#check the god damn receipts and tell me that I am fucking wrong

[nothingimportanttoseehere]

What people don't understand about She-Ra is that the visual symbolism in the show hits so much harder when you see that Adora is a transfem lesbian. People who deny this are just haters.

[jadelynlace]

Non-Verbal Ways To Say I Love You / Ink Drinker Modern Vikings AU “Talks” [Ivar x F!Reader]

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“Buying something that reminds them of you.”

This got....long. Not sorry.

Despite your relationship with Ivar, that man is slowly buying you things all the time. And just buying things. And sometimes, that man just buys things he doesn’t need. 

A hunting knife? The man gags when he touches raw hamburger meat. Collectors edition box set for a super hero franchise? He has it already. The same sweatshirt because he keeps losing it and he’s too lazy to actively search for it? It’s on the coat rack at the shop and Ivar swears it’s lost a sea.

Sometimes, you want to take the man’s credit card away from him.

Case in point: the “Twenty Five Days Of Christmas” slowly turned into the “Twenty Five Days Of Ivar Being Banned From The Lingerie Stores”. 

Don’t even get me started on the hardware store when you two get a house together. He has great ideas a 3am, but reflooring the living room is not one of them. 

You’re worried one day he’ll come home with a dog. 

Alright, back on topic:

Ivar spends a few weeks every year in California for tattoo conventions. One in San Diego, and one in Los Angeles. He always comes back looking slightly more tanned, a little bit more toned. And there’s a reason for that: every time Ivar so thought about you, with his dick, he would go to the gym to burn off the steam. So yeah, he hardly ever leaves the gym. He brings things from the state; a specific hot sauce he’s only ever found there that you love, novelty tee shirts for his brother despite Ivar saying “this is the last time I’m buying you a stupid fucking shirt”. A piece of jewelry, a book he thinks you’ll like, anything really that he sees that reminds him of you, he’ll likely buy. You also get many, many videos of him from there, whether it be him under the needle (if he can find the space), or recordings of him in his element courtesy of Floki. Yes, you will get dick pics. Yes it’s the longest two weeks of your life.

Before you ask, yes, Ivar has a tattoo that he got because of you. It may or may not be your first initial on his chest.

Now, when it comes to Floki’s oldest son Phoenix (yes, I made up a name for him in this AU, you can fight me), you are lovingly known as Ivar’s “Lady Friend”. More specifically, Ivar’s “Super Hero Lady Friend” because to every child, being a firefighter/medic is pretty damn heroic. And, they’re not wrong. He’s always enthralled with what you and Hvitserk are doing at the station, you’ve shown him the ambulance, the fire trucks, you’ve shown him how their hoods come up. (Which, by the way friends, is amazing. Like I see it all the time when we do checks, and every time I’m cranking that thing up I am all heart eyes.) You might as well be a damn super hero when you walk through fire. Anyways; with the help of Ivar, Phoenix has gotten you, on more than one occasion, a super hero figurine, or sticker, or even a page he colored, because you are, like I said, Ivar’s “Super Hero Lady Friend”. The smiles the two of them have together? Fucking priceless.

But, I know you’re all not asking: what do we get for Ivar, Jade? Loves, let me tell you. Ivar can’t believe you’re real at times, he can’t believe you’re with him, and he will thank every God, every mystical being or random deity until he is dead. You may, or may not, have put together a photo album/scrapbook of your relationship with him. Beginning with the receipt from the first time you two went to the diner together after Ragnar’s gala. The first draft of your thigh tattoo, pictures of the two of you together, pictures you took of him, pictures he took of you. The notes he writes for you, movie tickets, concert tickets, art museum passes. Maybe a picture of him with his crutches, maybe a picture of him when he’s fully mobile again. Polaroids of you in lingerie, of the two of you making love. Ivar cries when he gets it; despite how many times he tells you he’s not crying. He looks through it when his head gets too loud.

You have also bought him:

tattoo cream, you saw it on an instagram ad.

leather bound sketchbooks.

mjolnir pendant(s).

glasses cases. 

history books.

math books / math puzzle books.

rubik’s cubes

funko pops (yes, I went there again).

playlists that you burn onto a CD, or even better, an old record (you spent a long time finding someone capable of doing this) for him to listen to at the shop.

crayola washable markers for Phoenix to color in his tattoos with. sometimes you find really cool colors too.

comic books to please his inner 12-year-old.

a polaroid camera (yes, for the bedroom).

a second polaroid camera when he figures out he likes it and he uses this one outside of the bedroom.

You and Hvitserk have a private agreement that falls on every Friday or Saturday that the two of you work. Your hours are usually 24 hours on, 72 hours off (not like mine would be at the station at all, or anything), or every fourth day. So, when it’s a week of Monday/Friday, or Tuesday/Saturday, those second days you two go out to lunch. Regardless of anything. On the clock, you two get take away to eat at the station; or you’ll sit down and eat, sometimes easier said than done (your chief allows it if he gets a doggy bag), and you two just unload on to each other. About everything, work stress or life stress. He tells you how he’s nervous to ask the nurse at the ER out for coffee despite seeing her all the time.

Every other time the bill switches; you pay, or Hvitty pays. Other than that; you two don’t typically buy each other things. You’ll get him a cookbook every year, he collects them and uses them, and he looks forward to the weird ones you can find. He buys you something you need, but never use: anything to give you some “you time”. Whether it be a gift card for shopping, or the spa, you take care of everyone, but neglect yourself. But hell, shopping for Hvitserk is pretty damn simple (compared to Ivar, which can sometimes stump you), the man’s face lights up when you bring him a bag of chips. He’s....easy to please.

That was so much I apologize. 

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[svnflcwerss]

i love coming off of a hiatus for some “tea” but if you’re looking to join discord groups let me tell you about my fucking experience with the one and only chestnut ridge. i initially joined it because my (former) friend of 2+ years is an admin and invited me.

everything was fine cool cool. fast forward to two weeks ago, i start a new job. should be happy times right? wrong. let me preface this and say this group doesn’t have activity checks, just interest checks since you know people have lives and shit. i react to those and i try to post atleast once a day.

i also tried plotting with people but y’all know you can only do so much when people are dry as hell in the dms and whatnot. that’s not the problem. the problem is the fucking admin forcing my hand and essentially bullying my way out of the group until i cracked and left the group. (yes i have proof and receipts if you ask for them).

huge sidenote i am not the first person they’ve done this to btw. the admin is just a liar and likes to talk about people to her members privately and in main chat when they leave lmfao.

another thing is the group is cliquey as FUCK! and both admins are in said clique. they actively break rules and let their friends break them as well. they have an fc rule, yet one of their friends broke that by having a 33 year old fc play a 25 year old. the admin ganged up on me for having slow activity just because i started a new job, but has characters that remain inactive until “drama goes down” and that’s when they’ll be active on them. one of the admins has a serious problem god modding and meta gaming.

and the damning last two things are that they swear up and down the group isn’t a smut rp but literally everything is about sex. not to mention unwanted sexual advances ic done by the admin/owner of the group herself. the admins stream themselves playing the sims where they have a household of their faves (obviously their little friend groups characters) in there and they put my friends character on there and made her character fuck one of the admins characters even though she said she didn’t want that happening. also throwing this out there that i played 4 black characters and when i left the group was left with a staggering…..TWO black characters. both played by admins of course.

and again i have screenshots and proof to back up all these statements (as far as everything but the sims thing goes, but there were multiple witnesses) so if you wanna have a bad time if you’re not in the admins circle jerk clique, then chestnut ridge is the rp for you babes!

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“Sharky” *Part 7*

I have a question y’all, do you think that I make my fics too short? I always tend to keep them at 10 chapters because I feel like my attention span goes, but I see other fics are sometimes substantially longer. I really have some good plot plans for this one, so we’ll see how long it goes. 

Also OMG the gif works so well with the scene please send help.

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Chapter List Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 8

“Rafael...Rafael come on don’t make me run in these shoes,” You called after him, scampering in your stilettos. Rafael finally stopped and turned to face you.

“What, Y/N? What could you possibly say to me?” He said exasperatedly. 

“Well this is familiar…” You half smiled. It was a call back to your first “date”.

“You really want to make jokes right now? He asked angrily.

“Sorry...I’m sorry,” You awkwardly looked at the ground. “For everything,”

“For everything,” He scoffed with a roll of his eyes. 

“Yes! For everything,” You tried to step towards him, but he stepped back. 

“For what, exactly? For stealing my stuff? For going through my apartment? For DRUGGING me?” 

“I did NOT--”

“Oh don’t even. I had such weird dreams that I haven’t had except for when I was taking hydrocodone for a back surgery,” He crossed his arms.

“Oh come on it wasn’t even half a pill there’s no way you could have--”

“SEE, I knew it! What the fuck is WRONG with you?!” He stared at you with disbelief.

“I...I don’t know…” You bit your lip.

“Right,” He shook his head with a sarcastic smile and turned to walk away, but you grabbed his hand.

“But look I’m sorry, okay and, and I didn’t give these to Buchanan yet so I’m going to delete them, right now and--” You started to show him the CONFIDENTIAL photos you took last night, but for the first time you were looking at them properly.

“I thought you were deleting them,” He said almost on top of you when he realized what you had taken photos of.

“What is this?” You zoomed in on the files, your face growing pale. “Rafael, what is this?” 

“Look we’re talking about what YOU did, Y/N--” He started to deflect but you weren’t hearing any more.

“My NAME is all over this, Rafael,” You could feel your panic attack coming back. The files were basically a full blown background check on you. Your family, your career, everything.

“It’s...not what you think,” Now it was his voice that went soft.

“It’s not what I--I can’t fucking believe this,” You laughed sarcastically, tears stinging your eyes. “You’re not upset I ‘played’ you, you’re upset you got outplayed!”

“What? What does that even mean?” He scoffed.

“YOU ASKED ME OUT,” You almost screamed. “You asked me out to get more dirt on me!”

“No,  I didn’t I--” He tried to deny it.

“Bullshit! Then what the fuck is this?!”  You shook the phone at him. “God I can’t believe I felt bad for-- GOD you’re such a--”

“Oh no no no, don’t even. I didn’t sleep with you and steal your property,” He acted like he was the victim once again.

“Yeah, because I didn’t give you the chance!” You were fuming.

“Look I didn’t even get that information, okay? Liv did. She did a whole background check on you when she thought I was interested in you...MONTHS ago. And I never even looked at it!” He tried explaining everything away. Nothing was ever his fault. 

“But you kept it. Just in case,” You narrowed your eyes.

“Well obviously I’m glad I did,” He bit back.

“God...Olivia,” You scoffed. “You know she’s the only reason we’re in this,” You rolled your eyes at that stupid woman. 

“Excuse me?”

“I wanted to go out with you for REAL, Rafael. Which clearly was never on your agenda,” You stomped your heel. 

“Oh come on that’s--” He shook his head.

“Yeah, and then not only did you embarrass the fuck out of me, then your little bitch called Buchanan and TOLD ON US,” You spat. The whole thing was enough to set you on fire, if she hadn’t butt in at all you would be in Rafael’s arms right now and not having it out in the middle of the street.

“...She what?” His voice went soft again; he didn’t even correct you on calling her a bitch.

“Yeah, turns out she thought I was trying to “coerce” you to my side, or that’s what she told Buchanan,” You spat. “And THEN, and ONLY then, did Buchanan come to me and threaten my god damn JOB and CAREER unless I got those receipts!”

“He...he threatened you…?” Rafael’s head was spinning. Had you really cared about him this whole time?

“YES, and-- and you know what is the WORST part of all of this?” You shook your head and laughed bitterly.

“What--? He looked afraid of the answer.

“I KEPT THE RECEIPTS,” You yelled, feeling yourself about to breakdown.

“What do you mean, you kept the receipts?” He asked with concern.

“I took this last night,” You pulled the USB you swiped from your blazer pocket. “And--And after I sat there, I let you-- I--- and then you called me ‘mi amor’, and I--” Your mind was running a mile a minute, you couldn’t finish a thought.

“I did what?” He stared at you in shock. 

“You don’t even remember that,” You scoffed angrily “Of course you don’t. You didn’t fucking mean it, I knew that,” 

“I….I…” Rafael’s eyes went back and forth as his mind was racing, trying to figure out exactly what he had said out loud last night and what he had dreamed of.

“And I felt SO BAD, so bad, and I thought that I--that we---” You were still reeling, you couldn’t believe this was happening. 

“Y/N…” Rafael’s face was apologetic now but you were done. 

“I made copies of the receipts and I put them on this USB and I was going to give it back to you, and then you could just tell Buchanan that you had made copies and saved them beforehand, and I didn’t get my hands on it. Because I didn’t give it to him, Rafael. I saved it and I was going to save YOU,” You were full on having a breakdown, tears were falling down your face. Rafael’s face fell completely and he reached for you.

“Y/N I am so--”

“NO!!!!” You jerked away from him. “You played me! I can’t believe all the bullshit you gave me, all the guilt I felt, the feelings I thought--”

“I didn’t play you Y/N I swear to you, I asked you out because I--” He grabbed your hands this time. “I really did like you, I DO like you,” 

“No, I’m not listening to any of your bullshit of what I ‘felt’ or some sappy bullshit, not for one more second,” You ripped away from him and started to storm off; But you were going to show him once and for all who was the heartless one. 

“And you know what, counselor? Congratulations, you outplayed the best of the best. Well done. Here’s your prize,” You threw the USB at him and stormed off, leaving him speechless.

---- 

You stomped back inside and went straight to the family bathroom nearby, locking it behind you just before you broke down crying. Your phone began buzzing wildly, “RAFAEL” flashed on your screen. IGNORE.

It rang again, and again and again. You finally picked it up and screamed “LEAVE ME ALONE,” and hung up. 

Why did you give him that USB? Now you were going to lose your job on top of everything else.

You finally composed yourself long enough to make it back to your desk, where Buchanan was waiting. 

“Ah, Y/L/N, So I just got a very...interesting call from Barba,” He gave you a look.

“I’m sure you did,” you thought to yourself. “Oh?” You asked out loud.

“Yes it turns out, that he had those receipts on a backup USB he had at his office,” He said in an accusatory tone.

“Oh. That’s unfortunate,” You did your best to keep cool.

“It is, and also very peculiar. Seeing as he was so upset when he came over here, acting like he didn’t have a chance,” He kept his suspicious tone.

“He probably just forgot he had it at the office, you know on the account of being drugged last night and all,” You rolled your eyes.

“I’m  sorry, what?” John’s eyes perked up.

“A quarter of a hydrocodone, he’s fine,” You waved it off. “Probably made him foggy though,”

“Uh huh...I’m sure,” He nodded. “And about those photos…”

“Oh, don’t count on it,” You shook your head as you handed him your phone.

“Oh, damn Y/L/N,” He chuckled. “Seems that ADA really took you for a ride, didn’t he? Maybe I overestimated you,” That hit so much harder right now, and he knew it. 

“Just...I’m sorry, okay?” You looked at the floor in shame.

“Well, you did your best there, my little shark,” He nodded to the plushie as he walked away. You picked it up and tossed it into the trash as you did your best not to burst into tears again.

------

Meanwhile across town, Barba was storming into Olivia Benson’s office at the NYPD.

“What is your problem, Olivia?” He barked.

“Excuse me?” Olivia was floored that Rafael would yell at her like this.

“Liv look, I know that we’re best friends, and we’ve known each other a long time but--- I’m not yours,” He sighed.

“I’m sorry?” She acted oblivious.

“You know what I’m talking about,”

“I really don’t--”

“Y/N, Olivia,” Barba cut her off.

“What about her?”

“The background check? The little phone call to Buchanan?” He asked angrily.

“Wha-- how are you going to be mad at me for being right about her?” She scoffed.

“YOU WEREN’T RIGHT,” He yelled while throwing his hands up in the air.

“Were you or were you not just in here ranting about how she just slept with you to get that evidence?” Olivia crossed her arms. 

“And she gave it back,” He held out the USB. 

“...Why would she do that?” Olivia was still lost.

“Because she cares about me, Olivia! But because of you, I’m pretty sure I’ll never get her trust back,” He yelled in frustration.

“No, no that can’t be right. She must have an angle,” Olivia persisted.

“Why, because the only one allowed to care about me is you?” Rafael asked coldly. 

“That is--” Olivia shook her head, not believing he had just gone there.

“Look, Liv I haven’t wanted to have this conversation because your friendship is so important to me,” He softened his voice. “But...that’s it. Our friendship,”

“Wow, Rafa. Wow I cannot believe you just come in here and start yelling at me, and start lecturing me on what our relationship is. Are you really that full of yourself?!” She was pissed now.

“Liv, we both know that’s why--”

“I was looking after you as a FRIEND, jackass,” She scoffed. “And anyway, why do you care so much all of a sudden? A week ago she was the devil to you! Now you’re in love with her?”

“I’m not---I don’t---” Rafael tried to find the words. “I could have, Liv. I really could have,”

“....I really am sorry, Rafael,” Olivia went and put her hand over his, and he let her. He looked up at her with soft eyes, finally letting a small smile form.

“I know you are,” He pulled her close and kissed her forehead. 

Maybe it wasn’t meant to be, maybe he should just quit fighting it. Maybe he could be happy with Olivia, he was never going to get you back now anyway.

Was he?

------

*A Month Later*

You were working late again, it seemed like lately all you did was work. You practically slept in your office these days. A few of your co-workers passed by laughing and chatting.

“Hey, Y/L/N, what are you doing? It’s a holiday!”

“Halloween hardly qualifies as a holiday Spencer,” You rolled your eyes. “It’s just an excuse for kids to load up on candy and adults to load up on booze,” 

“Exactly!” Kyra, the young intern, chimed in. Of course the guys were trying to get her to go ‘party’ with them. 

“Aw come on, we’re gonna go crash the NYPD’s Halloween Bash,” Your third co-worker Greg added.

“.....Really?” You asked with a sly smile, the wheels in your head were turning. 

“Oh yeah, their chief always gets the good booze,” Spencer laughed. “You’re gonna need a costume though,” 

“Oh I’ve got just the costume…” You smirked while logged off your laptop and grabbed your briefcase,

You’d show the whole NYPD just who was the fairest of them all….

[ohana]

When you looked me in the eyes, you finally made me recognize (Cobra Kai Secret Santa)

I'm probably ten thousand hours early because I'm on the wrong continent but still.

Here is my entry for the Cobra Kai Secret Santa hosted by @cobrakaisecretsanta​ (thank you thank you thank you) for @trashmouth-writes

The request from trashmouth-writes was "Definitely anything with pouty johnny with super lovey dovey Daniel" And it seemed nice to write something Christmas and a bit silly. I hope you like it (if you don't like it, please lie to me)

Summary

 "Anyway, yes the advent calendar. I think it's a scam or a trap. Someone is trying to fuck with me."

"Giving you gifts?" When LaRusso's voice rises an octave he seems to be still sixteen.

"Johnny, have you ever thought that maybe someone is simply giving you gifts? Like to make you happy?"

In which Johnny starts to receive an advent calendar from a mysterious admirer.

Lawrusso, of course.

On AO3 too, here.

When you looked me in the eyes, you finally made me recognize

He remembers his first Christmas with Ali. The party, the people, Ali's red dress that she hated but her grandmother wanted her wear (she was beautiful and he hadn't even told her). His mother's laugh and how she kissed his cheek and said that they were such a beautiful couple. Sid saying "You are doing good, kid", maybe for the first time of their life together as family, and "Merry Christmas."

He doesn't remember Robby's first Christmas. He wasn't there. Shannon has sent him a Christmas card, a photo of her and Robby smiling together with some silly hats and "prick" scribbled over the big tree.

He wonders if Robby remembers the Christmas when he was there or it was too late.

He never thinks about the Christmas after the All Valley Tournament. He dreams about it sometimes. Kreese's hands on his neck, LaRusso's face disfigured with pain after Johnny hit him in the leg, the trophy, Bobby's phone calls that he kept not answering and all the "Johnny, open the door" of his mother, the Christmas eve at the beach alone.

It's not that he hates Christmas. He just doesn't care about it.

He doesn't buy chocolate. Damn most of the time he even forgets to buy real food, let alone chocolate (less often than in the past, to be honest. Maybe because Robby sleeps at his house a couple of nights a week, maybe because he's getting old and he can't live only drinking beers, maybe because LaRusso sends him stupid text from the supermarket reminding him to buy green stuff as if they were in a comedy from the 1950s). Anyway. He doesn't buy chocolate that is the main reason why now he's been sitting in his office at Cobra Kai in front of a bag of chocolates for half an hour without knowing what to do. He lifts them up, studies them a bit as if he suddenly could tell if they are poisoned. He googles them too, because now he's the kind of nerd who uses the internet. He writes "scams chocolates" but finds nothing.

He hears a key in the lock and footsteps.

"Diaz!"

Miguel overlooks at the door. His footsteps are still uncertain every now and then but in the last year he has made so much progress that if Johnny celebrated his thanksgiving day his first thank you would be for that kid.

"Yes, Sensei?"

Johnny points to the chocolates.

"Are these yours?"

Diaz looks puzzled. "Er ... no?"

"No, are you sure?" He says. Like a good teacher, like someone ready to listen to his students and not yell at them. "You can tell me."

Diaz looks even more puzzled. "Still no, sorry." He thinks for a second "Why should I have put some chocolates in your office?"

"What the fuck do I know? Why should I put them here?"

"Because it's your office?"

Johnny shrugs. "They're not mine."

Miguel walks over to him and checks the desk as if he were a fucking detective. "Was there nothing attached? No note? A receipt? Nothing?"

"Of course there was nothing attached, Mr. Diaz! I would have noticed it!" he says waving the bag that in that exact moment drops a small piece of paper. They both watch it as it gently flutters across the desk and if someone walks in at that moment and sees them he will immediately think they are father and son. Which is the truth even if it isn't.

"It's a one!" Miguel screams as if he has solved the mystery.

"I know dummy, I can read. Why is there a piece of paper with a one written on it?"

"Oh." He says, sadly "I don't know."

They stare at the chocolates and the paper for a few seconds.

Miguel takes the bag in his hand. "They look good, fancy. Not something you'll find at the store, mh?"

"How long is it until the next lesson, Diaz?" He asks him.

"At least half an hour."

"Do you want a chocolate?"

The next day in front of Cobra Kai's door there is a bottle of rum with a bow, a number two written on a card and a pretentious brochure explaining how to pair chocolate with rum. He looks around and when he doesn't see anyone that could reclaim it he takes it in his office and then at home. He doesn't have any chocolate left because the self restrain is not his best attribute but the rum tastes quite good anyway. He is freezing and it makes him feel warm.

