixed on you. His skin was soft and supple. He worked hard to maintain a good routine since he was in and out of make-up all the time. The pad of your finger lingered over each freckle. Gliding over his cheekbones. He was holding back a smile, the corners of his mouth turning down. "You get this diamond shape around your smile," you informed him as if this was new information to him. The man who had owned said face for over two decades.

"Not a heart?" He asked, voice like honey. Soft honey. If that made sense. It probably didn't. It was the same timbre he took on when he was affected by you. His bedroom voice, so to speak.

"Not your lips," you replied. "Around them. Here." You drew where the edges of his mouth would push up the apples of his cheeks and down where it would mirror it to the point of his chin. "When you smile really big it's a diamond." Next was the indent between his nose and upper lip. You carefully traced the curves of his cupids bow.

"That makes my face weird?" he mumbled. He pursed his lips, making them puff out and you giggled.

"No, but I like teasing you, and you make a lot of weird faces when we're having sex." His eyebrows shot up, allowing his smile to break out.

"What?" You put your palm to his cheek, cupping his face.

"I like it, though. You're expressive. I like that you can't control yourself. Most of the time it's sexy more than weird."

"And when it's more weird?"

"Are you gonna be self conscious now?" you giggled. "I'm sure I make them too and I don't care."

"You're beautiful no matter what."

"See? Same goes for you. My beautiful weirdo."

"Thanks...I guess." Maybe you could try to be sneaky. You kissed him slowly, and he followed your lead. Your hand wandered down his neck and shoulder around to his lower back. Urging his body closer to yours. Heat traveled down between your legs, whimpering into his mouth. When you moved your hips against him you felt him through his boxers and smiled internally. Then he broke away and looked at you sternly. Your hopes shattered instantly. "I said no, Y/N. Just--" Kyungsoo stopped himself and sighed. His scowl softened. "Can I just hold you tonight? Please?" You dug your nails into the small of his back, whining and writhing against him.

"I need you so badly, Kyungsoo. Can't I at least get myself off if you're not in the mood? I need to cum." His eyes squeezed tightly shut, taking a calming breath.

"You don't...need permission for that," he breathed.

"But you said you're the only one who can touch me. You never let me when you're away."

"Well...I'm not away, am I?" His eyelids raised slowly. You marveled at his long eyelashes and shook your head smally. "Besides, I couldn't stop you when I was touring. You're stubborn. You'll do what you want."

"That's true," you agreed with a smile. He chuckled, fingers tracing patterns on your back.

"So you're just gonna do it here?"

"Nothing you haven't seen before." His arm released you as you rolled on to your back. "I'm just glad you're finally out of those fucking pants. I was dying watching your thighs and ass in those jeans." You threw your underwear off to the floor, leaving you in only a loose t-shirt.

"You do love a good ass."

"And you have the best," you smirked. He chuckled again.

"Why thank you. I try." You slipped one hand under the shirt, feeling your breast in your hand and teasing a nipple.

"I know. You torture me almost every morning with your stretching and yoga."

"You do it, too," he defended. It was true. You had picked it up from him. It had really improved a lot of things. Not all sexual. He needed it to get ready for work on days they had dance practice, and you liked having another thing to share with him. It was all rather domestic. Once the first week passed in all truthfullness, however, you had gotten over watching him in all the different poses because you were beside him. Not every morning, but enough you felt yourself improving. It was another thing in the background while you woke up. It helped he moved to the living room instead of waking up to him bent over on the floor of your bedroom. It also helped it was just normal stretching most mornings. Waking himself up while getting ready for a morning workout. Something you did even though you almost never worked out just because it was healthy and felt nice. But in that moment it was all fair game to quip at eachother.

Your other hand moved lower, running a finger through your center. You sucked in a breath, eyes closing. The arousal that had been building all night was evident, so you added a second finger and decided to circle your clit. You just wanted it over. You needed release from the pooling heat in the pit of your stomach. The shocks sent from your sensitive bundle of nerves meant your touch was gentle but fast. Your toes curled imagining Kyungsoo's hands on you. Replaying the breathless moans that delighted you beyond belief. Writhing as you inched closer to the edge, and you let a moan slip.

A new heat startled you, eyes snapping open. Kyungsoo had moved closer, his hand replacing yours on your breast, gently massaging and rolling your nipple between his dexterous fingers. He sat up on his elbow, pushing your shirt up and the covers down to your waist. The cold air made you shiver, but his dark eyes were there to bring new heat. It crept up your face as he gazed intently at you. The look a man gives someone he admires with all his heart. And you possessed the body he worshiped with that gaze. Your blood was racing.

"You're so gorgeous," he rasped lowly. Even though he said he wouldn't give in he was helping you. You loved he couldn't resist you. And it didn't count as breaking your rule since you were touching yourself, right? "You can do it, sugar. I know how badly you want to cum." You nodded in agreement. A whimper morphed into a groan as Kyungsoo bent over, plush lips coming over your other breast. Your free hand grappled at the sheets beside your head, arching into his mouth. His tongue swirled, sucking and kissing your chest. Your fingers stuttered their movements, but resumed soon with new purpose.

Your head was foggy. The end was right there, just out of reach. Hours of sexual frustration finally being released. You were too wound up to tease yourself. Your muscles were tensing. A silent scream lodged in your throat. The stimulation his hand and mouth added pushed you over the edge violently. You called out, voice breaking as waves of relief flooded you. Kyungsoo's mouth left you, hand running over every part of you he could, feeling your muscles shaking and jumping. His lips went to your jaw as you came down all too quickly from your high. An empty sort of pleasure replacing your need. Your satisfaction was skin deep, but it would have to do. Wiping your fingers off, you closed your eyes and relaxed. Kyungsoo's breath tickled your neck.

"I can't believe you're mine." You hummed in response, too exhausted suddenly to talk. You blindly grabbed his hand on your stomach, forcing his lips off you as you rolled back to your position on your side. You put his arm around you and did the same to him, burying your face in his chest. The next hum sounded more like a moan as you got comfortable. Chest full and happy with the person you loved holding you. The world could wait until morning.

"Night," you mumbled sleepily. His arm hugged you tightly to his body, murmuring a quiet,

"Goodnight, jagi." Then his body relaxed and soon his even breaths lulled you into sleep.

[crzcorgi]

  A Dream Come True

My first attempt at a RPF! I love Norman, but am nowhere near an expert on him, like I am with Jeffrey. 😜 So excuse my writing of him.

Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Reader x Norman Reedus

Word count ~ 3500

Warnings- a few swears, reader talks sex, nothing else in this part.

Tags~ @stileswolfi @magikat409 @jasoncrouse @nothin-after-79 @magpiegirl80  @omgitss0y @binegan @metal-xo @mypopculturediva @angelofthenite

 This was all new. A convention wasn’t anything I had ever experienced , especially one specifically for The Walking Dead, one of my all time favorite television shows. I always thought those conventions were for hardcore, borderline crazy, fans. Yet here I am, packing for my flight to Atlanta.

 I went all out, purchasing the most expensive “platinum” weekend tickets, I even booked the hotel that I had heard the celebrity guests were staying at. Only place I “skimped” on was buying only photo ops and autographs for my two guys, Jeffrey Dean Morgan and Norman Reedus.

 Now, any so-called “normal” person would have bought one or two of each, but how could I only do one? This was a once in a lifetime experience, I might never do it again. So, I said “screw it” and bought 3 photo ops with Jeff, 3 with Norman and 2 with both of them together, the one I was looking forward to the most. Yeah, I honestly am not ashamed to admit that I, a grown woman, had a grown up sized crush on both amazingly handsome men.

 My flight and cab ride to the hotel were uneventful, but I was beyond exhausted from just the stress of making sure I had packed right, that I had, in fact, remembered my tickets. And the stress from stepping so far out of my comfort zone. When I reached my room, which was spectacular, I spotted the jacuzzi tub, what better way to relax!

 As I stepped into the waiting water, sinking into the luxurious hot bubbles, I couldn’t help but giggle, thinking how this tub could easily fit 3, even with my few extra pounds. I tried not to think about the “other 2”  that could be with me, don’t be silly! I kept saying to myself. But how could I not picture them?! Closing my eyes, I could almost feel the hard, broad chest behind me, the tiny chest hairs tickling. His arms coming around to grasp my breasts, tweaking each nipple, quickly hardening into small peaks. Another pair of hands dipping below the bubbling water, finding my overheated core, one, two fingers entering, a thumb flicking my sensitive nub.

 After enjoying a wonderful daydream, I unfortunately had to finish up what my mind had started. I then decided to head right to bed after such an exhausting day.

 After a wonderful night’s rest, I woke up to the sun shining through the thin curtains. But who could sleep anyway? I was excited for the day ahead. Although, excited was such an understatement, I would say I was more ecstatic, delirious, floating on cloud 9. And nervous, definitely nervous. Would I be able to speak? What if I clammed up when it came time for my ops? What if I just stood there like an idiot? Or worse yet, fainted?

 No, no, I refuse to think like that! It will go fine, I won’t make a complete idiot of myself. They’re only human beings, just like me. Human beings, maybe, although I had questioned a few times on rather they were indeed “Gods” not mere humans. If not gods, then at the very least breathtakingly beautiful creatures made by gods.

 After a quick breakfast at the hotel, I made my way to the convention center, which was attached to the hotel. I. thought, perfect if I need to make a quick getaway!

 My first op was a photo with Jeffrey, but it wasn’t for a couple more hours, so I decided to just roam the vendor floor, checking out the various shops and artists, I was hoping to find something to have signed. I found posters, figures, buttons, pins, t-shirts, just a massive sea of every imaginable TWD souvenir. But I finally settled on a Negan tee for Jeff to sign and the same for Norman, except of course, it was a Daryl tee.

