#ff steak x reader

[evereinefaust]

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐄𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 ࿐ྂ

Pairing: Steak X afab!Reader

Synopsis: As one of the handsome Food Souls she had, Steak found himself receiving affection from his master attendant.

Word Count: 581

"Su~te~kun~!"

A body plopped itself on the torso of the said male as the redhead was taken aback by the force the girl put into the embrace. Her face was undoubtedly buried in his chest, inhaling the sweet scent that he has to give.

"Master Attendant? What are you doing?" Steak asked, oblivious to the fact that she was practically hugging him by the looks of things. It was obvious that he was surprised to see this kind of interaction between them.

"Hm~ You smell nice, Sute-kun~" The girl rubbed her face from side to side, and a small blush appeared on her cheeks. "And I told you a ton of times before to call me [Y/n] instead~!" the [h/c]ette whined and suddenly glanced up at the redhead, pouting cutely with her best puppy eyes that she could ever muster.

"My bad, Mas—I mean, [Y/n]-sama," a cough escaped Steak's mouth, trying to cover his slip up.

[Y/n] observed her food soul's expression before breaking into a grin. She immediately giggled and hugged the male tighter. The girl loved every food soul that she had a contract with. She treated them as a family—as sisters and brothers. Steak is, unfortunately, one of the handsome food souls that she has and is experiencing a barricade of affection being thrown at him by the girl.

Steak stood there still, unable to identify what to do in this kind of matter. The male sweat-dropped and rubbed his head, trying to piece out the act that he was supposed to be doing. This goes on for another minute and Steak was getting somewhat awkward with their position. If it weren't for the master attendant who clung to him like that, he would forcefully rip the girl's arm off of his body.

Steak let out an exasperated sigh, already giving up on trying to figure out what to do. He glanced down at the top of the girl's [h/c] hair and decided to caress it lightly, a small smile appearing on his face after doing the act. A smile appeared on [Y/n]'s face as well.

"[Y/n]...sama?" Steak noticed that the body that was hugging his form started to become heavy and was slightly leaning on him. The arms that were wrapped around his torso had also loosened. The male felt her slowed heartbeat and calm breathing, indicating that she truly had fallen asleep.

Steak smiled to himself after examining the condition his master attendant was in. "Honestly..."

He immediately pulled her body close using his right arm while his left arm swiftly made its way under her knees and pulled her up, carrying her bridal style. Steak's ruby orbs glanced down at the peaceful state the [h/c]ette teen was in; her mouth a bit parted as light snores escaped her pink, soft lips, her chest rising and falling in accordance to her breathing, her head facing his chest.

The male slowly made his way toward his master attendant's room and once he reached the door, he gently pushed it open using his back. Finally entering the room, Steak went straight to the bed in the corner of the room and carefully placed the sleeping attendant down on the mattress. He made sure to cover her body with the provided blanket to avoid her getting cold.

"You really are full of surprises, [Y/n]-sama," Steak whispered and planted a sweet, chaste kiss on her forehead before smiling.

[justjams2003]

Hiii! Super loved your recent work (fast pace) 🩷 I was really hooked and now it's one of my favorite Carlos fics here!

I was wondering if I could request a special part of it? Anything like their life with their kids, their life after carlos' retirement, or something domestic! Thank you 🫶🏻

Hi! I just want to apologize for making you wait for so long. I took a bit of a writing break after finishing Fast Pace. But I got inspired after Carlos won last weekend! Please enjoy:

Summary: Some domestic bliss as you and Carlos pick up your three eldest children after their first day of Grade 1 and kindergarten.

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Carlos Sainz x Sugar Baby!Reader

Husband!Father!Carlos Sainz x Wife!Mother!Reader

Warnings: Carlos is aged up and is in this request now 41. Age difference. A cute happy family. Even still, manipulation, control, obsession. Carlos tampers with your birth control. Kissing. A very slight mention of alcohol.

Taglist: @httpjeonlicious, @f1lov3r, @messersandmesses, @hollie911, @oriconde08 @thehufflepuffavenger1 @fanboyluvr @thatgirlmj @whyamireadingthis @oriconde08 @depressedriches @roseseraj @skepvids @sain55wifey @distinguishedvoidlady @amatswimming @sachaa-ff @lightdragonrayne @lazybot @formula1mount @fangirl-dot-com @saintslewis @carlossainzwho @lordpercevalcharles @topguncultleader @kitixie @serp3ns0rtiae @hangmandruigandmav @therealone4r @keii134 @dark-night-sky-99 @jax-the-oregonian @hachrinnen @formulaal tjdjindahouse

Word count: 2k

Masterlist

The first year of marriage was amazing. You spent almost every hour with Carlos. Jumping from airplane to airplane, country to country. You were attached at the hip. The media either loved it or hated it...you actually didn’t know. At some point, a PR team took over your Instagram and it was rare for you to ever actually read the comments or news. Any information you’d receive would come from Carlos and his team, after all, they’re all you really can trust.  

 That was, of course, until, mysteriously, your birth control pills stopped working. It feels like so long ago, the day Carlos picked you up in his arms, celebrating the news of a child. Now, you wait outside the school gates, seven years later, with a much older Carlos but just as excited. His eyes now crinkle up and he has a few grey steaks at the temples of his hair. But he’s not any less handsome.  

Especially when his big strong arms holds your daughter in his arms. Your little girl sits perched on his hip. The only other girl in his life, besides you. She looks so much like him. Dark toughs of hair that you’ve combed this morning with the same wavy texture as his hair. Her big brown eyes gleam up with such love at him.  

And at the same time, he carries your son in his car seat with the other arm. He’s sleeping soundly, his dummy bobbing up and down as he suckles in his sleep. You’re so glad Carlos is here to help. You were sad three years ago when he decided to retire at the end of the season. But now, you’re so grateful. You don’t think you could do this with him on the other side of the world.  

You feel like you’ve been pregnant forever now. Totally accidently five months after giving birth, now you’re 2 months pregnant again. You groan, everything hurts. Your breasts are engorged from breastfeeding and now being pregnant again. You’ve got constant heartburn and nausea. Your hair has thinned and your nails feel brittle. And yet, including all that, Carlos still believes wholeheartedly that you are the most gorgeous girl in the whole world.  

Carlos steps closer to you and places a kiss on your temples. “¿Cómo te sientes, mi amor?” When was the last time that you spoke English? You can’t really remember, because now Spanish also sounds like English. “Tired, mostly, I’ve missed the boys all day, it feels so strange without them home.” He chuckles and nods, “It’s strange for the house to be quiet... You think everything went well?”  

You smile and turn to the gates, you know Carlos is worried his children might be bullied or used for his name. That they won’t be able to make proper friends, that all the kids would just use them to get into the celebrity world. You had a meeting with the twins and Junior’s schools to handle this with grace.  

You can feel the other parents whisper, talking with each other. You feel someone tap your shoulder. You turn, it’s a woman who looks to be your age, 31. Where has the time gone? She smiles and speaks in Spanish, like everyone else where you live. “Is this your first time?” She asks with a kind smile. You return the expression, “No, not at kindergarten. But it’s still as nerve wracking.”  

She laughs with you as you begin your small talk. “But, after this we have to pick up our son at first grade, which makes our stomachs turn.” You laugh and lightly graze Carlos’ arm to show who ‘we’ are. “Is this your husband?” She asks and Carlos nods. “Hi, I’m Carlos. I would shake your hand but my hands are a little full.” He says, referring to the children in his hands. He refuses to let you carry anything while pregnant.  

“And I’m Y/N.” You shake her hand and she also introduces herself. Then your ear catches the sound of excited children screaming as the first classroom door opens. Your head snaps to the noise and then you see the teacher you had met with walking to the gate with a trail of kids behind her.  

You can see your twin boys anxiously scanning the parents trying to find you. And when the eldest of the two do see you, he grabs his brother’s arm and quickly runs over. “Mama! Papa!” They yell and excitedly run over into your arms. They wrap their arms around you, as you bend down and hug them close.  

“Hello, my loves, how was it?” You ask, combing the hair out of their eyes. They look a lot more like you than the other kids. “It was fun, but missed you mama.” Dario, the youngest of the two says. Your girl babbles and makes grabbing hands at Antonio, the oldest of the twins. “Papa, wanna hold sis.” Antonio says, Carlos smiles and puts Bianca down on her little feet. Your kids hug each other, Carlos has raised his sons to have the same protectiveness as he has over their mother and sister.  

“Come on, hold my hand.” You say taking each of their hands in your own. Carlos crosses the road first and then you. He opens the car door for you. It’s almost ironic for this retired championship formula one driver to now be the one driving a mini-van. It is his fault, he just can’t keep his hands off his wife. Carlos wouldn’t have it any other way.  

He buckles each of the kids into their car seat. The twins next to each other in the back and the two youngest in the front. Your youngest, seven month old is the best behaved. He sleeps in his car seat, that is until the twins start arguing, like always. Who had the best lunchbox, who is tallest, who mom and dad like most. Even though, you made sure they had the same lunchbox, they’re twins and thus the same height and like all parents, you don’t have a favourite.  

“Oi! Stop arguing, you’ll wake up your brother.” Carlos commands, his tongue moving fast in his home language. It still gets you all warm when he speaks Spanish. “Sorry, papa,” they say in unison. You just sigh and shake your head. “Papa?” Your daughter, Bianca calls out. “Yes, my princess?” Carlos replies. “Ice-cream?” The little girl asks, your heart melts and you’re certain that your husband is also a puddle. “After we pick up Junior, we’ll go out for ice-cream.”  

Your kids scream in excitement, causing your baby to start whimpering and then soon crying. “Ai, mi amour.” Carlos sighs and shakes his head, his eyes meet yours in the rear-view mirror while you sit next to your youngest children. You slightly lean over your seat and give him a kiss on his greying temples. “It’s okay, my love.”  

You’ve got Raúl, your youngest, strapped into your sling. Bianca sits high on Carlos’ shoulders, daddy’s little girl. Her fingers gripped into his salt and pepper hair. You can’t help but reach up and untangle her fingers. “My love, when did you start going grey?” You ask Carlos, staring into his warm brown eyes. He just laughs and shakes his head.  

“Must you point it out? I feel so old compared to the other parents...” He mutters, the other parents are around your age, some even younger. “I like it though...a silver fox.” He once again laughs and sighs. “No, mi amor.” You grin wildly at his reaction. “41 Isn’t that old...” He mumbles and again you just smirk. “I mean, Alonso was still racing at 41...” 

That really does get him, he bursts out laughing. “Yeah, you’re not wrong...” Then you feel Dario tug on your hand. “Look, Mama!” You see kids, with backpacks looking far too big for their tiny bodies, come pouring out of classroom. Then your eldest son, you can’t help but smile seeing he’s chatting with other kids. And then his big brown eyes look up and see Carlos, he begins running.  

The little boy runs up and hugs Carlos around the legs. Your twins greet their oldest brother. Bianca waves down to her brother from above. Junior gleams up, you remember when you gave birth to Bianca, Junior wanted to do everything for her. He’d carry her around every chance he got.  

“Come, papa said we can have ice-cream.” You tell Junior after he hugs you. “Really?” He asks, his eyes beaming up. Carlos winks and then nods.  

Ding! Your phone has a notification. You grab your phone on the nightstand. “Who is it?” Carlos asks, coming out of the shower. All five of your kids are fast asleep. You read the text. “It’s Alex.” She and Charles had married 3 years ago, no kids yet. “What does she say?” Carlos asks, lying down in the bed next to you, taking your phone and reading the text.  

“Hey Y/N, we miss you, why don’t we go out and party tonight? Leave the kids with Carlos.” She texted in the group chat, and Kika added. “We haven’t seen you in like years now that Carlos isn’t racing anymore.” Carlos just laughs at their antics. He hands your phone back to you. “Do you want to go?” He asks, raising his brow.  

When was the last time you went out alone? When was the last time that you weren’t with Carlos? Since he retired...there hasn’t really been a second alone? It would be kind of nice, to talk about something other than the kids... “I’d prefer if you didn’t...” Carlos mutters, he crawls down to your stomach. He gently lifts your pyjama short and kisses your stomach. “Pregnant and all...”  

You just smile, combing your fingers through his salt and pepper hair. You pick up your phone and text your friends in the groupchat. “Sorry, girls, can’t have alcohol...🙈” You get a quick reply back. “Again?!” “Didn’t you like just give birth???” Your cheeks go red at their comments. You feel the urge to send them a photo of Carlos kissing your stomach, but don’t. You do, however, take a photo, saving it for later and then put the phone down.  

“I hope it’s another girl.” He mutters, placing small kisses on your stomach. You can’t help but smirk. “I hope it’s the last one.” You mutter, playing with his hair. He pouts, placing his chin gently on your stomach. “Why? You look so fucking good pregnant.” He says, lust in his gaze. You just laugh and roll your eyes. “To you, maybe. But I’m telling you, my love, I don’t want to have to drive a limousine to their schools.”  