He talks about it with LaRusso the next saturday. Until that day he received an Anthrax t-shirt and a pack of artisanal mini pizzas.

"Are you sure they're for you? Maybe someone got the wrong address and you're stealing some Christmas presents!" LaRusso suddenly comes alive and starts hopping like he always does when he's excited about something (it's not that he really hops, he just moves faster. Not that Johnny pays any attention to it. Because he doesn't.) "Maybe you're the Grinch of a family that lives near Cobra kai! "

"LaRusso the chocolates were inside my office, a bit too much for a wrong address don't you think?" and then "Who the fuck is the Grinch?"

From LaRusso's scandalized expression, this is not the right thing to say. What a surprise.

"Okay, no wrong addresses. Did you ask Robby? Maybe he ordered them on amazon?"

"Hey we don't do these things in our house, that dark web shit."

"What?!"

"Anyway, why are we here?" They are walking through home improvement stores. Near them only mothers with children, families, people who laugh and joke and talk and Johnny hates them all.

"You know why we are here. We are here because, as I wrote you, I have to buy a Christmas tree." (and I didn't want to go alone, he is about to say. But he doesn't say that. And I wanted to go with you, he thinks. But he doesn't say that either.)

"And you didn't go with Amanda ... why?"

"Because you don't go with your ex-wife to buy a Christmas tree for your new bachelor flat. We're not that civilized."

"I don't understand why you need a Christmas tree anyway." Daniel shows him a tree topper full of ribbons and ruffles and things that shouldn't be in any straight person's apartment. Or in general. "Put that thing down or am I going to have to kick you."

"Mh, and who knows how it would end ..." but he is smiling and there is a tone of complicity in his voice. "I don't want Sam and Anthony to come to my house for the holidays and see a bachelor loft, I want them to see a tree and some presents and decorations. They're already going through divorce and everything, I want at least my home to be normal, cozy." Then a sigh. "Besides, I like Christmas."

"Why? Christmas is just people who don't like each other together and presents that you'll not like."

Daniel bursts out laughing and throws a punch at him. Johnny tries to see nothing in that gesture, in that intimacy. "Oh my god, you really are the fucking Grinch, Johnny Lawrence. I just don't know. I just like it. Maybe because I'm a father and when they were little Christmas was the most magical time of the year for the kids. I don't know...I like waiting for presents, I like lights, I like people, I like the warmth."

"Pffff. If you say so."

"How about this?" LaRusso indicates a tree, not too big, not too naked(Johnny is convinced that in reality in LaRusso hates all the minimalist things he buys, all the apartments with dove gray walls and gray furniture and just pretend because  c'mon, just think about how he dressed as a kid there is nothing beige in that man).

"Looks ok." He thinks about it for a moment. "Now do you also want me to help you find some mistletoe to hang around the house or are we finally ready to go?"

"Considering that the only person who walks through the door of my house, apart from my children, is you, should I take that as a suggestion?"

And Johnny nearly risks a head-on against a Christmas tree.

LaRusso is still laughing as they walk out of the shop with bags full of Christmas baubles.

(It wasn't a suggestion, of course. Why would he suggest something like that? They don't have that kind of relationship. There would be no reason to kiss under the mistletoe. Or kissing in general. Obviously. Fuck it. He doesn't think about anything else all night. Fuck it.)

In the end it's Hawk that explains everything.

Miguel and the other students are outside Cobra Kai sharing a couple of beers that Johnny is pretty sure they shouldn't drink but since he found them at the door fuck it. They are triple malt, from a microbrewery and the cap does not even unscrew but they don't really suck.

Hawk lifts one of the bottles, looks at the number on it and then as if it were the most natural thing in the world he asks. "Sensei, did you buy yourself a craft beer advent calendar?"

"Huh?" Says Johnny.

"An advent calendar."

"Huh?" Miguel asks.

"How is it possible that the boy with the Jewish grandparents has to explain to you what an advent calendar is?" And since they don't seem to understand, he continues. "On this bottle there is the number seven, today is December 7th. Were there another six bottles of beer?"

"No." Miguel replies sadly.

"No?"

"But there were six other gifts, each with a number attached to it." Johnny corrects him.

"One a day!" Adds Miguel.

"So it's an advent calendar. One surprise a day until Christmas."

Oh.

"Except if he didn't buy it himself, some chick must have bought it for him. Not bad for an old man, Sensei!"

The kids start speculating about who might have given it to him and looking at all possible advent calendars on their smartphones.

Johnny walks away as a high-pitched voice speaks of "Merry cheesemas". When he gets home he throws the remaining beers in the garbage and turns off the television when the usual Christmas movie appears.

"I think it's a trap" He says to LaRusso the next monday.

"What?" LaRusso looks lost. He is wearing a big scarf but his nose is still a bit red and he looks, Johnny would rather die than say it out loud, cute.

"The gifts with the numbers on it."

"The Advent Calendar?"

Why everyone knows what an advent calendar is?

Johnny nods.

"Is the advent calendar a trap?"

Now Johnny seems like an idiot. Which is not. Definitely.

"These ones?"

LaRusso shakes his head as Johnny points to some plant shears. He hands him an even bigger pair.

"These are more suitable for outdoor bonsai. They won't rust if you don't dry them well after disinfecting them. They are slightly more expensive but last a lifetime." His eyes sparkle when he talks about his stupid plants. Johnny hates him a little.

"A little more expensive?" He looks at the price tag. "I could buy him a real tree with the price, not these miniature trees that you short people like."

LaRusso snorts "But Robby doesn't want a tree for Christmas." He stops for a second lost in his thoughts "If they're too expensive I can contribute, I'd love to." And even if it costs him to admit it, Johnny knows that he is sincere in this. LaRusso is an asshole, a hothead, he believes himself better than others and he can never shut up but he is generous, he really likes to do things for others. Johnny hates him a little.

"Give them to me." He takes the scissors and puts them in the basket. "Anyway, yes the advent calendar. I think it's a scam or a trap. Someone is trying to fuck with me."

"Giving you gifts?" When LaRusso's voice rises an octave he seems to be still sixteen. "Why?"

"What the fuck do I know? Why do people do things? Maybe it's one of your mortal enemies who wants to screw me. Maybe it's Terry Silver."

"We're not talking about Terry Silver." It is true. But they talked about him. One evening in that confused space of time when everything was going to hell, in which while Johnny's life, the Cobra Kai and LaRusso's marriage were falling apart, they found a way of their own to communicate. They found their own dimension.

"Maybe someone you pissed off." He replies.

"Someone that I pissed off? And why would someone I pissed off try to screw you? By giving you gifts by the way? Besides, I think you piss off enough people on your own."

"Pfff. In any case, I threw everything in the garbage. Nobody can fool me like that."

They keep walking into the plant shop.

"Johnny, have you ever thought that maybe someone is simply giving you gifts? Like to make you happy?"

That night when he gets home he takes the panettone and the Zebra bootleg out of the garbage. They are both pretty good.

On Thursday in the advent calendar, he gave up and decided to call it that, he found a small radio. It's the miniature version, with a USB port (Miguel tells him), of the Ali's one that he broke on the beach. Even the songs included are the same ones he listened to at that time. That evening when a Christmas movie is being shown on television, he waits ten minutes before changing the channel.

"I think it's Ali." He tells LaRusso when they meet up the next day for a couple of beers and some Chinese food (for Johnny, LaRusso insists on eating that awful raw fish that costs more than cooked fish and tastes like sea).

"What?"

"I think Ali made the advent calendar for me." and then because LaRusso doesn't seem to understand he tells him about the Zebra bootleg, about how most of the surprises seem to come from someone who knows him well and obviously about the radio like the one Ali had.

LaRusso doesn't seem so sure. He stretches on the sofa, where they sat to watch The Grinch because according to Daniel it was not acceptable that Johnny had never seen him, and ventures "Johnny are you talking to Ali lately?"

"Not a word for thirty-something years."

"Then why should she send you an advent calendar? She doesn't even live in the same city as us."

Johnny sighs like he's dealing with an idiot. Which is fair. "Women can never forget someone like me."

"She left you! She hated you!" and then with his annoying voice "Oh don't get distracted this scene is particularly funny!" (it isn't)

Johnny ignores him. "She probably wanted to apologize to me in some way with that radio."

"But it was you who broke it!" and then in a low voice convinced that Johnny can't hear him "My God this guy is really an asshole."

"Hey, there's nothing wrong with being a little jealous. The fact that she didn't send you an advent calendar doesn't mean Ali didn't care about you, she just can't forget me. Try this guy once..."

Daniel throws candy canes in his face.

"Hey ... do you want to stay over?" LaRusso asks him when the film ends. "It's quite late and I don't know how much you've been drinking."

It's not particularly late and Johnny hasn't drunk more than on a normal day of the week. LaRusso's sofa bed isn't even particularly comfortable, even though the sheets always smell good and the pancakes he makes don't really suck (and he's even stopped insisting that Johnny try some kind of tea that tastes like pureed grass). There are Christmas on the front door, which he hates. He really has no reason to stay.

Johnny fakes a yawn. He stays.

The next morning he writes a message to Ali to thank her for the advent calendar on facebook.

He writes to LaRusso "To be honest the Grinch never hated the Christmas, he hated the people, which is fair."

Ali replies "Johnny, what are you talking about? Why should I give you a gift?"

LaRusso replies "You are such an ass. Do you want to help me decorate the tree tonight? "

"Of course I don't want it. Why? Are you too short to put the baubles on it?" He texts back.

"I have beers and we can try the new pizzeria around the corner."

He replies ""Okay but if you're going to put on that ridiculous sweater with the deer and the lights again, I'll have to fight you to get it off."

"It's a reindeer not a deer, for God's sake. And you have a funny way to try to undress your dates, Lawrence."

It's a joke of course. A lame one. It's not that he really wants to see LaRusso naked. Or that LaRusso is his date. (fuck fuck fuck)

He helps LaRusso with the Christmas tree. He doesn't even hate too much.

He doesn't text back to Ali.

After three more days of surprises in the advent calendar, he confronts Carmen.

She listens to him without saying a word but then her doubtful expression melts into a smile. It's a smile that Carmen reserves only for him and in which Johnny initially saw a lot of potential. He saw going out, a lot of sex, even a little romance. Now that the months have passed, including those in which Carmen didn't even speak to him at all, he has learned to see what is really behind that smile, that sweetness: family. They will never be in love but they will always be a family in some way.

"Johnny, my love these days I don't even have time to breathe at work, let alone prepare an advent calendar for someone." And then "Have you ever thought that there is someone else besides us who wants to make you happy?"

Johnny grumbles, replies by making silly allusions to some girl he's met and stuff like that. In front of Carmen's door, he finds himself thinking for the first time in months about his mother, about the way she always took care of him.

Carmen continues talking. "I heard that Robby will probably spend Christmas with his mom. We won't be home celebrating... Do you have someone to spend Christmas with? Otherwise we can try to organize something, I'm sure Miggy would like it."

Johnny thinks of the billionth text that LaRusso sent him to remind him to pack the gift for Robby.

"I'm okay." He replies.

The next day he finds an Atari console with Popeye on it in the advent calendar and it's a trip down memory lane. He liked video games when he was a kid, when he wasn't the popular guy at school yet. He liked listening to music, playing video games and forgetting Sid's remarks, the absence of a father, the lack of friends. Before, in a world where there was no karate, Kreese and Cobra Kai to get lost in. He had almost forgotten about those years, about that Johnny. He wonders what would happen to his life if he stayed that Johnny. Would Ali have stayed? (Or even more than that: would Ali notice and date someone like that Johnny?) Would the friends of the Cobra Kai want him? Would he have been a failure as a father? Would he and Daniel become friends? (he imagines: making lesson with Mr. Miyagi, play video games together, teach him to surf and stay to chill on the beach, listening some music with only one walkman, close, with legs touching)

When on December 18th he finds a portable mini golf (like the ones you see in B-movies, in the offices of successful managers) he invites LaRusso to his apartment to play with it only because he is unable to play something without turning it into a competition , in a fight. Not because he likes to see him. Daniel goes all "Oh" and "Thanks" when he sees that Johnny has put in the fridge all he needs for a martini cocktail and opens his giant brown doe eyes and Johnny doesn't know whether to feel like a shitty person or a fifteen year old on a first date. The only thing he's sure of is that he doesn't know what to do with these feelings. If he could he would kick them, fight them back to their corner because he's not sure he knows how to ignore them now that they're out. He is so angry. With himself, with LaRusso, with that stupid advent calendar and with Christmas too.

He kicks LaRusso's butt at portable mini golf and when it starts getting late he yawns and says he'll have to get up early the next day for some commitments. He doesn't offer LaRusso another drink, he doesn't ask him if he's too tired to stay. He falls asleep on the couch alone.

He goes out two nights in a row. At the bar a woman flirts with him. She is a hot babe, the kind of woman who might not listen to what she says (and who wouldn't listen to what Johnny says) but whose boobs he would surely remember. The kind of woman to have a drink and have a fuck with without either of them looking for more. It would be so easy, he thinks.

Miguel asks "Are you not going out with Mr.LaRusso tonight?" as if he was used to doing it every Sunday, after Daniel saw his kids.

In the advent calendar he finds a small cobra (a fake one, not a real cobra because it would be scary and...deadly probably) with a headband. Seeing the band on the cobra's head doesn't make him think of Ali for the first time in thirty-five years.

Daniel texts him. "Are you all right? Have you become the Grinch?"

He doesn't reply.

On the phone, a delivery boy asks for confirmation of the address to deliver the shopping for Christmas dinner with Robby. Dinner he obviously wouldn't have ordered had it been for him.

Daniel texts him "Remember to take the food out of the fridge two hours before the dinner."

He doesn't reply.

Daniel texts him. "Asshole." (Is he? Probably. Maybe he should have texted him "coward" it suited him more.)

Strike first strike first strike first.

The thing is: Johnny isn't an idiot. Of course he is an idiot in some way, but it's not really the point. He knows with every fiber of his body that this is probably the closest thing he will get to a relationship. Even to be in love. The problem is that everything Johnny knows about love is what he lived in a two-year relationship with a girl, with which he didn't even get along very well, when he was sixteen. After that nothing, he got stuck.

And then he doesn't know what to do with these feelings, he doesn't know how to match his idea of love (that of a sixteen year old with too many hormones, always too angry and so lost) with this sense of intimacy, with this warmth. He doesn't know how to explain  to the sixteen year old Johnny who came home angry and wanted to kick LaRusso's butt who maybe, maybe they could be in love with that ridiculous man in the deer sweaters who drives them crazy, makes them question all the choices of their lives and reminds them to buy tree scissors for their son and looks at them with those giant doe eyes that make their knees tremble.

Not to mention the tiny detail that that love may very well not be reciprocated because LaRusso is an idiot.

It would be so easy to strike first. Buy that girl a drink in the pub, turn off the phone, have a good fuck. It would be so easy.

Robby says "Thanks dad, they are great" when he opens the scissors.  Robby chews his food and says "It tastes amazing, a lot better than when you try to cook!" And then smiles, like a kid, like a young man ready to conquer the world, to open up to the world and not as a boy with whom his parents have failed many times, who has months of juvie behind him and a lot of therapy sessions to deal with. Johnny looks at him and he's so happy and he feels so bad that he doesn't deserve it that he just wants to punch something. Or drink too many beers and fall into a coma.

"Are you okay, dad?" Robby asks.

It would be so easy.

"Have you ever thought that there is someone who wants to make you happy?"

Tomorrow is Christmas Eve.

("Asshole")

LaRusso is still in his pajamas pants when he opens the door. Since he and Amanda got divorced he has let his hair grow slightly and now they are all messed up on his head and he looks silly.

"I expected you were already dressed to go to work." Says to him.

LaRusso yawns and snorts. "I expected you to respond to my messages." but then adds with a note of concern in his voice "Are you okay? Did something happen with Robby?"

Johnny waves in front of him the replica of the All Valley tournament trophy, still partially wrapped, with the number 24 sticking out among the paper.

He reads aloud "World's second best sensei. You are such an arrogant prick."

LaRusso stares at him with a smug look and says "Well it takes one to know one." and  "I was referring to Mr. Miyagi, dumbass."

And now he's an asshole.

LaRusso bursts out laughing and Johnny seriously wants to beat him.

"" You ... You are impossible! You are so annoying and you do things like this and I can't stand you! ".

Daniel raises an eye brown. "It looks like you can, instead."

"And you can never shut up, you are unbearable! You get under my skin like some fungus! Nobody makes me feel like that."

Because it is true. He's not sure if he likes it but no one will ever make him feel that way. Nobody before, nobody after. In Johnny's life there will always be a before and after Daniel LaRusso. Not that he'll ever tell that prick who already thinks he's better than everyone else and definitely doesn't need someone to pump his ego even more.

"Hey, hasn't anyone ever taught you just to say thank you when someone gives you a gift?"

"No one has ever taught me a lot of things." And he thinks of Kreese.

LaRusso takes a step in his direction by invading his space and takes his hands (which are still holding the trophy so in reality the scene is more awkward than romantic).

"Yet you have learned so much anyway." He smiles at him, with a smile different from the one of the commercials, more open, more sincere. "And you're teaching a lot of right things to your students too. Under all that No Mercy bullshit you're teaching them a lot. It wasn't a joke, the trophy. I mean it."

Johnny thinks she could almost kiss him. Then he remembers one thing.

"How did you know about the Atari console? I didn't even know you when I was playing video games."

Daniel lights up, like a magician ready to reveal a trick to his audience. "That? Robby told me. Apparently you told him once when you were drunk and sad. He also told me which bootleg you were missing and helped me get some packages. I could have asked Miguel probably but Sam says he can't keep a secret to save his life and I didn't want to risk him revealing my identity. Of course I couldn't think you thought of Ali first than me. He laughs, his eyes shine. "Anyway I could have asked a lot of people. You may not know but there are a lot of people who care about you and would like to make you happy. When you are not busy being an asshole or pushing others away because you are scared it's very easy to care for you, Johnny Lawrence. "

"Have you ever thought that there is someone who wants to make you happy?"

Johnny pins him against the front door and kisses him and for a moment LaRusso freezes and doesn't reciprocate and Johnny thinks he shall punch him because there is no possibility that he has misread this situation. Then Daniel melts into the kiss and kisses him back and it's the opposite of what he imagined when he was sixteen. It's not a battle, it's meeting halfway. It's not a fight, it's peace, it's like coming home and finding a new home at the same time.

Daniel starts laughing in the kiss and Johnny is forced to pull back slightly before he can suffocate and die which wouldn't be a very bright way to start this phase of his life.

"What now?"

LaRusso smiles as if he has discovered some secret and murmurs on his neck "You didn't need the mistletoe at the end."

Johnny sighs because he is an idiot and then kisses him again. He feels giddy, happy.

Daniel budges away from him, without breaking the embrace.

"You know, under these pajamas pants I have some Christmas boxers with a reindeer." He raises an eyebrow "I'm telling you because maybe, maybe you still want to fight me to make me take them off like you did with the sweater."

"Has this atrocious line ever worked with anyone?"

"I don't know, is it working?"

Johnny opens the door "Let's go inside."

[dangerouscommiesubversive]

A senpai Rider/s interacting with their kouhai Rider/s, M (Battlefield by SVRCINA)?

M is for music, and “Battlefield,” by SVRCINA, can be found on Spotify and YouTube.

Restaurant Agito, a neighborhood institution for over a decade--

No. Not eye-catching enough.

Once nothing more than a well-loved neighborhood institution, Restaurant Agito has been launched to new heights with the receipt of their first Michelin star--

No, not complimentary enough, it’s a nice restaurant.

Restaurant Agito_

Transcript first. The introduction will come to me once I’m looking at the whole thing.

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Notes to myself: Tsugami Shouichi--friendly, big smile. Intense eye contact, felt like I was staring at the sun. Wears a lapel pin with the restaurant’s little alpha-omega logo, it’s cute. Maybe not the most handsome guy but wow what a smile, hopefully he’s making some girl very happy. Or guy, who knows, it’s 2015. Insisted on bringing out a tasting plate of some of the restaurant’s most popular dishes to snack on while we talked. We sat in the restaurant, mid-afternoon, not a lot of customers. Sous chef was handling things in the kitchen.

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Kido Shinji: I hope you don’t mind if I, uh, if I record?

Tsugami Shouichi: Oh, no, not at all! I wouldn’t expect you to just remember everything, right? I mean I guess you could write it down but that seems like it’d be difficult.

KS: It’s definitely not easy, that’s for sure.

*laughter*

KS: So, uh, if you don’t mind, let’s start with the basics, just so I can have them on record. I’m Kido Shinji--

TS: It’s great to meet you!

KS: Um, likewise, thanks.

Note: strong handshake, damn, I think my hand actually aches still

TS: And I’m Tsugami Shouichi.

KS: Right, wonderful--it’s spelled like--

TS: Yeah, that looks right. Although I’m not exactly the best person to ask, my spelling’s terrible.

KS: Mine too, honestly, I don’t know where I’d be without spell-check.

*more laughter*

KS: So you’re the proprietor of Restaurant Agito, correct?

TS: That’s me! Owner, head chef, uh, I actually grow most of the vegetables myself, I do a lot of stuff here.

KS: Oh wow, you have a vegetable garden?

TS: Up on the roof! I can show you after we’re done talking if you like.

KS: That’d be great, I’d love to take a few photos if you don’t mind.

TS: Oh sure! Oh, ask anyone who knows me, I love showing off my garden, it’s my pride and joy. I mean, apart from the restaurant. I had a garden before I had a restaurant, I’ve been doing that longer. Although I guess you’re not here to talk about gardening really--

KS: No no, it’s fine, I like hearing about this sort of thing, it’s, um, human interest. Everyone’s into eating local these days, right?

TS: Right!

KS: So, uh. You’ve got a Michelin-starred restaurant at--you’re 35, right? I think you mentioned that on the phone.

TS: Yeah, 35, that’s right.

KS: That’s pretty impressive, that kind of success at 35.

TS: I mean I don’t know that it’s that impressive, I’ve just, I’ve worked really hard, yeah? I don’t like to brag.

KS: No, of course not, that’s what I’m here for. I’m going to brag for you.

TS: Well, when you put it like that--here, try some of this, this is the squash quiche, it’s one of my specialties.

KS: I bet it’s from squash you grow yourself?

TS: Of course!

KS: I’m almost expecting you to say you keep the chickens too.