 Soon enough it was time for my photo op with Jeffrey. As I made my way towards the room where the ops were, I started to sweat, fuck, definitely not the time for this! Breath girl! Breath!  Okay, I can do this.

 As I stood in line, I was rehearsing what I would say to Jeffrey in my head, “I’m such a big fan!” “Thank you so much for being here for your fans!” “You’re such a wonderful actor!” Oh lord, can I do this?

 “You’re next!” The volunteer led me to the curtain, the curtain that Jeffrey was standing behind. Oh god!

 As I stepped through the curtain, I swear, it was as if someone had knocked the wind out of me. There he stood, so very much more handsome than I could have ever imagined. As he said goodbye to the person in front of me, the volunteer was gently pushing me towards him while saying something to me. Something that I didn’t, couldn’t , comprehend. I was in shock.

 It must have been obvious, as Jeffrey suddenly took a hold of my arms, pulling me into a hug. I wasn’t aware of what was going on, where I was, I was in utter shock.

 “You okay, sweetheart?” Jeffrey whispered into my hair. I could feel his warm breath on my head, his large hands gently rubbing my back. But I couldn’t speak, all I could do, was doing, was nuzzle my face into his warm, welcoming chest.

 I heard voices, felt a gentle push, realizing that I was moving. But where? And then it hit me, my op was over and I screwed up. I couldn’t help it when the tears began to flow, not those pretty little ones that flow delicately down your cheeks. No, I was weeping, big fat streams of water flowing down my face.

 Someone helped me sit down, then took a hold of my hands, making a shushing sound. Wait a minute?! That voice?! My god. I opened my eyes, which had been previously closed tightly, to look into those gorgeous hazel eyes that I had been dreaming about for far too long.

 “Uh, I'm…so sorry!” It was all I could say. I was now hiccuping, trying to calm myself to no avail.

 Crouching down in front of me, Jeffrey brought one hand up to wipe the tears off my cheek. “You kinda freaked me out in there darling, thought you were going to faint.”

 I tried to speak, but all I could do was hiccup. “I…really am…sorry…so sorry!” I just wanted a giant sinkhole to appear suddenly and swallow me up. My nightmare, not my dream, was coming true.

 He smiled at me, that gorgeous smile. “Stop apologizing, beautiful, there’s no need!” Did he just call me beautiful?! “Look, they are hounding me to finish the photos, so I gotta go. But, I want to make sure you’re doing okay. Where are you staying?”

 I was able to stutter out that I had a room at the adjoining hotel.

 “Perfect! It’s where we’re staying. We should be finished here around 9. How about we meet up at the bar, I’ll buy you a drink, get to know you, I gotta make sure you’re okay after this. I’ll have someone come to your room to get you. Sound good darling?”

 Did Jeffrey Dean Morgan just invite me to drinks? Am I hallucinating?

 “That…sounds nice, thank you. But you…must be so busy?”

 “Nah, after hours is all mine, I had no plans until I was l lucky enough to have a crazy beautiful woman fall into my arms.” He winked, at me, then turned to head back to where the photos were being taken, looking over his shoulder. “So, you take care sweetheart, drink some water, get some rest. And I’ll see you at 9.” You could have knocked me over when he blew a kiss at me, disappearing behind the curtain.

 “Whoa, you are soo beyond lucky, girl! I mean, OMG!” A woman, I assumed was a volunteer, came over and sat in the chair next to me.

 “Yeah, I guess. Everything just happened so fast. I don’t even remember it all.” I just kind of shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts.

 “He invited you to drinks! I mean, I’ve been volunteering at these cons for a couple of years and I have never seen, or heard, of that happening!”

 “Wow, okay.” I was beginning to think I was, in fact, hallucinating. “I guess I should go back to the hotel, I’m not sure I’m quite over the excitement.” I let out a small laugh, then attempted to stand only to fall back down.

 “Oh, careful there! Let me see if someone can help you. You’re staying at the connected hotel, correct?”

 I said yes, staying seated. This was all definitely becoming impossibly out of my comfort zone for sure.

 Soon, a couple more volunteers came over, one offering to take me back to my room. Arriving back to the hotel, I thanked them and went inside. Flopping down on my bed, I pulled out my phone, checking out my messages and social media.

 As exhausted as I was, I thought it might be a good idea to order some food, so I called room service. After eating, I laid down, still trying to take in what happened. I must have fallen asleep because when I opened my eyes the sun had set.

 Jumping up quickly, I checked my phone for the time. Good god it was 8:15! I ran like a rabbit to the bathroom, stripping down briskly and jumping into the shower. After a hurried shower, I pulled out the only dress I brought, thinking how lucky I was that it didn’t need ironing. Rummaging through my bag I also found a matching set of underwear, thanking the gods that I had them.

 Hastily pulling on my panties and matching bra, I looked in the full length mirror. Not bad, I am far from model thin, but gentlemen do prefer curves. I snickered to myself. As I pulled the dress over my head it hit me. I’m getting ready for drinks with Jeffrey Dean Morgan. And as much as I wanted to scream it from the rooftops, I knew no one would believe me!

 I did my hair in a loose updo, my makeup light. I didn’t want to look like I tried to hard. I put on my red heels that I always bring with me, cause you never know when you’ll need a pair of sexy heels.

I sat at the table, tapping my fingertips. It was 8:55 and I was getting more and more nervous. Breath, breath, BREATH!

 Then came a knock. I stood up, hoping I could walk without shaking, I made my way over to the door, a quick glance at my reflection, happy with what I saw. I answered without checking the peephole, knowing it must be whoever Jeffrey sent to pick me up.

 But it wasn’t, and my mouth dropped. It was Jeffrey himself and I was in shock, simply dumbfounded.

 “Well, hello hello! You look amazing! Guess you’re doing better?” He held his arms open, inviting me into a hug.

 But I couldn’t move.

 “Come ‘ere, I don’t bite, and I took a shower so no more stinky sweat!” He laughed, good god that laugh. And I felt a damp sensation that truly could have waited.

 I was able to toddle forward enough to practically fall into his arms. Oh no, he smelled soooo good, felt so warm, so inviting.

 “See? No smell, right?” And he laughed again, the whole body kind, sending wonderful vibrations right to my core.

 “Hmmmhhmm!” He had his face in my hair, my hair. I could feel his hot breath moving little whisps of it. “Nice shampoo!” Oh god.

 As much as I wanted to stay like this, his arms around me, my face against his chest, feeling his warmth, his essence, hearing his heartbeat steady and slow, so unlike my own. But this was awkward, I was awkward, and I didn’t want him calling security on me.

 Stepping back, I smoothed my dress down nervously, knowing I should be looking up but not able to. Suddenly I felt his hand on my chin, lifting it gently.

 “Hey, don’t get all shy on me sweetheart! Downstairs you weren’t so bashful, practically throwing yourself at me!” That hearty, deep laugh.

 Looking up into his eyes, were they green, brown, hazel?, I felt like I was being hypnotized, I almost couldn’t look away. “I’m sorry, it’s just, this is so not something I’m used to.”

 “Hey, sweetheart, no need to be nervous around me! I’m just a regular Joe, or Jeff as this case may be!” Another glorious laugh. I was dead or nearly dead.

 He moved his hand down, taking a hold of mine, and leading us to the elevators. “So, do you come to these cons every year? I’ve been to quite a few different ones, but let me tell you, these fuckers are the best! The fans, the guests, it’s like a big ass party!”

 “This is actually my first one that’s specifically for the Walking Dead. And the first time I’ve gone alone.”

 Just then the elevator arrived and Jeff held the door open for me as I stepped inside.

 “So, all alone? No friends that are fans? No husband, boyfriend?” I could see him glancing at my hand for a ring.

 “Nope, my friends aren’t really into the same things as me, I’m considered the geek of the group.” I giggled, feeling just a bit more at ease in his presence.

 “Aww, not a geek, just a girl with great taste in shows. And actors!” He smiled, showing those damn dimples.

As the elevator came to a stop and the door opened, Jeff placed his arm around my waist, leading us out into the lobby.

 “The bar’s right over here, and as much as I love the fans, let’s move fast so I don’t get stopped.” I had to practically run to keep up with the long strides his lanky legs made.

 As we entered the bar, he realized I was having trouble because he apologized. “Sorry, sweetheart, I should have just carried you, don’t want you tripping in those sexy shoes.” He winked, his tongue darting over his bottom lip, causing me to rethink my choice of underwear.

 “They saved me a table in the back, hope that’s okay? Thought it would be more private, away from prying eyes and whatnot.” He looked down at me, truly making sure his choice was okay.

 “Uh, yea, yes, of course. I totally understand.”  And he gently placed his hand on the small of my back, leading me over to our table.

 As we sat down in the rounded corner booth, a waitress came right over.

 “So what’ll it be doll? What’s your poison?” Jeffrey asked me.

 “I’ll take a Jack & Coke, please.” I smiled at the waitress, quickly noticing that she wasn’t even paying attention to me, her eyes glued on Jeffrey.

 “So, m��lady will have a Jack & Coke and I’ll have a scotch, neat.” Jeffrey looked down at me, that damn dimpled smile on his face. Sigh.

 After the waitress walked off, hopefully remembering my order, we began chatting. I was feeling more and more relaxed. He truly was “only human” as he pointed out to me. And we had so much in common, it was as if I was talking to an old friend. In time, I found myself closer to him, our legs touching, his arm around my shoulders, his fingers softly rubbing my arm. And I was surprisingly fine with it.