You can see him think for a moment. “You mean it? No more kids?” He says, jutting out his bottom lip and making his eyes gleam. It’s hard to say no to him, but you stay firm, for once in your life. You actually wanted to stop after the twins. Not that you love Bianca and Raúl any less.  

But this number six is the most difficult so far. You’re taking both pre-and-postnatals at the same time. “Yes, I mean it.” You say, stern. You’d like your body to be yours again...“Alright, I’ll get the snip. I don’t want you on those damn pills. I can’t fucking stand them, they’re unnatural.” He mutters, his jaw locking...  

Huh...Always thinking about your well-being...  

“You look so fucking good as a mom. Seeing how much they adore you. It’s hard to keep my hands off you.” He snarls, his kisses on your stomach becoming more sloppy. He trails up to your lips. Capturing your lips in his. So furious and desperate on your lips. “I love you, mi amor. You’re mine. Only mine.”  

Request are open.

[hannie-dul-set]

HOME FOR THE BITCHLESS [1].

SYNOPSIS. wherein your friend offers a room for you to crash in while your dorm is being renovated, but fails to mention that your new housemates don’t know how to talk to women (oh, and they also have an ongoing bet about you, too).

PAIRINGS. choi soobin, choi beomgyu, lee heeseung, park jongseong, sim jaeyun, park sunghoon x female! reader. GENRE. housemates! au, rom-com, sitcom, reverse harem time baby. WARNINGS. swearing, a house fire, mentions of sex, like the chapter title says there is too much underwear in this, an awful amount of embarrassing men WORD COUNT. 2.2k.

TAGLIST. @cerealdreamwriter @tyongff-ff @dinonuguaegi

NOTE. i have nothing to say except i hope you enjoy this shitshow as much as i enjoyed writing it. please check the link in the masterlist if you're curious about the layout of the house. feedback much appreciated i love u.

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CHAPTER 1 — this is too much underwear for a first meeting.

YOU WISH YOU CAN TAKE BACK ALL YOUR COMPLAINTS ABOUT DORM LIFE. Sure, the disgusting, communal bathrooms scrape a year off of your lifespan every time you have to take a piss, and the abhorrently thin walls make you want to rip your ears out every time your neighbors have mind blowing sex, but hey— all of that is better than not having a roof above your head. Even if that roof is two years behind maintenance. 

But it’s all too late. You should’ve appreciated having a bed to sleep in before life pried it out from you in the form of a swirling inferno.

When the semester came to a close, your dormmates thought it would be a fantastic idea to throw an end-of-year party. The problem is, that party ended up in flames. Literally. The last person you saw entering the kitchen was Choi Yeonjun until something exploded and before you know it, there’s a stampede, and you’re choking on black fumes, and there’s suddenly a lightshow happening right before your very eyes with the dorm building you’ve been living in for the past year serving as the sparkler.

Holy shit, your dorm is burning down.

It’s a good thing that the fire was stopped before it could reach your room. You don’t know what you’d do if all your notes and textbooks burnt down along with half of the building into debris. Even prior to the fire, a lot of the facilities were janky and needed to be renovated, so you had to pack your bags and find somewhere else to stay for the next two months while the place went through repairs.

“Great,” you huff, filling your two carriers with the bare minimum you have collected in your unit. “This is just fucking great.” 

However, just when you’re falling into the brink of homelessness, a friend from your book club graciously offers you a room in his house as a saving grace from your misfortune.

“It’s a small bedroom compared to the rest, but you only have to share a bathroom with one other person! There’s also a laundry room and a living area on the same floor. It’s a big place, so it doesn’t feel stuffy at all even with six, seven people.”

You have no reason to decline Jake’s offer, especially when it’ll be just a temporary arrangement anyway. “Are you sure? You said you have housemates, right? Are they fine with living with another person on such short notice?”

“Yeah, they said it’s cool,” he assures, helping you load your luggage into the taxi. “I’ve been wanting to fill up the last bedroom anyway. The house is just too big even with our current living setup. The more the merrier.”

You’ve always known that Jake Shim was fucking rich. Not because he bragged or flaunted his wealth or anything— but because he’d drop the most privileged, tone-deaf shit at the most inappropriate times and no one can get pissed because he looks oh so innocent while saying them. You had once complained about stuffing yourself with too much meat during a club dinner and that one more bite will have you nauseous. He replied with, “oh yeah, I once ate wagyu steak for a good week in Japan and I got sick of it, too!” and you physically felt your economic status erode at that very moment.

He and you will never be the same. And that fact is made suffocatingly evident right now, as the vehicle slowly pulls into a fancy neighborhood and stops right before the fence of an unreasonably gigantic yard with an unreasonably gigantic house. You do feel a little poor when he shows off the pool and the two garages, but at the same time, beggars can’t be choosers.

Also, it’s a really nice fucking house.

It’s three stories tall, with a covered deck and a substantial amount of outdoor lounging areas. Floor to ceiling windows give you a glimpse of the modern interior of the foyer and spacious living room. You’re a little afraid of getting used to such luxury that you might never want to come back to your old, dingy dorm room— but with every blessing comes a curse.

Jake did mention that you will be living with six other people including him. What he did not mention is that those ‘other people’ would all be men.

Imagine your shock when you’re greeted by a whole ass man in nothing but neon green boxers and shades the moment you slip through the sliding doors of testosterone hell.

Very. You’re very shocked. 

“Hey, man,” Jake greets the almost naked individual who is also holding a bowl of cereal in the middle of the afternoon, presumably having just walked out of the kitchen. “What’s with the glasses?” That’s not the biggest issue here. You can see the outline of his fucking penis.

“Oh,” he reacts. “It was just so bright when I got out of the room.”

Jake nods. “That makes sense.” No it does not.

“I think it just got even brighter.”

You can’t tell, but you assume he’s squinting at you underneath his shades. You believe you might also need a pair because there’s definitely a contender in being the brightest thing in the room, so you try your best to not be distracted by the neon of his undies as Jake introduces you to him. “And this is Park Jongseong— or Jay, as he prefers to be called.”

“Call me whatever you like,” Jay smiles at you and reaches out his non-cereal hand for a handshake. He seems chill enough. Maybe he’s just a very laid back person who doesn’t care about general appearances. You can work with that.

“Nice to meet you.” You shake on it. “Aren’t you cold, by the way?”

When he retrieves his hand, he combs his fingers through his hair, ruffling the strands. “My friends often say that I am pretty cool.”

“No, I mean cold,” you clarify. “That does look like a statement, but I’m worried you might get sick.”

You’re starting to get an inkling that you have misjudged Jay. It takes him a few seconds to understand what you were referring to, until a breeze passes by from the open entrance and suddenly, he looks down. “Oh,” he flatly says. “Of fuck.” And the innocent bowls cereal crashes and spills into the ground as Jay disappears into the hallway to your right.

You and Jake stare at the milk minutely seeping into the wooden floor. “I was gonna ask him to help you with your luggage but—” Where Jay disappears, a new person emerges (fully clothed this time, thankfully). “Oh! Hyung, come help.”

He has his neck turned back as he walks up to the both of you. You can hear the sound of footsteps scrambling from where the newcomer is looking at. “What happened to Jay?”

“I don’t know, but let me introduce you to our new housemate!”

“Hi there.” You give him a smile.

Jake tells you his name is Choi Beomgyu, and Choi Beomgyu doesn’t exactly look like he’s keen on accepting your handshake. Instead, all he does is stare you down with his arms crossed, eyes scaling your entire height like he’s doing a motherfucking evaluation. You’re trying your damn best to maintain a pleasant expression. You almost break when he quits his rude staring and turns over to Jake. “So, you need me to help carry her things?” The bastard isn’t even talking directly to you. Your pride can’t take this hit.

“No, it’s alright. I can take care of these myself. Thanks!” Jake flinches when you snatch your second carrier from his hands. “Third floor, right?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Got it.” 

Yes, you might have shoved past Beomgyu on purpose, but that’s not the point. You leave the two behind to take care of Jay’s fallen cereal as you struggle to lug your luggage up the staircase. You manage to bring them all the way to the second floor landing before your arms give in and you let the two cases settle on the floor with a huff. When you pause to take a breather, you catch a familiar face walking down the stairs from above. You recognize him from Jake’s instagram stories. You’re sure his name is Lee Heeseung. “Oh! Let me help!” he quickly exclaims after noticing the situation, hurrying down the steps. “You’re the new addition to our residence, right?”

“Yes, I am, and it’s totally fine! You don’t have to—”

Big mistake. You should’ve just let him help, but you’re a little prideful so you reach out for the carrier he took, and when your fingers brush against the back of his hand, the man suddenly drops the fucking case and retracts his entire arm. You stare, wide-eyed, as Heeseung stumbles back to the ground next to your carrier that happened to crack open in the fray and is now spilling out all your clothes like guts and blood. Behind Heeseung, the door creaks open. “Is everything oka— oh my god, is that a b-bra—”

Well. It is, in fact, a bra, and its color seems to match the flushed face of the poor, unsuspecting individual that just opened the door out of concern for his friend. You make eye contact with him once before he retreats into his room with a loud slam! Heeseung is still on the floor and he’s now profusely apologetic.

“Shit, I’m so sorry, this is all my fault, please let me help—” The issue dawns on him belatedly, right when it’s already too late and he has your undergarment in his hands in the midst of trying to undo his mistake. “I don’t think I should help.”

“Good call.” You kneel down, politely prying your blood red bra from Heeseung as you proceed to gather the rest of your clothes back into the carrier.

“I should cut my hands off.”

Oh no. “Hey, it was an accident. It’s fine—” When you try to reach a hand out to give him a completely innocent, completely harmless pat on the shoulder for assurance, he flinches back again. Now your arm is awkwardly hanging mid-air and you’re both looking at each other with shared looks of alarm. The exchange (or lack thereof) reminds you of a forgotten memory— a memory from your childhood. Snacktime all throughout elementary school, to be specific, when all the boys would fucking run away from you and your girl friends for having cooties.

This moment is oddly reminiscent of that and you don’t want to acknowledge it.

“What happened? I heard a crash, is everything alright?”

By the time Jake arrives, you have already managed to clear up the crime scene. With a grunt, you get back up and prepare yourself for another round of heavy lugging. “Can you tell me where my room is? I think you should stay here and make sure your friend is okay.”

“It’s...the first door through the hallway, next to Sunghoon’s. Hyung, are you good?”

You have no idea who the fuck Sunghoon is, but you nod in acknowledgement anyway. “Who’s the person living in that room?” 

“Soobin hyung,” Jake answers, helping a dazed Heeseung back to his feet. “Why?”

“You should go check on him, too.”

With that, you leave another mess in your wake as you climb up the flight of stairs to the third floor. You can’t wait to rest. You really want to lie down. But when you walk past the hallway, entering into the floor’s unreasonably cozy living area, you’re met with a fucking fork in the road.

There’s one door right across the hallway, but when you open it, it’s not a bedroom, but a laundry room. So you make a sharp right to the archway opening up to three doors on each of the walls. Jake should have been more specific with what he meant by the first door. You don’t want to take a risk and walk into something you’d fucking regret.

Fortunately, someone emerges from the door on your right and reveals what looks to be a bathroom. You assume he’s Sunghoon, and Sunghoon nearly doubles over when he turns around and meets eyes with you. His expression stiffens, and you’re both just standing there for a good moment and looking at each other without saying anything.

You press your lips into a smile. Holy shit, he’s intimidating. Why the fuck isn’t he saying anyting?

“Hi. I’m—”

“S—shit—”

Suddenly, he’s gone. He’s disappeared into the room in the center after struggling to open the door for a bit. You’re left dumbfounded, but at least now you know where your room is.

You slot the key Jake gave you and twist open the doorknob. The empty room greets you with a body slam of fatigue, and before you know it, you’re sinking face down into the bed and you have no energy left in your fingertips. Admittedly, you have questioned yourself multiple times upon first entering the house whether you made the right decision, whether it’d be better to find an apartment, or maybe you should just crash at your parent’s place for the time being.

But this bed is more comfy than any hotel suite you’ve ever been to, and your bank account isn’t suffering from an enormous dent. Six disastrous men is nothing when you’re able to call a place your home. You can already envision where you’ll be placing your new bookshelf. They’d have to pry your new house key from your cold, dead hands if they want you out of here.

HOME FOR THE BITCHLESS. © hannie-dul-set, 2023.

[soul-embers]

How bout Steak then? :D I hear ya wanted to do one for him 😂

a/n: here you go anon! choosing words for steak was pretty fun tbh so i hope that what i picked is okay! 

and oooof/// sorry for the delay in getting this out. it took me a little bit to be happy with what i scribbled down and then typed onto here-- which it changed a good bit from paper to here lol. 