TS: Oh, no, uh, birds make me nervous, I went to a farm once and a rooster sort of landed on my shoulder and crowed in my ear the whole time, it was bad. Seriously, though, try a bite, please.

Note: fucking spectacular quiche, holy shit

*chewing noises*

KS: Oh wow. That is. Amazing. That might be one of the best things I’ve ever eaten.

TS: You’re making me blush.

KS: No, really, this is really really good. I could just keep eating only I don’t want to keep you, so we should--we should get back to the interview. So you’ve got a Michelin-starred restaurant at 35. When did you open it?

TS: Um, when I was 21, 22 maybe? Right out of culinary school. Well, not right out, there was a, uh, a gap, I wasn’t doing much of anything for a while.

KS: Illness?

TS: Sort of. I mean, you’re probably not going to believe this, but I had amnesia?

KS: Oh my god.

TS: Yeah, I was in a boating accident--you remember the Akatsuki-gou?

KS: Do I remember--that was the biggest news story going when I was fresh out of college, of course I remember that. You were on the Akatsuki-gou?

TS: Yeah, I was on there, and there was the, the incident, and I was pretty badly injured and lost my memory for a while. But once I got better I opened the restaurant.

KS: Wow, I’m even more impressed now.

Note: pull up some of the news stories about the Akatsuki-gou. Add some extra interest there, that’s a lot. There was some hero cop who saved everyone on there, maybe I could look him up for another article, do a retrospective.

KS: Um, what made you want to open a restaurant? After all that happened?

TS: I mean, I guess it was to honor my sister? She was the one who put me through culinary school, and she, uh, she died. Not long before the accident.

KS: Oh my god, I’m so sorry to hear that. Was she unwell?

TS: Not really? I mean. Uh. She killed herself. I’d rather not talk about it.

KS: Of, of course not, I’m so sorry. That’ll, I’ll leave that out of the article, of course.

TS: Thanks, I’d appreciate that. Anyway, uh, I mean, she died, and then I was in this accident, and kind of a lot of stuff happened, but when I’d gotten my memory back I ran into an old professor of mine from culinary school and I had money from, um, my inheritance? He’d tried running the restaurant but decided he wanted to go back to teaching, and I had the money to buy it from him. So I bought it, and, um, redecorated it and gave it the new name and everything and there you go. Restaurant Agito.

KS: That’s amazing.

TS: Thanks!

KS: Actually I’ve been meaning to ask about the name, what does Agito mean? Is it, um, is it a family name, or something personal, or--I feel like I’ve heard the word before.

TS: Oh. Oh, uh. Have you? *nervous laughter, not sure why* It’s sort of, it’s just sort of...it’s got. A personal meaning--are you all right?

KS: I’m fine, I’m fine, sorry, just--just a headache. Anyway, Agito. I remember that word, there was something years ago...did it have to do with...mirrors? I feel like I remember mirrors...

TS: Mirrors? No, nothing like that--are you sure you’re ok?

KS: I’m fine. Sorry. A personal meaning?

TS: Well, it’d be really hard to explain. It was...it’s from something a couple of friends and I did together, we had sort of a club.

Note: I think he’s hiding something here. He looked really nervous, and I’m not sure why. Need to look into that word. Agito. I’m sure I’ve heard it before.

KS: Really? A club? What did you guys do?

TS: Oh it’s--it’s complicated.

KS: I--I’m sorry, who’s that who just came in?

TS: Oh, that’s Tezuka, he’s a regular, he runs sort of a fortune-telling business near here. Nice guy. Why?

KS: I...feel like I recognize him.

TS: Well, he does get everywhere, sometimes he just sets up on the street in the weirdest places to tell fortunes. Maybe you’ve seen him before.

KS: I’m sure that’s it, yeah. So, uh, it’s always just been you? No, no business partners or co-owners or anything?

TS: Yeah, just me. Well, and Mana, she’s an old friend, she helped me out a lot when I was having those memory problems? She works here now, you met her when you came in. And there’s another old friend, Ryou, he was in that club I mentioned, he does deliveries for us sometimes when he’s in the area. But he travels a lot.

KS: He does--what? I’m sorry, could you repeat that last part? I’ve got this...ringing...in my ears, I missed the last bit.

TS: Oh, just. My friend Ryou delivers for us occasionally. He’s a great guy. *rustling* You know what, I’m going to get you a glass of water.

KS: That’s really not necess--actually, you know what, I’d appreciate a glass of water, thank you.

TS: No problem! Um, Mana, could you--

*woman’s voice in background, not loud enough to be understandable*

TS: Thanks, Mana! Look, Mr. Kido--

KS: You...you can call me Shinji, that’s fine.

TS: Ok, Shinji, are you sure you’re all right? You’re not, uh...feeling things?

KS: Feeling things? What do you mean?

Note: What a strange way of putting it. Am I feeling things. There’s definitely something going on with that guy.

TS: Oh, you know, uh, other people’s thoughts. Or like...moving stuff with your mind?

KS: No, why would I--I’m not sure what you mean, I--

*startled noise*

TS: Oh, oh, what’s wrong?

KS: I--nothing. There’s a, a mirror over there, I just saw my reflection, it startled me.

TS: It, uh, it was definitely your regular face you saw, right?

KS: No, I, uh, I’m just, not a big fan of mirrors.

TS: Oh! Then that’s, that’s all right.

*clinking glass*

KS: Thank you.

TS: Thanks so much, Mana! Anyway, uh, never mind that, forget I said any of that. But...also, if you keep getting headaches--actually, just. You should come by here to eat whenever you like, I think. If you need to talk about stuff.

KS: Um. Thanks? I’m sorry, I’ve got aspirin in my jacket, I just need this ringing to stop--you’re sure Agito doesn’t have anything to do with mirrors?

TS: Definitely sure.

*sound of someone drinking water*

Note: not sure what got into me here. My reflection startled me really badly, I guess. I don’t think “Agito” actually has anything to do with mirrors, but when I think back 14 years or so I just think, “mirrors,” not sure why, and with all that talk about the Akatsuki-gou it brought that up.

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I should cover that mirror on the wall over there. It keeps reflecting the light from the window into my eyes.

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KS: So, uh. On to the menu! We’ve got this amazing tasting plate, I’d love to write a bit about the food you make here.

TS: Right, yeah! So you had some of the quiche, and then this here is a vegetarian lasagna that I’ve really perfected over the past few years--

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Head hurts again. It’s probably the glare. Definitely need to cover that mirror. Wish that ringing sound would stop.

Tsugami seems like a nice guy. Wonder what he and his friends were up to that he’s so afraid to talk about.

Restaurant Agito is a well-loved neighborhood institution, entirely free of the world within the mirrors--

The world within the mirrors? What the hell?

Restaurant Agito_

Why won’t my ears stop ringing?

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[buckyscrystalqueen]

A Christmas Gift: Part 1

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 5,050

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“What about him?” Steve asked as he and his friends stood outside an empty U-Haul in New Jersey, waiting to find the perfect person for their next YouTube video. Tony shook his head as he scanned the lot full of early Christmas shoppers, locating a woman a few spots down and a row over that was looking between three or four different pieces of paper and a cell phone that had a kids pink unicorn sticker upside down and sideways on the back in a rust covered car.

“Them?” Sam asked as he gestured to a couple coming down the row they were in, but Tony shook his head as he glanced at an older model car seat in the back.

“Her.” He said simply as he gestured to you as you wiped tears off your face and ran your fingers through your hair to hold your slowly shaking head. “I know that look. I know that desperation… She’s the one.”

“I’ll go talk to her.” Bucky said as he put out his cigarette and took one of Tony’s YouTube channel cards from his ‘boss’.

“I’m coming, too.” Tony said as he pushed off the side of the truck and headed over with Bucky, who was usually responsible for the main camera work since he wasn’t a fan of being in front of it. You startled and looked over at the two men when they knocked before cranking down your window with a shake of your head. 

“I’m sorry, I’m not leaving yet…”

“No, we’re looking to help you.” Bucky said gently as he leaned on the hood of your car to see you while Tony crouched down beside the window.

“Who you shopping for, sweetheart?” He asked softly.

“My daughter.” You sighed as you shook your head and glanced at her wish list. “Lord, my little girl, and her big hopes and dreams.” You looked back over at him and shook your head as you showed them the list. “She’s trying to bankrupt me asking for a pony, and an iPad, and cell phone, and some fancy expensive doll… And she’s only four, so I’m in for a world of hurt from here.”

“Just her?” Tony clarified, which made you startle the slightest bit.

“Just… her. I’m sorry, what did you say your name was?”

“Tony.” He laughed as he took the business card from Bucky and handed it to you. “Tony Stark. I’m a YouTuber. My camera guy, Bucky.”

“OK…”

“We’re shooting a video today, and we want to make someone’s Christmas a little more special, and you are that person.”

“Wait… what?!”

“But here’s the problem. Target never lets us film in their store long without kicking us out, and… well I rented this U Haul and while we could shop in Wal Mart, I don’t think it’s gunna fill that truck, and that’s what I need to do. So I think we’re gunna have to take it into the city.”

“Oh, no.” You said with a shake of your head. “No, I can’t let you do that. I can get a few things…”

“And I feel the need to be Santa Claus today.” He interrupted. “Please? I can’t promise a pony, but I can promise to make this Christmas a special one for your daughter. So, as long as you don’t mind, Bucky’s going to ride with you so your parking in the city, and your gas there and back is paid for, and he can get some back ground information so we know where we’re going once we’re there.”

“And so we know you actually go to the city so we’re not just standing around waiting.” Bucky laughed. You sighed and shook your head as you set the list down on your lap.

“You really don’t have to do this.”

“We know.” You looked between the two of them and over at the U Haul with a shake of your head.

“I’m not gunna end up a statistic on the five o’clock news, right?”

“No, we promise.” Bucky said. “I keep telling him we need to approach these videos a little different, but no one listens to the camera man.” You smiled and nodded your head as you started to clear off your passenger seat.

“OK, fine. But I will put up a fight. And I have to make a stop first if I’m leaving Jersey. I have to pick up a few things for my side job and that store will close before we get back.”

“Alright, we’ll follow you.” Tony said as he stood up and gestured for his friend to get in. “Don’t go kidnapping my camera man, you hear?”

“Pretty sure I should be the one concerned with that.” You laughed as you moved your purse and papers off the seat beside you, and put your seatbelt on. “Just know, I have pepper spray.”

“Oh, I would so prefer if you keep that exactly where it is, and not spray it anywhere near me.“ Bucky requested as he got into your little five speed rust bucket and moved the seat back so his long legs would fit. “I’ve been sprayed with pepper spray by my ex, who is the solid definition of crazy, and it’s not pleasant. Wait for this SUV.” You nodded and slowed down on the other side of the white vehicle, while Bucky pulled an old, bent notebook out of his pocket. “OK first, your name?”

“(Y/N).” He nodded and wrote out your name, repeating it back to you in one long, monotone note that made you smile. 

“OK, and baby girl’s name and age.��

“Anna Lee. And she is four going on sixteen.”

“Anna Lee.” He said with a nod and a glance over at you. “I like that. Is it a family name?”

“No, it’s from a song, actually. Ever heard of The Band?”

“Which band?”

“No, the band is called, The Band. Here, listen.” He nodded and look ever at you as you grabbed a mix CD from the visor and put it in the player. You skipped to the track you were looking for as you pulled into the next shopping mall parking lot. “Please don’t steal my car, I’ll be right back.”

“Nope, I wanna see, too.” He said as he unbuckled and glanced over at the SUV that pulled in beside you. “What is this place?”

“It’s a crystal store.” You said as you grabbed your purse and a reusable shopping bag. “I make jewelry when Anna Lee goes to bed. Mala beads, necklaces, bracelets, rings, and earrings. I make candles, too. And usually I sell them here.”

“Namaste!” Your best friend, Wanda called out before glancing over her shoulder to see who it was. “Oooo girl! Who is this… why do you have a camera crew?”

“Wrong place, wrong time, apparently.” You sighed as you kissed Wanda’s cheek. “I’ll explain later. I need two things. One, I need to pick up my stuff, and two, I need you to relieve the baby sitter when you close because I’ll apparently be in the city until God only knows.”

“Wait, what is going on?” She asked as two of Tony’s guys flirted with Natasha, the woman that worked at the register.

“Some YouTube thing.” You said with a swipe of your hand. “Can you pick up Annie?”

“I can pick up Annie.” She said with a nod as she gestured for you to follow her to the back room. “Just don’t be gone all night, galavanting in the city. And you better check in every half hour so I don’t have to obsess over thoughts that you are dead on the side of the road or sold into sex slavery or something.”

“I highly doubt that these guys are going to sell me into sex slavery.” You huffed as you peeked into the large box with your name on it. “Please tell me you found the rhodochrosite beads.”

“Girl, who do you think I am?!” She laughed as she pulled open the top. “The list of holiday requests…”

“Oh, damn it.” You sighed as you glanced at the list of products she had sold in her store that she needed wire wrapped. “I’m never going to sleep again.”

“I’m sorry, hunny. I can still come over and help…”

“No, it’s fine.” You sighed as you put the beads in your hand back in the box and the list on top of it. “I’ll do it. I’ve done it every other year, I’ll do it again this year.”

“That’a girl.” She cheered as you picked up the box with a grunt.

“I’ll see you tonight. Bring the invoice and… fuck it, take her to McDonalds. Just leave the receipt on the table and I’ll pay you tonight, love.” She nodded and agreed as she held open the back door to help you. You said good bye to her and Natasha and smiled at one of Tony’s guys who was holding open the main door for you. Bucky grabbed the trunk for you and took the box from your hands, distracting you from the large bag one of the guys was carrying out of the store. You headed back around to the drivers side with a heavy sigh and sat back in your chair.

“OK, so let’s get back to Anna Lee. Just follow the SUV.” Bucky said as he got back in your car and pulled out his notebook again.

“OK, do you know how much I hate all of this?” You asked as you looked through your papers to pull Annie’s list out of your bank statements.

“OK, I’m guessing this is pony.”

“The first one? Yea, that’s pony.” You laughed as you glanced over at the list. “Then iPad and iPhone are next, then coloring books, and new crayons. Then what’s the next one?”

“Name? Nama? Maybe…”

“Nanea.” You laughed. “She’s the cute, Hawaiian, 1940’s, Junior Citizens Service Corps American Girl doll out of the catalog that my lovely mother signed me up for that I can’t seem to unsubscribe from since Annie has fallin’ in love with these hundred dollar dolls… I was going to try to pass the Target version off but I know that wouldn’t work.”

“So iPad and American girl.” Bucky said as he texted Steve the first two things. “What’s this last thing?”

“A man friend for mommy.” You sighed as you reached out and took the list from him. “Was on the list last year, and it’s what she’s wished for the last two birthdays. My little girl.” You sighed as you looked at the list at a red light. “I don’t deserve her.”

“She sounds like an angel.”

“She is.” You said as you carefully folded the list back up to put in her baby book with the year before’s. “Sweetest, most patient kid ever. She comes to work so I can keep my costs down, and she just sits with her toy of the day or a coloring book on the bus and plays quietly, or sits in the doorway of the room I’m cleaning and watches her show or a movie on my phone, or reads her books. For a four year old, she is an absolute gift from God.”

“What else does she like?”

“She loves to read, and practice her counting, numbers, and letters, and she’s pretty advanced for her age, which is nice. She loves Disney, and her massive collection of stuffed animals. She likes playing with the Legos my mom gave her from when I was a child, which is about as motherly as my mother can be toward her only grandchild because God forbid her daughter have a daughter out of wedlock… Do you smoke?” You looked over at him as he continued to write, but he nodded his head and leaned back to grab his cigarettes.

“Bad habit.” He said as he held out his back to you before you could open the one you secretly kept in your door.

“You’re telling me.” You agreed as you took his lighter from him and lit your cigarette. “I don’t smoke much other than one with my coffee, one after I drop my school bus off in the morning and in the afternoon, and one after I tuck Annie in. And every once in a blue moon when I’m running errands without her, I have one.”

“Yea, I wish I could live off five a day.” Bucky said as you both cranked open your windows a crack. “My friends are all idiots that stress me out and I don’t need that kinda stress in my life. Already got enough. So I smoke.”

“What’s your stress from? Bad girlfriend?”

“No girlfriend, but we’re not here to talk about me, we’re here to talk about you.” You huffed and stuck your tongue out at him. “What else does she like?” You sighed and shrugged.

“She colors a lot. Not a fan of being outside but that’s probably because I live in a bad neighborhood. She plays games on my phone. She likes Mommy’s crystals. I don’t know, she’s just a regular kid.”

“And what about you?” Bucky asked as he pulled out his phone and took pictures of his notes to pass along to Steve. 

“What about me?”

“What do you like to do?” You scoffed around your smoke and shook your head at him.

“I lost the ability to do anything for myself when I got pregnant.” You told him with a glance over at him. “Every dime I have goes to that little girl. She gets all the new clothes, all the new  toys, all the new games. She wants Frozen shaped Mac’n’Cheese or name brand Gushers, she’s gunna get it, and I’m going to survive with holes in my bra straps another day because they still work to pay for her to have her snack. I work three jobs for her, from way before sun up to way after sun down and live in the smallest apartment known to man kind because the rent was cheap. She is my world. 

So my interest right now include mermaids, and fairies, and unicorns. And my days off are spent in a kiddy pool on my pathetic excuse for a patio playing mermaids, or playing tea party and dress up, or watching Doc McStuffins for the hundredth time because Annie wants to be a doctor right now. Either that or a mermaid or a crystal witch hippie like me. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. Because she is my little girl.” Bucky studied the side of your face as you took the last drag of your cigarette and tossed the butt out the window. “Stop looking at me like that.”

“What about her father? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“Prison. Found out I was pregnant, and he went into a bank, pretended to rob it, and shot a man that worked there just so he didn’t have to pay child support. Jokes on him.” You said with a smirk as you looked over at him. “He still has to pay in federal lock up. Unless he pulls whatever kind of stunt he’s pulling now so that he’s in solitary and not working to make sure his support doesn’t go through to try and ruin Christmas and her birthday like he has since she was born. Asshole.”

“God, you just have your work cut out for you, don’t you?” You nodded your head and glanced down as your mix CD started over, reminding you about your daughter. 

“This is how I came up with Anna Lee.” You said as you found the track again and turned it up so he wouldn’t ask anymore questions about you on the drive. As he listened, Bucky pulled out his phone to text Tony directly to let him know that he had picked the right person for his Christmas video give away. He relayed everything you had told him, picking out even more details about your daughter than you had given originally, and about your lifestyle. Because the video wasn’t just about making Christmas for a kid, it was about making Christmas special for an entire family. 

“I’m from Nazareth.” You said at the end of the song as you slowed to pay the toll. You glanced over at him as Bucky handed you a twenty, and continued. “Pennsylvania. My parents still live there. I get my love of 60’s music from my dad. The Band was one of his favorites. I knew when I was a child that if I had a little girl, she’d be named Anna Lee because of that line of someone staying to keep Anna Lee company. Just didn’t know as a kid what that meant, but I still fell in love with the name all the same.”

“It’s a beautiful name.” Bucky said as he took his change back from you. “Not one you hear every day.”

“I like that about it, too.”

“Just stay behind the SUV. You don’t have to wait for the U Haul.” You nodded and changed gears to speed up to keep up with the other driver. Driving through the busy streets always made you a little nervous, and the Christmas crowd made that even worse, but thankfully, you didn’t have far to go before you were parking in an above ground lot behind the SUV and next to an empty double spot the U Haul was able to fit in.

“We’ve had these spots reserved for a week.” Your passenger said to you before you even asked the question. “So, we need you to have Anna Lee’s list in hand.” You nodded your head and pulled out the list that would go in a baby box in your closet for her after today. You got out after him and locked the doors, while the little group collected behind the U Haul to introduce themselves and go over the game plan they had been making.

“So this is how it’s going to play out.” Tony said as he showed you a walking map on his phone with pins in places you were going to go. “We’re going to go in a giant circle. But most of us are not going to come back after each trip. We have fold up carts that we’ll put the bags in, and then Clint, and Bruce will run it all back to the U Haul where Scott will be hanging out, keeping an eye on it, since we’re going to be spending a lot of money and people are extra sticky fingered around the holidays.”

“OK.” You said as you glanced over at Bucky as he held out a mic pack for you.

“Needs to clip to your collar on the inside or on your jacket if you don’t plan on taking it off, line goes under your shirt, and the battery fits in your back pocket or it can clip to the back of your jeans.” You nodded your head and turned around to feed the mic up your shirt to your collar as Tony continued.

“Now, I usually do this ‘anonymously’ by supposedly grabbing people off the street, but I have to have people consent to being filmed on film for legal reasons before I can even begin, and I need them to be mic-ed up for that. Which is what we’re doing here. But once that’s done, what we’re gunna have you do is walk about half way down the block while I do my intro. And Bruce will give you the signal to walk toward me. When you pass me, be looking at Anna Lee’s list, and act startled when I get your attention. I may jump in front of you, I may grab your arm. It kinda just happens. And I apologize in advance. Just please don’t scream. It draws a lot of attention and it doesn’t look good.”

“I won’t scream.” You giggled with a shake of your head as you got Annie’s list out. 

“Perfect. Now, I need you to confirm to the camera that you are OK with being on camera, in those words. Not just yes or OK, or sure…”

“I am OK with being filmed for Tony Stark’s YouTube channel and his Christmas video. No matter how much I oppose having money spent on me…”

“OK, that’s not what I wanted.” Tony laughed as Bucky smirked at you behind his camera. “But it will work. Now, one last thing. Some stores have an issue with our bigger camera, but I have Wade, our unofficial, smooth talking, ’legal guy’ that talks to managers. Try to stay close, and keep your back more to walls so that other people are not on camera. And if the big camera gets kicked out, we switch to much more subtle little ones. Just so you know what’s going on. And we’re starting with the American Girl store.”

“We also film everything and do a lot of editing so don’t worry about swearing or having to redo takes.” Bucky said as he leaned the camera away from his face a bit. “And I’ll let you know if there’s audio issues so don’t worry about the microphone and the cord.”

“Alright, we ready?” Steve asked as he clipped his mic pack to his belt. You nodded and took a deep breath as you purposely unwrapped your scarf to keep it away from the mic and followed the group down to the street. With Annie’s list in hand, you did what you were told and walked down the block to wait for the signal. You knew what was coming but your hands still shook.