 “Dude! Why didn’t you fucking wake me!”

 It was Norman! Norman Reedus was standing at our table, yelling at Jeffrey.

 “Not your mother bubba, wake your own damn self!” Jeff sat forward, bringing his arm from around my back to grab Norman’s hand.

 “So, is this the beautiful girl you were talkin’ ‘bout?” Norman set his eyes on me, making me start to breath erratic again.

 “Yes, but don’t fucking scare her man, she’s had a rough day.” Jeff turned a bit to face me better, leaning in to kiss my cheek. I couldn’t help but wonder if the hearty alcohol consumption was the cause, but I wasn’t positive.

 “Norman, this is y/n y/ln, y/n, this is Norman.” Norman held his hand out and I reached to shake it. But instead he raised it to his lips, kissing it. Which made a loud giggle to escape me.

 “Don’t let his behavior right now fucking fool you. He isn’t always like this, he’s just tryin’ to impress you.”

 “Fuck you, Morgan.”

 Jeff leaned into me, speaking in a whispered tone right directly into my ear, “see?! He’s just a fucking redneck.” He then laughed, the vibrations shooting right to my overheated core.

 Norman slid into the booth next to me. I was now in between the men that I dreamed of. And instead of freaking out, I,  with a bit of liquor in my system, became brave. Unbelievably fearless.

 “And to think I only came here to meet my two incredibly hot crushes.” I took another sip of my 4th, 5th? drink.

 Jeff leaned into me again, “and who might those lucky fuckers be, doll?”

 Looking over my glass at him, then glancing over at Norman, who had also scooched in closer, I couldn’t stop what came, was coming, out of my mouth.

 Placing my glass down, I lightly tapped both of their arms. “You two, silly!” I started giggling, the alcohol definitely lowering my inhibitions.

 “So, ya think I’m hot sweetheart?” Norman was so close to my face now, I could smell the drink he had just downed, could see the different colors swirling in his breathtaking blue eyes.

 “Uh…” Braver I might have been, but with his face so close, his cologne overpowering my senses. “Yes, yes I do. Hot and sexy as fuck!” I covered my mouth as another fit of giggles started again.

 Suddenly, I felt a hot breath on my neck.

 “She thinks we’re both hot, bubba. Not just you.” Jeffrey growled.

Is this really happening? Are the two hottest guys in the world fighting over me?! Is this the freakin’ Twilight Zone?

 A shiver ran up my spine. I couldn’t control the dirty thoughts that ran through my mind. The things I wanted to do with them, to them.

 “Cold, doll? Maybe we should take this somewhere else, it’s drafty in here and you in that tiny dress. Don’t want you to catch cold!” He pulled me into his side, my head rolling under his chin.

 “That might be nice, I am a bit chilly.” I was thinking we might go to a restaurant or another bar. But I was soon proven wrong when Jeff spoke again.

 “I’ve got a nice suite upstairs, nice lounge area, big screen TV, maybe watch a movie? Sound good, darling?” He rubbed his hand up and down my arm, attempting to warm me up. But good lord, between the alcohol and being fawned over by two magnificent men, I was steamy.

 “So, let’s go! I could stand to kick my boots off, watch a movie.” Norman slide over the bench, standing up and extended his hand towards me.

 I was hesitant to take it, looking towards Jeffrey.

 “Do you want Norman to join us doll? It’s all up to you.” His face so very close to my own, his gorgeous eyes feeling like they were boring into my very soul.

 “Uh, yes?” I could hardly speak, my throat beyond dry.

 “Well, then take my hand darlin’, let’s go!” Norman offered his hand again, this time I took it.

 I scooched across the seat, standing up. I bent over to pick up a fallen napkin when I was gently goosed.

 “Sorry sweetheart, I can’t resist a fine ass.” Norman looked at me with a hint of shyness in his eyes.

Normally I would act like a virginal schoolgirl, but once again my overconsumption of alcohol rears its head.

 “No need to apologize, I like to be manhandled!” Snickering, I stepped towards Jeffrey, smoothing down my dress.

 “Hear that, Sugar?”

 “I most certainly did, Bubba.”

 Then they shared a look, as if they were communicating via telepathy.

 I didn’t know whether to be scared or excited.

 As we made our way to the elevator, I realized I was still holding Norman’s hand, and it felt so right. Jeffrey had placed his hand at the small of my back again, making me feel warm, very warm. Waiting for the elevator no words were spoken, I contemplated what was to come. Were these men just flirting harmlessly? Or was this just the beginning of something so much more?

[rapmonster-notdancemonster-blog]

Kaisoo; Copycat pt. 1

part two

~ Δ ~ Kyungsoo’s comment section on his latest post on instagram explodes with fans saying that a fan-war broke between the Soos (Kyungsoo’s fans) and Ninis (Jongin’s fans) on instagram and twitter. Kyungsoo is known for his sweet, melodic voice and Jongin is a promising dancer who takes cute selcas every single day. The Soos accuse Jongin of imitating Kyungsoo, as he always uploads dance covers of the songs that Kyungsoo covers a day after Kyungsoo releases them. Feeling sorry, Kyungsoo leaves a private message on Jongin’s twitter. 

~ Δ ~ Shy!Kyungsoo, Straightforward!Jongin

~ Δ ~ The title is pending bc I had Paradise by Millic ft FanxyChild on repeat while I was writing this. If anyone has any suggestions to what I could rename it as, pls do tell :) 

~ Δ ~ Warnings: Rated T for sexual references and language 

~ Chapter One ~

          Zzzt. Zzzt. Zzzt. Zzzt.

          A groggy Kyungsoo reaches an arm out to his bedside counter to answer his phone. Who would be disturbing him at this godly hour? Blinded by the bright light, he squints his eyes at the mobile device in his hand to peer at the screen. Sitting up, he blinks repeatedly and grabs for his glasses resting on his nightstand. He looked at the digital clock across the room: 1:15 am. Turning on the lamp at his bedside he returns his vision to the screen to see his phone blown up with notifications from instagram.

         Fully awake and very curious, Kyungsoo quickly unlocks his phone and opens the app, 26,237 comments, 62 new followers, and 12 tagged pictures. Kyungsoo turned his head quizzically, this is way more than what he usually gets.

        Oh that’s strange, he thinks now looking at the blaring 208 DM’s that were awaiting for him. Needing to investigate this phenomenon, he clicks on the red circle to see the following:

leeortega

Kyungie! You have to confront him! His fans are so awful and he’s copying you! 

Itss_just_sabbs

Don’t listen to the haters Kyung-oppa! He started copying you and that’s totally unfair! Soo’s want justice!!

penomeco.paradise

You have to see this! He’s been copying you since your Love Yourself cover! That was like two months ago!! You have to tell him off!!

What? Kyungsoo blinks. Someone has been copying him? What does that mean exactly? Going back to his profile page he clicks on his recent post, seeing that all of the notifications were coming from there. Clicking on the comments section, he is surprised to see more comments about someone copying him, people named the Ninis(?), and someone named Jongin.

givetaegucci

Can’t you Soos not bring Jongin into this? It’s just a coincidence that they’ve been covering the same songs! And if it wasn’t a coincidence, it’s their choice to do those things! The internet is for everyone!

crushmedean

@givetaegucci Although the internet may be a place for self expression- it is strange how Jongin has been covering the exact same songs Kyungie covers only hours after they are uploaded.

millic_vida

Jongin needs to clear his fandom and fix their shit bc the Ninis are obvi snakes, how can some of they even claim to be fans of our Kyungie and still defend Jongin when it’s clear as day that he’s copying him! Thank goodness the fanwar on here isn’t as bad as the one on twitter!

kaibooty

Don’t blame the Ninis for this mess, your precious Kyungie-oppa could actually be copying our Jongin!

igloo.clubeskimo

Yall need to chill and respect talent, like @givetaegucci and @crushmedean said, the internet is a place for self expression so if you can’t handle the fact that not everything is original take your salty ass outta here. Both Kyungsoo and Jongin are talented boys so we as fans should step back from this fanwar and respect their work.

treasureisland_ft.han

@igloo.clubeskimo Okay but is it really his work tho if he posted it after??

igloo.clubeskimo

@treasureisland_ft.han you completely missed the point -__-

Looking up from the screen Kyungsoo wonders, Jongin? Is he also another cover artist? Kyungsoo taps his chin, all grogginess replaced with genuine curiosity. Quickly closing his Instagram app, he opens the naver browser and types: Jongin, Ninis.

Scrolling down, Kyungsoo learns several things.

Jongin is a youtuber that does dance covers

Ninis are the name of his fanbase

Jongin is cute, no scratch that, he is terrifyingly handsome

Deciding to investigate further, Kyungsoo finds his youtube channel and clicks on the most recent video, you know, for scientific purposes. The video was a dance cover of the song Down by Marian Hill, which based on previous research- had been uploaded after Kyungsoo had uploaded his own cover for the same song.

As the song ended with only sounds of Jongin’s sharp breaths, the screen turned black and Kyungsoo’s facial expression staring back surprised himself. His cheeks were flushed and he felt his heart beating rapidly with.. What feeling is this? Affection?

After several videos of sensual body rolls and hip sways, Kyungsoo sets down his phone into his lap, suddenly feeling a little too hot.