1. — summoned

Steak has and most likely never will get used to how disorienting being summoned is, but pushing his discomfort aside when he opens his eyes he resist the urge to wipe that smug little grin off of Red Wine’s face who stood beside with who he assumes to be his new Master Attendant. 

“This body, this heart, and this sword in my hands shall forever be loyal to you!” Steak made a grand show of each piece of him that is loyal to you. Pointing at himself in reference to his body, pounding his hand against his heart, and resting his hands on both of his swords.  

“See. I told you that I work well as a good luck charm to summon this brute!” Red Wine’s voice was filled with that little teasing tone of voice and Steak let himself start bickering with his old friend. 

His Master Attendant laughing all the while. 

2. — massage

“Gah my shoulders are sore, I’m going to take a bath.” Steak didn’t expect his worlds to grab his Attendant’s attention nor the fact that they would offer to give his shoulders a message to help further relax his shoulders after his bath. So Steak stayed in the bath longer than needed and when he did leave it he was stiff as a board when he sat down in front of you. 

Your hands worked out his stiff muscles, helping to relax him that he eventually leaned into your touch and missed it when the massage was over. 

“Hey, Attendant...” 

“Yes Steak?” 

“Thanks.” 

3. — shield 

Everything is a blur, the Fallen had gotten the jump on them, forcing your Food Souls to surround you in a fast, messy but efficient shield to protect you from harm. Your voice mixed with the voices of your Food Souls while you provided support from the back where all the Fallen have been cleared away. 

“Steak you lout stay back with the Attendant!” Red Wine’s familiar, but often grating on his nerves voice drag Steak’s focused attention on the Fallen in front of him, with two swings from his mighty blades the Fallen in front of him vanished. 

With a mighty yell, Steak cleared out the lot that threatened to overwhelm Red Wine, who gave him a nod of thanks before pushing further with his attack, their fellow Food Souls joining him. A small yell of his name from you is all Steak heard before his vision blurred, his body felt as if it was on fire, and he realized that he had been impaled by the familiar limb of a Uke Mochi. Whom lifted him up and threw him towards you. 

“Steak!” your voice sounded strained, breaking under your emotions as your warm hands explore his body (the warmth from your hands feel so good) your touches are short-lived as the Uke Mochi reared back for another attack, moving his body despite it screaming for him to not do exactly that, he covers your body with his own. 

Taking the lashings from each of Uke Mochi’s attack, gritting his teeth while the cool tingling and warm feeling of healing magic wash over his form. Taking the pain away only for a cruel hot lash of it to sting his skin as it tries to heal over, he doesn’t notice when the attack stopped or when you had started crying. 

4. — Pledged 

The weight of his wounds makes Steak groan, his eyes blurry and his mouth felt as dry as a riverbed on a summer day. The sound of movement and a warm hand holding his own has Steak turning his head. Seeing you relived, a bit tear-stained cheeks as you hold his hand and kiss his knuckles. Steak cannot stop himself from saying something that has become a common thing between the two of you. 

“My shoulders are sore.” Steak watched as your face changed from that sad expression that had overtaken your relived one and turn into a smile. A smile that he would give anything to see. 

“I can fix that.” your voice breaks, a dam having been opened as you lean down and just lay against him. Ear over his heart to listen to the sound of his heartbeat, even though you could feel it through the bond, beating proudly and strong. 

Steak holds you close, unable to stop himself from placing kisses on the crown of your head. Breathing in the scent of your shampoo and scent helps to relax his stiff limbs a bit, and it seems to help you as well. Face still hidden in your hair Steak speaks. 

“Hey, Attendant... I wanted to ask you this with a flower, or somewhere romantic, but... tie yourself to me. For as long as you can have me, I’d like to have you by my side. Pledge with me Attendant.” 

Your eyes shined, the smile on your face is contagious as Steak is smiling as well, while you leaned forward kissing his lips he could feel the bond, his Contract with you becoming even stronger and God’s it... it feels really, really nice. 

“I do Steak.” 

“The connection between us seems to have progressed past that of master and servant... what a great honor! The burning sensation in my stomach it’s so hot. I can’t stand it, but... Attendant, it feels wonderful.” 

[404writingnotfound]

Beauty in Flowers (Steak x MA)

A/N: I’ve been in foodfan hell for well over half of a year now and I just keep coming back to the beefy man, what can i say ;u;

Pairing: Steak x MA Fandom: Food Fantasy

“Steak? Steak!” MA had been calling out, looking around corners cautiously and keeping their eyes searching.

They bit they inside of their cheek, twisting their lips to the side in a pout. Where could he have gone? It wasn’t as though their makeshift bodyguard was hard to lose—he was a pretty burly man with the height to boot, besides, how could they ever miss those horns when they glint in the sun after a solid polish? It was obvious now by the lack of enthusiastic answer that he must not have been around the restaurant and they decided to press their staff for answers.

“Have any of you seen Steak?”  

“No, and I do my best to keep it that way.”

“Red Wine, please,” MA sighed, “Save it for another time. Anyone else have an actual useful answer for me?”

“I saw him head towards the market, maybe he’s there?” Gingerbread offered, jabbing Red Wine in the side as he rolled his eyes. “Kept mumbling to himself about something, seemed like he was on some sorta mission.”

“Alright...” MA turned to head out, eyes drawn to the floor in thought. What kind of mission would he be on? What was so important to him at this very moment that he needed to leave without letting them know? It’s not as though they demand he tell them, of course, but knowing how efficient he tends to be, the silence was... odd.

“You know where he went, don’t you?” Gingerbread asked once their Master Attendant had left the room.

“Of course,” Red Wine smirked, “But it’ll be much more interesting if they found him on their own.”

MA made their way through the crowd at the market, weaving through people and stepping on their tiptoes every so often in attempt to catch that familiar polished glint above the crowd, but to no avail. Talking to frequently visited shop owners and familiar townspeople led to dead ends as well. How far could he have gone? Through the town? Out towards the woods? MA knew they shouldn’t be worried seeing as he was able to hold his own—he does protect them constantly, after all, but it had started to get late, and seeing as they were committed to the search, they felt obligated to see it to the end.

Playing a quick game of chance, the outcome led their search to the woods; Treading lightly to avoid any potential fallens, but contradicting themselves by calling out for the missing man. Ducking under branches and tripping over overgrown roots every now and again, MA almost cheered when they saw a clearing in the distance.  

Hundreds of brightly coloured wild flowers bloomed in said clearing, swaying softly with the breeze. They were over grown as well, all standing much taller than the usual—MA wondered if it would be a good spot to bring the younger food souls to play. Among the flowers, however, a bright red hue stood out against the rest, a polished gleam blinding them when the sun had moved just right.

‘Steak?’ they thought to themselves—finally! They took a few steps forward before an aggravated voice stopped them in their tracks.

“No!” Steak had yelled out, standing up suddenly. “That isn’t right!”

It was obvious he had been talking to himself as they could only see his back, but what had him so worked up? Instead of calling out to him, they quietly moved a bit closer while remaining hidden to hear just what mission he apparently set out to do.

“This one won’t do. No, neither will this one!” He huffed, turning to look at a different patch of flowers, “No! It has to be perfect—no ordinary flower will do.”

He crouched down, almost eye level with the flowers in front of him, giving them a highly critical look. His calloused fingers reached out to brush the petals gently, caressing each one; A faint smile passed his lips, eyes moving from critical to tender.

“It’s not that you aren’t beautiful in your own ways, but MA deserves the best of the best. They need a flower that can rival their beauty. I’m not giving up until I find such a flower, so I hope you all keep me company until then.”

The tender-hearted way he spoke to these plants, whom he knows cannot reply back to him, tugged on MA’s heart strings. For such a brawny man, Steak was surely gentle at heart—it was something MA truly treasured in him, and something that really got their blood pumping. Their face had suddenly grown hot with a bright blush, though they brushed it off as the effect from the sun; Their smile matched the tone of his as they quietly made their way back to their restaurant—there was no need to disturb him on such an important mission, right?  

“Did you find him?” Red Wine called over his shoulder as they pushed through the doors.

“No,” their blush flared up once again as they ducked their head, briskly walking through the room to avoid their own embarrassment, “Not at all.”

Red Wine smirked to himself, shaking his head a bit at the idea of a romance blooming between the two thick-heads. He had to admit; it was entertaining to watch the awkward little dance the two of them did around their feelings.

[ff-imagines]

What did they get you for your birthday?

My b day past not to long again so I did some of my favs and what they would get for b day!!!

Salty tofu: ”hehehe, I got you a matching choker! Here, let me help you put it on~ what? Why do I have a leash? Hehehe, don’t trouble yourself over it...”

Sweet tofu: “why, I wrote a song for you~ what about you, kitten? What are you going to give to me?”

Vodka: “gifts? Hmph. Well, you always shiver badly when we walk together, so... here. An oversized coat. Andre insisted it have fluffed trim. Now, stop hanging onto me all the time.”

B-52: “attendant! It’s come to my attention that it’s tradition to give gifts when it is someone’s.... “birthday”, and so, I give you this! It’s a wind up musical box, I built it myself! Is it... ok?”

Steak: “attendant! The holidays are here, and, well... here. I got you an ornate dagger, to defend yourself. I... was hoping maybe... you’d want to learn a few tricks with me?”

Red wine: “hello, attendant. It’s getting close to your birthday, is it not? Humph. I’m no good at gifts, how about you and I have a day on the town. Pick out anything you’d like. With me, you’ll want for nothing.”

Peking duck: “ah, you’re finally here! The children are so excited to celebrate with you! Here, have my gift first! It’s a collection of poetry I’ve written for you! It isn’t much, I’m aware, and they might not be exquisite, but I hope you enjoy it none the less. Now, let’s see what the children brought for you!”

Yuxiang: “umph! Ugh, damn things... oh! Attendant! I was just looking for you! Here, your gift is here.. somewhere. I found an adorable pillow with your favorite animal, but I can’t find it through how messy my office is! Ugh.... would you help me organize this a bit?”

Boston lobster: “You. You’ve arrived. Didn’t I tell you to be back before it got to late? Ugh, no matter. Here, this is for you. You’ve been eyeing this stuffed animal everytime we pass the market. At any rate, You’d better appreciate this, I don’t think I’ll be able to look a cashier in the eyes again.”

Black tea: “hello, master attendant. I heard it was getting close to your birthday. I prepared you a gift. It isn’t much, but I retrieved a bouquet of roses for you. They smelled so lovely, they reminded me of you. Perhaps... we could visit the gardens soon?”

Milk: “oh, It’s you. I brought you a new apron, your old one was getting rather beat up. I hope you enjoy it.”

Bloody Mary: “my master, you’re back~ ah! Your gift! Here, a golden garnet ring, just your size! What? Oh, you were expecting another woman’s body? Hmm, not this time~”

Rice: “I... made you.... some.... pastries! I spent.... a long.... time on them... I hope..... you.... like them.... attendant!”

Whiskey: “ah, hello my love. Are you wondering what I got you for your birthday? Hmmm~ is my love not enough? Oh, I kid. Here, your favorite storybook, fully illustrated. if you’d like, I’d love to read a few chapters to you~”

[the-daylight-here]

Can I request hcs for yandere Steak, Tempura, and Red Wine? Thank you

My,,, my rowdy boyes. Hope this works!!

Steak

-protective low energy

-hes over protective to the point of making sure you can't do anything to leave his designated "safe zone"

-and you won't

-it honestly at first feels like the over protectiveness might be an honor thing? but then comes being in love after getting to know his cute master attendant

-steak is usually pretty okay about letting you see people

-as long as they aren't anyone he deems a threat

-or Red Wine

-he can get irritable if you "suddenly" become sassy or get fed up with being cooped up all day

Red Wine

-sadistic. possessive. bastard. need I say more?

-he can and will kill you if it means no one else can get their hands on you

-he tries to be subtle about it but honestly he'd drape himself dramatically across a piano to tell you your his

-sorry 1) you don't get a choice. 2) i cannot be convinced otherwise

-he’s hard to please

-so tread carefully

Tempura

-high energy protective with a dash of obsessive

-he’s so energetic how the hell could you keep up

-he stews in his feelings for a long time and eventually confessed very loudly on accident

-it puts you on the spot

-he’s very emotional and open about it

-he tries not to get jealous and fails miserably

-he tends to carry you around since he feels the only place you’re safe is with him

-he’s sweet but he’s not human and way too strong to be holding you that tightly

[alandofhoneyedfruits]

peeling out [Steak & Master Attendant]

summary: it turns out that you’re a menace on the delivery bike.

a/n: i 100% almost called this 2fast 2furious but chickened out. as a result, any other title feels wrong for me.  this is definitely brought to you by a rewatch of tokyo drift.  the stunts mentioned are real but exaggerated for fiction purposes lol.  this also got away from me idk how i turned this dumb idea into something this long.