“Stupid.” You mumbled when Bruce gave you the signal. You took a deep breath and carefully stepped around Bucky where Bruce was pointing so that you were passing by Tony where you needed to be.

“Miss! Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa.” Tony said as he gently took your shaking arm and turned you back around so you were facing the camera. “Hi, I have a very important question for you. Who made this Santa list for you today?”

“Oh. My daughter, Anna Lee.”

“Anna Lee. Well my name is Tony Stark. I rented a U Haul truck this year and we’re doing a Christmas video shopping spree for one lucky child this year where we fill the truck with toys for them. And a list written to Santa in glitter crayon on pink paper with stickers to boot, screams special little girl.”

“What?! No, you can’t…”

“Well Santa told me that this was the list I was looking for.” Tony interrupted with a smile, glad you were playing along. “It’s been decided by the spirit of Christmas. So what’s first on the list?” He asked as he looked at the list with you.

“Well Annie really wants an American Girl doll so that’s where I was headed first.”

“Then American Girl it is!” Tony said as he smiled over at you before looking at the camera. “Let’s fill this U Haul for Annie!” Tony stood there long enough to get a thumbs up from Bucky before turning toward you with a smile and handing you back the list. “You did good.”

“Thanks.” You said with a small smile as Bucky came up next to you as Tony looked at his app.

“Just so you know, the microphone picks up your voice even if your not in front of the camera and records it… and I can hear it all in my headset. Which is also very stupid.” Your face flushed red as he held the camera by his side and followed the rest of the group down the street.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry.”

“Relax.” He laughed. “We can edit it out in post. No big deal. Just be mindful, OK?” With one more apology, the group turned the corner and grabbed a pair of taxis to head a few blocks uptown to stop number one. You got the quick run down on how you were supposed to enter, but that was it instruction wise. You headed through the door of one of the flagship American Girl Place stores, and couldn’t help but smile that you were standing in a store that you had wanted to see since you were a child and got your own doll.

“So which doll does Annie have her heart set on?” Tony asked as he moved you and himself just enough so that you were out of the way and in front of a wall.

“Oh, that would be Nanea. She’s…”

“First one to find Nanea without disrupting the mom’s gets a thousand dollars.” Tony said with a smirk. His friends took off a brisk walk and you glanced over at Tony. “You’re in on that too.” He said as he gestured to the store. 

“Oh boys. If this is how the day is going to go, you’re in for a world of hurt.”

“Follow her.” Tony said as he pushed Bucky in the direction you went. You beelined through the crowd, past Sam and Steve who didn’t realize that Nanea wasn’t a WellieWisher doll and were searching the boxes, Bruce, who was trying to go through boxes in a round about with a bunch of other moms and girls, and Scott, who looked completely lost trying to find some kind of sign to point him in the right direction. Being a mother, and a frequent reader of the magazine, you knew exactly what you were looking for. You headed upstairs, slowed along the side wall in the middle display of all of the dolls that were sold in the historic line, before very gently reaching up to grab a box on the bottom of the third round display in.

“Found it.” You said softly as you smiled at the doll that was going to make your daughter’s whole world. Tears welled in your eyes as Bucky lowered his camera to just watch you for a moment before shooting a text to the group that the doll had been found and where and putting the camera back up on his shoulder.

“She’s a lucky girl.” He said softly, making you look up at him as you hugged the box to your chest.

“I remember opening this box when I was a little girl. It was magical. And now I get to make it magical for her, too.” You looked at him and not the camera and smiled softly. “Thank you for doing this.”

“So who are these other dolls? They all have stories, right?” Steve asked as he looked around at the section you were in.

“They do.” You said as you held the doll to your chest. “I know some of them. Julie is a hippie who stands up for girl’s rights, Melody stands up for the civil rights movement, Nanea survived Pearl Harbor, Kit was Great Depression, Samantha is an orphan, Rebecca is Jewish, Addy escaped slavery, Kaya is a Native American, Josefina lived in 1800’s New Mexico, and Maryellen lives in a time of conformity in the 50’s and she just wants to stand out. Then you have Joss who is deaf in one ear, Blair the chef, decorator, farmer, etcetera, and lastly my personal favorite, Luciana, the aspiring astronaut. Wow, I know all of them.”

“You know a lot about these dolls.” Steve said as Tony stood next to Bucky, just watching.

“I do. I had a doll when I was younger, Molly, World War II. I loved the lessons that these dolls taught, and I love that they are still teaching girls about our history. And they all have clothes and props and stuff to help reinforce those stories. Like I had a little chalk board and work books, and a desk for Molly. It’s really cute.”

“Well then obviously, Annie needs them all.”

“What?!” You snapped as you whipped around to Tony, who was smiling as if he didn’t just drop a bomb.

“One of everything the doll has.” He told his friends, who scattered across the room to grab a doll and all the accessories they had in their section. “Pay attention to the little boxes!”

“No. No, you really don’t have to do that.” You tried as he looked at Nanea’s shelves and grabbed her clothes and accessories packs.

“You agreed to this, sweetheart.” Tony said in a sing song voice as he grabbed a couple shopping bags from a woman and started to fill them. “We’re doing this for Anne…”

“Anna Lee.” You and Bucky corrected at the same time.

“Anna Lee.” Tony repeated as if committing her full name to memory. “Look, they’re historic so she can learn. And besides that, you have to look at it this way. I know we’re not gunna be able to fill a 26 foot U Haul today. I knew that going into it. But thanks to money that I get from my followers, and money that comes from selling sweaters and t-shirts, and shit, I know I have roughly one million dollars to spend on Anna Lee. And in order to get more content to be able to do this for someone else, I need to go all out. And I need you to participate as well.” You nodded your head as his friends started putting their finds in the shopping bags, and Tony gently pushed your shoulder. “Make it fun! Enjoy spoiling your kid. Just pretend you won the lottery and spend my money. Because you kinda did.”

“OK, OK.” You sighed as you took two shopping bags from him with a scowled smile. “Fine. They make furniture, clothes, pets, and accessories, too. And other dolls for younger kids, and ones that you can find to look like your kid…”

“Well then lead the way.” Steve said with a smile as the guys picked up the first round of bags. You looked over at Bucky with a heavy sigh, and he gave you a smile and a small nod.

“You got this.” With a roll of your eyes, you lead the pack of boys around, picking out and assisting them on picking the best pieces the store had.

Part 2

[calypsoff]

Five. Part 2

Stroking my hard dick groaning, I breathed in sharply watching Robyn having a shower, she knows I am watching her, and I did say I was coming in, but I just wanted to watch her, to see how quick I get hard, and it did. I just got hard instantly watching her touch herself. She knows I am here, she ain’t stupid but she is a bad bitch, I don’t mean it in a bad way, but she knows what she is doing, she knows she is sexy and that alone as made my dick so hard. I am so silent with my thoughts because I just want to do so much with her, and she knows it. I think my dick is hard enough now, dragging open the shower glass and stepped inside, closing it behind me and I slipped up behind her and moulded my body to her back, pressing my erection against her. Neither of us said anything, Robyn froze, and my hands rested onto her hips but she moved away from me turning to face me, licking my lips smiling. She hooked her arm around my neck and easily climbed up my body, wrapping her legs around my hips, her tongue hungrily lapping at my neck, and them at my ear. Her chest pressed against me, she feels so wet right now, and not by the hot water beating down on both of us. I leaned in and sucked her lower lip, my finger trailing along her cheek lazily as I smirked “you are so beautiful” I grazed my lips over her neck.

Robyn slowly slid down my body, getting on her knees in front of me, taking my erection into her mouth, I breathed out at the sight, I was not expecting Robyn to do such a thing, but she did. I thrust my hips against her lips and bit my lip again as my hand ran through her long brown hair “damn” I mumbled through heavy lips as she continued to bob her head up and down slowly. Her tongue licked along my dick lazily as she gripped my legs and moaned, her own hand wandering down, between her own legs as she began to rub her own core and look up at me the entire time she was doing this and sucking him off, all with the most innocent of looks on her face. I want to grip her hair and fuck her mouth but I won’t, I will let Robyn do what she needs to do because her mouth feels so good, I feel like she is sucking the life out of me “oh god” closing my eyes.

I feel like a brand new guy, Robyn sucked my dick. I mean I could say Rihanna sucked my dick but that was good, I am happy as hell right now. Robyn is still in the bathroom and I have gotten dressed. I was going to check on her but she came out before I did, I was half off the bed before she came out “hey” I said smiling, she is smiling which is good “hey, I may take some time getting ready, hope you don’t mind. Also you want to go out for some food?” nodding my head “yeah, why not” I grinned “I will go out and give you some space to get dressed, watch some TV” getting up from the bed “tell me something, was I good?” she asked, I didn’t think she would have asked such a thing “good? You were amazing, I didn’t think you had it in you and I certainly didn’t expect you to do it. You are good, why has someone said you bad?” I mean it’s odd she asked “uhm, first time doing it” my eyes widened “for real? Wow, well you got talent and I am impressed, so I did take your virginity somehow” Robyn put her head down smiling “be quiet, go” she is getting shy, I am so shocked that Robyn hasn’t sucked dick before at her big age, I would never say that but I am shocked that she hasn’t, maybe she hasn’t been comfortable with anyone else.

I am so obsessed with Basketball, sucks that this weekend I couldn’t really watch it but I had to catch up, any moment I can do it I will and even replays, I will watch them several times “do I look good?” hearing Robyn’ heels hitting the floor as she appeared from the bedroom “ooohhhh, who is this pretty woman. I like the red lipstick, I love it. Nice outfit” she twirled around in her dress “I like your hair down; I mean I like it up but down like this. I like it, are you ok to go out with me?” Robyn nodded her head “yeah, it’s fine. You’re a friend if they do say anything. I will just say it but I am hungry, so let’s go” turning off the TV as I got up from the couch “you look so beautiful Robyn, I have seen you with and without makeup and I still prefer you without makeup, I have always seen that though. Nothing has changed with me, nice bracelet too” I pointed out “I am going to wear it forever, trust me. I feel like this has to be the best gift I have been given” she is so sweet, modest I would say because I mean she can get better than that.

I think it is dope that Robyn doesn’t need to drive anywhere, an SUV will always be there “so what are you doing for Christmas?” Robyn asked, looking away from the window “mhmmm, well I will be at my parents, spend Christmas with the family, should be nice to have it with them instead of having it with some niggas. Stale ass food” it’s going to be nice “after all that time in there you deserve it, I hope you get all of the gifts you want”  I grinned at her “I am just blessed to be here, I have to be. I am happy that I have reconnected with you though” the SUV started to come to a halt outside some fancy building “we could have gone to McDonalds, you know?” Robyn shook her head “no sir, I want to take you somewhere fancy. You will love it here, promise” getting out of the SUV, the driver ain’t going to open my car door is he so I will just do it myself. The driver did what I thought he would, rushed to Robyn’ car door and opened it. I find it amusing how people rush to Robyn’ aide every time, I mean she is queen, and I am not angry at that. Robyn looked to me, I think checking if I am behind, I am. Robyn walked towards the place. Stuffing my hands in my coat pockets, here I am just in jeans and a tee, I bet I will look odd as hell just there with my broke ass, a guy opened the door for her “madam” he said, looking at him as I waked in “Rihanna, please follow me” the server said to her “I have put you in a private room” like I said, they rush to Robyn’ aide and it’s crazy to see.

Shuffling my seat in, the waiter pushed Robyn chair in. We are in a private room, just Robyn and I which is dope. Looking around the room as I took off my coat, this is kind of amazing “this is fancy” I am amazed “yeah, it’s one of my favourite places here so I thought I would bring you here. Can I have your best wine please” she said to the waiter “do you want anything different to drink?” shaking my head “but can I have water, just will have that” I rather not drink too much, also I dislike wine so there is that “are you sure? Don’t hold back” I chuckled “I am good, just water” I feel so out of place, this is really not my scene but here I am “what are you doing for Christmas and New Year’s?” I asked Robyn, she must be doing something nice “erm, so I will be in Barbados with my family and the New Year I will be going to London to celebrate the new year, I do invite you to come” I cooed out “really? I am good, I will be in Virginia with the boys, TJ will probably be dumb about shit” Robyn squinted her eyes at me “strippers?” I breathed out “I suppose, I don’t care. If I did care then I would say it to you but women’s breasts aren’t a turn on, I mean I am not gay but strippers are just yeah, I like my women classy” Robyn snorted laughing “then where did you get that jumped bitch?” I knew that was coming “could say the same about pretty boy?” I retorted; we can all be petty “you seem a little sensitive about her? You care for her?” shaking my head “she is a good girl, she isn’t bad, but she is there, you know. I can’t disrespect her when she has done nothing wrong. Also we did say we wouldn’t mention them, did we not?” Robyn needs to just drop it, I said we wouldn’t speak on them.

I know Robyn wants to delve into what is next for us but I can’t really say “look” sitting forward “I get you want me to say yes and I jump to you but I just think you need to see it from my part, I don’t really want that life you live, it’s public. You don’t deserve me to ruin that, my past will make you look bad” which is true “why don’t you just say you don’t want me, ok. Answer me this would you give up that life you live now to be with the person you love? So you can be with them because I would” raising an eyebrow “so leave that celebrity life?” I questioned “yes” she didn’t even flinch “I would say that is stupid talk, nobody is worth that” I laughed, I did say I wouldn’t drink wine but I need it, Robyn is digging “answer it” she means it “Robyn I know you doing this to get an answer out of me but you need to just relax” I downed the wine so quick, I don’t even like that shit “I feel like you don’t know what you want, I think you don’t and I just want you to make me feel I am not going crazy Chris, are we fuck buddies or what?” rubbing my face “Robyn I respect you, I really do. I wouldn’t say or class you as a fuck buddy because that is disrespectful, I care for you and I have told you that. I left the apartment early to get that gift for you because I felt bad, I came with nothing for you. What do you want me to say, I have a lot to think about” I swear if I didn’t know Robyn like I do I would walk off, I am taking it because I care for her the most “are you going to leave her?” Robyn never holds back, I have to laugh “well I am not going to play two women so yes, but with work and stuff I don’t know when we can meet again which doesn’t mean I am doing it to not see you” I hope Robyn understands it “well I think I will keep Rakim around” now she is being petty, but I won’t be angry at it “up to you” I shrugged.

I snatched the bill so quickly “just give it here” Robyn held her hand out “no, I got it” opening the wallet with the receipt I died inside a little, I can honestly say the food was not worth my full wage, I am shook but let me keep my composure “Chris, please listen to me. Let me pay it, before the waiter comes back give it here. I bought you here, don’t get me angry” Barry is going to flat out scream to know I used the money he gave me for this “I got it” looking up at Robyn “I didn’t bring you here to flatter me, it’s not. You’re just going to get me angry, give me the damn bill!” she spat “I got it, it’s ok” the waiter came back “I’m paying” Robyn and I both said together “I said I am paying” I said to Robyn and I meant it, she was going to say something but she didn’t. But I really can’t keep with this kind of behaviour, placing my card down. Robyn is so angry, like she is shaking angry “I am going to the toilet” Robyn got up, I mean I am glad she did because now I can sit here and die inside a little more, this is crazy money for wack ass food.

“You know what is going to get you in trouble Chris, your stubborn ass! You are so fucking hard-headed, and you have always been that way since high school!” Robyn spat as she sat back down “you are so egotistical, you don’t have to pay for anything, this was my doing. I bought you here Chris, if you do not let me pay you back I swear we are done, I can’t have us like this. I don’t want to battle you on having to do things. I think we need to just have space; I promise you now Chris we will fall out, let me pay you back. This is unfair on you because I bought you here for me! This is my treat” Robyn and I just stared at each other, one of us need to back down but I wonder who will first “don’t make me feel bad Chris, please! You know what take your bracelet back” watching her unhook it “ok, you can send me the money. Just relax” I don’t want to argue with her “you are so stubborn Chris; I don’t know what will give with you. You do it on your terms, if not then it doesn’t happen” she needs to get used to that part.

[maknaesdancersrappers]

Attempt #10: Surprise them with gifts

<< the ninth attempt

wc: 1.9k

warning/s: female masturbation

When you found out that your mom extended her stay abroad because your dad was docked there for a few days, you were a little grateful because Jaehyun’s dad was out for work, too, and his mom was visiting family in the province. Jaehyun was out working at his part time jobs so you were essentially alone. After making sure no one was next door, you go into your bedroom and pull out the box Yebin gave you last year. 

It’s been months since you last used this; you didn’t have much privacy since you don’t really keep to yourself and it always raises suspicion when your door is locked. You dust the box off and opened it, revealing the contents inside: the 6-inch silver bullet vibrator and a smaller box that’s still wrapped.

“Cheers to self-love.” scrawled over the wrapping in Yebin’s handwriting. 

You pick it up and tear right down her little message, throwing the paper aside and inspecting Yebin’s recent gift. It was a love egg that had 10 speeds and patterns, and was controlled by an app you had to install on your phone. 

This is the only time you can try it out. You’ve only done this twice. It helped you get through the hormonal stage of your PMS.

You take it out of its’ box and went to the bathroom to clean it. Once it was clean, you put it down on a towel to dry while you stripped your panties off. Honestly, you liked going commando at home. You would wear a sundress or a large, loose shirt (sometimes you’d wear shorts under them) and forego any undergarments. You picked up the small bottle of lube you bought online, along with journaling items to hopefully hide it in case someone sees the receipt, grabbed the vibrator after patting it down, and returned to your bed.

After installing the app on your phone, you sat in the middle, with your back resting against the headboard, and pulled the skirt of your dress up to your waist. Parting your legs, you sigh when the air touches your pussy and you involuntarily clench at nothing.

When you masturbated before, you just focused on feeling good. There was no imagining of a man handling you, just you making yourself feel good. However when you tentatively touched your clit with the tips of your fingers, your mind flies to how Jaehyun’s hands felt; how the pad of his fingers are calloused but his palms were soft. 

You mewled at the thought, although you knew it was wrong to think of Jaehyun — your best friend — like that. You’re starting to get wet, your slick covering your fingertips as you card them through your labia. At this point, you don’t think you’ll need the lube. You want to stop thinking about Jaehyun, but every time you chant it in your head, your mind disobeys and you remember all the times he’s been shirtless around you. 

“Oh god.” You cried out, plunging two fingers inside of you. You push down the shirred bodice of your dress down and cupped your breast, giving it a hard squeeze.

“Fuck it.” You whined, letting your inhibitions go and your imagination run wild. It’s not like Jaehyun would know you were thinking about him; specifically his fingers, plunging in and out of you, making that squelching sound, or how it would feel to touch his abs. You moaned, your hands practically moving on their own and speeding up.

You hated how your brain just suddenly reminded you about that light dusting of hair he had that trailed down beneath his cute little outie belly button, making the room seem too hot despite the air conditioning blasting above you. 

Honestly speaking, you and Yebin have had this conversation with Jungwoo. Yebin was brash and Jungwoo was blithe; you don’t know how the conversation turned south — literally — and Jungwoo had described each of the guy’s dicks very vividly from what he could remember when they had to shower in the locker rooms after gym.

It should have been concerning to you as to why Jungwoo was looking in the first place — more so, stared long enough to remember each one so clearly. Now your brain is letting those memories resurface, letting you visualize your best friend’s cock. You bite down on your lip, just thinking about how much he could stretch you more than your fingers or vibrator can.

You pull your fingers out of you and grab the love egg, turning it on and syncing it to the app on your phone. You take the vibrator that’s not bigger than your palm and pushed it through your entrance, jaw dropping at how easily it slipped in, until it was completely swallowed up by your pussy and left the little thin strap dangling out. You wait a few seconds to adjust to it before grabbing your phone and starting up the app. You press the power button and it starts out with light buzz, almost tickling your walls. There’s a plethora of options of patterns, intensity, and combinations, but your eyes zoomed in on the icon that read ‘Randomized.’

When you pressed it, it asked how long and gave 5 options, ranging from 5 minutes to an option that read manual. You opted for that, dropping the phone on the mattress when the vibrations grew a tad stronger. “Oh my god.”

You push yourself down the bed so you could lie down properly, latching your hands around your breasts and tweaking your nipples. Your mind is clouded with lust, the little speck of reserve you had left about jacking off to Jaehyun was out the window. You’re a moaning mess, trying to contain the lewd noises by biting back down on your lip. Planting down your feet against the sheets, you push your hips up as if you’re trying to meet someone’s thrusts. 

“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck.” You can feel yourself about to cum, releasing one of your boobs to rub your clit.

“[Y/N]? Are you home?”

You’ve never moved so fast in your life; eyes snapping wide open and hands prying themselves off your body. You push your dress back up your chest while trying to grab your phone to turn the vibrator off but you can hear his footsteps coming closer and you accidentally pushed it off the bed instead while fixing your sleeves. Fortunately, the vibrations went down to soft buzz; and you toss the lube under the bed before running to the ajar door.

“Jaehyun!” You exclaimed, squeezing your body between the door and its frame. 

“[Y/N]? I thought you were out with Yebin. Are you okay?”

The love bullet starts to pulsates and you force out a grin, “Y-yeah, I was taking a nap and I, uh, had a nightmare.”

He nods slowly, looking like he understood as to why you were so flustered and sweating.

“What are you doing in my house?” You cleared your throat, trying to maintain your composure.

“Oh. I was planning to surprise you. I used the emergency keys your mom gave me.”

Your mom what— “Well, I’m very... surprised.”

Jaehyun grins, “No, wait. Come with me.”

He grabs your hand and all you can think about is how he’s holding the hand that had two of your fingers that were deep inside of you just moments ago while you jacked off to the thought of him. You wanted to tell him to wait for a second so you could go back into your room and turn the damn thing off, but the words leave you when he takes you to the living room.

There’s a vase of flowers you were very sure wasn’t there before and a small box of cupcakes from your favorite bakery. “You liked the gardenias so I got you some and I passed by the bakery after work and thought I’d get some as well.”

You inhaled sharply, the love egg suddenly spiking into a very harsh vibration. “Ohh, Jae.” That sounded so close to being inappropriate, “You didn’t have to—”

Your body flinches at the pattern change, making your grip around his hand tighten.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

You vehemently nodded your head, “Uh huh, I just— the nightmare was pretty intense.” like the throbbing of your very core as your climax approaches.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m right here.” Jaehyun pulls you into a hug and you don’t know whether it’s a good thing because your knees almost gave in so you used him as support. You hated, however, that you inhaled his scent; and it wasn’t the scent he smelled like when he got out of the shower, or his deodorant working when he’s sweating. It was that distinct scent he naturally had and it’s invading your nostrils and fueling your hormones. When his hands soothed your back and he kisses the top of your head, like he always does when he comforts you, that was when you lost it; gripping onto the back of his shirt for dear life as your orgasm hits.