Damn him, Kyungsoo thought. He sure is.. Something. Too shy to admit his underlying attraction to the dancer. I should really speak with this guy, if his fans and mine do get into an argument I don’t want any bad blood between us. And didn’t one of the comments read that the twitter fan-war is worse? Thank goodness I don’t have my notifications on for that app. If there’s comments about this on twitter.. then maybe he has an account I can contact. I don’t know the guy so he should be able to explain himself if he is scheming something…

Reading the clock seated across the room: 2:36 am, Kyungsoo decided to leave this mess for the morning, when he had a fresh mind that wasn’t clogged with the graceful movements of a certain dancer. He hadn’t even realised that he spent almost an hour and a half binge watching the said dancer’s videos. Removing thick rimmed frames from his face, Kyungsoo rubbed his tired eyes and turned off his bedside lamp. Shifting down his bed and back into the covers, he struggled to find a comfortable position.

It wouldn’t have been such a problem- had it not been for the uncomfortable growing tightness below his abdomen. Sighing quietly for no one to hear, Kyungsoo shifted again faceup on his bed and stared at the ceiling, the feeling growing more and more uncomfortable with the passing second. With an embarrassed blush spreading across his round cheeks, Kyungsoo groans and throws an arm across his eyes.

Minutes later, Kyungsoo’s restless eyes snap open to peer distastefully at the ceiling once more. Sighing, he struggles out of bed and grumbles on his way to the bathroom, wadling uncomfortably due to a certain development in his boxers.

Within seconds of the bathroom door closing with a click, the shower head is turned on (much like a certain someone we all know). Kyungsoo quickly strips and jumps in, thoughts of the talented dancer running through his mind. Kyungsoo’s flush darkens. Ashamed of such inappropriate thoughts, Kyungsoo stands still under the showerhead and lets the cold water scorch his heated skin.

part 2

[diddykongfan]

well in that case: Librarian + 77 d; if that's good for you

“I might even be able to tell you when there’s a ghost around before you know it yourself.” - Demons Are a Ghoul’s Best Friend, Victoria Laurie

So, I do not recall exactly when you asked for this, @amaryllisblackthorn, but I found your ask and the quote I was supposed to use as inspiration waiting around in my drafts and I am so sorry that it’s probably been three years? Just. Judging by when most of my Librarian + fics were written. For the delay, I sincerely apologize.

Anyway, this fic became a monster of a multi-chapter, if I’m honest with you, because of how I finally got my inspiration on what it could be - and as such, this particular post is only the prologue. Though, with all the pieces that are in play, I don’t know when other chapters are actually going to come, because I just have so much to work with.

Gremma, obviously. Though the prompt comes from Victoria Laurie’s Ghost Hunter Mystery series, the AU is based more around Heather Graham’s Krewe of Hunters series. Basically the formula I derived from the Krewe of Hunters and applied to Gremma goes as such: “psychic investigator + skeptic who probably actually has a bit ofpsychic ability themselves + gruesome murder + ghosts most likely, probably ahaunted house too = sparks flying!” and in that vein, since we all know who the skeptic in the relationship is (*looks pointedly at Emma*), Graham is gaining ghost-sensing related psychic abilities!

Despite the paranormal goings-on, this is absolutely a No Curse Modern AU, with a bit of role reversal in that Graham is the one to come from out of town while Emma is established as Storybrooke’s Sheriff.

There is a murder right here in this first part, just as a warning to the reader, and there will most likely be other dark moments later on, so read at your own discretion.

Things Half in Shadow, 1/?

The Storybrooke graveyardisn’t known for being haunted; it is, very much so in the opinionsof those in the know, but it’s a fact that the folks trying to drum up tourismrefuse to acknowledge, despite the draw New England hauntings tend to have.

Maybe it’s not being thesite of a great tragedy that saves it from such a cheap fate, the MotherSuperior muses as she walks among the tombstones. She’s never liked the idea ofghosts, of souls denied their final rest, but she has believed since the day ofher own biggest failure - the day Bae Gold went missing. Even now, no one knowswhat happened, not fully, but she would have sworn before a judge that theteenager had come to her that day, terrified of his father, looking for advice.

But he couldn’t have,because at the time that she would swear she saw him, he was also seen gettingon board his stepfather’s boat, though Captain Jones himself had been down atthe Rabbit Hole.

She’d had a soft spot forBae - so sweet, and willing to believe in a way that she foundwas getting rarer as years passed, to believe not just in a higher power but inthe goodness of man. It wasn’t the first time he’d come to her because hisfather’s abuse of power unsettled him, just the most openly frantic.

Except he could not havebeen two places at once, and he has come to her since - though it’s been nearlytwenty years, and he hasn’t aged in that time, he does appear in her officeevery year like clockwork, the anniversary of that last day. He doesn’t speak,anymore, just stands silent in the corner, and she mourns his bright spark and regretsnot doing more to help before he was lost to them all.

(Others might write offher visions of Bae as her own guilty conscience. But she knows the clock on thewall read 8:15 that night, when he arrived, and multiple witnesses at the docksconfirmed the same time for their sighting. She knows that something happened,something not just in her mind.)

Since then, she’s quietlyaccepted the souls between the headstones, makes a point to keep them companyweekly, as she’s doing now. Even if she has not seen them, she can feel in herheart it’s the right course of action.

But Bae only visits oncea year, the end of June, and on this chilly October evening, she is as far fromexpecting to see him as is humanly possible.

Yet there he stands, overthe grave his mother has occupied since her heart attack. He looks almostalive, the darling boy.

“Sister!” she could swearshe hears him, swear there is fear in his eyes, “Sister, you have to run!Run now!”

How odd. Butshe trusts in God well enough to know if Bae is telling her to run, He sent theboy for her protection.

Unfortunately, perhaps due to the surprise of seeing him unexpectedly, shehesitates to act on it too long for the warning to be of any use, somethingcrashing into the back of her skull with a sickening crunch as the boy’sfrantic spirit fades from view.

…

A few years ago, when theteam had only just formed, Graham might have been surprised to find Aurorasitting atop her husband’s desk, journal and pen in hand, glaring at whatevershe’d written like it personally offended her.

Now, not so much. Thoughhe is unsure why he’s faced with this sight instead of… Well, Phillip hadcalled him in to meet, hadn’t he? There had been a voicemail on his phone tothat effect, and stating he should just walk in when he arrived, when he’dwoken that morning. He’d gotten in as soon as he could. And yet, the man isclearly out of the office, for the time being.

Aurora’s dreams areplagued by spirits begging for help, but they can only communicate with herthrough oftentimes gruesome images.

He knows she envieshim his form of speaking to spirits - he feels, sees, andhears them in the waking world, where they are far more eloquent, so long asthey actually know they’re dead. If not, they tend to be in a state of shock,wondering why no one can see them, hear them, and why they’re- Stuck, for lackof a better word.

“What was it this time?”he asks. It may not be what he’s here for, and if it was particularlydistressing he would probably be the worst at providing any sort of comfort,because his social skills are… Lacking, as Ruby puts it. But he knows that ithelps Aurora to have someone listen, and he can do that, at least. She looks upat him, and her anger from before falls into sadness.

“A woman,” shesays, “Her son’s been missing twenty years, but I didn’t feel him. She’slong dead, but she was terrified for a nun that used to be kind to the missingboy. I think the nun may already be gone, I saw– She was on the woman’s grave,and there was… Quite a bit of blood.”

Between the six of them,blood and gore and murder are nothing new. He was NYPD Homicide before he wason this team, Belle worked in forensics in New Orleans, Ruby had been asmall-town deputy… Phillip had been in the FBI three years before getting thisassignment. August was an expert at special effects and sleight of hand, andspecifically debunking fake video and audio, but he’d gained experience on thejob. Aurora had been a nurse before her abilities got her invited in – sheisn’t squeamish, so that she seems reluctant to say what she saw attests thather vision must have been worse than usual.

Aurora’s visions, whenthey aren’t already on a case, almost invariably precede their getting calledin. He knows that as well as he knows that Ruby believes her ability to findmissing people is somehow tied to her sense of smell, as well as he knows thatBelle relies more on her research and logic and forensics than she does on herability to see past events as though they were taking place in front of her, aswell as he knows that when they first started this team Phillip didn’t believe any of them actually had abilitiesbeyond the normal (Phillip still is, in many respects, a skeptic first andforemost – though much more open to possibilities now than when the teaminitially came together).

For the past few years,these people have been more of a family than he ever had in his life. So, givenhow things tend to work out for their little group, he knows that the visionwith the nun is very likely to become their next case, however it is thatalways works itself out. So he contemplates for a minute before choosing hisnext question.

“Did you get any namesfor Belle to start researching?”

She usually does – andthen it’s usually up to him and Ruby to get Belle researching before whateverproject she’s been working on between cases distracts her too much. And provideher with caffeine.

“Not this time,” Aurorashakes her head, “Not people. Not even the ghost that contacted me. But I didsee the sign for the cemetery. Storybrooke.”

…

The moment the call had come through, Emma had known it wasgoing to be a long day.

On the phone, Kathryn had been completely composed as shereported finding a dead body on her trip to the graveyard to leave flowers forher late fiancé, Frederick. But, then again, Kathryn Midas is a lawyer and theyoungest member of the town council; composurehas long been her trademark.

Emma had called in Marian and called in Doctor Whale – her deputyand the closest thing the town has to a Medical Examiner. Technically, there’ssupposed to be an election for M.E. whenever the election for the Sheriff’soffice comes due, but no one has actually run for it in years, and thus theposition falls to whatever Doctor is available.

Not that there have been an abundance of murders, or even suspicious deaths, inStorybrooke, to put it to any sort of actual test, but the system works well enough.