“Oh~!”

Steak scoffs quietly.  “You sound like a child, idiot.  Calm down.”

“Absolutely not,” you say, prodding him in the side to get him to shut up.  He catches your hand before you can make contact.  His grip is gentle but you whine anyway, the sound close enough to real that alarm flashes across the hard-headed Food Soul’s face.  It only takes him a few seconds to realize that you’re being dramatic, and his worry melts into irritation.  He lets go of your wrist, his calloused fingertips brushing against your skin, and turns away with a sour expression.  You can’t quite catch what he mutters, but you assume it isn’t particularly favorable.

Still, even Steak’s grumpiness is easily shrugged off; you’re bouncing on your toes rapidly, waiting for the bike to stop near you.  “Steak, look!  It’s a pretty nice bike!”

The redhead shoves one of his swords into the ground -- you really need to get him to stop doing that, the paths leading to the restaurants are starting to look like the moon’s surface, they’re so cratered with holes -- and grabs the handlebars of the delivery bike as it grinds to halt in front of you.  You wave to the delivery person in thanks.  He doesn’t stick around for long after you pay him, likely due to the glower Steak is directing towards him.  

You circle the bike as Steak lowers the kickstand.  Your cheeks hurt from smiling so widely.  

“You look deranged,” Steak tells you flatly.  You shift on your feet as he steps back towards his sword, pulling it up with an easy ripple of muscle that never fails to impress you.  

“You look like an old man.”  You point towards his furrowed brow and mimic it, scrunching your face up tight.  

“What did you fucking s-”  Steak’s cut off by the creak of the restaurant door.

“Attendant, don’t tease.”  You wilt, just slightly, as Plum Juice steps out of the restaurant, one brow raised in quiet reprimand.  He’s been adamant about manners since the moment you summoned him, your signature uncertain and messy as you sealed your first contract with a Food Soul. You rarely meet his standards, but you do try, knowing that it pleases him and that you perhaps sometimes need to be curbed.

Steak snorts, knowing that you’ll be less willing to snipe at him with Plum present. “They would have to say something clever for it to be teasing.”

Plum turns his gaze towards the knight; you take the chance to stick your tongue out in Steak’s direction.  Steak’s face drops into a thunderous scowl.

“Attendant,” Plum says, not even turning to look at you.  “Please desist.”

Steak’s scowl drops into a smug little smirk as you wilt again.

“Sorry, Plum.”

The white-haired Food Soul hums, his skepticism thrumming along your bond.  You struggle to keep the repentant smile on your face.  Plum sighs.  “Is the delivery vehicle in working order?”

“Dunno yet,” you say, perking back up and reaching for the handlebars to swing yourself into the seat of bike.

“Oi, absolutely not, your clumsy ass is not getting on that bike,” Steak says, already moving towards you.  “You’ll hurt yourself.”  You ignore him and swing your leg over.  It’s more like clambering, your movements inelegant.  Steak clicks his tongue and reaches out for you with one large hand.  You tighten your grip on the handlebar, knowing that he will absolutely pull you off if you don’t dismount.  

“Let them have their fun,” Peking Duck calls from the doorway, framed by the soft floral garlands that you’ve recently added to the entrance.  There’s a delighted shine in his golden eyes, and you suspect he absolutely knows how exaggerated your clumsy movements on the bike have been.   “It is not every day that a restaurant is able to expand to deliveries in several kingdoms. Let them at least test the bike while we are here, so we know they won’t get hurt.”

Peking’s smile has a mischievous tilt to it, but Plum agrees. Steak grumbles for a moment, his hand still on your shoulder.  You turn to him with a jutting lower lip.

“Stop that.” He gives you a little push before letting go of you.  You beam.  “Be careful, at least,” he says gruffly.

“Sure,” you chirp.

Steak rolls his eyes.  He stays close as you start the bike up.  The engine rumbles to life underneath you, louder than you expected.  Steak looks even less pleased that before.  His scowl has deepened and both swords are thrust into the ground, likely so he’ll be able to catch up with you faster.  

You rev the engine twice, just to listen to it purr.  Out of the corner of your eye, you see the tight clench of Steak’s fists.  “Hey,” you say, leaning back, your voice softer now.  The knight looks at you with the same scowl as before, but it slips just enough.  Sometimes you forget how deeply his urge to protect goes.  Steak wants to shield you from everything, and you know it frustrates him that he cannot.  Brash or not, the Food Soul cares.  It’s too easy for you to forget that at times.

“You’re here to take care of me, so I know that I’ll be okay.”

He grumbles again, looking away.  When he turns, the angle is just right for you to see the slight pink flush working its way across his cheeks.  “You’d better be, idiot.”

“Softy,” you sing-song.

Steak nudges the kickstand up harder than he needs to.  The pressure almost makes you stumble, bike caught between your legs, but he’s already got you steadied.  He lets go of you just as quickly as he caught you.  “Don’t go far,” he warns.  Still, he moves back to give you room.

You huff, hands tightening on the handlebar.  “I’m not a child.”  You wave at Plum Juice, who has moved back to stand by Peking.  Plum raises a hand in return; Peking inclines his head with a genial smile.  That spark of mischief is still in his golden eyes.

The engine roars under your hands as you rev it.  “Let’s see how fast this can go!” you cheer.

“What-” Steak barks, but you’ve already rotated the twist throttle and pulled your feet off the ground.  He doesn’t manage to react in time to keep you from going anywhere.  You throw him a grin as the bike takes off.

You shift into first with a fast press of your left foot.  Another twist of the throttle and you’re moving fast enough that you can feel the air streaming across your face.  You think you can hear Peking chuckling as you whip by the restaurant.  You’re well into second by then, and you are practically purring along with the engine.

You lean to your right to see how responsive the bike is; the counter steer works beautifully, the bike sliding into a gentle turn.  You click up another gear.  Distantly, you’re aware that Steak is yelling.  It’s almost impressive that he’s loud enough to be heard over the growl of the engine and the whistle of the wind.

The road in front of your restaurant is long and straight until a slightly distant cross road.  It’s everything you don’t want at this moment.  “I’m going a bit further,” you yell to your Food Souls -- from the cursing, Steak absolutely hears you -- and you gun it for a decent distance before practically throwing yourself into a turn.  The adrenaline is starting to kick through you, breath caught tight in your chest as you lean close enough to the ground that you have to work every muscle in your core to keep the bike from going fully over.  The stretch and pull of your muscles is glorious in that way that edges right on pain; after a moment, it’s too much and you pull up.

You go for a few more minutes (the part of you not concentrating can hear that Steak is still losing his mind, even though it should be quite obvious at this point that you’re a skilled rider).   You use the straightaways to pick up speed before turning, each one sharper than the last and requiring you to lean closer and closer to the ground.  Still, you know it can’t last. The bike, though it rumbles nicely underneath you, isn’t meant for how much you’re pushing it.  The top speeds barely make your adrenaline spike further, and you resign yourself to ending your ride as you come up on the sign marking the cross road.

Part of you knows that you’re about to be meaner than usual with your next move, but the galloping of your heart feels more important.  You tighten your hands and whoop, leaning forward and hitting the throttle hard.  The jerk of the bike is sharper than you expected (delivery bike, you remind yourself, god, you hope you aren’t destroying it) but you feel the rear tire break traction.  The drift works perfectly.  You use it to angle yourself back towards your restaurant, pushing up into a higher speed once you’ve completed the turn.  

You come up on the restaurant fast, the bike still thrumming beneath you.  You give it one last push - the engine whines just a bit - and then lean forward and hit the front brakes.  It’s a careful and controlled maneuver.  You feel the rear tire rising and you rise with it. It feels like flying in the best of ways, your heart soaring as the adrenaline pumps through you.  Your front tire stays down, sliding along the road until you come to a full stop.  The rear wheel drops with a thud and you move fast to brace yourself, a wild smile on your lips.

Once your feet are on the ground, you glance up at your Food Souls with a smile.  Steak is gaping at you, his fingers twitching.  Plum Juice isn’t much better, but he somehow makes even aghast shock look refined.  Mostly, you’re surprised to see that even Peking looks a bit shaken, but then there’s that little smile rising like the sun across his lips, so fast that you think perhaps you imagined his surprise.

Knowing you don’t have long, you flash them an even bigger smile and throw up a peace sign.

“Bike works great!” you chirp, swinging off of it with a small grimace as your muscles pull.  “Can’t wait to really start deliveries!”

Steak makes a choked off noise.

“Ah, Attendant,” Plum says cautiously.

“Hmm?

“Perhaps it would be best...if we took care of the deliveries.”

“Oh?  How come?”

Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Peking raising his arm to cover his smirk with one of his long, draping sleeves.  You bite down on your laugh.

“Well,” Plum says, glancing to the other Food Souls for assistance.  When it doesn’t come, he shifts his gaze back to you.  “It’s usually best if you’re at the restaurant; the customers love you so much.”

“Huh,” you say, starting into the restaurant.  Peking lets you brush past him.  “Well, I’ll just do the deliveries a few times a week, then, I guess.”

A hand winds around your bicep and pulls you back.  “Absolutely not,” Steak grits.  He spins you to face him.   “You are not getting on that contraption again while I’m around.”

You blink.  “Okay.”

“There’s no way in hell you can -- wait, what?”

You reach up and pat him on the cheek.  “Okay.”

Steak’s hands fall away from you.  The scrunch of his brow is actually cute.

“Okay,” he repeats.

“Okay,” you say amiably.  The sound is soft and low, but Peking is absolutely chuckling behind you.  When you flick your gaze back towards him, he inclines his head and disappears into the restaurant.  As you return your attention to Steak, you see movement from the corner of your eye that indicates Plum has followed him.

Steak eyes you warily.  You blink at him and offer up a soft, fond smile.  “Dumbass,” he grumbles, but his scowl is softening.  

You pat his cheek once more.  “Same to you,” you say cheerfully.  “I think I’m going to go exploring, we need a few restocks.  Wanna come?”

“...Fine.  Someone has to make sure you don’t get killed.”  

You hum in agreement and turn to head back into the restaurant once more.  Steak falls into step beside you.

You wave to some of your regular customers as you enter before turning down one of the private hallways.  Steak keeps pace by your side, pulling you to the side as one of your servers goes running past and almost knocks you over.  “Slow down, dammit,” he calls after them.  You laugh.

Another turn takes you down a quieter hallway.  

“Hey Steak?”

“What.”

You brush the back of your hand against his with a smile.  “I’m glad you’re around to keep me safe.”

“A-Attendant!” For a second, you think he’s going to say more, but he subsides into a quiet muttering that you can’t quite make out.  He looks away from you, cheeks flushed, and you revel in his rare softness.  

You let the moment linger for a few breaths more and then, making sure he isn’t looking, you slip the delivery bike’s spare key into your pocket.

[braised-lamb-blog]

Steak x Red Wine x Master Attendant #1 - Love Triangle

As if the love-hate relationship between Steak and Red Wine wasn't already going strong...

Both of them have a very strong desire to protect you. It's just a part of their personality. And that desire is intensified tenfold once they realize their feelings for you.

They have similar tastes, if you get my drift, so it's no surprise they'd fall for the same person.

I'm praying for the MA they both fall for once they find out they both have feeling for you, because they're going to be on you 24/7 to try and keep you from the other. They'd never invade your privacy or anything, but they're constantly trying to steal your attention.

Steak would be the one to frequently come up behind you with hugs, probably to glare at Red if you're talking with him. Meanwhile Red would be the one having you take his arm in a very gentlemanly manner, most likely to guide you away from wherever Steak is.

It's basically the synopsis of a fantasy/romance novel. Like and prince and a knight both falling for the same gentleman/damsel. The knight is showing off feats of strength while the prince is showering them with gifts. Eventually teaming up with one another to make a daring rescue for the one they love.

You really adore them both and can't pick, so you tell them you want to be with both of them.

It pleases them, yes. But does it stopping the fighting? Nope. It just means that their competition for attention will be a lot more intimate in nature. Just be ready for a lot more stolen kisses than you bargained for~

Things are still uneasy between them, but if there's one thing those two can finally come together on, it's their love for you <3

Bonus: When they finally make the confession, Gingerbread is the one in the back with a basket of rose petals, shouting “IT’S ABOUT TIME!”