You still do your best to keep your composure, keeping your breath steady unlike your heart beat that was running wild. The love egg is still buzzing and you need to take it out now; you already came in Jaehyun’s arms without him knowing and you can’t guarantee he’ll still be in the dark about it if another hits you. Pulling away, you sighed as nonchalantly as you can, hoping he doesn’t look down to see the evidence of your climax dripping down your legs.

“Thanks.”

Jaehyun pats your head, “You’re a little warm and red, [Y/N]. Maybe you’re coming down with something.”

“Uhm, yeah, maybe I am. I should… get some more rest.”

“Do you want me to tuck you?”

Your mind is so clouded and still high from climax that you swore you heard him say ‘fuck’, but you gasp from the love egg picking up pace again and swat Jaehyun’s arm, “I’m not ten! I’ll be fine. I-I would have loved to share the cupcakes with you a-and thank you for the flowers.”

He shrugs his shoulders, “Don’t mention it. I just—”

His phone beeps and when he checks it out, he lets out a groan. “Jay’s made a mess in the living room again.”

“Should I be regretting giving him to you?” You shift your weight between your legs, which helped with your shaky stance, but not the impending second wave of your climax. 

“No! Don’t ever. I love him.” Jaehyun laughs, “I’ll go now, see you later. Oh, and I think there’s a bee in here somewhere. I swear I can hear it.”

“I’ll take care of it, ha ha ha... ha.” You stood in place, waving your hand at him as he leaves your apartment. As soon as he closes the door behind him, you drop to your knees and pulled the love egg out. “Oh, god.”

It continues to vibrate on the floor, minutely spinning as it does. Guilt, shame, and relief washes over you all at the same time when you reprocessed what had just happened. You fucking masturbated to your best friend and he held you, without knowing what was going on, when you came undone from his touch and scent. You feel gross, grabbing the egg and standing back up to head back into your room to turn it off. You discard it on the bed and grab the other vibrator, shamelessly deciding to finish off the second orgasm in the shower.

a/n: the surprise gift here was actually the orgasm :--) loljk 

the eleventh attempt >>

[dazedbymalum]

Monster Among Men - 02

Word Count: 1,967

Calum

I walk up to the front, all the weird cashiers are out today, yet again, although I've never seen that short chick in the big ass hoodie and braids before, I guess I'll go to her.

I put my shit down and dig some cash out of my wallet and hold it in front of her. "D-do you have an ID with you?" She bites her lip after asking, looking like she instantly regrets it.

What the fuck kinda question is that? Do I look like a child? "What?" I say, obviously annoyed.

"I have to ask everyone that question by law sir...I'm not trying to offend you, I—"

I roll my eyes at her explanation and cut her off, pulling out my ID "Here."

She looks at my ID, a little longer for my comfort and I then put it away. "Thank you." I hear her mumble, almost inaudibly.

I watch as she scans my items, then I divert my attention to my phone for a second. When I look up she's staring directly at me, what the fuck? She's probably just looking for attention, but I don't have time for any bitch tonight. "Are you gonna take my fuckin money or not? I don't have all damn day." I grumble.

I watch as she snaps out of whatever fucking daydream, fantasy shit she had going on "Huh?"

I roll my eyes once again and see her cheeks turn a bright red as she takes my money and slowly counts out my change.

I tap my foot impatiently and she hands me the change. Fucking finally. "H-here you go, have a nice night." She stutters to me.

I grab my shit and narrow my eyes at the girl. "Uh, yeah"

If this were any other night I'd probably try convincing her to letting me fuck her because she was pretty hot honestly, a guy can wonder what she's hiding underneath that fucking baggy sweatshirt.

I make my way out to my car and then home. I really need a smoke now, I think to myself and then look in the dash and my pockets, no cigs. Fuck, I ran out again and didn't fucking notice, I really don't want to go back to that damn store, but I suppose I'm gonna have to.

I let out a groan and turn the damn car around, heading back to that place, maybe I will talk to that chick, a good fuck would be good tonight honestly.

...

I park my car, once again in the vacant parking lot and go into the store, I notice the girl from before glancing my way, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion at my second appearance within 15 minutes.

I walk over to her, she looks terrified, "Um, h-how can I help you? Did I count your change wrong? I'm so sorry—"

She stutters her words while looking up at me, she's so fucking short. I roll my eyes at her "No angel, I forgot I needed some Marlboros, can you grab me a pack or two?" I smirk at her and watch as confusion takes over her face.

"My name is Harlow...not Angel, there isn't even an Angel that works here...?" She bites her lip and grabs two packs for me. I chuckle, "Yeah, I know, and I'm Calum, do you need to look at my fucking ID again?" I say while pulling out a few dollars.

"Um, no." She takes the cash and hands me my cigarettes. "Thanks love, you're very pretty by the way." I wink at her and she seems taken aback by the compliment, I see the heat rising in her cheeks.

"We should hang out some time, what works for you?" I smirk, knowing she's probably melting right now with all this attention I'm giving her.

"Uh, not to be rude or anything, but I just met you? Isn't this a little odd, um Calum?" She bites her lip, I'm now taken aback by her response.

Did she just basically reject my offer? She must have a boyfriend or some shit like that. "How is it fucking odd? Are you riding another dick or something? Because trust me babe, I'm not trying to get involved in any fucking bullshit drama with a damn boyfriend." I spit out my words, obviously irritated.

She takes a step back, my harsh words seem to have an effect on her. I take one last look at her and storm out of the store. How dare she try to embarrass me like that? What a fucking bitch.

Harlow

I had a chance to fix the braid once the lady I was assisting finished checking out. After I fixed it Jessica, my coworker, asked me yet again why I keep my hair like this everyday.

"Well, my hair can get in the way, it is a bit long and can be a bit frizzy sometimes as well, so keeping it braided just solves my issues." I explain to her with a smile, it kind of gets on my nerves that she has the need to ask me this every week at some point, but I do not have the nerve to say anything to her about it, especially since she is just curious.

She nods with a smile. The rest of my day runs on, pretty slow and boring honestly and the next time I check my phone for the time I see it's already 9pm. There's also a text from Lynn.

... To: Harhigh not low dude I have some big shit to spill ...

Ugh, I'll have to tell her I can't talk quite yet, I think I forgot to tell her I'm working all day oops.

I look up when I hear a thud of cans. I see a guy wearing a leather jacket set his items down and pull some cash out of his wallet.

I look at his items...two packs of beer, a box of condoms, and a bag of chips. Oh.

He seems to have the most bored, disgruntle facial expression ever, I better not get on his nerves, but I think rather than keeping his mouth shut...like what I do with Jessica, he would most certainly call me out.

I swallow the lump forming in my throat and I look up at him, he is extremely tall. "D-do you have an ID with you?" I bite my lip as I watch him grow angry with my question.

"What?" He spits out. He has some sort of accent, yes I'm a little terrified about this giant man I have never seen before, but I am supposed to ask everyone that question who buys stuff like beer and condoms...and I am curious.

"I have to ask everyone that question by law sir...I'm not trying to offend you, I—"

"Here." He cuts me off by showing me his ID. I examine the piece of plastic...Calum Hood...22 years old...Australian. Oh my god he's Australian! Just like Lynn!!

He quickly shoves it back in his wallet and gives me a glare. I take a deep breath and start to scan his items. As I scan the bag of chips I mumble a quiet "thank you" to him and he just stands there.

I glance and see he's now on his phone texting someone, a friend or something I assume. Maybe even a girlfriend? Boyfriend? I don't know. I would be surprised if he didn't have someone. This guy is beyond attractive. I wonder if he knows Lynn? Haha that would be hilarious.

"Are you gonna take my fuckin money? I don't have all damn day." He snaps at me.

"Huh?" Oh no, I have been staring this whole time. Oh no.

He rolls his eyes and I take the money from him cautiously. He thinks I'm a weirdo now. I count his change slowly, that way I don't mess up and give him the wrong amount.

He looks like the kind of guy that would storm back in here demanding for one cent more if I forget one penny. I cannot mess this up. His foot tapping causes me to hurry my counting and I give him the receipt and change as quickly as possible.

"H-here you go, have a nice night." I say, hoping to sound more confident.

"Uh, yeah" He looks at me oddly and then leaves the store. I let out a breath I wasn't aware I was holding in.

I pull my phone out of my pocket and see three more texts from Lynn.

... To: Harhigh not low heyyyyyyyyy harlowww bitch you better answer me. To: Harhigh not low HARLOW. To: Harhigh not low I know you're not ignoring me tf ...

I laugh quietly to myself and send her a quick text to stop her nagging.

... To: Lyin Lynn calm down. I'm at work, I don't get off for another half hour, just wait!! To: Harhigh not low Fucking finally you answer. But okayyy <3 ...

As I'm putting my phone away I hear the door open and look to see the the guy from before. Oh no, I bet I counted his change wrong and he's here to yell at me. I tried counting as fast as possible, but he insisted on rushing me.

He walks over to me, with the same grumpy look on his face and I start to worry. "Um, h-how can I help you? Did I count your change wrong? I'm so sorry—"

He rolls his eyes at me, "No angel, I forgot I needed some Marlboros, can you grab me a pack or two?" His face changes into some sort of a smirk, I don't know, and why did he call me Angel? My name tag says Harlow, and I don't thing anyone could mistake Harlow for Angel.

"My name is Harlow...not Angel, there isn't even an Angel that works here...?" I bite my lip nervously and grab two of the Marlboros off the stand behind me. He chuckles softly at my words. "Yeah, I know love, and I'm Calum. Do you need to look at my fucking ID again?" He asks while pulling out some money.

"Um, no." I take the cash from his hand and give him the cigarettes.

"Thanks love, you're very pretty by the way." He winks at me and now I'm completely confused. What?

"We should hang out some time, what works for you?" He smirks at me, for the second time tonight and I'm completely uncomfortable. I don't even know this guy, and judging from all the stuff he's bought tonight I think I would rather keep my distance. I'm also kind of embarrassed that he would go ahead and assume I was going to say yes. That's a bit rude.

"Uh, not to be rude or anything, but I just met you? Isn't this a little odd, um Calum?" I bite my lip, using his name, I really don't want to upset this guy.

I watch at his playful smirk turns into a scowl. "How is it fucking odd? Are you riding another dick or something? Because trust me babe, I'm not trying to get involved in any fucking bullshit drama with a damn boyfriend."

What? Boyfriend? Babe? I don't understand this leather clad man standing before me. How could anyone say anything so rude to another person, I just met him. He does not really have a right to act so offended, and definitely does not need to use that sort of language, especially if he's interested in hanging out or something. I don't know, this is very odd.

I take a step back, as if to try and block the harsh words that ran out of his mouth. He glares at me one last time before rushing out of the store. What a strange man.

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thought i’d post chapter two since it’s been a little while since i posted chapter one! let me know what ya think!!

[theblackandgold-series]

The Prince and The Boy (4)

 Chapter 4: Butterflies 

A College AU

Texas Southern University (Houston,Tx)

Ship: Chiron Harris  x Erik Stevens

Warning(s): slow burn, fluff

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Why hasn’t this nigga texted back yet? Erik’s thoughts swirled inside his mind.

It had been 7 hours and 31 minutes since Chiron last texted him. He knew that Chiron had seen his last message since he had his read receipts on. He’s probably just busy Erik reassured himself. Or maybe I was too pushy. Damn it! The frustration that Erik felt must of been conveyed on his face, because Khalil made his way over to him asking what was wrong. “Nigga, you good?

Erik kissed his teeth, “I’m fine, damn. Why you always askin’ me that?”

“Cause you always got some shit wrong with you,” Khalil said as he sat next to him in the locker room. Erik shrugs as he stuffs his practice jersey and gear into his Nike duffle bag. He looks to his phone once more, hoping to see a notification.

“You know,” Khalil leans close, almost as if he’s about to spill a secret, “if you keep starin’ at your phone, the battery’s gonna die and then you really won’t get his text,” he ends with a grin.

Erik quickly pulled back, “Nigga fuck you.”

Khalil gave him a look. “Negro, if you don’t tell me what’s wrong…”

Erik let out a sigh. He and Chiron had been texting nonstop since they exchanged numbers at the bookstore. They had even evolved pretty quickly to sending each other memes. Nothing felt forced between the two, the conversation flowed easily. It was like they’d known each other for years. Erik assumed it was going well until he asked him on an official date. He’d texted him hours ago and still no response. Chiron left him on read and for the first time he didn’t know what to do.

Khalil eyes him, waiting on Erik to open his mouth to speak. Erik takes one more look at his phone on the couch. He looks away from him.

“I may or may not have… asked Chiron if he wanted to chill.”

Khalil looks at his best friend in confusion. “Isn’t that a good thing? I thought you were feelin’ him?”

“I am,” Erik says exasperatedly. “He just hasn’t texted back yet.” Khalil nods, waiting for him to continue.

“I thought shit was good. We were texting, vibin’ with each other.” He sighs. “I feel like I did something to fuck it up.”

“Did he say you fucked it up?” Erik shakes his head. “Then what the hell you worried for? Maybe he’s busy? He’ll hit you back when he can.”

“Nah, man you don’t understand. I could tell he was already nervous talking to me, maybe I pushed it too fast.” Erik looks at his phone again.

“Maybe he’s just shy?” Khalil spoke up, trying to find a reason for Chiron leaving him on read. “He didn’t talk much when we had that class together, just give him some time. You’re overthinking it.”

Erik knew that his friend was right, but he couldn’t help but think he’d done something wrong. “I don’t know what it is about him, but I really want this shit to work.”

“Don’t stress over it nigga, he’ll come around.” Khalil tries his best to reassure Erik, but he can tell it won’t make a difference.

“Yeah, yeah. I know, I know.”

“Come on, let’s get out this locker room before they lock our black asses in here.” Khalil stands up with his bag on his shoulder. “We can talk about this at the crib. I’m hungry as fuck bro.”

Chiron is panicking. How is he supposed to respond? Of course he wants to say yes, but how does he say it without sounding desperate?

“Yo!” Bryson’s voice calls from the other room. “Just text him back!”

“Nah man. I can’t.”

Bryson walks into Chiron’s room to see him sitting on his bed. “What you mean you can’t? You been making googly eyes at this nigga for days and this the shit you pull when he slide in ya messages? You better answer that damn text or Imma take that shit and do it for you.” Bryson is fed up at this point. He’s heard Chiron talk about this nigga for almost a week now.

Chiron stares at the open message, thumbs hovering over the keyboard. He just can’t get the right words out of his head and onto the screen.

Bryson notices the almost scared look on Chiron’s face and puts his hand on his shoulder coming to sit beside him. “Hey,” his friend says in a gentle voice, pulling him out out of his trance. “I know you’re scared because of what happened before, but this ain’t gotta be like that.”  Chiron looks away as Bryson says, “Every man ain’t Sean.”

That name still brings tears to his eyes and a pang in his chest. He pushes thoughts of his ex away, glancing down at his phone once again. ”I wouldn’t tell you to shoot your shot if I didn’t think you’d make it.” Chiron dips his head avoiding Bryson’s gaze.

“I know for a fact that this nigga is feelin’ you too. So text him. If shit goes wrong, I’ll beat his ass.” Chiron can’t help but chuckle. A smile finally appearing. He takes a deep breath.

“Alright.” His fingers hover over the screen again. He twiddles his thumbs above the glass before he drops the phone in his lap. “I got nothin’.”

Bryson shakes his and snatches the phone, tired of his antics. He types out a message, showing it to Chiron for approval. Chiron presses “send”.

A loud ding takes Erik out of the game of 2k he’s playing with Khalil. He quickly reaches (read: dives) for his phone to see a text from Chiron.

>What did you have in mind?

A smile takes over his face. Erik has to stop himself from doing a victory dance. He responds quickly, fearing Chiron will leave him on read again.

>The museum? There’s a new Egyptian mummy and mythology exhibit.

“Why don’t you just call him, that way you can get an answer right now instead of looking like a kicked puppy waiting for him to text yo ass back.” Khalil inquired.

Erik shake his head and gives Khalil his middle finger. “Fuck you. I ain’t tryna scare him off.”

Erik’s text came in as soon as Chiron pressed send. “What’d he say?” Bryson turns his head away from the tv and looks at Chiron.

“He wants to go to the museum. Some Egyptian mythology exhibit.”

“Oh, like ‘Gods of Egypt’?”

Chiron turns to him, “Don’t mention that damn movie, it was trash.”

“I’ll take your word for it.” Bryson shakes his head with a slight laugh.

Before Chiron could formulate a response to Erik, his phone began to ring.

Bryson peaks over at Chiron’s phone, “Speak of the devil.”

Chiron doesn’t let the call get past 2 ½ rings before answering. “Hello?”

“Heeeyy, Chiron,” he hears from a voice that is clearly not Erik’s. Chiron doesn’t get a chance to question who it is before he hears Erik’s distinct, deep voice tell that person to shut the fuck up.

“If you don’t—,” Chi hears what sounds like a struggle over the phone, “GIve me this shit! Hello,” Erik’s voice finally comes through the speaker. Chi smiles at the sound, and Bryson takes his attention from the random Boondocks episode to focus on his best friend’s conversation.

“Hey, um…,” Chiron looks to Bryson for guidance to which he responds with a shrug of the shoulders.

“You’re no help, “ Chiron mouths before re-focusing his attention on Erik. Bryson smiles childishly at him before turning back to the tv and checking his own phone.

“What’s up?” Chiron’s voice is uncharacteristically high.

Erik isn’t sure what to say, the call was not planned. Khalil stole the phone out of his hand after he again expressed his concern for Chiron not responding immediately.

The line is silent. “Did you mean to call?” Chiron continues, taking Erik out of his thoughts.

"Oh, oh yeah. wanted to make sure you were okay with the museum idea." Erik looks towards the ceiling with a wince.

"Yeah, I definitely am." A delighted smile graces Erik’s face. He doesn’t say anything else, caught up in Chiron’s answer.

“Erik?” Chiron calls, apprehension taking over his voice. “Is that all?”

The softness of Chi’’s voice sends a chill down Erik’s spine. “Wanted to make sure you weren’t runnin’ away again.” He almost whispers it, closing his eyes to steady himself.

Chiron dips his head, his hand holding the phone tighter. “Nah, I uh, I like where I am. I don’t plan on running anytime soon,” Erik’s eyes widen with glee, his heart beats faster at the response.

“Oh yeah?” He can’t keep the smile off his face.

“Yeah.” The line goes quiet again.

Erik clears his throat, a smile still on his face. "So uh anyway, you like bacon, egg and cheese sandwiches?"

Chiron slightly frowns at the sudden switch. "What?" What the hell? He thinks.

"Just answer the question."

"Yeah, I do." Chiron says sort of unsure of what Erik is hinting at.

"Aite, bet. i'll see you tomorrow Chiron." He hangs up excitedly before Chiron can return the goodbye.

Khalil playfully punches Erik on the shoulder. “I’m proud of you nephew,” he teases.

Erik rolls his eyes at his best friend’s antics and pushes him away. His grin consumes his whole face, happiness coursing through his veins at the thought of a date with the man he can’t stop thinking about.

“Who just hangs up the phone without letting the other person say ‘goodbye.’” Bryson wonders. “That’s the shit that white people do in movies. Disrespectful.”

Chiron looks radiant, a bright grin on his face. He ignores Bryson, consumed by the thought of Erik.

Erik makes sure to get up early this morning. He’d set five alarms last night, only needing one to get him out of bed. He wouldn’t let anyone know it but he was excited today. An extra bounce in his step as he gets ready. He puts on an extra layer of cocoa butter, and makes sure his dreads are pulled back and laid flat in the three braids on his head.

Before getting to class he stops at Morning Editions, to grab two bacon, egg, and cheese biscuits, and apple juice and orange juice, not knowing which one Chiron would want.

Finally close to where their shared class is, Erik is surprised at how nervous he feels. Of course, he’s had moments  where he felt a little unsure, but the clammy hands, the racing heartbeat.. This was a new feeling that he wasn’t at all unhappy with.

Once again the seat at the front of the class is empty, Erik thinks Chiron must be running late again. He walks to his own seat and sits, putting his bag and one of the biscuits in the chair opposite him.  Just as he pulls his phone out to text him, Chiron walks through the door. Erik subconsciously straightens up and resists the urge to excitedly wave Chiron over. You are not some 15 year old with a crush. You are a grown ass man. He takes his bag out of the seat.

Chiron quickly spots Erik when he walks into the classroom. He tries not to get too excited as he makes his way towards his new, Erik appointed seat. His eyebrow wrinkles as he notices the biscuit on the desk, looking toward Erik for an explanation.

“Bacon, egg, and cheese.” Erik grins at him. He pulls out an apple juice and orange juice. “I wasn’t sure which one you would want.” Chiron sits and points at the apple juice. He got good taste,Erik thought,But now I’m stuck with orange juice.

A bright smile meets Erik as he hands Chiron the apple juice. “Thank you.” Chiron is bashful as he says it.

Class passes by faster than usual. Neither Erik nor Chiron participate in the discussion due to their focus on each other.

The one time Erik does speak up, it’s to roast someone.  Chiron laughs a little too hard at the joke and tries to cover it up with an unconvincing cough, prompting Erik to pat at his back jokingly, “You good?” leaving his mouth.

The two steal glances every chance they get. Only realizing class is over when a wave of new students walks in.

Both get up to leave, a comfortable silence between them as they walk out the class. Once out, Erik turns to Chiron.

Before he can say anything though he spots Khalil behind Chiron, giving a thumbs up, mouthing “You got this. Get it in.” Following it with a humping motion in the air. Erik’s head falls back and he groans this nigga.

Standing between the two men, Khalil points at the drinks in Erik and Chi’s hands.  "Bro, this is light skinned erasure. I wanted a sandwich too. Where my food at?” 

“At the store waitin for you to buy it.” Erik shrugs and sips his orange juice. Why do i put up with this nigga? He thought. The last thing he wants is Khalil fucking this up for him.

Khalil turns toward an amused Chiron.

“I see how it is, ima go get my own sandwich since my best friend out here acting branding new- Heeeeeeeeeyyy Chi.” He wiggles his eyebrows looking between Chiron and Erik.

Erik kisses his teeth, his irritation growing as he glares at Khalil. “Nigga, if you don’t get the fu-.”

Before Erik can finish Khalil stops.  “Say less. I’ll catch you at practice.”  