Kathryn’s statement in person hadn’t varied at all from whatshe’d said on the phone, except in that the shock was starting to cause herusual demeanor to come apart. She visits Frederick every Sunday, had been onher way to his final resting place when she’d seen the body and the blood and,dropping the flowers she was holding, immediately dialed her phone and stayedwell back to not disturb anything.

The blood alone had made it obvious that the Mother Superiorwasn’t going to be moving anytime soon.

“My initial findings are that it was blunt force trauma tothe back of the head,” Whale stands from his place surveying the scene. “I’llknow more after a more detailed examination in the morgue, of course. Judgingby the injuries and the blood, I’d say this is your crime scene – she wasn’tbrought here and posed after death.”

To be honest, this is the first crime more complicated thanpetty theft that she’s had to deal with since becoming Sheriff; definitely herfirst truly violent crime. Storybrooke isn’t perfect, but it’s always beenalmost too peaceful. Like somethingout of the world’s most sterilized and boring fairytale. She doesn’t complain –it makes her job easy, means she can spend plenty of time with her son, and more crime is not something any saneperson would want.

Although it does mean that she’s a bit out of her depthswith this. Knows what she’s doing, intheory, worked hard to get her criminal justice degree as a single mother,and on the surface it’s just like any other crime – find who had the motive,means, and opportunity, and find evidence, make an arrest and send them tocourt, let the jury reach a verdict.

But theory and practice are not remotely the same. And,considering who the victim has been identified as, and the fact that it’s a murder, this is the highest profilecrime in Storybrooke in something like 20 years – since she was a kid and oneof the local teenagers had disappeared.

“Emma?” She turns to where Marian had been stringing up thecrime scene tape to keep out gawkers who might trample their evidence, is morethan a little surprised to see her best friend standing there. Elsa has been Mayor a little less than a year, now– shouldn’t she be in her office, working on legislation orwhatever it is her job technically entails?

Still, she heads over. The Sheriff’s department does answerto the Mayor’s office, meaning Elsa is technically her boss, and it could beimportant.

“Anything wrong, Elsa?”

Her friend rubs gloved hands together, a nervous habit thatEmma knows well. Then, she lets out a sigh before speaking.

“Ruby called.”

The words don’t seem relevant, not really. Ruby was theirfriend, was Emma’s deputy before Marian moved to town; she’d been invited tojoin some government team after finding a few missing people after thehurricanes that had plagued the coast for the past several years, and it hadbeen a great opportunity for her career, but they haven’t spoken much since.

“You know her team is… Unconventional,” Elsa continues, andEmma crosses her arms. Yeah, unconventional is one word for it. They’ve been inthe news from a few high-profile cases they’ve solved. Supposedly, they’re allpsychics, looking at supernaturalangles to their cases to find the living, breathing humans behind them.

“One of her teammates had a vision, she said. A nun. Dead.On a grave. In the Storybrooke cemetery. Anna told me you called her to look after Henry so you could come out here, so as soon as I heard what Ruby had to say I came to see you myself.”

There’s not many ways she can respond to that; she doesn’tbelieve in psychics and visions and the paranormal, but Elsa doesn’t exactly have a reason to lie abouta story like that. About Ruby calling her to say those things.

“Why did you need to come see me?” Ruby’s teammate’s “vision”has to be a coincidence or something. Anna telling her sister about babysitting Henry for her is innocent enough, something that the younger of the Arendelle sisters would have no reason to hide if Elsa invited her to lunch and she needed to explain why she couldn’t come. Neither of those things explains Elsa being here in person instead of just calling about it.

“Ruby was worried the minute she heard Storybrooke might beinvolved. She wants – well, she wants to bring a few of her teammates down hereto help you look into things. On a volunteer basis. Considering the cemetery’sreputation, it might be prudent to-”

“The cemetery’s reputation as haunted, you mean,” Emma interrupts, her stare absolutely deadpan.The reputation that has no merit in anything except people’s imaginations; it’sjust a cemetery. A burial ground. There’s no spirits haunting the place. There can’t be, because those don’t exist.

“Listen, you know I don’t want to overstep my bounds. TheSheriff’s department is your office. But these are law enforcementprofessionals. One of them was a forensics expert, one of them was NYPDhomicide. It can’t hurt, can it? You’reshort-staffed, and Storybrooke hasn’t had to deal with something like thissince…”

Since her step-grandmother had killed several people,including her grandfather, in some sort of misguided attempt at “revenge” oversomething her mother supposedly did. But that was before she was even born,which most likely says something about the town that she doesn’t dwell on to figure out. Just because herpredecessor had thought there were holes all over the story in the Bae Golddisappearance and had a very thick file on it gathering dust in the office didn’tmean it was something of this magnitude.

“I told Ruby it was up to you,” Elsa says, instead offilling in the blank of the last time Storybrooke had a case anything likethis. “She said you would be in charge of the investigation, no one isinterested in stealing your jurisdiction. They don’t have any active casesright now--”

“Elsa, stop,” she shakes her head, brings a hand up to pinchthe bridge of her nose as she thinks. Normally she would laugh the offer off,say something along the lines of not needing ghost hunters mucking up her investigation. But they are professionals in the law enforcementfield first, Ruby herself is proof of that. And it could be nice to see herfriend again, and, more importantly, more relevantly, they have actualexperience in murder investigations that she and Marian and even Doctor Whalesimply do not have.

“I’d like to meet them before I make a decision. Can I getthat at least?”

“I’ll call Ruby back, see what we can arrange, okay?” Elsasmiles, pulling her phone from her pocket. Emma turns back to her crime scene,resumes photographing the scene and gathering evidence, refuses to feel like she’s just been manipulated into agreeing to something - she didn’t agree. Not yet.

There’s really nothing else to do but work on solving thismurder.

[fraggle-batches]

Because these are fun

1:Full name: Not comfortable sharing that

2:Zodiac sign: Libra 

3:3 fears: ladders, loneliness

4:3 things I love: my cats and boyfriend and laptop and dogs

5:4 turn on’s: tattoos, good hair, smoking, choking, hickeys

6:4 turn off’s: trump supporters

7:My best friend: my boyfriend

8:Sexual orientation: pansexual

9:My best first date: went to a concert (styg, stray from the path, knocked loose), was soo much fun, and also my first concert with a s/o

10:How tall am I: 5′7

11:What do I miss: my nana, being confident in myself and those around me

12:What time was I born? like 5:30 am 

13:Favorite color? grey

14:Do I have a crush? on my boyfriend, and cole sprouse

15:Favorite quote? “

16:Favorite place? Algonquin park

17:Favorite food? Pizza

18:Do I use sarcasm? Never

19:What am I listening to right now? Flaked Season 2 on Netflix

20:First thing I notice in new person? Shoes, hair, actions

21:Shoe size? Women’s 9.5, Mens 8.5

22:Eye color? Shit brown :))

23:Hair color? Naturally: Brown, Currently: Blonde, Previously: Pink

24: Favorite style of clothing? Uhm idk like casual/skate/dude clothes

25:Ever done a prank call? When I was like 11, but i grew tf up

26:What color of underwear I’m wearing now? I’m not..

27:Meaning behind my URL? Lord of the Rings (on a comedy video)

28:Favorite movie? ^

29:Favorite song? 

30:Favorite band? Don’t know, either The Wonder Years, Pink Floyd, The Tragically Hip

31:How I feel right now? Kinda shitty

32:Someone I love. Aaron

33:My current relationship status. In a relationship, one year at the end of the month.

34:My relationship with my parents. Was pretty fucked up for a while, I got kicked out and shit but now we’re civil and they buy me stuff to suck up for the shit they put me through/

35:Favorite holiday. 

36:Tattoos and piercing I have. I have my nose pierced, three 18g holes p/ear and one 10mm hole p ear.

37:Tattoos and piercing I want. I want to get a second nose piercing, maybe a septum, and my 10mm holes are going up to 22mm as we speak, I also intend to get an assload of tattoos when I’m no longer broke.

38:The reason I joined Tumblr. Joined it when I was like 12.. so I don’t know, just because it was ANOTHER form of social media for me to have.

39:Do I and my last ex hate each other? I hate him because he’s a rapist piece of shit and I’m sure he doesn’t even think of me so.

40:Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night” texts? No.

41:Have I ever kissed the last person I texted? Idek who the last person I texted was.

42:When did I last hold hands? Last night

43:How long does it take me to get ready in the morning? Depends what my hairs like, if it’s good, then 15 mins, if it’s shit then 35mins.

44:Have I shaved my legs in the past three days? Yeah

45: Where am I right now? On the couch at my boyfriends grandparents.

46:If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me? Maybe my boyfriend, maybe a nurse 

47:Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level? LOUD

48:Do I live with my Mom and Dad? No

49:Am I excited for anything? I’m going to see Roger Waters in October and I’m moving in 1-3 months.

50:Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to? My boyfriend.

51:How often do I wear a fake smile? Often.

52:When was the last time I hugged someone? Earlier today I think

53:What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me? I’d fucking leave him and move alone and go back to fucking instead of dating (other people obv)

54:Is there anyone I trust even though I should not? Maybe

55:What is something I disliked about today? Got into a couple pissing matches with the boy.

56:If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? Gord Downie

57:What do I think about most? The amount of debt I’m in

58:What’s my strangest talent? Licking my nose maybe?

59:Do I have any strange phobias? I don’t know..

60:Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? Behind all the way

61:What was the last lie I told? “I don’t want anything to eat rn”

62:Do I prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online? NEITHER

63:Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens? Ghosts: no. Spirits: Yes. Aliens: no, Extra-terrestrial life on another planet potentially in a different solar system: Yes.