[zoeykallus]

Tech -Thank You For Loving Me 15 – Work Work Work

Tech x Fem!Reader FF

Warnings: 18 + SMUT

Oral Giving/Nudity/ Cum Eating/ Soft And Tired Tech/

What Happened Before:

Nervous Flutter

Part 2 - Help Me To Let Go

Part 3 - Asking For Advice

Part 4 - Devotion

Part 5 - The Explorer

Part 6 - You’re The Best

Part 7 - Experimental (½)

Part 8 - Experimental (2/2) - Not Fully Functional

Part 9 - Not Alone

Part 10 - Cared For

Part 11 - Don’t You Worry

Part 12 - A White Lie

Part 13 - Hope

Part 14 - Games To Play

Part 15 - Work Work Work

The modifications of the two ships to match each other now took a week longer than planned and Tech was under pressure. It was time to get back to doing jobs for Cid, the credits were running out.

Tech worked practically day and night, Echo helped him most of the time and you hardly got to see him. But you understood the need, of course.

Tech was lying among the engines in the Marauder's engine room, wrenching away, surrounded by spare parts, tools and covered in grease stains, when you came to check on him.

"How's it going, handsome?" you asked gently, kneeling down beside him.

"Oh, hello Cyare, I didn't hear you come in" he said, smiling tiredly at you "Things aren't going quite so well"

Your eyes roamed over the machines and all the utensils around him.

"What exactly isn't going so well?" you wanted to know.

Echo who entered the room behind you said, "The engines of the two ships can't be synchronized for some reason. Your shuttle is not causing any problems, but the Marauder seems to be having some sort of hiccup."

You watched as Echo joined Tech and started working as well.

"What does that mean?"

Tech said matter-of-factly, "If the ships' engines can't be switched in sync, we can't use the hyperdrive when we're coupled. If I command boost in the Marauder, the command must automatically be executed in both shuttles. That works, but it doesn't work the other way around."

You frowned and said, " Well, then we can just fly the two ships using only the Marauder, would that be so bad? What happens anyway if the two ships are out of sync?"

Tech adjusted his goggles with his index finger as he looked at you and matter-of-factly explained, "Since the Hope is larger and heavier than the Marauder, the ships would be torn apart in a hyperspace jump and we would probably all die."

"Oh," you said in surprise "That wouldn't be good"

"I agree with that," chuckled Echo.

Tech added: "Depending on the situation, it might be necessary for us to pilot the ships via the Hope, but the Marauder's engine only seems to want to communicate in one direction."

"Sounds complicated," you muttered uncertainly.

Tech shook his head, "It really shouldn't be. But for some reason it is, and I just can't find that reason. It's starting to make me... how would you put it? Insane."

"Poor darling" you said softly kissing his cheek "I hope it resolves soon, I miss you"

"Believe me, I miss you too, a lot. That being said, I've hardly slept in the last two weeks. I hate to admit it, but I'm pretty drained" Tech confessed.

This was really new, Tech was always fit and tinkering, but the modifications to the ships, had really taken everything out of him in the last few weeks.

"I know this thing needs to get done, ASAP, but no one benefits from you working yourself to death," Echo said sympathetically "Why don't you take a few hours break, take a shower, get some sleep. Let your girl take care of you for a bit and relax, I'm sure it will work better after that"

You nodded at Tech with a smile.

"Echo is right."

With a sigh, Tech put the tool down, smiled at you and said, "Do you have a little time to take care of your broken boyfriend?"

"Always, sweetheart, always"

Tech disappeared into the bathroom and you fixed him a steak sandwich and his favorite juice. When he got out of the shower and saw the food on the small dining table, he smiled gratefully.

"Oh Cyare, you are the best."

He sat down on the chair at the table in his shorts and shirt with wet hair and immediately started eating like a hungry bear. You decided to take better care of him and even if he refused to, bring him snacks at work, you would not let him talk you out of this again. The poor guy was half starved.

You had freshly made the beds, fluffed the pillows, and had already arranged the blanket for him when he came into the bedroom. Tech climbed into bed, grabbed your hand and pulled you to him. He pulled the blanket over both of you and wrapped both arms around you.

"I missed you," he murmured against your neck.

Your hands slid over his shoulders onto his back.

"I missed you too, handsome."

Examining, your fingers felt over his shoulder and back muscles.

"You're all tense. Would you like me to give you a little massage?"

You broke free of the embrace and he mumbled softly, "You don't have to, stay here in my.... mmmh, never mind, that feels really good."

You had turned him onto his stomach, crouched over him and started massaging his shoulders and back. He moaned under you as if you were in the middle of lovemaking and you couldn't help but grin in amusement.

Slowly, bit by bit, his muscles relaxed under your fingers.

"Mesh'la?"

"Yes?"

Tech said hesitantly, "I'm in a dilemma. I'm, touch starved, as you like to say. I'm... hard right now but I'm so done.... I don't know if I can... Help me Cyare"

You turned him on his back, took off your night shirt over your head and sat on his lap, feeling his hard manhood through the fabric of your panties and his shorts.

He shuddered and his hands automatically moved to your hips.

"You want me to help you?"

Tech nodded and his cheeks and ears reddened.

"You could ride me," he said shyly.

"Or I could suck you off," you returned with a smile.

His ears turned even redder.

He swallowed and said, "I'm happy with either, you decide."

As you climbed off his lap, pulled down his boxers and leaned over him to kiss your way from his mouth, over his chin, down his neck, across his chest, and stomach to his private parts, he sighed in devotion.

"Mesh'la you are so good to me".

"You're always so caring and considerate, I'm just returning the favor" you replied softly, licking your lips and placing a gentle kiss on his tip.

Tech moaned softly.

You realize he has always been so very caring, so immensly concerned about making you happy, for once, you wanted him to just lean back, relax and enjoy.

“Is this okay, Tech?” You whisper with your lips close to his length „Can you finally just lean back and let me pleasure you?“

He shivered in anticipation.

“Yes, Mesh'la as long as I can return the favor some other night… please…” He begged.

“Of course my love”

You took his hard cock in your hands, softly stroking it, making hin sigh in arousal.

Tech was so sweet and his little gasps and moans so delightful.

“You deserve this, Tech, my love, you've been working so hard” You assure him with another kiss to his tip.

He shivered again with a stuttered sigh, his eyes darkening, his head falling back into his neck. You can tell, he want's this.

“Now, enjoy Darling, clear your head for once, don't think, feel” You squeezed his base gently as your lips closed around his tip, for a moment.

“Kriff… I… Maker, I love your sweet lips.” He gasped husky.

You smiled, licking the underside of his cock.

As you took him in deeper, beginning to bobb your head up and down, he gripped the sheet with both hands. You took his cock down further, letting your tongue drag against the underside again. Looking at his hands, you can tell he’s holding back, grabbing the sheets to prevent from grabbing your head.

“Use me, Love” You encouraged him, then resumed sucking his cock, dragging your mouth and tounge along his hard length.

His thighs were already shaky and he moaned so sweetly, softly.

Tech hesitantly let go of the sheets and gripped your head instead. His eyes darted down to you, not sure if he was going to far. You hummed with pleasure to let him know you liked it.

He hesitated one more moment, before he started bobbing you up and down on his cock. You let him push you down on it until his length started going down your throat. You moan around him and with a strangled groan, he asked: „A- are you okay?“

You hummed again and winked at him as he looked at you checking.

„Mesh'la... don't need long like this“

Satisfied, you hummed again around his cock, making him twitch.

You picked up the pace and he let you, letting out another strangled groan. One of your hands cupping his balls, felt them tense, just a second later, his cock was throbbing in your mouth, filling it with his seed, as he let out a long drawn out moan.

Tech twitched and shivered as you licked his cock clean afterwards, mumbling sweet praises.

He was so done, you helped him pull up his Boxers again, because it didn't seem like he was doing it himself anytime soon.

As you climbed up in bed, still only in your panties, and snuggled up to him, he wrapped his arms around you once more, sighing devotedly.

„My sweet Cyare“, he whispered, barely able to talk any louder, so close to fall asleep any second.

You smiled, kissed his chin and whispered back: „Sleep, handsome, I'll be here with you when you wake up“

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Fast Pace- 12

Before we start, I'd just like to wish you all a very happy New Year! Know that there is plenty more to come from me in the coming year. And also thank you all for 420 followers (haha nice), I'm still in shock that people keep coming back and wants more. Believe it or not, this is the most active community and website I have ever written for and I'm so glad to have found Tumblr. Anyways enjoy xoxo

Summary: You're a hard-working Chef in Paris and after a freak accident run-in with Carlos Sainz, your life makes a 180. Let's just say with a certain agreement, you get your bills paid and in return stand in as Carlos' girlfriend for the press. But will you be able to handle the pressure and ensure the lines don't blur?

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Carlos Sainz x Sugar Baby!Reader

Warnings: I've aged up Carlos, he is 33 in this fic. Smoking, smut, sexual themes, age difference, manipulation, control, slight obsession, the word 'daddy', nudity, a garbage family, family trauma, disowning, tell me if I missed any

Taglist: @httpjeonlicious, @f1lov3r, @messersandmesses, @hollie911, @oriconde08 @thehufflepuffavenger1 @fanboyluvr @thatgirlmj @whyamireadingthis @oriconde08 @depressedriches @roseseraj @skepvids @sain55wifey @distinguishedvoidlady @amatswimming @sachaa-ff @lightdragonrayne @lazybot @formula1mount @fangirl-dot-com @saintslewis @carlossainzwho @lordpercevalcharles @topguncultleader @kitixie @serp3ns0rtiae @hangmandruigandmav @therealone4r @keii134 @dark-night-sky-99 @jax-the-oregonian @hachrinnen

Word count: 3,1k

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Part 11~Part 13 (coming soon)

“Echanté de voi rencontre, Monsur.” Carlos is trying his best, but at the moment he is butchering your home-tongue. You can’t but be nervous, he however seems as calm as a cucumber about meeting your parents. He’s got the sunglasses on that you gave him. You can see from where your sitting, your initials carved into the side. “No, no, mon cher. Good try, but it’s Enchanté de vous rencontrer, Monsieur.”  

He sighs, rubbing his face in his hands. He looks so much more relaxed already. He’s got short khaki’s on and a casual button up shirt. You’ve hired a more practical car for the week, one with a big trunk. You got your family lots of presents and might have overpacked a bit. Still not used to having such a big amount of money. But even still, you have the sunroof open, enjoying the county side air.  

“I’m sorry, mi querida,” he shakes his head and rakes his fingers through his hair. You can’t help yourself, tucking the stray hairs that fray in the wind behind his ears. “I should’ve gotten a haircut before we came.” He sighs, but you can see that he enjoys your touch. “No, it is the perfect length, don’t change a thing about it.” He gives a side-eye but you can only laugh. “No, it’s in the way.” 

You pout, “No, your hair is just long enough to...grab...” you mutter, taking a handful of hair and pulling on it ever so slightly. Surprisingly, a growl escapes his throat. The noise causes a warmth to spread through your body.

The sunlight hits his skin just beautifully, he looks like hot caramel. Something you want to drizzle into your mouth. You’re sure you could cook a steak on his sizzling skin.  

“This is your home then?” He asks, while caring the bags. He refuses to let you carry a single one. You nod and then knock on the door. “It is a small house for 7 people, no?” He’s not wrong. “Oui, us three girls had to share a room and the boys shared a room.” He grimaces at your words, “Then one day we will have a big house.” You blush at his words and wrap your arms around his, all while subtly taking a photo.  

The door opens, you only now realise how short your mom has gotten. Or maybe it really has been so long. “Ah, ma fille, tu viens enfin rendre visite à ta vieille mère. Cela fait si longtemps et enfin tu ramènes un homme à la maison!” She instantly starts rambling and then opens up her arms and gives Carlos a big hug. “N'es-tu pas si beau? Quel est votre nom et pourquoi êtes-vous avec ma fille?”  

Carlos looks like a fish out of water. His face is entirly blank and he just seems to be nodding along. “Enchanté de vous rencontrer, Mademoiselle,” he stutters through the French, his Spanish accent still blatantly obvious. Your mother just frowns at his bad French. “He doesn’t speak French.” Her wide smile turns sour, “Pourquoi faire venir un homme inutile qui ne parle pas français?”  

You sigh and then nudge him, “the presents,” you whisper. “Il s'appelle Carlos et il a apporté des cadeaux.” Now she really does smile as he holds up the presents. “Oui, come in, come in.” Like always, he allows you to walk in first.

“What did she say?” He asks to you in a whisper. You sigh and shake your head. “Nothing that you need to worry yourself about.” You give him a kiss on the cheek, trying to soothe his usually worry.  

“Apportez-lui quelque chose à boire, je suis sûr qu'il est fatigué après son très long voyage.” You sigh, of course she asks that of you. As if you and him didn’t have the same trip. You turn to Carlos after he sat down along with your mother to open her present, that you picked out. 

 “Carlos, what would you like to drink?” He frowns and then stands up. He takes your arm and then leads you to the couch. “You must be tired, mi querido, it was a four-hour trip, I’m sure you are tired.” He leads you to sit down next to him, he pulls you into his side. Everything in you wants to cuddle into his side, but you can feel your mother’s judgemental eyes on you.  