He leaves but not before shooting Erik a knowing look and an annoying grin.

Once Erik and Chiron are finally alone, Erik grimaces with his hand scratching at the back of his neck. “So,” Erik starts, “We still on for Saturday?”

Chiron isn’t affected by Khalil’s actions in the slightest, reminded of his own best friend. He gives Erik a bright smile to reassure him. “Yeah, of course.”

Erik is taken off guard by Chiron’s smile, his heartbeat quickening. “Aight, cool. Cool, cool, cool.” He mentally slaps himself at the repeating words. This never happened to him. He was always smooth with the people he was interested in, though there weren’t many. There wasn’t a man or woman who could render him speechless. So why does his mouth fail him when he’s around Chiron?

Chiron chuckles and bows his head bashfully. Right then all of Erik’s questions are answered. Chiron is different. He’s special. His smile, his bashfulness, the way he says his name. Everything about him makes Erik weak at the knees. He wanted every piece of him.

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[ure-a-sunflower]

Comfort Café (Part 1)

[1 of 2]

This is just me trying to write a short fic/one shot, so please be gentle with me. I normally write long-ass stories so this is a bit of a change. Anyways, hope ya’ll enjoy it. This sounded way better in my head than it did while typing it.

Warnings: Swearing (that’s all I think???)

“Y/N” = Your Name

“So you’re actually blaming this on me now? You absolute ass! All I did for you, and this is how you’re ending things with me?!” 

Jesus, if they wanted an audience for their epic break up, they might as well have brought megaphones just to let the people across the street be informed for good measure.

“Please don’t make a scene out of this; I just wanted to talk thi-” The boyfriend whispered in an embarrassed tone that almost made me feel sorry. Take note “almost”. I’m not new to this BS.

The girlfriend (I’m assumed) took none of his bullshit and cried out, “That’s it. I am so done. Good luck finding a better girl than me!” After hurrying to grab all her stuff, performing the telenovela-worthy hair flip, and an Oscar-Winning slap against his face with the loud “SMACK”, she was out the door. I noticed another guy walk away with her, and my jaw dropped in a silent and in disbelief laugh. 

The poor EX-boyfriend just stood there, humiliated and unnerved by the amount of eyes staring at him.

The café was dead ass silent. Nobody knew what to do.

It was honestly saddening just seeing the guy and the pain right through him; but I wasn’t allowing a stranger to weigh on my 7 hour shift today.

He walked up to counter, a little limp in his walk after she just smacked him, and didn’t even try to look like he cared. Nobody was behind him, so he took as much as time he needed.

His eyes bored into the menu above us and I swear I’ve never seen someone so soulless than the girl next to me during the college finals. 

Luckily, the café seemed to have mind their own business again. I think the guy was ready to order when I immediately just had to get it off my chest.

“Hey, um,” I stuttered to say, completely regretting opening my mouth as he turned to me, “I’m really sorry about what happened to you earlier.”

The guy seemed startled at my shot at small talk, which made me want to grab the blowtorch by the kitchen and slowly cremate myself slowly into ashes.

“Oh, uh, don’t be sorry. That scene was all my fault anyways,” he replied. I mean he ain’t lying. If he thought it was fine to bring his chihuahua of a girlfriend for a break up inside the cheaper version of Starbucks, he thought wrong. “Um, by the way, I’m really sorry of the disturbance we caused earlier.” 

Aww, poor baby. His voice sounded so raspy and a little broken. God damn it, I could shove my head into the cash register and just scream.

Why am I like this?!

“Anyways, I just want a regular cappuccino. That’s it.” I snapped back from my thoughts when I remembered the situation I was in. My hands fumbled to type his order into the computer. There was an awkward silence after I tell him the cost and the noise of a receipt printing.

He gave me a small smile as I handed the receipt and one of those circular things that light up when the order was ready to take. As he walked away from me, I slumped myself against the counter. I swear, the vibes this guy’s giving me.

Heavy rain began to pour outside, evoking a sigh of relief from my chest. Nobody was likely to walk in here at this weather unless they were that shamefully desperate for either a) a drink or b) wifi.

I turned to the other young barista here, who was about to prepare the cappuccino. A thought came in my head that I all of a sudden followed. “Hey, Greg, lemme take this order. You can’t do cappuccino designs right- Yeah, anyways, can you take over the register for a few minutes? Thanks.” Greg shuffles to the cash register in a bored manner and I took over what he started.

After I waited for the hot water to fill the cup, I glanced at the same spot the scene happened earlier to catch ex-boyfriend, re-claiming the seats. He sat down, and almost immediately did something like a tissue drop from his pocket.

He just stared at it from his seat and rolled his eyes tiredly. From the way he acted, there was no damn way he had the energy to even get off his ass. The tissue was then left entirely ignored.

Honestly, what a fucking mood.

I look back at the cup and carry it to the side. But as I stir, the guilt and empathy in me started to make me feel sick. 

News flash: Yes, I have a heart. 

Like, maybe I should add a small cookie as a “hey, man, hope ya recover”. I don’t know?

Christ, what the fuck. Since when did I give a crap about customers? This is the time for me to like, I don’t know, roast the guy in my head ‘cause it looks like he can’t handle anymore verbally.

Though, I couldn’t help but pity him. He really did look broken; like he didn’t want any of it to happen. 

I was dumped only a few months ago and I knew how it felt. The ass cheated and turned the thing around on me. In front of everyone at a party. Like in those cartoons where a fucking piano would drop out of nowhere even when it’s being lifted outside the window and nothing made sense but you still never questioned it.

Despite how I knew better, the heaviness of my ex’s words never left my brain for weeks. God, I was going to lose my insanity if I didn’t manage to slap myself and get my shit together. And after that, I don’t really want anyone to suffer that bad I did. 

Anyways, screw those moments. About the guy in the sofa.

Ignoring my second thoughts and for some reason giving a mental screw it while preparing, I finish the drink and walked over to the glass cases. I grab a small container of ice cream, a bottle of iced tea, and a slice of mousse (with Greg not really caring to ask what I was doing. Not that he should, really.) Those are usually stuff I’d eat when searching for comfort food... in a café-esque way, right? Surely other people would too.

My wallet’s gonna call my ass out later. I hate myself. Why am I like this.

I shake away my thoughts and finish his original order. Placing all the additional stuff and the cappuccino on a tray, I held it with (for some reason) a nervous grip while I marched to his spot.

Maybe it was my introverted-ness that goes off every now and then whenever it likes, but I kept on feeling like it was my instincts just terrified of... y’know, him turning down the stuff I have now officially bought for him.

I was basically afraid of rejection. Fuck- just great.

Standing before his table, I noticed he was on his phone and was completely in another world. One leg was crossed over the other and his attention and soul were glued to his screen. The circular beeping thing was on his lap, but since I delivered his order to him without calling his order, I had a hunch he wouldn’t really expect me.  

I smiled sheepishly (as if he would even notice) and lowered the tray, which must’ve surprised him, as he jumped into a proper sitting position. He looked down to see the food and was somewhat baffled.

“Uh, I thought I was going to-“ He gestured to the beeper and I chuckled while shaking my head, taking it from him. “It’s fine. I just thought you wouldn’t really want to walk after I saw you look so... post break-up broken and that kind of shit.”

The guy chuckled under his breath and picked up the cappuccino from the tray. “Well, thanks,” he searched for my name tag, “Y/N.”

When I started to leave, he called out, “Wait, Y/N! I didn’t order this!”

“Oh, yeah, it’s on the house.”

And with his jaw left hanging, I returned to my shift.

It was 37 minutes before my shift was about to end, and I could finally leave. Doing a little stretch behind the counter, I didn’t mean to catch sight of ex-boyfriend, still occupying that sofa, and still looking... I don’t know, depressed? It had been three hours and honestly, he didn’t show any sign of budging.

The rain only grew harder which made it seem reasonable for him not to leave yet; but I mean, the guy was carrying an umbrella and his keys were on the table so what was he waiting for? Jesus to descend and tell him to get his shit together?

Wow, Y/N, stalker much?

I immediately turned away but as I did, I felt eyes looking into back of my head. He must’ve caught me staring at his direction.

He gave me an exasperated smile, and before I knew it, I was now standing by his table. “Hey, dude, I really don’t want to like, invade your privacy or whatever, but my shift’s coming to an end and I just wanted to see if you want to talk about anything. I know it’s unusual for someone like me to check on your wellbeing, especially at the setting we’re in, but you really look like you need company. Don’t want you jumping off a bridge or anything.” 

Ex-boyfriend didn’t say anything for a few seconds and I was now horrified at the fact that he was probably about to awkwardly shoo me away.

“Well, I was hoping you could finish your shift then maybe sit here with me for a while?

[fuck-customers]

I've been working in the supermarket for only little mire than a momth and I'm already fed up. These are some of the more unpleasant encounters I've had with customers in this time: -Maybe third or fourth day in the job and the first day I didn't have someone shadowing me, an elderly lady comes in, and before even saying hello demands someone to come help pack her bags. Now, I'm new and didn't even know we did that kinda thing (apparently this is more common in america but here we don't have designated baggers) and I didn't exactly know who to call for so I fumbled awkwardly for a minute until the lady's adult daughter who was behind her in line stepped in and said she'd help with the bags as she had just finished loading her stuff on the belt too. While I'm cashing out the old lady, I'm having to look up most of the fruit and vegetable numbers in my little booklet because... well, I'm new so at this point I only know apples and bananas off the top of my head bc those are the most common ones. So with everything i look up, she keeps telling me (in a very exasperated tone) what they are. Hey lady guess what. I know these are champignons. If I didn't know what they were, a) I'd ask you, and b) I wouldn't be able to look them up because as you can clearly see from where you are standing, this list does not have pictures. So she kept doing that, and her daughter kept being like "Mom stop, let the young lady work" and I kept getting more pissed off and anxious at the same time because I felt like I was taking too long (on my very first day I even had a panic attack because of this feeling of taking too long) so I said in my best customer service voice: "I'm really sorry I'm taking so long, I just started this job and I don't know everything yet!" And the old lady just said "Yes, I can tell." Like wtf rude!!? Can you just chill?? She also did nit say goodbye or thank you when I said "Have a nice day" as she left, her daughter shot me a look that just screamed "I am so sorry" (The same old lady came back a week or so ago, I only recognized her because she asked for help bagging again and this time I knew what to do and also didn't take as long because by now I have the most important numbers memorized, so she was a lot friendlier to me and even smiled at me, so maybe she was just having a bad day the first time around.) -A man came to my register with a small collection of items and two empty gas cartridges for those water carbonator thingies for at home. Our supermarket does this thing where you can bring in your empty cartridges and exchange them for new ones. However, they come in two sizes and I only had small ones left at my register while the ones the man brought were big. The two or three next registers in front of me were unmanned at this time and I was at the last one so no one behind me. I also couldn't call out to a cashier further down through the speaker system to ask if they had any because of course the speaker at my register didn't work, just my luck. And yelling across three registers was out of the question. So I told the man he'd need to go to another register to exchange his cartridges, at which he got really pissed and started yammering about having to get back in line etc. Sir. You can just walk up and ask, and nobody will complain because the exchange takes next to no time. Anyway, I finish cashing him out and ask if he wants his receipt, as I do with every customer, and in this really rude tone he goes "Yea I guess I DO need it because I HAVE TO GET BACK IN LINE" and walks away without a goodbye of course These next three all happened within the same day, on which I also happened to be really fucking sick but I dragged myself into work because I just got this job and didn't want to be fired. -A man came in with his young son and asked about a point promotion we had in cooperation with the WWF, where for every certain amount spent you'd get a point and with a certain number of points you could get a figurine of one of a few different endangered animals (Elephants, pandas etc) and of course parents and kids were all over that. I used to own a ton of these figurines myself as a kid, now I think my brother has most of mine. But anyway the man asks about these figurines and just earlier I had seen a note about this in the cash office so I told him what I had read on the note- that only registers with an even number have a basket with these toys, which meant I didn't have one because this time I was on register Number 3. He immediately got pissed because of this and was like "God, why don't you guys put a sign up?!" I ofc in customer service mode go "Yes I'm really sorry about that sir, I'm not sure why we don't have one, I'll bring it up with a manager later" yada yada ya know that fake shit but he just keeps bitching about having to get in line again and I have anxiety so I was kinda freaking out and didn't think to tell him that he can just walk right up to a register without getting back in line and ask to check out the toys, which people did all the time while it was going on. He ends up paying for his stuff or whatever and then walks off without saying goodbye (I see a recurring theme, when customers are mad they drop the greetings and basic politeness) and as he's walking off with his son and without a toy he's just muttering about shit service yada yada. -A little while later I was doing a return for a lady who had noticed the mugs she bought scanned for more than the price on them and I had missed the sticker for the new price because it was on the bottom and I hadn't turned the mugs over. She was really nice about it, she could probably also tell I was sick and made an honest mistake out of not being able to focus that well. Anyway I had already called for a superior to authorize the return because cashiers can't do that by themselves and this man I had cashed out a minute ago stomps up, cuts next to the lady, slams down a net of oranges and starts semi-yelling at me for ringing it up wrong- the net didn't have a barcode on it (not sure why, sometimes they do and sometimes they don't and sometimes when they do they don't work... it's weird.) So I punched in the number for oranges and weighed them, because I didn't really know what else to do? The net was supposed to be 2,99 and weighing it made it a little more expensive but not by much, maybe 10 cents- so really nothing to throw such a fit over. I tried to explain and showed the man that it didn't have a barcode to scan so I had no other way to determine a price but he kept interrupting me, telling me he didn't give a shit why I did what I did but that I did it wrong and to fix it and fix it now, yada yada. I could feel a panic attack coming on but the lady I was doing the return for (which nobody had come for yet, by the way) helped keep me calm and shot the guy a dirty look foe being so aggressive, I was super anxious because not only did I have to deal with two people waiting for something now, it was also super busy and I also kept cashing people out while they were waiting and I actually had to call for someone a second time because just nobody was showing up to authorize the damn return, and when someone finally did, the superior took the two of them to a different register to do the return because I had a bunch of people in line with big carts. -The last one for that day wasn't even that big of a deal but it still kinda pissed me off just because I was already upset from the previous encounters- a customer came up with a few cans of... let's say beans for simplicity- and he had stuck these stickers on them from a promotion we had going on, they had their own barcode and if you scan that barcode and then scan the product it takes a percentage off this product. However I had not seen the stickers until the guy pointed them out after I pulled through about five of the cans, because as I said I was having trouble concentrating because I was sick and the stickers were almost exactly the same color as the cans so I had simply missed them. The guy didn't trip about it and I called over the speaker for someone to authorize cancelling the proces so I could restart the process since I'm unable to apply the discount manually. A few minutes of awkeard waiting unable to continue pass and no one comes. I call out a second time, assuming I had simply not been heard or understood as my voice wasn't in the best shape, so i made sure to speak extra clearly. A few more mintes pass. Nothing. I call out a third and a fourth time, and after a total of what felt like probably ten minutes someone FINALLY got their ass to my register so I could do my thing. Of course customers in line had started getting impatient and I had heard one guy saying "oh my god what kinda bullshit is this" (i know right, it doesn't normally take this long i swear, normally someone's with you within a minute!!) Of course that guy did not greet me or respond to anything, just wordlessly held up his card to indicate how he wanted to pay and then left without a word. Please don't do that? It's not my fault that apparently everyone didn't hear me calling out four fucking times. Also on the same day, I had to stay on the clock for an extra 20 minutes because my register and no. 6 and I think one other one were the only manned ones and 6 was currently switching with someone, so my coworker that I don't like because she always talks to me like I'm stupid came up and told me to wait with clocking out until they were done switching which took them pretty long as they're both new. Like please you can clearly tell I'm sick just let me go home who cares if there's only one register open for a few minutes? The store wasn't even that busy at the time. The only reason I had something to do all of those 20 minutes was that the customers that came up had their carts filled to the brim. Guess who ended up in the emergency clinic shortly after because I'd been working all week despite being sick and got a pretty severe ear infection as a result? That's right, it was me.

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playing house | 8 (final)

member: hoseok x reader word count: 2,552 warnings: vague smut?, feels

summary: it’s not like you’re hard pressed for cash, but there is that spring break trip you need to save up for, so why not grab your best friend and pretend to be a couple for some research study? what could possibly go wrong?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 (m) Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Avoiding one person is relatively easy, especially when you know their schedule. Avoiding seven people, all with varying schedules, is much harder, especially once you come to the conclusion that six of them are conspiring together.

Jimin and Taehyung tag team you in the cafeteria between classes and Namjoon nearly corners you in the library. Jungkook spots you on your rare once-a-month trip to the gym, meanwhile, Jin and Yoongi visit you at work.

It’s always just small talk from them: asking how you are, saying they miss you, and clearly dancing around what happened (or what they think happened) in order to make you comfortable. You do miss them - so much, in fact - but you can’t help the sneaking suspicion that they’re reporting back to a certain someone.

This whole thing is becoming exhausting, honestly.

Yoongi manages to convince you to go out to lunch with him one Sunday afternoon.

“Meet me at my place at 11,” Yoongi tells you over the phone.

“Uh, no, I’ll meet you at the restaurant.” There’s no way you’re going to their house, not when Hoseok could be there.

“Y/N, I swear to God. Don’t be difficult. It makes more sense to take one car, and my place is closer anyway. And Hobi won’t even be here. He and Jimin are going to some dance class thing.”

Humming your disapproval, you sigh into the phone. “I don’t know.”

“Don’t be a baby about this.”

“I’m not!” You groan. “Fine, I’ll be there at 11. You’re driving.”

Which brings you here, at Yoongi and the boys’ place at 10:55 am. You pull into the driveway and text Yoongi.

> I’m here asshole.

>> Good. Come inside. I’m working on something. I won’t be long.

Groaning, you get out of your car and make your way to the door. You find it unlocked, so you walk inside, kicking off your shoes.

“Yoongi, hurry up! I’m hungry.”

“Come up here! I wanna show you something,” you hear his voice from upstairs.

Looking around cautiously, you slowly make your way up the stairs and into his room. He’s at his desk, working on some music when you walk in. He looks over at you and gives a nod, slipping off his headphones.

“Oh, hey noona! Thought I heard you.”

Jungkook smiles from the doorway, and you return it, waving your fingers at him.

“Hey, kiddo.”

He scrunches his nose at the nickname but walks over to you anyway, arms opening to give you a hug that you return just as tightly. When he pulls away, his hands linger on your shoulders, and you look up at him, quirking a brow. Jungkook’s eyes glance over your shoulder at Yoongi then back to you, before he smiles sheepishly.

“I’m sorry, noona.”

“Wha-?”

Before you can finish, Jungkook bends and picks you up over his shoulder. Squealing and squirming in his arms, Jungkook moves quickly and just as fast as you were picked up, you’re put down again.

“Have fun!” And he closes a door in front of you.

You’re disoriented at the fast movement and go to open the door, but it’s locked.

“Jungkook, what the fuck?” You bang on the door, groaning loudly. You turn around, curious as to where he put you, freezing when you lock eyes with Hoseok, who is sitting up straight on his bed, headphones in his hands.

“Fuck.” You’re back to trying to open the door, but it’s no use. One look at the doorknob shows that where the lock usually is, there's nothing. “You assholes reversed the doorknob! Seriously, guys? This isn’t funny!”

When there is no sound from the hallway, you sigh and turn around again.

Hoseok is standing now, blinking in confusion as to why you're suddenly locked in his room. His eyes are wide, lips parted as if he were wanting to speak. He manages, finally, stuttering out a “Hi”.

Ignoring him, you walk forward to his desk where his window is. Hoseok watches you pull his blinds up and unlock the window, sliding it open. He only speaks again when he sees you climbing onto his desk, swinging a leg over the window ledge.

“Whoa, wait, what are you doing?” He’s over to you in seconds, grabbing your arm, which you promptly pull away.

“Leaving.”

“We’re on the second floor.”

“So, I’ll tuck and roll.” You swing your other leg over, your body still inside, butt resting on the window ledge.

“Do you really hate me that much?”

His words are a punch in the gut. Your grip on the window is tight, knuckles white, as you pause your efforts of escape. Do you hate him? No. You could never. You hate yourself, really. But you know you can't tell him that. He wouldn't want to listen to your pity party, anyway.

"I don't hate you," you admit, voice just barely above a whisper.

He must hear you because he scoffs, and you can hear the bed rustle beneath his weight. Sighing, you eye the distance to the ground from his window. There really is no safe way of getting down, and you'd rather not break any bones today, so you grit your teeth and climb back inside, shutting his window.

There's still the problem of being locked inside this room with Hoseok.

Slipping your phone out, you send a few nasty text messages to Yoongi and Jungkook. You send several to Yoongi, actually. He leaves you on read, which is such a dick move because that means he turned his read receipts on just so you know that he left you on read.

"Dick," you grumble, sinking into the chair, facing away from Hoseok.

It's beyond awkward. The tension is so thick, you can barely breathe. Your senses are on overload, everything around you 10x what it normally is. You can hear Hoseok breathing behind you; you can hear the cars passing outside. Your clothes feel itchy against your skin, and the collar of your t-shirt digs into your throat. If your climbing anxiety isn't bad enough, it gets worse when your stomach lets out a loud rumble.

The room is silent again, for a few seconds at least. You hear movement from Hoseok, a bag rustling, and something dropping onto the desk next to you. Your gaze follows the noise to land on a granola bar.

Stubbornness is damned, you're starving, so you grab the bar and nibble on it quietly, muttering a "thanks" to him softly.

Neither of you speaks again for another hour. It's actually a bit concerning that no one has checked in. Maybe they left the house. They're probably out eating, having a good time, while you're stuck here in the most awkward situation you've ever been in. You wonder if they're all in on this, Yoongi having convinced everyone to get out of the house for the day. God, you hope they don't leave you here all day.

A throat clears, causing you to jump slightly, realizing too slowly that it's Hoseok. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you look down at your phone. It's at 27% battery. While you're contemplating the better option - being bored out of your mind with a dead phone, asking to use his charger, or jumping out the window - you feel the chair moving, and next thing you know, your facing Hoseok.

The first thing you notice as you look up at his face is that he looks tired. It breaks your heart thinking about how many sleepless nights he's had since he moved out. You've had enough yourself to know how bad he must be hurting.

Unable to hold his gaze any longer, you look away. Heart hammering against your chest, you hope he can't hear it. You want so badly to just stand up and hug him - kiss away all the pain.

"Y/N." His voice cracks on a syllable of your name, and you hope he doesn't catch the way you wince at it. "What did I do wrong? Please, tell me."