64:Do I believe in magic? No

65:Do I believe in luck? I don’t know

66:What’s the weather like right now? Shitty, cloudy, cold, and dark

67:What was the last book I’ve read? The Handbook of Human Sexuality

68:Do I like the smell of gasoline? Uhh yeah

69:Do I have any nicknames? -----

70:What was the worst injury I’ve ever had? Probably when I fractured my skull as a kid. Or the two times I broke my clavicle in the SAME spot like 3 years apart lmao.

71:Do I spend money or save it? I’m a compulsive spender

72:Can I touch my nose with a tongue? Yep

73: Is there anything pink in 10 feet from me? I don’t think so

74:Favorite animal? Elephant maybe

75:What was I doing last night at 12 AM? Same thing as I’m doing now basically... fuck all

76:What do I think Satan’s last name is? He doesn’t have one/exist

77:What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it? I believe by Stevie Wonder

78:How can you win my heart? Be a decent person and show the fucking world that I’m yours and you’re mine.

79: What would I want to be written on my tombstone? “fuck all you cunts from my hometown”

80:What is my favorite word? cunt

81:My top 5 blogs on tumblr? nah

82:If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say? “stop polluting, kill trump, learn how to give a girl good head, end world hunger, adopt dont shop, support everyone regardless, cherish each other”

83:Do I have any relatives in jail? I don’t think so, but maybe

84:I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power? To be able to like pause life and be the only one who isn’t paused but I don’t age on pause so it’s chill. Or to turn off my bad emotions whenever I want

85:What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on? I don’t know, I;m pretty open

86:What is my current desktop picture? My dog 

87:Had sex? Daily

88:Bought condoms? Hate them, but yeah

89:Gotten pregnant? No

90:Failed a class? Yeah

91:Kissed a boy? Yeah

92:Kissed a girl? Yeah

93:Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain? Yeah

94:Had job? Yeah

95:Left the house without my wallet? The worst!!

96:Bullied someone on the Internet? No... well maybe this one stupid piece of shit that raped my friend, posted her nude pics on a porn website and harasses her to this day. But I think that’s with warrant to bully so idc

97:Had sex in public? In a few places...

98:Played on a sports team? Other than school, no

99:Smoked weed? Daily

100:Did drugs? some

101:Smoked cigarettes? Yep

102:Drank alcohol? Yep

103:Am I a vegetarian/vegan? Used to be 

104:Been overweight? Currently am

105:Been underweight? Yep

106:Been to a wedding? Yep

107:Been on the computer for 5 hours straight? Most of the time

108:Watched TV for 5 hours straight? Yep

109:Been outside my home country? Yep

110:Gotten my heart broken? Sort of

111:Been to a professional sports game? No

112:Broken a bone? Skull, elbow, clavicle x 2, wrist x3, most of my toes, both my thumbs, my left ring finger, my ankle, and foot.

113:Cut myself? Used to

114:Been to prom? Fuck prom

115:Been in airplane? Yep

 116: Fly by helicopter? No

117:What concerts have I been to? To name a few (not even close to 1/4 of them: The wonder Years x4, Moose Blood x2, Neck Deep, Real Friends x3, Modern Baseball x3, Knocked Loose, Stick to Your Guns, etc...

118:Had a crush on someone of the same sex? Yep

119:Learned another language? Started to learn german, dropped it. Spoke some french but I’m rusty.

120:Wore make up? Most days

121:Lost my virginity before I was 18? Way before I was 18

122:Had oral sex? Yeah

123:Dyed my hair? Every few months for the last like 4-5 years

124:Voted in a presidential election? Not yet.. 2019 here I come

125:Rode in an ambulance? No

126:Had a surgery? Small one

127:Met someone famous? A few people.. Dan Campbell from the Wonder Years being one of them

128:Stalked someone on a social network? In an innocent-ish “what the fuck is my boyfriend doing liking your slutty pics” stalking

129:Peed outside? Yep

130:Been fishing? Yep

131:Helped with charity? Yep

132:Been rejected by a crush? No

133:Broken a mirror? Yep

134:What do I want for birthday? A camera

135:How many kids do I want and what will be their names? 2-3. Nora, Avalyn, and idk maybe Declan, Jax, Quinn?

136:Was I named after anyone? No

137:Do I like my handwriting? Sometimes

138:What was my favorite toy as a child? Pogs, Pokemon Cards, Idk I mostly read books

139:Favorite TV Show? Shameless is lit

140:Where do I want to live when older? I don;t know yet, used to be Alaska but the US is fucked rn

141:Play any musical instrument? A little piano, tried guitar

142:One of my scars, how did I get it? one on my hand is shaped like a dick.. i stuck my hand in a fire to get a cigarette that dropped when i was drunk and burned the fuck outta my hand, when it scarred the center got prominent, and dick shaped

143:Favorite pizza topping? Bacon

144:Am I afraid of the dark? No

145:Am I afraid of heights? A little

146:Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad? Yeah, I’ve been caught sneaking out and smoking pot and getting drunk when I was supposedly studying or having a quiet movie night in

147:Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end? All the time

148:What I’m really bad at. Life, keeping my temper in check

149:What my greatest achievements are. I graduated high school, and got into college and university

150:The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me. “fat homewrecking bitch”.. but it wasn’t the truth

151:What I’d do if I won in a lottery. Pay off my debt and adopt a load of animals in need

152:What do I like about myself? I got some nice eyelashes, and a nice rack

153:My closest Tumblr friend. ------

154:Something I fantasies about. Cole Sprouse 

155:Any question you’d like -------

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Gross Chapter 5

Pairing: Kaisoo WARNINGS: Depression and Eating DisordersSummary:  “Kyungsoo knows he’s gross, he knows he’s disgusting, but here he is, in love with the most perfect man, he thinks, has ever existed.”

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Kyungsoo was sure that at any second now his lungs were going to give up on him. His hands shook on his knees as he heaved in and out. They’d run through the new choreography a countless number of times and with each run through his strength declined his body protesting at every movement. His knees felt weak, a dull pain was stabbing his abdomen, and his stomach stinging in hunger which only further amplified his exhaustion. No matter how much he wanted just to go back to the dorms and just sleep he couldn’t. He had to keep going, he had to keep working harder, he had to lose more weight. Everyone in Exo was attractive, everyone was attractive and had so many fans to swoon over them but with his current body, he was only holding them back. He kept chanting in his head, only 15 more pounds and you’ll finally be attractive. He thought of the fans and how much they’d love him if he was thinner, handsome even. How maybe, just maybe he’d become even popular than some of the members.That drove him further. He had to keep going, dancing, singing, working, not only for the fans but all of Exo. He’d drinken 5 cups of water and eat only three crackers. 20 calories in each cracker, 60 calories in total for the day. With the ongoing practices, he could feel his body slowly losing weight as he worked off all the calories. The number on the scale had slowly been going down over the last month or so but he hadn’t lost enough. He was so close, his goal was in sight and he wasn’t about to stop now, not when everyone was counting on him. Not when so many fans were looking forward to him being attractive, like the rest of Exo. “Kyungsoo!” Kyungsoo lifted his upper body up to look at Junmyeon. He hesitated for a moment, “Yes?” “We’re starting now. Pay attention.” He’d fucked up yet again. The music began playing and Kyungsoo began moving through the steps. Kyungsoo’s mind raced as he tried to keep up with the other members. Junmyeon was probably angry at him, he probably wouldn’t talk to him for days. He was such a disappointment, why couldn’t he just get things right, he couldn’t dance, he could sing. That was the only reason he’s in Exo. He wasn’t handsome like the other members, he only had his voice, they knew that and the fans knew that. However, Baekhyun’s vocals were just as strong as his, if not better, if he were to leave Exo it would be like he had never been there in the first place. Baekhyun would take his place, the fans would probably be so grateful to get someone as ugly as him away from the rest of the members. His members would be so happy too if he just- “Kyungsoo!” He froze, he’d done it again hadn’t he, “You’re off beat.” Junmyeon sighed, “Let’s go again.” He’d had done it yet again, he’d held everyone back. He was such a failure, how long would it be until the boys grew sick of him, till all the fans hated him rather than simply tolerating him, how long till the members finally realized he wasn’t worth all of the trouble until he was kicked out? The song started again and Kyungsoo began to move once more. The pain in his chest growing with every passing second. The burning hunger becoming more unbearable with each beat. He didn’t want to but he had to stop and suddenly he was frozen to his spot. The music cut off second later. “Kyungsoo, what are you doing?” Junmyeon yelled turning towards him. Kyungsoo felt dizzy, his stomach was hurting an unreal amount. Black dotted his eyesight as he struggled to keep upright. “Are you okay, Kyungsoo?” He couldn’t recognize the voice, he knew it was one of the members but his mind was too hazy, his thoughts too obscured to know which one. He could vaguely make out a hand on his shoulder, but with the growing distortion of the world, it simply felt as if a ghost was touching him. “I’m fine,” He managed to mutter, “Just restart the song.” “We’re not going to restart the song Kyungsoo, you’re obviously sick.” Another voice spoke, Kyungsoo couldn’t place this one either. It was beginning to bug him. “No, no, really I’m fine.” Speaking was difficult, his vision kept growing increasingly darker, black specks slowly taking over his vision but he ignored it. He couldn’t stop, he had to keep going, he couldn’t delay practice, he couldn’t let the boys all suffer at his expense, “I promise I’m fi-,” And suddenly Kyungsoo could feel his body go limp as the world went black. _____