Instead, you shake your head, “My mother insists that I get you something to drink. You did drive after all.” You can see the tick in his jaw, clearly not happy with this. He smiles, forced clearly, “Please tell your mother I don’t need anything to drink.” You sigh and do just so and she replies with some comment insisting you do just that. Yes, you are exhausted but even still you stand and pour him a drink.  

“Je vais lui montrer la chambre.” You grab him by the arm and pull him up towards your old bedroom. Quite ungracefully you fall on your childhood bed. He smirks, but his smile is quick to fall. “Mi dulce niña, does she always make you feel like this?” Carlos asks you give and exhausted laugh. “You don’t even know what she said,” you peak at him, and he pulls you into his lap.  

He kisses your forehead, “Tell me," You sigh and rest you head on his shoulder. “When she met you, she went, ‘you’re so handsome why are you dating my daughter?’ And then she went, ‘you’re so stupid bringing a man that doesn’t even speak French.’ Then after that it was, ‘poor thing he’s so tired bring him something to drink.’ As if I wasn’t on the exact same trip as you!”  

His jaw locks and his arms wrap tighter around you, “Does she always speak to you like that,” you sigh and sink deeper into his arms. “Why do you think I brought you with. Call you my armour,” you laugh, actually hiding behind his arms. He laughs, but it’s the same type of awkward type, “Where is your dad, is he any better?”  

You hum and then walk down the stairs again after taking your breather and then ask your Maman where your father is. “He is outside with your brother, working hard as always,” she says, still in French.

“Really, which one?” You ask, opening the back door, only to see your oldest brother chopping wood while your father carves the same wood right next to him. “Bér!” You call out and once he sees you, he smiles.  

You walk into the back fields, Carlos trailing behind you and when you do finally meet your brother, he gives you a warm hug. “Finally, back in your own country,” he comments, and you can’t help but furrow your brows. “What do you mean?” You ask, you haven’t told anyone about anything. “You think I haven’t noticed? I am not like Mama and Papa who do not own a phone and use the library’s computer to email you.”  

You frown and watch his eyes. They’re train on Carlos who seems to be struggling with the mud and his very expensive shoes. “Traveling the world with mister Armani,” he teases you like always, and you can’t help but step on his shoes. “Enchanté, Monsieur.” Carlos holds out his hand and it makes you and your brother laugh out loud. “Don’t worry, race-man... I am not her father.” You jab your brother in the stomach.  

“But he’s even worse.” He groans and then begins complaining in French but you’re quick to stop him. “Connard, you know Carlos doesn’t speak French, clearly, you’ve been stalking him. So don’t be an ass,” Bérenger sighs at your words and then translates for Carlos.

“I was just saying that I you see in your fancy Ferrari and your expensive shoes, no one in the family can understand someone like you being with a dull girl like her.” He shrugs and you both laugh, it’s the way you talk as siblings.  

Even so, Carlos’ expression turns sour. “He much more than that Bérenger, now, play nice.” Before you turn to leave to say hello to your father, you ask your brother one last thing. This time in French, because you’d rather not have Carlos know just yet. “How is Papa today?” You brother hesitates, knowing exactly what you’re talking about. “He’s there, like before, no confusion yet today.”  

You nod and make your way over. “Bonjour Papa, I’ve come to visit.” Your father looks up to you, his eyes clear. Not that his personality has changed much, he replies in a gruff tone. “Who’s the boy?” His eyes are like daggers on Carlos.

“He’s my boyfriend,” your dad rolls his eyes. “Yeah, sure. And for how long is he going to put up with you?” You laugh, like always keeping the peace. “I’m not some terrible burden. At least, not in his eyes.”  

Like always he just replies with a scoff.  

Before long, you’re washing dishes after dinner. “Mi paloma, please tell your mother the dinner was delicious.” You can feel his big strong arms wrap around your waist. You’re sure he's feeling a bit alone. It’s only been you and your brother here who can even speak English.

You smile, “Thank you, Carlos, but she didn’t make it.” It’s the truth, the whole evening Bérenger and Carlos chopped wood, all while you have to take care of your mother’s ever whim, like always.  

It doesn’t bother you; it’s always been like this. But you can tell it’s getting to Carlos. “No wonder I liked it so much, it’s your cooking. But, mi dulce niña, you barely ate, aren’t you hungry?” He caresses yours even as you continue washing. “Thank you, Carlos, it’s nice hearing some positive words after that dinner.” He sighs, burrowing his face on the crook of your neck.  

“You’re avoiding my question.” He places small kisses here and there. “It’s not in the diet plan,” it’s an excuse, your mother had been commenting on your weight all evening. Yes, it’s true you’d gained weight, but you’d been working out and most of it is muscle. But her words are sharp, and the thoughts are springing up. If it makes her happy, better so. He does his usual noise when he’s unhappy when something.  

“Tomorrow I’ll cook dinner,” you gasp, turning to him, his words have caused delight in you. “I’d like to see that,” his brows furrow but a smug look is on his face. “What? You don’t think I can?” In your mind, yes, he has a difficult life, but that’s just stress. He has personal chefs and personal trainers and likely his father had too. Not way did he ever learn to cook. “No, not at all.” 

You cross your arms, and he just laughs. “Fine then, I'll show you. You can even post it on your Instagram.” This sparks joy, you love seeing people’s reactions to you and him.

So far, they’ve been nothing but positive. In these short three weeks you’ve gotten 50k new followers. If they’re there for you or Carlos, doesn’t matter to you. You’ll give them what they want either way.  

“You mean it?” Your hands reach up and take hold of his shirt. “Only if you eat,” and with that you bite your lip and nod. “Okay, you’ve got yourself a deal.” He sighs, takes a drying rag and begins helping you by putting away the dishes. “Oh Carlos! Ne perdez pas votre temps avec la vaisselle, Y/N la fera. Laisse-moi te montrer ses photos de bébé.”  

You sigh, leaning your head against his chest. “Oh no,” his brows furrow pulling you away to see what the matter is. “She wants to show you my baby pictures.” A deep laugh escapes his chest. “Mi querida, I’d love to help you finish this, but I can’t miss that.” You laugh but do allow him to see little you.  

“What colour are you choosing?” You ask your mother, watching as she scans through the different nail polishes. Like expect she chooses a toned-down pink, she rarely does her nails but when she does, it’s always that same colour. “Why don’t you choose something different? Look I’m going with this black with gold shimmer. We’re somewhere nice, don’t you want to use the opportunity?”  

Your mother just looks at you over her glasses. “And why is that?” It’s already Thursday, the week had been going by slower than you expected it would and only made you realise why you visit so little.

The only good thing so far has been your father’s awareness, he’s had a few moments of unclarity these past few months. Even so, just like growing up, he doesn’t exactly stand up for you against your mother’s badgering.  

Like always, it's just the usual gruff short replies and relative quietness. Carlos, however, has been nothing but kind. The dinner he cooked was amazing, the fans swooned in your comments. At night he’d hold you tight and whisper sweet nothings. All about how beautiful you are and how you’re perfect as is. It helps, yes, but nothing compares to motherly love. You do everything you can, but still don’t feel like enough.  

“Ah, Mama, don’t be like that.” After that, she continues about the gossip of the town and the lives of your siblings. That is of course until you’re sitting at the dinner table again. Enjoying the food Carlos has crafted to fit both of your diets, showing him your nails. He loves them and makes sure to kiss your knuckles.  

That is, until your mother interrupts your bliss. “Y/N, what did you say Carlos does?” You bite the inside of your cheek. “He is a Formula one driver.” You mutter, trying to hide yourself behind her sharp glare. “And are you still a chef?” You swallow your food; you’ve been avoiding this question for as long as possible. You shake your head, “No, Mama,” her bitter stare grows stronger.  

“So, what is it that you do?” She raises her voice, now your father seems interested. “I am working on my modelling career.” Both your parents groan and gasp in raised tones. “This again,” your brother mutters, he too has been harsh with you. “Why do you keep going on and on about this modelling. Ever since you were small. My daughter, you know I love you, but you aren’t like those pretty girls.”  

Her words are like knifes; knifes reopening wounds you’d been working so hard to heal. Carlos takes your hand under the table. This whole time he’d been encouraging you to stand up for yourself. Convincing you that what they’re saying aren’t normal and that you shouldn’t tolerate it. You’ve tried persuading him or more yourself that she’s your mother and she does it out of love.  

But she’s been ungrateful all week. As if she hasn’t been begging you to come home and talk to her. She comments on everything, your weight, your hair even your laugh. Saying you squeal like a pig, you tried to laugh less after that one. She hates her nails and all the presents you brought home. More than all, you’ve been dreading this happening. Hoping that it never would.  

“No, Mama, I do not know that you love me,” she gasps and begins screaming even more. “How could you not know? I raised you. I fed you, clothed you, gave you the deposit to get your degree. Which you don’t even use now!” The anger over comes you and you rise from your chair. “Carlos will gladly pay back all that money if I was such a burden on you!”  

The whole table goes eerily quiet. Soon it is interrupted by a scoff from your brother. “So what? He’s like your Sugar Daddy, right?” You take a moment to calm down, trying to decide if you’re going to say the truth. But they're your family. You should never lie to your family, right? “Yes,” you take his hand back into yours. You can see that he’s picked up his name and knows he’s being discussed.  

“What is that, Bérenger?” Your mother asks, switching between you and your brother. “She fucks him for money. A glorified prostitute!” His words are harsh and spit flies as he screams. You know for a fact that if Carlos understood French, he’d be raging.

“Unbelievable!” Your mother gasps out and another raging fire starts in you. “What? Is it so unbelievable that someone could actually love me so much that they’d pay to see me?”  

Years and years or anger and trauma, built up due to constant belittlement finally breaks through. “Why does it shock you all so much that he thinks I’m beautiful. That he thinks I’m more worth than all the riches in the world. You hate it that someone actually respects me, because you can’t knock me down anymore.”

Again, the table goes quiet before your brother speaks again. This time in English, clearly wanting Carlos to understand what he’s saying.  

“He doesn’t respect you. He doesn’t care for you. And he most certainly doesn’t love you. He just wants to fuck you. And once he’s bored of you, he’ll take what he’s given and leave you with nothing.” Before you can curse out your brother, a sharp crack is heard. Your brother is on the floor, nursing a bloody nose. “Don’t you ever, ever talk to her like that ever again.”  

You can hear your mother rambling on about her poor son and can only scoff at her reaction. “I’m not some city boy who doesn’t know how to throw a punch. You won’t believe how strong 6G’s of force make you.” Through all the commotion, there is a muttering that can be heard. Listening carefully, it is your father. “Get out, get out,” he repeats over and over.  

You bow your head down low, right by his ear but just shake off his words. This irritates him and he too raises his voice. “Get out, you’re no daughter of mine.” You laugh at his words, “Don’t be silly, Papa, you must be having one of your episodes.” You go to rub his back, in your mind to soothe him but he grabs your wrist before he can.  

“Hear me when I say this girl, because I am clear of mind when I do. While you are still whoring yourself out to this man, you are no daughter of mine.” The realisation hits you like a truck. So much so, that you stagger back, Carlos catching you as your head becomes dizzy. “Mi pequeña, what is the matter?” All you can do is shake your head.  

“Come, Carlos, it seems that we are not welcome here.”   