Tears are already welling in your eyes, stinging them as you blink rapidly to hold them back. He stares at you for what feels like an eternity, but you don't answer, and he turns away with a frustrated sigh, kicking a small pile of clutter beside his bed.

"You didn't."

Hoseok stands straighter at your voice but doesn't make another move.

You repeat yourself. "You didn't do anything wrong."

He surprises you then, by laughing. But it's hollow and humorless, and the sound just hurts you even more.

"Hoseok, I..." You want so badly to say the words you've wanted to say from the beginning. Words you always knew, always felt were real, but never realized it. However, you stay silent.

"I don't understand. I was so patient. I didn't push you. I thought... I thought everything was okay. I thought I was giving you what you wanted!"

When you continue to stay silent, he continues talking, progressively getting more and more frustrated. You don't blame him.

"I just... I don't know what else you want me to do, Y/N! I did what you said. I pretended like nothing happened. If I did anything wrong, you could have told me. You know that I'll always listen. I don't know why that changed. I want to understand. So, so much. But I can't when it feels like I'm talking to a fucking wall! Y/N, what did I do?!"

"Nothing!" You shout, eyes lifting to his, the tears you tried so hard to hold in slipping down your cheeks. "You didn't do anything, okay?! And that's the problem. That's why this is so shitty. God, it'd be so easy to hate you. But I can't because you didn't do anything wrong."

Somewhere in the middle of your speech, you stand. His face softens slightly, seeing you so upset. You sniffle, running a hand through your hair and laughing bitterly.

"I'm so, so stupid. I was so stupid and scared of losing you, so I pushed you away because I couldn't stand you leaving me. And I'm-" A hiccup interrupts you, and you wipe your cheeks. "I'm so sorry."

Hoseok opens his mouth to speak, but you shake your head.

"No, wait." You take a deep breath and try to steady your breathing. "Hoseok, I am so, so sorry. I was so selfish, and I know I hurt you. I'm not expecting you to forgive me. But, I... I just want you to know how sorry I am. And I'm sorry that it took this long to apologize. And God, I wish I could take it all back because I miss you so much.

I miss all the mundane, domestic bullshit, like watching tv together and cooking dinner together and brushing our teeth together. I miss fighting over the covers with you. I miss when you laugh at my terrible cooking. God, I miss your laugh. And your smile. Hobi, you light up a freaking room, and I just... miss you being there."

Hoseok's eyes follow your every movement while you talk, brow scrunched together in thought and confusion. Until you say his name - his nickname - and you don't even notice the small twinge of his lip. When you're done and look away, out of fear for his reaction, he flounders for a moment, processing your words and choosing his own with care.

After what feels like an eternity, he takes a slow step forward. "I would never leave you."

"You say that, but-"

"No, Y/N, you don't get it." You watch him take another step, then another, until he's only a foot away. He licks his lips. "I would never walk away from you if you wanted me to stay."

Your lip trembles, eyes looking up into his, a question on your tongue, but you say nothing.

Hoseok sees your hesitation, sees your fear. "Did you want me to stay?"

"Yes."

It comes out faster than you realize, and the relief that washes over Hoseok's face warms you. You nod your head, affirming what you said.

"I did want you to stay."

That's all he needs to hear before he reaches for you, grabbing your face and pressing his lips to yours. You grab his wrists, but not to push him away. You're so afraid of him letting go, so you hold him tightly as you kiss him back, stepping forward to press your body against his. The warmth of his body is familiar in a delicious way, and you want to feel more. Lifting your arms, you wrap them around Hoseok's neck, lifting yourself on your toes in an attempt to draw yourself nearer.

He pulls away, forehead pressing to yours, his eyes closed as he catches his breath. "Y/N..." he starts, slowly opening his eyes to gaze into yours. His lips part, but he can't seem to push the words out.

But somehow, you know. Nodding your head, nose brushing his, you tell him. "I know."

It's you who kisses him this time, slow, soft presses of your lips to his, then his cheeks and his neck. He sighs, hand moving to card his fingers through your hair, gripping it at the base. Light nips of your teeth against his collarbone makes him hiss, and his fist tightens at your scalp. Hoseok walks you backward, guiding you until your legs meet his bed. He crawls over you as you lay back on the comforter, scooting up until your head falls onto his pillow.

Everything smells like him, and you want to drown in it. After being used to his scent for so long, and then to suddenly have it fade away, you want nothing more than to be wrapped up with him forever. Him and only him.

Hoseok's lips find your skin as he peels away your clothing slowly, and with each item removed, he presses kisses to the newly exposed skin. You're on fire, despite just having started. By the time he slips your underwear off and presses and open-mouthed kiss to your core, you're shaking. Hoseok groans, finding you so wet for him already. Immediately you sit up and pull off his shirt while he helps you with his pants and boxers.

Neither of you wants to waste any time. You're more than ready for him, so he kisses your lips once, twice, before pushing his length into you. Your teeth catch your lower lip, trying not to moan too loudly, and then you remember they probably left you both alone. However, your anger at them still lingers, and you hope they are still home. You hope they hear you.

Everything is slow and passionate, bearing exactly the emotions and feelings you have harbored for each other this whole time. You come together, each other's names on your lips. Once he's cleaned you both up best he can without access to the bathroom, you lay in his arms, unable to take your eyes off his, and neither, it seems, can he.

"I love you," you whisper, fingertips tracing his cheekbone, thumb gliding over his lips. There are about a million other words you need to tell him, but these suffice for now.

Hoseok smiles something radiant, lips puckering against your thumb. "I love you, too."

Author’s Note: Thank you to everyone who has read, commented, and supported me through this fic. I’m sad to see it end, but at least it’s a happy ending~

Look out for the epilogue, coming in the next couple of weeks.

Once again, thank you, and feel free to leave feedback <3

xo Tyler

[singingunderthecurtain]

Tear You Apart (Chanyeol Oneshot Smut)

Picture not mine, found everything on Google

Author: @julietsoddeye  AU: Canon/EXO Universe Genre: Smut | Angst Pairing: Chanyeol x Hyoeun (OC) Trigger Warning: Strong Language, Slapping, Rough Sex, Hair Pulling, Daddy Kink, Choking Word Count: 7,020

Plot: Hyoeun and Chanyeol have known and hated each other for four years. All they ever do is bicker and fight like children and their friends are almost getting tired of it. During EXO's most anticipated Halloween Party, Hyoeun accidentally went into Chanyeol's room as she was looking for a bathroom to use.

A/N:  Hi, hi, hi, hi again lmfao. I am back with another oneshot smut lmfaoooooo. Obviously, this fic is inspired by the song "Tear You Apart" by She Wants Revenge. This has nothing to do with Vampires or American Horror Story, this song is really old and I loved it the first time I heard it years and years ago!!!

He is attractive, I admit that part. But damn that boy is annoying as hell. A grown-ass man who cannot stay put for even just a second, who the fuck does that? I don’t get why people love him so much if only the fans knew how he is in real life.

He’s sleazy, he’s playful and not in a good way. He’s rude and just all around irritating. In short, he is a fuck boy. Wait no, no. He is the fuck boy. I guess he was well trained in acting because all of his fans adored him. He would act cute, innocent and all that shit, but behind all those acts, hides a trashy excuse for a person.

Every time I see him, even just a strand of his hair, ruins my day. I don’t understand why Iseul keeps asking him to hang out, and he keeps coming back to hang out even though all we ever do whenever we see each other is bicker.

Much to Chohee and Jongdae’s annoyance, it’s their call. I told them not to bring Chanyeol to any of our play dates, but Jongdae said Chanyeol and Baekhyun are the only people who are willing to come along. Iseul, on the other hand, enjoys it whenever she sees me and Chanyeol always on our throats about each other.

Jongdae was allowed to date Iseul, but EXO’s manager said that whenever they want to see each other in public, they have to have a company with them so that people wouldn’t suspect. You know so it would look like just a fun hangout time with friends, which to me sounds really ridiculous because their fans are not that stupid, but stupid enough not to know of Chanyeol’s real personality.

“Ugh, why does he have to go too?” I groaned, kicking Iseul’s thighs off my legs as I stood up to go to my room’s bathroom.

“Well… to be honest, Jongdae can go alone. But Baekhyun and Chanyeol wanted to come too.” Iseul explains.

“I’m going out if he’s going here; it’s okay if only Jongdae and Baekhyun show up, not him.” I refuse to say his name. Baekhyun was just as annoying, but since he’s nice to me, I can tolerate him. Chanyeol was never nice to me, not ever. Not even when we first met.

“It's fine Hyoeun, I can’t stop you. But where are you going?” Iseul asks as she spread around my bed. I got out my bathroom when I finished my business and grabbed my purse and stuffed my phone, keys, and wallet in it.

“I’m going to eat dinner alone, drink coffee at Starbucks and maybe do some late night grocery shopping. Do you need me to buy anything for you?” I said in one breath. Iseul stood up and we both exit my room.

“You know what I like, and buy a lot of it!” Iseul said and jumped up to give me a quick kiss on my cheek since I am way taller than her.

“Honey Butter Chips got it!” I clicked my tongue and gave her a quick wink. “I’m going grocery shopping, anything for you Chohee eonni?” I shout out to Chohee who was in the kitchen baking some cookies.

“Honey Butter Chips!!!” She excitedly shouts back! I can tell she’s smiling, by the sound of her voice.

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Well shit. How convenient, just as I was about to call Chohee to ask if the visitors are still there, my phone suddenly want to act like a bitch and died on me. I swear to God, technology hates me.

“Well, you forgot to charge your phone, duh!” I whisper to myself as I was standing up from my seat.

It’s already 10 PM on a Friday night and Starbucks is closing for the night. I already did my mini grocery shopping a while ago. I have one bag full of honey butter chips and one bag full of random necessities of mine and around the house.

It’s relatively late and the EXO guys are probably on their way home. Thank God I don’t have to see him tonight, it was already an agony to be acquainted with him, and do I really need to suffer more with his presence? I deserve to be happy in life too.

I am aware of his pretty boyish face, his towering height, and his eyes that can melt you with just a stare. Also, his lips that look soft and kissable and his soft-looking hair that screams ‘run your fingers through me!’ whenever I see it…

“Oh God, stop your thoughts.” I cringed as I said those words to myself.

I need to stop thinking about him that way, his attitude is already enough to send me through the roof with hatred. But for some reason, I cannot deny that I am physically attracted to him.

Well, he’ll never know anyway unless I tell him, which I will never do, ever, not even on my deathbed. Not even if it’s the last thing that can save my life. Not even if it will cure me of whatever malady I will chalk up in the future when I get really old.

Never will he get the satisfaction of knowing how I sometimes think about him whenever my ovulation cycle comes around and I feel particularly horny for no reason at all.

Or how he is the main subject and object of every vivid as hell wet dreams I have night after night. He will never be gratified with the knowledge of my little crush and make fun of me with it for the rest of my life.

NEVER!!! EVER!!!

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“Can you stop right there?” I said to the cab driver while pointing at where my stop is, in front of my apartment complex. He carefully turns the wheel to the right and stopped the vehicle exactly in front of the door of the building.

“Thank you,” I said as the ahjussi hand in my card back along with the receipt from the credit card machine. He gave me a polite smile and a single head bow to acknowledge my thanks.

I got out the car effortlessly, balancing the two eco bags I have on both hands. When I got to the elevator, I pushed level 5 and fished for my keys inside my bag.

I got in front of our door and I can hear the muffled sound of a movie playing inside. Maybe Chohee and Iseul are still up, it’s Friday night after all.

Our door has digital locks, but I still prefer the old-fashioned lock and keys. Also, I don’t want to let them know that I’m home, if I use the digital lock, it will make a loud beeping sound indicating that it was unlocked.

When I successfully unlocked the door with my keys silently, I turned the knob as gently as possible and pushed it open. The surround sound and the horror movie they were watching helped a lot and they didn’t even turn their heads when I got in.

They were all focused on the television while hugging their respective throw pillows in front of them, except for Iseul. Her head was buried in Jongdae’s chest and his arms are snaked protectively around her frame, as she hates horror movies.

Well she doesn’t really hate it, she just doesn’t like the jump scares because she gets startled easily. Convincing her to watch a horror movie tonight is beyond me.

I saw that there are only 4 people watching the movie. And I recognize that Chanyeol wasn’t one of them, maybe he didn’t go after all. I did a tiny celebratory dance and grinned with triumph.

Since the only source of light was the television, I slowly crept my way to my bedroom and I saw that the door was slightly ajar and the light was on. What, did I forget to turn off the lights? I was sure I did and even closed the door.

Maybe Iseul or Chohee went in to get something and forgot to turn it off, they always do that anyway. I pushed the door slightly and I was surprised by what I saw lying on my bed.

“What the fu—“ I whispered to myself but I stopped midway. What the hell is Chanyeol doing on my bed? Who the fuck allowed him to sleep on it?

I closed the door behind me silently and dropped all the things I was carrying on the floor to make a sound. It did make a tiny sound but he was still unmoving. I cleared my throat. Cleared it again two times after a few seconds, three times, four, and then five but nothing happened. He was still motionless and I can hear him snoring slightly.

“Seriously?” I voiced out this time. I’m determined to wake him up without touching him. I mean I would like to touch him but I hate him also, so that is not an option right now.

How dare he even enter my room without my permission? It was the only place that I can be free of his presence and there he is, ruining it again for me. I thought I wouldn’t see him tonight, but I was very wrong.

I walked near the bed where he is, dragging my feet in the process but since the floor was carpeted, it didn’t do much with the sound. I peered silently just to check him out a little bit. A little peep doesn’t hurt, right? Also, I’m thinking of maybe kicking or slapping him awake.

As I stare at him, the hotter my skin felt. It’s in the middle of autumn and it was pretty cold outside. The air condition in the house is room temperature.

But his closed eyes are so pretty with those thick lashes, his makeup-less skin is also pretty; it looks smooth and supple with only a couple imperfections. His nose compliments his face with proportions and his lips… Those plump and pink lips scream ‘Kiss Me!’.  

I think my only problem with him physically was his ears, but damn even those are cute as fuck. He looks like a fucking hobbit. A huge Hobbit at that!!!

God fucking dammit, Park Chanyeol, you are very handsome! Are you even real? Are you even human? Fuck! What I would give just to kiss you right now.

“Why don’t you take a picture, it’ll last longer,” Chanyeol said with a huge taunting grin without opening his eyes.

“Holy shit!” I almost shat my pants with surprise when he suddenly spoke.

Just like those stupid dramas you see on the television, I lost my balance and I dove on top of him on my bed. I closed my eyes, prepared for the clash of our bodies together.

“Woah!” Chanyeol exclaimed as he caught me and he wrapped his arms around my waist for some reason.

I didn’t dare open my eyes, afraid and embarrassed with the current situation. The feel of his touch burned right through my clothes and onto my skin. Holy shit don’t fucking blush, Hyoeun DO. NOT. FUCKING. BLUSH!!!

I felt Chanyeol’s chest vibrate with a silent laughter and the air he let out through his nose envelope my face like a relaxing hot steam. I finally decided to open my eyes and the sight of his smug look made my face turn sour.

“You’re blushing, Hyoeun-ah. Do you like me that much?” Chanyeol said and his smug never left his face. I pushed myself off of him, but his grip on my waist tightened, refusing to let me go.

“Let go of me Chanyeol.” I hiss silently as I keep on trying to push myself off, but wouldn’t let me.

“No. Answer my question first.” He smiled knowingly at me. Both my arms are either side of his face now.

“What question?” I asked with my brows connected with a frown.

“What are you doing?” His lips curled slightly on one side as he asks.

“Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that? What are you doing in my room?” I retaliate.

“I was snooping around; it’s my first time seeing your room. And I guess I fell asleep.” He answered arrogantly as if it’s normal to pry on anyone’s property.

“Who told you to enter my room? Nobody enters here except my roommates!” I ask another question as I try to wiggle myself off his gripe.

“The more you strife, the more I will tighten my grip Hyoeun-ah.” The heat of his breath on my face reminds me of a warm summer breeze and it’s making me want to close my eyes, but I fight it off.

“Let me go Chanyeol!” I protested the more.

“Just answer my question.” He grins up at me.

“I was planning on kicking your face to wake you up.” I sighed my answer to him; feeling exhausted all of a sudden.

The truth is, Chanyeol, I was checking you out. I was looking at your freaking beautiful face with your stupid almost perfect skin and your stupid pretty eyelashes that flutter like butterfly wings whenever you blink. And your perfectly-sized nose that compliments your face very well and, your juicy as fuck lips that I want to ravage so bad.

Of course, I can never voice that out.

“You can get off me now, or do you really want to stay that bad?” He scoffs at me with a tiny chuckle.

I didn’t even realize that his hug on my waist was already gone. I was distracted by my thoughts of him. I hate you Park Chanyeol!!!

“I uh— yeah, no.” I stutter and quickly jump off Chanyeol and brushed my clothes as if I stood up from sand.

I turned my back on him, facing my bathroom door and I swear to God I heard a tiny sigh exit his mouth. Maybe I just imagined it, because Chanyeol is incapable of feelings. For the last four years, I have known him, I’ve witnessed all the girls he has hurt left and right. One of the reasons why I hate Park Chanyeol.

“Please get out. I’m tired and I’m going to sleep.” I crossed my arms in front of my chest, still facing my bathroom door. I heard no movement from him.

“You know you want me to stay.” Chanyeol teased.

“Not tonight Chanyeol, I’m not in the mood.” I sighed in defeat, burying my face in my palms.

“Fine,” Chanyeol said as I heard him shift off the bed and my bedroom door opens. Wow, this is new. Usually, Chanyeol will press his shit on and continue pissing me off, but he also gave up.

“By the way, we have an early Halloween party on the 28th. I’m pretty sure Iseul will bring you along anyway, but you should come. I’m inviting you, thank me later.” Chanyeol added and slam my door shut with a loud bang.

What the fuck was that? Why would he think I will come just because he invited me?

---

I don’t know how Chohee and Iseul convinced me and why I said yes to their convincing, but here we are now on our way to EXO’s dorm for their Halloween party. It was our first time going there and two of EXO’s managers picked us up, blabbering about how we should not spread around where EXO currently lives.

They have moved EXO 2 times this year already because Sasaengs keep finding out their current location. Of course, we already know all the rules, but I get it, he was just being cautious.

“Here we are. You girls go up first; I need to buy more food for the party.” Jongdae’s manager said as the driver, another EXO manager, and pull up the van into a stop in a fancy condominium underground parking lot.

“Do you need help oppa?” Iseul said, genuinely offers help.

“It’s fine, we can do it.” He said and Chohee slid open the door for us to exit.

“Are you sure, we can really help.” Iseul offered again as she smiled at the older man.

“You’re already in your costumes, just go! Their unit is on the eighteenth floor.”

As we stood in front of the elevator door, waiting for the lift to go down from the twenty-fifth, I checked my outfit on the reflective door. Green sleeveless dress with a thick black waistband in the middle, the dress ends just three inches above my knees, white knee-high schoolgirl socks and simple black ballet flats. I’m supposed to look like Buttercup.

I look to my left and Iseul is retouching her lipstick, holding her cushion compact to her face. She is wearing a red-sleeved A-line dress with a similar black waistband like mine. Her dress is shorter compared to mine, it just barely covers her ass. Her socks higher about two inches below the hem of the dress and it hugged her toned legs well. Her three-inch heels made her look almost as tall as me. She’s supposed to be Blossom and the big-ass bow on her head confirms that.

“Do I look okay?” Chohee asks as she smoothes out the back of her dress.

“You look hot!” I confirmed with a wink and tongue click. The bubbles of our group, wearing a loose-fitting blue dress with a black stretchy belt around her waist. She’s also wearing the same knee high socks as mine and her favorite black chucks.

Our costumes scream our personality well. Iseul with her girly, borderline sultry style. Chohee with her cuteness. And me? Well, they tell me I’m a classic beauty, but I think I’m just plain and simple. And I like things like that, clean.

When we got to the eighteenth floor, there were only two doors there 1801 and 1802. The one on the left, 1801 was decorated with a cutout of a Jack-o-lantern with a few bats pasted around it and some cotton styled as cobwebs for effects.

We got in front of door 1801 and it suddenly flies open to reveal Jongdae’s face; he was wearing a Harry Potter costume. A scar on his forehead and circle specs with no lens. The sounds of medium volume music and laughter can be heard from the inside.

“Shit Jongdae, you scared me!” Iseul jumps up and dropped her purse on the floor. Jongdae laughed as he picks up his girlfriend’s bag.

“You look so hot,” Jongdae said and he licked his lips as he eyes Iseul from head to toe.

“I know!” Iseul sarcastically answered, she slightly hit Jongdae’s chest a little bit and giggled like a school girl.

“Wait, who are you guys supposed to be?” Jongdae scratched his head in confusion and touched the big bow on top of his girlfriend’s head.

“Duh, we’re the Powerpuff Girls!” Chohee scoffs with a laugh. The three of us rolled our eyes in unison.

“I’ve never watched that show, how would I know.” Jongdae chuckles guiltily. Iseul’s hands automatically snaked around her boyfriend’s waist and Jongdae’s hand settle on her butt and gave it a slight squeeze out of habit.

“Do you always have to flaunt your relationship to us?” I said under my breath and Chohee’s lips curled in a stifled smile on one side and gave me a tiny nudge to stop me from talking.

“What was that?” Jongdae asks and looks back at me as we walk through the hallway deep into their dorm. I guess he didn’t hear what I said.

“Nothing.” I smiled innocently and Jongdae smiled back.

“Guys they’re here!” Jongdae announced with his borderline annoying voice as we got to the living room.

Everyone looked at us and it suddenly made me feel conscious. I looked up and scan the room to see Chanyeol’s arms wrapped around the shoulders of two girls. He was wearing a Joker costume, his hair green in color, styled messily looking very stiff as wires with white spray on color on a small spot on the right side.

He smirked at me when our eyes met and I gave him a dirty look. His Joker makeup makes him look extra hot for some reason. And I shake my head slightly to stop my brain from side-tracking again.

“My favorite girls are here!!!” Chanyeol exclaimed and left the two girls hanging. He made his way to us and attempted to grab me by my arms, but I swatted him off.

“Don’t touch me, Chanyeol.” I scowl at him and I heard some of the girls in the mini crowd heaves excessive breaths as if I did something illegal.

“You must be Hyoeun?” I heard someone said and I looked up to see who I recognized as Suho walking towards us, he removed the half mask he was wearing as he walked. I guess he must be Erik from The Phantom of the Opera.