“Kyungsoo! Kyungsoo!” Kyungsoo slowly opened his eyes, he could feel a hand quickly patting his cheek in an attempt to awaken him. He looked up. His eyes landed on Jongin’s worried face. He was being held by him who had wrapped him tight in his muscular arms, Kyungsoo’s head forced against his firm chest. If Kyungsoo had the energy he would have been blushing. The other members crouched down around him looking intensely at him, concern on their faces. “I’m sorry,” Kyungsoo whispered. He struggled to keep from crying, “I’m so sorry.” He spoke louder this time. His throat closed painfully at the attempt to keep from crying but it was a failure, tears rushed down his cheeks. “Kyungsoo,” Chanyeol spoke, “What happened? Why did you keep going?” “I’m so sorry.” he said again. “Soo, why are you sorry you’re the one who passed out, I should be sorry for continuing to push you.” Junmyeon spoke, “But why didn’t you say anything?” “I’m sorry,” He hiccuped, “I know I’m stopping practice, I’m so sorry.” Tears continued to fall rapidly. “What are you talking about Soo?” Baekhyun whispered, grabbing his hand, “Screw practice, you’re sick.” “No!” Kyungsoo yelled sitting up too quickly making him light headed once again. Pushing Jongin’s arms off of him, his tears stopping abruptly as he tried to find the words. Kyungsoo’s voice was soft as he spoke. “I can’t hold you guys back, I can go to the dorm and you all can keep practicing. You guys can’t stop improving just because I did something stupid.” “Kyungsoo, I know you’re upset for push yourself but-” Junmyeon started. “Of course I should push myself,” Kyungsoo spoke louder this time, Baekhyun squeezed his hand. “I shouldn’t have passed out, if I had kept going it would have been fine, but I didn’t.” The hunger was slowly creeping back to Kyungsoo, just as strong as before. It was taking over his mind as he desperately tried to ignore it. “Soo,” This time it was Jongin who spoke, “What are you talking about? How do you expect us to keep going when you are suffering like this?” Kyungsoo sighed, “I’m not suffering you guys are.” The members looked at him confused, “How exactly are we suffering Kyungsoo?” Sehun asked, his voice on edge as if he knew the answer that was coming. As if he could tell just how much Kyungsoo was hating himself. Kyungsoo let out a short laugh, “It’s obvious isn’t it?” He looked around at all of the members, their expressions the same as before, Kyungsoo paused pulling his hand away from Baekhyun, “You have to be in a group with me.” The room went deathly silent as the members absorbed the words just spoken. Several emotions played across all 11 boys faces, confusion, to sadness, then finally anger. “What the fuck are you saying?” Kris yelled, rage seeping from his voice. Kyungsoo flinched. “I know that Exo would be better without be-” “Don’t you dare say that.” Jongin growled, “How could we, how could I, even function without you? You’re an important part of this team, no this family.” “Kyungsoo,” Yixing spoke his voice a comforting contrast to the two boys who had just spoken, “When we say “We are one” we mean it, you’re a part of us. You don’t hold us back, you move us forward.” “He’s right, I don’t know what I’d do without you,” Jongin, “Without you who would cook for me, or watch movies with me, or cuddle with me when I’m cold? Who would make me smile whenever I’m not feeling my best? Who could be there for me like you are?” Kyungsoo looked at him in shock, “Those things don’t bother you?” “Bother me? Why would they ever bother me?” “Because, well, because I’m gross.” Jongin grabbed both of his hands with his own larger ones wrapping firmly around them, “Don’t you ever say that again. You’re perfect, okay. That’s why, well that’s why,” Jongin stammered, the words not fully coming out. “That’s why what?” Kyungsoo asked. “That’s why you’re my best friend.” Jongin finally spoke. Kyungsoo nodded, best friend, Kyungsoo thought solemnly, of course, what else? Kyungsoo yelled at himself for getting his hopes up, Jongin would never look at him that way, Jongin would never love him like how he does. Jongin could say he was perfect but he knew that was a lie, he knew the truth, that he was nowhere near perfect, near attractive even. Most of all, the thing Kyungsoo could never change, was that Kyungsoo was a boy. A fact that would never let Jongin look at him, a fact that would forever keep him stuck as just a friend. Baekhyun sighed loudly, “Man you guys are still chasing circles around each other?” Kyungsoo looked at him “What do you mean?” Kyungsoo asked. “Nothing,” Baekhyun sighed again, “Let’s just go home, okay Soo?” Kyungsoo nodded, “Let’s go home.” _____

The members, mostly Jongin, refused to let Kyungsoo walk home after his fainting spell, forcing him to give him ride on Jongin’s back. He could hear his heart thumping in his chest and he tried desperately not to focus on the heat emitting from Jongin’s back onto his chest. “I’m sorry I’m so heavy,” Kyungsoo whispered in his ear. Jongin laughed, “I thought we talked about this earlier? You’re extremely light Kyungsoo.” Kyungsoo smiled to himself, burying his face in the back of Jongin’s back, slowly inhaling his scent. He didn’t know when he’d have this opportunity again, the chance to be slow close to Jongin without the taller questioning it. The trip back to the dorm never seemed shorter than he’d ever experienced in the entire time Kyungsoo had been living there. Before he knew it Jongin was sitting him down on the couch and turning around to face him. “Soo, your shoes are still on I’ll take them off for you, okay?” He smiled. Kyungsoo panicked, “No, you don’t have to do that.” But it was too late Jongin was already untying his shoelaces before slowly sliding his first shoe off. “I’m sorry if they smell…” Jongin chuckled, “We live in a dorm with 10 other boys Soo, this is nothing. Even if the did smell, which they surprisingly don’t, they couldn’t smell much worse than me right now.” Kyungsoo frowned, “You don’t smell bad.” Jongin looked up at him as he pulled the other shoe off, “Kyungie, you don’t have to go light on me, I’m covered in sweat right now.” “Even sweaty you smell nice.” Kyungsoo blushed, he’d slipped up. Jongin looked down and Kyungsoo could faintly see a smile playing on his lips. “Soo,” Jongin said looking back up, “You really shouldn’t say things like that to me.” “Sorry,” Kyungsoo spoke quietly. Jongin looked straight into his eyes, softly taking Kyungsoo’s hand, “It makes me too flustered when you say stuff like that.” Kyungsoo’s face heated up, his heart was beating rapidly in his chest. Suddenly the hunger in his stomach was replaced with butterflies as he looked into Jongin’s brown eyes. Never before had Kyungsoo been more conscious of his hand in his life. “Kyungsoo,” He pulled his hand away quickly as he heard Baekhyun call his name from behind, “You get in the shower first okay?” He turned around to look at him “Okay!” “Woah, Woah, Woah, you just passed out no way you’re getting in the shower now,” Jongin argued. “Fine then,” Baekhyun countered, “You get in with him.” Kyungsoo's face went red as he thought of that situation, Jongin would then surely know his feelings then. “No way,” Jongin replied. Of course, Kyungsoo thought, why would Jongin ever want to do that. “Okay,” Kyungsoo could see a smirk form on Baekhyun’s mouth, “I’m sure Sehun would be willing to do it.” “No!” Jongin yelled, his eyes quickly flashed from Kyungsoo back to Baekhyun, “I’ll shower with him it’s fine.” “Jongin you really don’t-” “No Soo, it’s final,” He interrupted, “You can’t just shower alone.” “Then why can’t I shower with Sehun?” “Because,” Jongin paused, “Because I know you better than Sehun and because that’s just the way it is.” Kyungsoo looked at him, confused, “But I really don’t get-” “Oh my god Soo,” Baekhyun cut in, “Just go get in the shower already, the rest of us can’t go until you get out.” Kyungsoo nodded. He watched as Jongin stood up in front of him before sticking his hand out for Kyungsoo to grab. “Let’s go then Soo.” And Kyungsoo slowly took his hand.

[welp-here-i-write]

Wickling Shenanigans Chapter 2 ~ Firsts

It’s today! Holy shit I can’t believe it! Teddy texted me like ten minutes after he dropped me off, inquiring as to whether or not I would be interested in going to a local comic store that he’s been going to for ages.I’m so excited! It took us a solid hour to plan out our schedules so that neither of us would get into too much trouble with our parents (or, in my case, make my parents suspicious). So, we decided on the Wednesday two weeks from then at 6, which would be a comic release day. Fresh comics would be arriving at the store and everyone would go to read something, buy it and then sit down and just debate anything and everything. There’s only one problem. I’m not too positive on how I feel about going to a different store.

I don’t feel like I’m ‘betraying’ my local store or anything, in fact I don’t even have a local store. It’s just anxiety I guess. I mean, I’m already going to be with Teddy, who I’ve still technically only known for seven hours or so, but I’m also going to be in a different area of town, different people who may not react to well and who knows what else. Just this once I want to be confident. I want to be able to just relax and go out on a date with a cute, nerdy boy.

Alas, anxiety never listens to reason anyway. So now the harder question. What the hell am I going to wear? I normally just wear my hoodie and a pair of jeans, but is that really good enough for a date? It is only to a comic shop and by no means is it formal, but I don’t want to disrespect or act like an idiot in front of Teddy. I begin to look through all of my clean clothes, looking for anything that doesn’t look stupid or too casual. No solid colour shirts, that would ruin the comic vibe. So maybe a proper hero shirt? He said that he likes Captain America… right? God, if this works out at all, I’m really going to be a sucky boyfriend. I look for any Captain America merchandise I may have and find… nothing. I do find an Avengers shirt, however, and quickly decide that it’s my best bet.