Just so p.s. me not translating the French and Spanish is for a reason. I'm not just being spiteful, it is part of the storytelling. If you want to get a good grade in fanfic reading (which is totally possible and a very normal thing to want) feel welcome to translate it 😉

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Rules: Answer 21 questions and tag 21 people you’d like to get to know. hey fill it out too if you’re into this sort of thing!  (tagged by @deetvar, tyty)

nickname: Lua

real name: not telling

zodiac: in Chinese zodiac, horse.  in western zodiac, virgo.  (i prefer the former)

favorite musicians/groups: DANNY BROWN, Emancipator, Bad Religion, Ellegarden, A Thee Silver Mt Zion, Nappy Roots, Busta Rhymes, Twista, Major Lazer, Flying Lotus, Aesop Rock, J Dilla, Less Than Jake, Streetlight Manifesto, Band of Horses, Kanye, Yoshiki / X Japan, Frank Ocean, Electric Six, Rachmaninoff, Chopin, Yoko Kanno, David Wise, Utada Hikaru

favorite sport teams: college basketball is the one true sport.  i love University of North Carolina & Kentucky, and also, literally any enemy of Duke is a friend of mine

other blogs: i got a dreamwidth

do i get asks: not really

how many blogs do i follow: 311, apparently, though i assume a lot of them are inactive

tumblr crushes: i don’t really know what this would mean

lucky numbers: i’m fond of 3 and 333 and prime numbers in general

what am i wearing: pajama paints, white furry jacket, purple tanktop

dream vacation: i still need to do a couple months of just chillin out in eastern Hokkaido and looking at birds and skiing

dream car: the real dream is not having to own a car.  i miss boston public transit like burning

favorite food: …god, i like a lot of food.  anything you can drown in cajun seasoning.  okra masala.  popcorn.  steak.  soup dumplings.  ramen.  taco bell.  sushi.  the kind of food you get at campy teppanyaki places.  the kind of food you get at family Italian restaurants with like, absolutely preposterous proportions & there’s a parmesan shaker on the table so you can just drown everything in cheese.  idk if i’m painting a coherent picture here at all lol

drink of choice: at the moment, apple cider and diet coke.  i also really like rooibos tea and black tea when i can be assed to actually boil water

instruments: piano (pretty well) and oboe (passably, though i’m out of practice).  i also played marimba in the pit of my high school marching band and that RULED, i could play with four mallets at a time, and it’s such a cool instrument, i miss it

languages: i took uh, two semesters of Spanish in high school from an awful teacher, and two semesters of Japanese from a good teacher.  that’s… that’s about it.  languages are tragically not my thing alas

celebrity crush: no idea what my current one would be, but when i was fifteen i thought Hayden Christensen’s SW3 hairdoo was mighty hot

random facts:

i sat around a while trying to figure out what may surprise or interest longtime readers, but gosh being interesting on the spot is hard.  here’s what i got:

* i’m the lone nonatheltic nerd in a giant extended family of uberjocks.  i have a cousin who played basketball in the NBA, another cousin who played professionally in Europe and coached for a while in the USA, basically all my siblings/cousins/etc set some kind of record in their sport when they were in high school, etc.  this meant that, my mom spent a long time desperately trying to find me a sport, because Poor Lua Will Feel Left Out If She Doesn’t Find One :(, so every six months i was thrust into a new one.  to be clear: i didn’t mind this!  mom would say “do you want to try tennis” and i���d say “sure” because i’ll try anything *once*, and i generally found the sport diverting/amusing, but i was just never any good at them and none held my interest for more than a year.

sports i attempted during that period in my life: soccer, basketball, volleyball, ballet, tap dancing, tennis, cross-country, lacrosse, swimming, probably a couple others i’m forgetting

i am not good at sports

* in my fifth grade spelling bee i misspelled the word “macaroni” because i fucking HATED macaroni, we didn’t have any boxes of the shit in my house, how the hell was i supposed to know it only had one “c”.  in my sixth grade spelling bee i misspelled the word “onyx” because I THOUGHT IT WAS SPELLED LIKE THE POKEMON NAMED “ONIX” FFS.  i am very mature and totally over both of these and don’t stew over them late at night

(…the kid who got sent to the regional spelling bee instead of me fuckin misspelled “FOIL.”  what a fucking tool.  who let that brat out)

* i read only a little bit of fanfiction, off and on, as a kid, and didn’t start writing my own until halfway through college.  i wrote the first draft of “crush” while pretty damn tipsy after i left an a capella group party at 2am, i wrote “delicately, madly” when i was in-hindsight deeply depressed during a fucking horrendous internship, and i wrote “lust like remembrance” in an annoyed fit after a complicated love triangle i was involved in imploded, in like, a weird passive-aggressive why-are-these-dudes-so-bad-at-feelings sort of way

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School Trip  | Jin Oneshot 1 / 2

Jin x Reader (Andrea) - [all members included]

PARTS | 1 | 2 [MASTERLIST]

*[the second part has smut and mature 21+ warning so if you are younger please do not read]

WORD COUNT: 4.8k

Warning: strong language

Genre: Fluff mostly, flirty, comedy, character (I don’t like Y/N, so I put a name but I don’t repeatedly use it and I write in first pov so you’ll never notice)

Summary: Summer came, your school trip to Greece with your classmates came to. In the plane, your seat is next to a boy, named Jin who you got to know better on this long flight. You two keep meeting and doing stuff together, that you thought would never do in your life. Like getting lost on purpose and run in the wrong direction, hand in hand with a boy you didn’t even know yesterday. But will you fall for him? What secrets do you keep and will it ruin the trip?

A/N: Hi guys. This ff is for my mutual and friend Andrea. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BABE! Love you! I also what to thank someone who helped me edit conversations, because I am not a native English speaker, and helped me a lot al in all @Miniefaithful Thank you. CHECK HER FF OUT! 

Snippet:  I get a hold of his hand again and just started running, tugging him along. It felt empowering, not knowing where you’ll end up but not giving a fuck. Not giving a damn if I got lost. Partly because he’s with me. I am not getting lost by myself. But I am still in a foreign country, new town, in afternoon hours, smiling like an idiot. His hand tightened mine and he took the lead.

I hope you like this, like, re-blog and comment below. And sorry i’m advance for any mistakes. Kisses.

“Damn it. These shoes are never gonna fit into the suitcase.” My mom took a look at all the stuff overflowing my suitcase. "You know you won't need half of this? "MOM! It’s not every day you go on an overseas trip, I need this." I said pointing at the mess I made. The shoes still bugging my OCD. "Nope, they're not going in." "Hmm.." - she looked at it in thought - "got it, take the makeup bag in your carry on and you can fit the shoes."

 “Mom, you’re a genius.” - I hugged her.

 “So, are you excited?”, she smiled but I know it was a sad kind of smile. 

 “Yea! I’m so happy that dad and you let me go to Greece. I know it’s far away and scary for you but thank you, guys.”

Now I can see that she's tearing up. This was hard for her because we were always close, like any mother and daughter. 

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After what feels like forever stuck at an airport, we are boarding the plane. I got my book ready for this long flight and my power bank so I could charge my phone. The girls behind me, hushed that Kim SeokJin has seat next to mine on his ticket. He’s in my class of but we never really talked.  I guess they saw right. He's putting his Super Mario backpack in the compartments above, and his t-shirt rose a little.

His flat stomach had those V lines on his hips. After he finished he positioned his butt above his seat and sat with a loud thud. Broad shoulders of his couldn’t really fit ordinary economic class seats, he looked so uncomfortable, it was low-key funny, and I was smiling alone, like an idiot.

My rosy cheeks might reveal that I was staring at him, so I buried my nose into the book. 

The turbulence was scary, and the flight attendant said we don’t have to worry, that the shaking is actually normal. I was scared a little but, I saw Jin, white as a ghost. How is grown ass man so scared of planes? I guess all of us have our phobias. 

“Is this your first time, too?”, I asked him so he’ll focus on something else.

“Yes, is it that obvious?”, he said nervously smiling.

“No,”, I lied, ”But it’s my first time too so maybe we can distract each other? Not that you need a distraction, but I’d use one.” 

I made him believe he was helping me surpass my fear. 

 “Andrea right? Just take deep calming breaths, focus on bringing your heart down to a normal steady rate.” 

I nodded making my cheeks puffy doing the breathing exercise. Making it like I was more anxious than I am.

He was so cute trying to calm me, while at the same time he was panicking himself.

The plane shook, harder than before, and it was the worst feeling I ever experienced. I was flying, god knows how many meters above the ground on a metallic “bird” that was shaking and making weird noises. I grabbed the armrest so hard that my knuckles were white. Now I was reallyyyyyy scared. What surprised me was that at the same time when turbulence started, he snatched our shared armrest, over my hand, shutting his eyes and doing the breathing exercise himself. 

Even when I’m this terrified he succeeded to make me laugh. But now, he was the one having a panic attack. 

 “Jin!” he wasn’t responding, “Jin!” I repeated. “Hey, look at me. Talk to me. When’s your birthday? What’s your favorite color? How many siblings do you have?” I asked him fast.

“Iiii-it’s in December. The D-december f-f-fourth. Blue, I love blue and what’s the last question again?”

“Siblings”

“Yeah, I have. Brother.” 

 “Older or younger?”

“Older”

“What’s he like?”

Turbulence stopped, making me feel safe again but he was still a little shaken up.

“He’s pretty cool now, at least now.”

“What does that mean?”

“Well, he used to take all my money and terrorize me when I was little. I mean that’s what brothers do, right? That’s why I want to have a daughter first.” He’s smiling now. 

 What a statement. It doesn’t make any sense. “I don’t understand.” I said laughing. 

 He got closer, moving his hand like he’s explaining something important but personal. - “Well, it’s just my theory. Noonas give you money. I want to have a daughter and then a son so his noona would give him money.” 

 “You love money that much that you wish you had a sister instead?” I joked. 

 “Heey,” - he felt offended but laugh it off. So he can take a joke -“I was terrorized every day by him, let’s not forget that.”

“I am an only child. I don’t know how you feel so I won’t judge. All I have is a dog.” 

 “Really? I had one too, but he passed away.” - He took his phone, scrolled down a gallery of photos and showed me a picture of a dog. “ -His name was Jjangu.” 

 “I’m so sorry, Jin. He was so cute.”

He furrowed his brows for one second and then looked at me. -“It’s ok. Can I see yours?”

“Sure” I said, finding pictures of my little furry monster. “He’s name is Kai”

“Like that idol?” 

“I had him before I found out about Kai.” - I defended myself. 

“Which Kai, the dog or the idol?” - He laughed at me. 

We continued talking through the whole flight. I learned a lot about Jin. He’s really good actor. He wants to be an actor or detective and is going to try out to get a scholarship for both of it and go with the choice he first succeeds. He loooooves to eat and make jokes. I noticed that when the snacks came and we talked about food and he just listed his favorites. Lobster, steak, cold noodles.. It doesn’t end for him. He is excited to try Greek food and you could see him practically drooling by just thinking about it.

For now, this trip is turning out to be fun. After some time, we decided to watch some movie on the display in front of us. “What do you like, what genre?”

“I don’t like horror movies, anything else is fine with me.” 

 “Well, either Titanic or The notebook.” - I read through the titles. 

 “I really don’t wanna watch shipwreck right now, especially when we are thousands of feet in the air.” - He winked and laughed at his own joke. 

 “Then the notebook it is.” - I love this movie. It’s the perfect movie for a first date too. Just this isn’t a date and he’s not my crush. I am not saying I don’t find him attractive or that I didn’t notice his full lips though.

 I woke up by Jin tapping my head and moving my hair that was on my face and telling me something. I jumped from my seat, as soon as I realized that I fell asleep. Right before the end of the movie, my head on his shoulder. - “I am sorry, so sorry Jin. Your shoulder must be numb right now.”

 “It’s nothing a little arm exercise can’t solve. Don’t worry.” - His smile appeared again, moving his shoulder in circles to loosen it up.. 

 I wanted to disappear. My cheeks burned bright red. Why do you keep doing things like this Andrea? Why these scenarios are happening to me? It was going great so far. At least I didn’t drool all over him.

It was time for the plane to land and again, we talked to each other, so the other one won’t panic. 

 Fortunately, we landed safely.

  “Dibs on the big bed.” - I shout at Bianca

“Oh hell no “-She came closer to me, looping her through a gap near my elbow.

 “Hell yes, or little birdies are gonna tell Yoongi you almost cheated with Jimin last weekend.” - I was threatening her with serious BFF stuff here.

 “I was drunk and you’re a slut” - she didn’t mean it. 

Hotel is quite nice. It has a nice view of the beach and a private pool that we can use. Apparently there is arcade next door and the hotel owns it too. 

I never thought I will see the sun, moon, and stars from the other side of the world but here I am. I couldn’t wait for the summer vacation as is, and when I got permission to go on this trip that school organized with some traveling agency I was beyond myself. I think I never had better grades how much I studied.

I opened sliding doors of our room’s terrace. As I stepped out the sound of waves filled my ears. Same sound I hear when putting the shell to my ear. It was windy, but pleasant because air felt hot already on my skin. I leaned on the bar and watched the sunset, which was mesmerizing. I am not dreaming, I’m really here, I told myself. But it still felt like a dream.

I woke up to the sound of raindrops hitting the window. The sky was clear but that didn’t stop rain from falling. And today’s forecast said it will be like this all day. Bummer. I asked Bianca if she wants to get breakfast with me. She is still asleep. I hear her telling me, “mmmmhmmm” but I know she’s not going to get up anytime soon. So I strolled down the hall by myself, listening to some music. Elevator doors opened and just as I was gonna press the button for the restaurant floor, someone put his hands on the closing door.

“That’s dangerous Jin, wanna lose that hand? Don’t do it again Geez..“

“I’m fine, MOM” - he casually took one earphone out of my ear, putting it in his, - ”What are you listening to? Oh I know this song, it’s good.” - He said while tapping his foot to the beat.

 The hotel restaurant was nearly full, people talking and me not understanding anything I sat into the empty chair and looked at the breakfast possibilities.

 “So what do you going to order?”

 “I don’t know. This breakfast set is sounding delicious” - his eyes wandered on the menu finding what he really wants. - “Steak! I want steak!” 