Baekhyun, who was wearing Cony-inspired pieces of clothing, was silently laughing in the background when I pushed Chanyeol off. He whispered something to someone who I think was Sehun and they high-fived each other.  What was that about?

“Hi, I’m Suho, EXO’s leader. You can call me by my real name, Junmyeon.” He added and offered his hand to me first.

“Yes, I am Hyoeun. Nice to meet you Junmyeon-ssi.” I answered and gladly took his hand and gave him a genuine smile before I frown again as I look back at Chanyeol when I felt his hand land on my shoulder.

He gave me a knowing smirk on his face that tells me that tonight will be a long night for me. I know that he will do ways to piss me off and not enjoy the party. God, remind me again why I even agreed to go here?

“Hi, I’m Chohee,” Chohee said and shook hands with Junmyeon.

“Junmyeon,” Junmyeon said with a big welcoming grin on his face. He looks like a politician right now.

“Hiiiiii!” Iseul greeted extensively while she’s waving at him. Jongdae’s mouth formed an adoring smile when Iseul acted cutely.

“Hiiii! Nice to see you again, Iseul-ssi.” Junmyeon repeated her tone and giggled.

“So you came. I knew you’d come for me.” Chanyeol inched closer and whispered to me. His sleaziness is making me want to vomit and I haven’t drink any alcohol yet.

“I didn’t come here because of you.” I scoffed at him. Junmyeon, Chohee, Iseul, and Jongdae looked at us. It wasn’t intended to be loud, but I guess some people near us heard it.

“Why don’t you all drop your bags in my room first, girls?” Jongdae cleared his throat and interrupted the already starting razz between me and Chanyeol.

I flick his hand off of my shoulder and walked after Jongdae, Iseul, and Chohee who were already on their way to the stairs. I swing my bag, making sure I hit Chanyeol and I heard a thud. When I looked back, he was stumped on the floor while cradling his stomach. He looked up at me with pure hatred in his eyes.

“Oops.” I put my hands up to my lips, toss my right foot up and proceeded to jog my way up the stairs. I heard Baekhyun making fun of Chanyeol now when I reached the top.

---

Three tequila shots and 4 cups of beer later, I feel like peeing. So I went to the bathroom to relieve myself. When I was near it, Chanyeol suddenly came out of nowhere and beat me to the door. He stopped just outside it and held the door so I can’t come in.

“Chanyeol please let me go first!” I called out over all the different noise. This was our first interaction again after I hit him in the stomach earlier.

“But I got here first.” He taunts and gave me a smug look. He got inside and sticks out his tongue at me before closing the door.

“Park Chanyeol, I swear to God I hate you so much!” I scowl as I keep banging the door and I can hear his laughter from behind the door.

“Hi Hyoeun, right?” I stopped banging the door and look up to see the pretty face of Oh Sehun.

“Y—yeah…” My voice trembled as I concentrate hard not to piss myself right there.

“I get it now…” Sehun’s words trail off as he keeps bobbing his head up and down while looking at me with a sly smile on his lips. “Are you okay?” He suddenly asked when he saw my struggle.

“Do you have another bathroom I can use?” I asked as I sink my nails into my palms.

“Oh, there’s another one upstairs,” Sehun answered with a smile. I quickly bowed to him and brisk walk my way to the stairs, leaving him suddenly with his mouth open in slight shock.

I was already upstairs when I realized I haven’t asked which door was the bathroom. Oh well, I just have to open each door to find out.

I went in front of the first door, grabbed the handle and twist it slowly. I pushed the door to see a man and a woman making out on the bed. They didn’t seem to hear me so I quietly closed the door again. I can feel my heartbeat pulsing in my head now. The urgency of wanting to pee mixed with seeing two people making out is not a good feeling at all.

“What are you doing?” His deep voice suddenly spoke when I successfully opened and almost pushing the door agape. I swear to God I almost peed my pants!

“Don’t fucking startle me Chanyeol, I’m looking for the restroom! I need to pee!” I almost screamed at him.

“That’s my bedroom…”

“Do you have a bathroom in there?” I asked.

“Yeah…”

“Good!”

I proceeded to push his bedroom door wide and flick the lights on, I was met with a relatively clean room. The bed was made and an acoustic guitar is resting on it. The room was full of other instruments and toys, but they were all nicely placed in their respective corners.

I saw another door that was slightly ajar and I can make out the shape of a toilet bowl. I sighed in relief and ran my way to it, not wasting any time. I flick on the light and slam the door shut, locking it in the process. I then started to pull the skirt of my dress up and pushed my underwear down and did my business.

“Hooooly shit!!!” I moaned out as my pee flow voluntarily out of me. The feeling of bliss when I’m finally relieved was making me feel like I’m in heaven.

I think this night is my lucky night because when I grabbed the toilet paper, it was just enough for me to wipe myself. I threw the used toilet paper in the bin and flushed the toilet. When I got out the bathroom after washing my hands, Chanyeol was sitting on his bed waiting for me. His guitar was already placed on a stand next to his digital piano.

“Uh— you’re out of toilet paper.” I awkwardly stated his gaze at me hard and unreadable.

“Hmm…” Was Chanyeol’s only response, it was so silent it’s almost a whisper.

“Yeah, thanks for letting me use your bathroom.” I cleared my throat.

“I didn’t, you just decided on yourself.” He said matter-of-factly.

“Well you went to my bedroom without my permission too, it’s only fair right?” I started walking out of the door, but his hot palm caged my wrist.

With wide eyes, I twist myself dramatically to look at him and he suddenly crashed his lips on me. His other hand cupped the nape of my neck to stop me from pulling away from him. His lips slowly started to move causing mine to dance along. The heat of his palm burned the skin of the back of my neck.

“Tell me you hate this, tell me to stop.” He said with a steady breath when he disconnects our lips, his grip on me still strong. I glance between his eyes that burned with passion and his lips which are slightly moistened by his own saliva. I contemplated for a moment if I should kiss him back.

“I hate you.” I murmur and pull him to me by his necktie, crashing our lips together again.

His grip on my wrist loosened and the hand that left found its way around my waist and Chanyeol pull me towards him. I felt him on my stomach, already hard and needy. He fisted my hair now and tugs it a little bit and a whimper escaped from my mouth.

“You like that, don’t you?” He asks breathlessly. He didn’t even give me time to answer and his mouth already found its way on my neck, tracing kisses, leaving a burning feeling as he goes along.  His grip on my hair grows stronger as he sucks on the sensitive skin of my neck.

“Chanyeol…” I whimper as my hands caress his clothed chest.

“Hmm…” He responded in between kisses.

“Did you lock the door?” I ask as I begin to loosen his necktie. He stopped kissing my neck to look at me, his eyes hooded full of intensity.

“I did.” Chanyeol simply answered. He completely let go of me and back up near his bed.

In one swift move, he removed his jacket off of him and ripped his vest open; some buttons flew all over his room. Leaving him only with an undershirt and a tie that I loosen just a few seconds ago. He sat down on the edge of his bed and motioned for me to come near with his middle and forefinger up.

I did as instructed and walked over where he is slow to tease. I reached my back and fished for the zipper of my dress, letting the garment fall off as I made my way to where he was seated, revealing my matching red underwear.

“Hmm red, you look good in that color.” He compliments as he eyes my body hungrily.

When I reached Chanyeol, I outlined my forefinger from his lips down to his chin, neck, clothed chest, and stomach; I stopped on the waist of his dress pants, kneeling in front of him as I did.

I grabbed his belt and started unbuckling it; he threw his head backward when I began to massage his crotch. The grunt that exits his mouth after sends shiver down my spine and straight to my core. My wetness ever growing.

Chanyeol pushed his pants down along with his boxer briefs and his already really hard dick sprung up. The tip was blushed with arousal and pre-cum slowly trickling down.

Without wasting any more time, I grasp him and started sucking the tip and swirl my tongue all around it, his precum blending with my saliva.

“Hyoeun-ah…” Chanyeol moans breathlessly, both his hands collecting all my hair in one big messy ponytail. Another whine exits his mouth when I suddenly took his entirety inside my mouth. The tip of his cock hits my throat making my eyes water immediately, I started making gagging sounds soon after.

“Your gagging sounds better than the music I make.” The comparison made me giggle with laughter while his whole cock still jammed inside my mouth. I felt the reverberation of my giggle vibrate through his skin, which caused him to gyrate his hips on me.

I relaxed my tongue as I pull away from him. My saliva strung when his cock egressed from inside my mouth. I closed my mouth to swallow and I looked up at him, he was looking down at me with severe need. I gripped his dick again and stroke him gently while I looked him deep in the eyes.

“I’m going to make you cum multiple times tonight.” Chanyeol firmly stated with a husky tone, his lips grinned wide like the Cheshire cat.

“Oh, can you really?” I raised my brows in doubt, challenging him.

“Watch me…” Chanyeol suddenly pulls me up by my hair and we both stood, he wriggled his pants and it pooled around his feet. He steps out of it, I ripped his tie and undershirt open as he twirls me around throwing me on his bed. He removed his tie and shirt in a quick maneuver and jumped up on top of me.

I retreated up to his bed and he crawls right after me, I stopped withdrawing when my back hits the mountain of pillows he has. Chanyeol’s fingers found the garter of my panties and yank it down with force, I swear I heard it rip a little bit. I lift my ass up to help him and he slides it down my legs and feet, completely off.

He lifts the crotch of my underwear up his nose, rolling his eyes back as he whiffs the garment and touched himself. The scene that was happening in front of me is making me wetter and wetter by the second.

“Mmm, lovely.” He growled. “I’m keeping this,” Chanyeol said as he opened the cabinet of his bedside table. He stuffed my red panties in there and closed it again.

“That’s one-half of a pair Chanyeol!” I complained.

“Then I’m gonna have to keep the bra too.” Chanyeol reached for the clasp and he unclutched it in one fluid turn.

His hot mouth immediately latched on my right nipple when he removed my bra and threw it across the room. His big hand grasps the other, kneading it like soft dough. I grabbed his cock, stroking it up and down and he moaned ecstatically when I thumbed the still leaking precum on his tip.

“Lie on your back, for me, baby,” Chanyeol mumbles on my ear, his voice fell an octave down.

I inhaled a heavy breath, my mouth opens with anticipation as I position my head on his pillows. Chanyeol smoothed his hand over my skin, tracing it from the middle of my chest, down to my middle. The sensation he was giving me makes me shiver in the best way possible. Just his touch was enough to make my head whirl.

“I love that you’re wet already,” Chanyeol grumbled when his forefinger found my clit and I let out a whimper from the back of my throat when he rubs circles on it.

Chanyeol’s slick finger effortlessly inserted palm up, pushing in and pulling out before a second finger joins in. He lowers his head on me and his tongue glides up and down, running over my hard nub. His long fingers finally found my g-spot and I cry out when he touched it with the digit of his fingers.

I started thrusting my hips up and down when I felt my climax building up. His other hand playing my nipple in between his fingers.

“Ahh Chanyeol, I’m getting there!” I yelp with irregular breathing. My grip on his hair getting tighter as my peak grows closer.

Chanyeol started to shake his hand while pumping his fingers in and out of me and his head sway violently left and right, using his nose and mouth to graze my clit.

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” I cried out as my walls constrict and my legs shake with my release.

“Mmm so good.” Chanyeol pulls his fingers out of me and inserts it into his mouth, slurping my orgasm clean.

Chanyeol rammed half of his cock inside of me all of a sudden and I gasp in surprise, still very sensitive from my previous peak.

“I wanna fucking tear you apart!” His lips attacked my open mouth and slither his tongue in and around, I felt and tasted my wetness on him when he kissed me.

“Oh… Oh God, you’re so big.” I moaned when he sinks his whole shaft inside of me. He paused for a while to let me adjust to his size.

“Do you still hate me now that I’m inside of you, baby?” Chanyeol teased as we look each other in the eyes with equal fierceness.

“Yes, I hate you Chanyeol. I fucking hate you!” I roared, my hands caressing his stomach, his eyes rolled back when he started bucking his hips. Pushing his cock in and out of me excruciatingly slow.

“I’m gonna hate fuck the shit out of you, you’re gonna keep asking for more,” Chanyeol grumbles with unstable words.

“Ugh shut up, just fuck me already!” I wail and the left side of his lips curl up into a taunting smirk.

“Where are your manners, Hyoeun-ah? You should say please.” He teased some more as he stopped pushing.

“Fuck you Park Chanyeol!” I shrieked and my palm hit his cheek thoughtlessly, even I was surprised.

His eyes widen in shock and the look he gave me after sent a shiver down my spine, his cheek now red from the slap. Chanyeol grabbed my wrists and pin them down on either side of my head and lowers himself down my level and bit the fleshy part of my ear before speaking.

“I love it when you get violent!”

To that, he started thrusting again, with force speed this time. I felt my walls burn with the roughness of our skin rubbing together. Chanyeol lets go of my wrists and his left hand wrapped around my neck and the other pushed my left leg up to give him a better angle.

“Yes… Fuck… Me… Daddy… Faster!” I choke out my words separately with each sharp thrust he shoots me. Chanyeol smirked when he heard me call him Daddy, his thrust not hitching at all.

“Don’t judge me, okay!” I continue to choke out my words, my orgasm growing again as his onslaught continues unchanging and consistent.

“I’m not judging you, I love it!”

“Chanyeol, I’m gonna come, don’t stop…”

“Say my name again Hyoeun-ah, say my name!” Chanyeol’s momentum picked up and his thrusting grew faster, my boobs starting to ache as it bounces with each push and pulls.

“Chanyeol don’t stop!” I howled as my walls tighten around his girth along with his hand around my neck.

“Fuck Hyoeun… Fuck, fuck!” Chanyeol bit his lower lip as he rolled his eyes and threw his head back with the sensation we are giving each other.

I reached my hands up to grab his wrist, my breathing compressed into a pant with his tight hold. With three or more push, I finally reached my limit again for the second time tonight. Chanyeol’s restraint on my neck loosened and continue to fuck me as my orgasm ride out. Soon he also contains his extremity and I felt his hot discharge inside of me.

“Holy shit.” Chanyeol breathed out as he rolled me around and he collapsed on his back while I’m now on top of him, our bond still not disconnecting.

“You know I still hate you, right?” I rested my head on his chest and I listen to his heart beat slowly going back to normal. His chest rises up and down with a single chuckle. I prop myself up a little bit to look at him. He scans my whole face and smiled when his eyes land on my lips.

“We should get back to the party before they suspect anything.” He bit his lower lip, his eyes still glued to my mouth.

I gave him a quick smack on the lips before I stood up, his now soft cock slid out of me, our fused ejaculation trickle down my thighs. Chanyeol grabbed the box of Kleenex on his nightstand, pulled out four to five tissues and hand them to me. I gladly took them and wiped myself clean. I grabbed my bra and dress and started to put them on but Chanyeol stood up and stopped me.

“Let me help you, turn around,” Chanyeol said, twirling me around and grabbed the clasp of my bra that was already hanging onto my shoulder. He took the dress from my hand, got down on one knee and my ass rested on his right shoulder. He slowly pulls my dress to my ass as he trails kisses up my back.

“WHAT THE FUCK?” Chohee shriek at the top of her lungs as Baekhyun kicked the bedroom door open. Iseul squealed like a pig when she saw us there, obviously in a post-coital moment. Chanyeol immediately pulls my dress to cover my chest and stood up straight, covering his nakedness with my body.

“Did… Did— you just…” Jongdae was lost for words, all of them were. Jongdae, Junmyeon and Chohee’s faces were all twisted in disgust, Iseul and Baekhyun, on the other hand, have knowing smirks on theirs.

“I thought you locked the door?!” I whined as I covered my face in shame.

“I DID! GET OUT, GET THE FUCK OUT!!!” Chanyeol screamed at them as he grabbed a pillow with his left hand, the other covering his naked crotch. The intruders started running and retreating away and Baekhyun slam the door shut behind them.

[theyrecharliebartlett]

I was told once, to write about myself. At a bar. What I see while I am there. What I think. How I feel. I probably have the prompt wrong at this point. The suggestion was given months ago. And I have written many, many side notes. Small half-poem-essay-whateverthefuck sentences of thought-scribbled-hardly legible-letters that form words that make NO sense unless read in a circle on pieces of paper that will easily be tossed away when you empty your jean pockets to do laundry later. But, I am going to take a chance now. Without any of that in front of me, to type something out that may be half assed enough to share with the world. Because today, I couldn't breathe. And tomorrow will be the same, and perhaps this story may teach me to fill my lungs with air on occasion. Or maybe it will just distract me from the No-Where-Fast life I am living right now. Worth a shot. ****** Sitting. I am. Sitting. Not breathing. Who has time for that? Actually, at this point who even has time for sitting? I damn sure don't. Or I don't feel like I do. But I guess everyone deserves a second. Just a second. I find that to be bullshit. Considering how my life is going. I don't have time for a damn thing unless it's figuring out how in the hell I am going to make it to tomorrow without losing any sense of self. I am wondering tho, how in the hell this bartender doesn't have time to wipe down his own bar. Sticky. I hate sticky. I keep shuffling my keys and wallet around the wood surface trying to find SOME place that isn't going to glue my life down forever. Hardly making progress. "What'll it be?" Well, sir. For one, hello. Yes, I am just over joyed to be here - as you can tell. I am sorry.. Did my melancholy smile kill your normal introduction? Or perhaps you're just a 'Matter-of-fact' kinda guy? That's fine, too. I'm also one who prefers the 'down to business' kind of attitude. Who needs all the fluff shit in between? Waste of time. "Jack. Rocks. Thanks" flicking my hand in the air in such a 'walk away now before you see the WHATTHEHELL on my face' kind of way. He pours. He serves. I give him a silent nod of approval. He walks away. Thank god. That half ass communication killed me. How in the Hell am I even a human? Can't even tell the bartender what I would like to drink like a decent person. What the hell am I even doing out in public right now? "Hi." Oh. No. No. "Sticky, right? I noticed that, too. You'd think it'd kill them to wipe the bar off every once in a while." Heh, yea. I agree. But I am not looking up at you. I don't want to acknowledge myself right now, much less someone else. Even if we do seem to have the same standard of cleanliness. Which, I can actually go on and on about. But who the hell wants to hear that at 10:47 at night at some bar that smells like stale cigarettes and old beer? Like cleaning off a single surface would make a difference in this place. Why am I even worried about how clean a damn bar is, anyway? I take a sip of whiskey. Burns and soothes all at the same time. "That's fine, you don't have to say anything. But, I can tell you need to. So, I am here incase you change your mind." Haaa. You, stranger, just like everone else I have come across, you're always "here." But really, you are always way over there - in the corner, with someone else. And I am here, with my face in my glass. "Yea, alright." Well, shit. I said that out loud, didn't I? "So, you do speak? I started to assume you were mute. Then again how could you have ordered your drink?" "I could have written it down. You don't know. It isn't nice to assume." I pull my glass closer to the egde of the bar, like it's cold edge would comfort me some how. My god, I am reaching. Still avoiding looking up at this voice who keeps bugging. Eye contact sets the conversation in stone. Ha, I bet Madusa never had this problem. [Pause for nervous laughter. Because hey! This shit doesn't seem to be getting any funnier] "Yea. You're right. It's not nice. But who said I was nice? I don't think anyone really is. Not genuinely. You ask me, we are only nice so we can get by." "That's a hell of a way to look at society. But I guess you're right. We are all pretty shitty. Humans. Taking up space. Using up all of the air to spout bullshit words we use to fill voids we created ourselves." "See, now we are getting somewhere... So, do you hate everyone? Or just yourself?" I exhaled through my nose loudly. Seriously? You don't even know my name. I haven't even looked at your face. Who the hell do you think you are to ask such a thing? What the fu-- holy.. I am breathing... "Both? Everyone. Including myself. But only sometimes. I can't hate all the time. That's exhausting. I guess you could say I am neutral to the existence of everyone. I could kind of careless one way or another who or what feels or thinks about whateverthefuck they want. As for myself, I'm not in the mood to evaluate my thoughts. Or lack of thought. It's irrelevant to the on going world surrounding me." I hear a heavy sigh. A throat clearing. I still won't look up. At this point, I don't want to see the eyes that may be peering deep into the soul this human shell is holding onto. I take a drink. "Ya know, I think you're missing the point. Yea, everyone sucks. Hell, you suck too. But did you ever think that maybe it would be a little less shitty if you actually tried to give a damn? About yourself, atleast." "I tried that once. It didn't end well. And I found myself in a dark, sticky bar, talking to a stranger about the importance of self. And the converstaion seemed to be going nowhere. So I kept drinking and decided not giving a damn was best." A chuckle. I heard a chuckle. That's funny? Well, son of a bitch. My busted give-a-damn is funny. Who would've guessed? "Ya know, if you didn't care, you wouldn't still be talking... Ever think there's a reason why, when you feel like you haven't taken a breath in ten mintues, you find yourself sighing? Because your brain decided it was impotant enough to stick around. To keep breathing.. I saw you, your face changes when you take a deep breath. Like you're surprised at yourself... Ever think there's more to what you're doing than just breathing?" "What???" I don't even know how to respond to that. How the fuck should I know what else I am supposed to be doing? Ever think my surprised reaction is a sign that I obviously don't feel like I should even be here? That I have no earthly idea what in the hell I am doing, besides taking up space like some crappy human shell? "You're supposed to be here.. You're supposed to be breathing. Don't stop breathing." I see a hand tap the bar from the corner of my eye. "Can I get you another?" "Huh?" I look up. Kind of dizzy. I am pretty sure I fell into my drink. I look just above the glass in my hand and I see another, empty one next to it. How many have I had? "Uh, no. No, I'm fine. I'll take the check." Bartender nods, walks away. Yes, get the check. Get me away from this voice of reason that I was Not looking for tonight.. I looked to my left. The bar stools are empty. I look to my right. And there's a wall. I guess I sat at the end of the bar.. Where in the hell..? The bartender comes back with the tab. "Uh, sir, where'd that other customer go?" "What customer?" "The one who'd been talking a second ago..." I am so confused. Don't play games bartender, I am not that drunk. "Listen, I don't know what you're talking about. You've been sitting in here for an hour staring at your whiskey. No one else has even come in." "Oh.. Okai, uh.. Alright." I take the tab and look back down. What in the hell is wrong with me? I am losing my damn mind. What kind of bullshit is this? I push the receipt away, and grab the last of my drink. Take a sip. As I pull away I catch myself in the glass. "Keep breathing."