Finding a loose, yet nice looking pair of jeans to go along with the outfit, I put any finishing touches together and try to fix myself up. Trying to shower as quickly as possible, I hurry through and out, starting on my hair as soon as I can at least mildly dry the rest of my body. It takes five minutes of fumbling through drawers for combs and a hair gel that doesn’t look fake as shit for me to finally begin on hair. I try to do anything that would make it the same nice sideways part that it was when he last saw me, yet I can’t manage it in the slightest. I throw the comb down in frustration some time later, collapsing to the porcelain tiles of the bathroom.

“Why can’t you just get one fucking thing right? You fucking idiot.” I whisper, head in hands, tears welling up in my eyes.

“Maybe you shouldn’t even waste his time. Just cancel. You said it yourself, you aren’t going to be of any use to him, merely a sucky boyfriend.” The small, nagging voice from within my head coos. A voice I’ve come to accept as a part of me, yes, but also a dark thing that I can’t tolerate. The voice of my depression and anxiety all rolled into one. And no matter what I tell myself, I can’t help but feel like that tiny voice is right.

Gingerly, I reach for the phone that I had left on the counter, readying my excuse in my head. There goes another one, I suppose. As I absentmindedly go to the text thread between me and Teddy, I notice that a new text is there.

“Hey, um, I don’t exactly know what you may want from this date or anything, and honestly, I’m really scared to fuck this up. I just wanted to ask if it was ok if we didn’t try and overdo this or anything. I know that this may turn you away, but I just want to make sure I don’t overstep at all or… I don’t even know. I’m sorry. Anxiety is weird. Anyway, I hope that you’re still cool with Jansen’s at 6?”

I can’t stop the tears from pouring out. He is so amazing. He knows exactly what it’s like and is actually confident enough to talk about it. He is everything that I’m not and may never be. I text back, slowly weighing each of my words so that I don’t make a stupid mistake.

“Yeah! Of course. I actually understand exactly what you’re talking about. I was going to do something really brash and ignorant, but you stopped me. I also have anxiety, fun fact, I guess. But yeah, I can’t wait to see you there.” After sending the text I look at the time. 5:00. And Jensen’s is 20 minutes away. Damnit. I sigh, looking at my hair with resignation. No need for false images. I wash out the gel and just simply run a comb through it again. It’s messy, but not in a bad way. I quickly change into the outfit I chose earlier, but after a moment of pause decide to throw on that familiar gray hoodie.

I grab my wallet and keys to the house, saying goodbye to my younger brothers and telling my parents that “Daniel”, my “lab partner”, wanted to meet up for a study session. They accepted it, readily agreeing to any sort of studious activity, and gave me money for the cab ride. As I walk outside into the cold, fall New York air, I search for a taxi, finally hailing one down. I give my destination and soon enough, we reach the comic shop, where I thank the woman and hand her an extra five dollars for getting me here in 15 minutes. I look at the store sign above the door and the extraordinary combination of merchandise, comics and apparel that line the walls and center of the store. Taking a deep breath and trying to steady myself, I walk into the door.

As I walk in, the familiar and comforting scent of fresh comics and posters hit my nose. It feels like a second home by now, and every comic shop has a similar enough smell to feel that way, yet a small difference to make themselves unique. I also hear a surprising lack of conversation when I enter the store, surprised that there are no raging debates on whether the Hulk or the Thing would win in a fight. I look around the small store, obtaining a greeting from the main cashier and obvious manager, but only finding a few others.

Finally, I find a small outcropping filled with comfortable chairs and  group of six people all silently reading issues of the new Scarlet Witch that I had been super excited to get tonight. One of them, a guy probably in his late twenties, with brown, wavy hair and a small stubble, looks up to me. “Oh hey!” He says in a quiet tone. “You here for the Scarlet Witch discussion?”

I look at him with vague confusion. “Um, no, I was invited here by someone I met. He should be here soo-”

“Ah! You’re the guy Teddy won’t shut up about! What is it, Billy, Dilly? I’m sorry, I’m shit with names.” He interrupts, quickly smiling at me after his apparent fumble.

“Yeah, my name’s Billy, nice to meet you.”

“Trent, nice to meet you.” He puts his hand forward and I readily accept it. At least I have one guy who I can now relate to. I continue with a simple train of thought before a question hits my mind.

“Hey, Trent. Did you say ‘the Scarlet Witch discussion’?” I inquire, suddenly reminded of the short phrase he said earlier.

“Yeah! To honour her new comic, we decided that she would be a great subject for this week’s discussion!” Trent’s explanation is then cut off by the sound of yet another voice, this one from behind me and much more familiar.

“Damnit!” Teddy whines, looking slightly red-faced with embarrassment. “It was supposed to be a surprise! I remembered that you said that you loved Scarlet Witch and when I was here later I was reminded about the fact that the discussion was today and I thought immediately that you would love to talk about her and the new issue, which I also bought for you so here.” He says in one rapid sentence, his face growing ever-more cherry as he continues. After the last phrase, he looks through his bag before pulling out a very nice looking Scarlet Witch #9.

At that moment I realize two things. I am the shittiest boyfriend of all time. And. Teddy Altman is the best and most thoughtful boyfriend ever. I accept the comic, silent and slightly open-mouthed. I can’t help but just stare, words failing me. Finally, Teddy speaks up again.

“It’s not what you would’ve preferred is it? I overstepped didn’t I? God damnit I’m sorry Billy, I thought you would like it and clearly I was wrong. Do you want me to take it back? It’ll save you the trouble.” Teddy says. Finally, words connect to my brain again just as he is about to reach and grab the book.

“No! Oh my God Teddy, no one has even done that or anything even remotely similar for me. Holy shit, it’s amazing. I was going to buy one tonight, but… wow. Just… wow. Thank you so much.” I continue to stammer, trying to talk to him, when he leans in and simply hugs me. It’s a nice way to say shut up.

“Hey, it’s ok. So you weren’t horribly disappointed by the present?” He asks, concern still fresh in his face.

“Damnit Teddy, I love it and I can’t wait to talk to everyone here about the obviously greatest person. Well, besides you. Thank you.”

“Yeah, of course. You deserve it. You’re outstanding.” He says, eyes watery and still concerned. I got so lucky to find him. For the next few minutes I begin to flip through the pages of the comic, reveling in the art style that had been revolutionary back in Scarlet Witch #1 and still were just gorgeous. The story was excellently unfolding and about 5/7 of the way through, a large plot twist came into play and made the story exponentially larger, more complex and just flat out better. An hour has passed by the time I finally finish it.

We stay another few hours and discuss how the new arc seems to be coming into play with everyone else, Teddy showing off his new knowledge that he had been working on apparently. And despite my enjoyment of everything and Teddy’s kindness, I can’t help but feel like something is wrong. When we both step outside into the cold, night air, I turn to him.

“This isn’t your thing, is it? Scarlet Witch and everything else that was discussed tonight?” Teddy’s face falls as he looks at me.

“Was it that obvious? I’m just not that big on Scarlet Witch, I mean, I tried but I’m not sure what it is. I just couldn’t get behind it.” His voice cracks a bit and he looks almost as crestfallen as I am that he wasn’t honest with me.

“Not really, I guess I just picked up on it. You know I don’t care right? I completely understand. What kind of geek could I call myself if I were to shame someone for their preferences? That’s the whole job of being a geek!” I say, incredulously. I can’t understand why he wouldn’t be able to just tell me the truth.

“Yeah, I guess. I’m sorry. I guess I thoroughly ruined your night. Goodnight Billy.” He turns away and begins walking. My heart stops for a second. While I am typically ok with letting go of a boy, suddenly everything in me just screams out. And I know that I can’t let him get away. So I run after him.

“Teddy! Wait! No! Come back, please!” I continue running after him, eyes watering. Never before have I felt so strongly about someone. He turns around as I finally catch up and grab his arm. There are tears in his eyes as well. “Please don’t go. I’ve never felt like this before for anyone and the last thing I want to do is ruin this because you really are someone special that no one should ever let go and I just ----”

I’m cut off by a sudden pressure on my lips as Teddy leans forward and silences me. And there are no fireworks, no loud explosions. In fact quite the opposite. Everything just short circuits in my head and my legs soon turn to jelly. I would fall if not for his arms around my waist. His lips are soft or something I’m not quite sure. All I know is that Teddy Altman is kissing me. His hair lightly brushes against my face and his breath smells like strawberry milkshakes. Yet the kiss is so much shorter than I wanted it to be. Pressure and then a slight brush and pull away. He stands there with his forehead against mine, our breath vapour mixing in front of us. He smiles a small, sad smile.

“Sorry, I didn’t even ask. But I’ve kinda wanted to do that for a while. You just… you’re kinda amazing and really attractive and super swe-” It’s my turn to stop him. I lean up and forward again, kissing him with just a little more fervor than before. He responds by pressing into it and returning with his own slight fervor. Finally, we pull away again.

“Guess we’re even then.” I say with a small wink. He gives a small chuckle.

“Damn Billy, I don’t even know what to say. You’re amazing. And God, I am so fucking sorry.” He whispers, arms wrapping around me even tighter.

“Don’t be sorry. You just gave me my first kiss. And there’s no one I would rather give that too. Just promise that we can do something that you love next time.” His eyes widen at that.

“Wait, you-you’re still ok with being with me, even after everything else?” He says.

“God, you are so thick Teddy. Why else would I willingly kiss you? Why would I ask? Just to fuck with you? No! You’re amazing and sweet. How many times do I have to say it? You’ve said it to me and yet won’t accept the reciprocation. Deal with it. You’re stuck with me, Theodore.” I smile, backing up with my hands firmly placed on my hips. He returns the smile, significantly more happy.

After we discuss it for a few minutes, we decide to just relax at his place next week after school. And if it’s anything like the first, I can’t wait for my second date.