 “ Are you really going to order steak for breakfast? It’s fucking 9am for fucks sake”

 “Steak”- he said glaring playfully at me.

 “Steeeeeak”- I mocked his voice, “you’re insane”

 The waiter came and we ordered.

“You are just sorry that you are not that bold like me.”

 “Excuse me Mr. Bold, would you like kick in the nuts”

 “Ha-ha not that bold, I DO NOT want you racking my balls. But still bolder than you.”, his face trying to stay serious, but eventually he lost it.

 I pretended I kicked my leg below the table, he twitched scared - “I am bold just enough.”

“We’ll see.” - He exclaimed.

 “Will you be joining the tour around town?” - I said knowing I didn’t have to go, it was a choice thing but because of the weather I can’t sunbathe or swim, and would be bored staying in the hotel.

 “Only if It’s not raining, I hate getting wet when it’s raining.” - He explained.

“Where is Mr. Bold now, can’t take little rain.”, I teased him.

He licked his lips, staring at me, almost like he's trying to read my mind. - “If I go you’ll admit that I’m bolder than you and you’re a wimp?”

 “Of course”- I paused - ”not.”

“You almost got me there. Ha-ha. If I go will have to prove it to me by doing something bold.”

This was a dare now and I was enjoying.

“Deal.” 

The rain eventually stopped, lucky for Jin, I thought. Even that the day was cloudy, it was quite hot so I just packed my rain jacket in my backpack if it starts to rain again. Besides that, I was in shorts and a shirt. Bianca was getting ready for too long so I was hurrying her “Come on, B, it’s not like you’re going to cheat on Yoongi, with some greek god in front of him, no need to dress up.” - I said jokingly.

 She ignored me - “Heels or flats?” 

“Do you hate your feet? Flats, genius.” 

“You're right.”- she said slipping them on.

 Students gathered in the lobby, waiting for our professors to arrive so we can start the tour. The professors were quite chill about everything with us. We had our freedom as long as we are all not arrested or something like that. We even could make sleeping arrangements ourselves and had a talk about safe sex, when we talked about the trip in class. So they knew what would students do secretly, and just let us loose because we’re "young" is what they said.

I chatted with some students when someone approached me. 

“Oh, Mr. Bold. almost didn’t see you there.” 

“Mr. Bold, Jin Bold,”, he chuckled on his own joke, “nice to meet you Ms. Bold.”

The tour started and we exited the hotel. He following my pace, walked next to me waiting for a response.

“Ms. Bold… Oh, is it that you’re admitting my boldness?”

 “Of course not, I just wanted to tease you.” 

 “What are we now? Married? Or siblings?” I teased him.

 “Whatever you want us to be Ms. Bold” 

 “So it’s up to me to choose?”

“Apparently you do, make a bold choice. Don’t make me regret it.”

But that didn’t last too long, because in one swift motion he got to my neck, whispered: “Do this.” And bit my ear. Which send shivers throughout all of my body, and which he noticed. 

Retrieving to his previous spot, he said, “So is that your choice, FBI agents who hook up?”

“So you think you’re not up to the task? Jinnie” - I loved his reaction to that nickname, - “And didn’t you like wanted to be a detective? Like, woooow.”

“I was already acting if you didn’t notice, the one lacking talent here is you. A piece of cake for me tho.” - His ego was through the roof.

“Then if this is to easy for you, let’s step it up a little,” - I got a crazy idea right then and there.

I don’t know what came over me as took a wrong turn, taking him with me.

“What are you doing you crazy woman?” -  I got a hold of his hand.

 “Proving you right.” - I started tugging him along.

 “Proving me what?” - He didn’t repulse, in fact, he let me take him with me.

 “My boldness. Let’s get lost together, Mr. secret agent. Or are you scared?” - I was walking rapidly, smiling but seeming like a lunatic to him.

“Sometimes I wonder why are you so weird and then just give up because I can't find a reasonable answer, I swear-” He joked but it still hurt me.

“What did you say?” - I cut him off.

“I mean you rash out sometimes and have your own world and I wonder why I keep talking to you sometimes..” - In the middle of the sentence, I looked in front of me, hiding my face, still holding his tugged sleeve and hand in mine.

“Did you just get out of character? And you call yourself an actor. On the side note, you don’t have to talk to me if you don’t want.” - I let go of his hand, - ”I am not making you stay. Go back right now if you want.” - I was salty. How he dare.

“I’m not saying it in a bad way, you’re different, it’s a refreshment and it’s interesting. I wanna be part of that world of yours. That’s why I’m staying.” He quickened his pace to catch up with me, staring at me he smiled.

“Then let’s go, Mr Bold. What are you waiting for?” I smiled back.

I get a hold of his hand again and just started running, tugging him along. It felt empowering, not knowing where you’ll end up but not giving a fuck. Not giving a damn if I got lost. Partly because he’s with me. I am not getting lost by myself. But I am still in a foreign country, new town, in afternoon hours, smiling like an idiot. His hand tightened mine and he took the lead. We ran through many streets, right then left. What are we doing? And why do I feel so safe with him? I don’t know him. And still, I feel like his hand is the safest I held until now. I never do things like this. I am not fucking bold. I know that. My family knows that. Even he knows that. I ran until my lungs were out of breath. “Jin, STOB! I mean STOP!” I yelled. “Oh god, I can’t breathe.” 

 “Need some water?” he stopped and saw a store across the street. “Don’t move!”

 Jogging while crossing the street, he went in. After drinking some water I calmed and my stomach growled. 

 A grin plastered on his face “You hungry?” - HE HEARD THAT. OH GOD. I blushed. - “It’s ok, I am too. I could eat some local food right now.”

We stopped by some food truck and somehow ordered on English. It was a struggle but we managed to do it. We ate while walking, and talking about random things. 

 Faliraki is really beautiful. I could live here. Streets are not that busy but there are enough people. It’s hot, but at night wind gets chilly and perfect for some campfire on the beach while telling some stories and funny scenarios from our past. I am so cliché but that’s just the thing I would love to do with my friends once in my life. We stopped to buy some ice cream or gelato as this place was calling it. We walked 2 blocks now in my choice of direction. It’s time. 

ROCK PAPER SCISSORS! 

I put rock and he put paper. Dammit. 

Yes, we did choose our next turn based on rock paper scissors and was the best way to do it. We saw so many people, buildings, emerged into the culture.

“Okaaay! Let’s go this way I see a cool statue I wanna take a pic next to. “ We would occasionally stop and take pictures once in a while. Some together, but mostly one of the other.

“It’s getting dark. We should ask some people for directions to the hotel.” I said.

 “Make it funnier, present yourself in character as an agent and ask for directions.”, He proposed.

 “Nooo, are you crazyyy?” - I made a funny face.

 “HAHAHAA, so you don’t dare to it? I said it, you’re a wimp” - he provoked.

 “Ok but if you do it first.”

 “What if we get directions and you don’t do it then?”

 I counted on this loophole, but he’s not stupid. “Then I’ll ask someone too just for fun.” This is gonna be tricky, we don’t know the language. Hopefully, we will find someone who understands English. 

  “I am sorry sir, Agent Bold here, can you please tell us the directions to the Hotel and Spa resort ‘Elysium’?” - surprisingly he stayed in character. I am amazed. 

The older man was looking at him confused and just threw his hands in the air, signalizing he doesn’t understand.

 “The man was looking like you’re speaking alien.” - I barely caught air how much I was laughing. 

 “Then you try to do it, smart ass.” he pouted.

I stopped this girl, that may be a little older than me.

“I am sorry, miss, but this is some serious shit, you see, me and Agent Bold,” I gestured at Jin, showing my bus pass from home as my fbi badge and just for a second, “can you please direct us to the Hotel and Spa resort ‘Elysium’?”

“What? Oh…Elysium? You go.. now…” she struggled but tried to help, which was adorable and kind of her. “..left.. straight two, showed 2 fingers, and then right 4.. “

“We go left, 2 blocks straight, and the right 4 blocks?” I repeated so she could confirm I understood right. 

She nodded. 

“Thank you, ma’m your service will not be forgotten.” And I did that military salute with my hand. 

She just watched us, shocked, walking away.

“You’re hilarious, I almost lost it with the military greeting.”  

“I’m enjoying this too much, I must say.” I giggled.

 “What? Improv?”

“No, this, right now. Getting lost, but not giving a damn. Running in unknown directions. Not caring. No stressing, just free. I think this will be my most treasured moment of the trip.” I said while exhaling. 

“Then we should buy something so we remember.” He got closer to some granny selling souvenirs.

“This bracelet is cute.” I said pointing to the black bracelet with a blue rock and some beads.

“They’re pretty unisex, I’ll buy one too.” We paid and continued the way that irl told us. 

Laughing we seen the beach and our hotel in sight.  

“Ms Bold, our mission is nearly done.” I said. 

“It has been a pleasure working with you, Mr Bold, Jin Bold.” - I held my hand in the air for him to shake it.

“I would have to agree.” - He shook it and then greeted me with a salute. 

We burst out, squeezing our stomachs. 

Let me tell you something.

This was a great cloudy day. Damn it was. 

We got at our floor, he yelled “See ya later”, knocking on the door of his room 

I was walking down the hall to enter mine, feeling peaceful. I love Greece.

After showering I got ready to go to the restaurant floor for some dinner. My stomach growled. I entered the restaurant, and I had a pretty sight to see.  

Table for six, occupied by Bianca and Yoongi. Kissing, which is gross because people are eating and save that for the room. Across from them Jin, Tammy, and Jungkook. 

You all knew one Tammy in your life. The girl that is pretty, popular among boys, slutty sometimes but is overall nice. You are jealous of her, but still, understand why everyone loves her. She’s the social butterfly of the group. 

She was sitting between Jin and Jungkook. The only place I could sit when they called me over was a seat in front of Jin. So I did sit across of him, who was talking to Tammy at the moment, smiling and flirting. 

I felt uneasy watching them, which is weird because I didn’t know the guy’s full name yesterday. I sat, smiling and kicking Bianca on the leg so she’ll stop her makeout-sesh with Yoongi. She jerked “WHAT?” 

“Stopp please” I made vomiting sounds and faces.

 “Why is she always butting in between us babe?” he asked Bianca. “Can’t she find a boyfriend or something?” he laughed at his remark. 

“Couldn’t he jerk off before dinner, so he wouldn’t cum on the tablecloth while kissing you or something?” I asked B, not even looking at Yoongi. 

“Woooooah, the Andrea the clap back queen.” Jungkook made a surprised face, laughing and clapping his hands.

 “He’s not THAT quick, A.” B said to me.

All of them giggled beside Yoongi. “Wooooah” They all repeated it now.

“So he IS somewhat quick,” Jungkook said, “I told you so Tammy.”

“Ha ha ha, not funny..” Yoongi was offended now, becoming angry because we made fun of him.

 "How could you know, Kook?" - Tammy clapped back. "You made him cum quick or what?"

 "Actually, no." - Kook smirked. - "Only one I make cum quick is you, babe."

Tammy blushed and kicked Kook on the arm. 

“Yoongi you should practice controlling yourself, man” Jin made a serious face and then burst out.

As sarcastic as he can, Yoongi said, “Thanks a lot dumbass. You’ll regret this.”

“Sure thing, Usain Bolt" - Jin said through his laugh.

“Maybe he can do that after dinner.” Tam uttered while quietly eating and avoiding Yoongi’s gaze. 

Yoongi made an “O” with his mouth like he couldn’t believe we are bashing him in front of himself.

Bianca laughed too, which made Yoongi even angrier. 

He got up, his eyes darkened and he grabbed B’s hand.

“Heey, let go of meee YOONGI."-he didn't stop. -"BABE, it hurts”

“Let her go” I growled.

“Don’t worry, she likes it rough, is that right babe?”

“Yoongi I swear to god… If you don’t let go, Imma crush your nuts with my foot.”

 “Why? Don’t you wanna practice with me? Let’s practice babe. Just as they said, you can count seconds how quick I am in between your moans.”

 “We even get the show at the end of it. Like this day couldn’t get any better.” Jin exclaimed, laid back in the seat, watching them.

“On that note, where were you two today?” Jungkook took another bite, munching while looking at me and then Jin across of me.

“We got separated from the group at the red light, and took a wrong turn..” Jin lied.

“Yea, and some FBI agents directed us toward the hotel..” I added to the lie and I cracked up.

Tammy and Jungkook looked at us furrowing their brows, then looking at each other confusingly, while we couldn’t catch our breaths.. 

Jin’s phone buzzed, he opened the text. “I can’t believe him.” 

“What?” Jungkook asked 

“This little shit got angry because of the practice comment..” 

“And?” Tammy asked.

“And I’m sleeping at Andrea’s tonight.” He exclaimed. 

I chucked, “No, you’re not.”, looking at my plate and not lifting my head.

“Fuck man, look at this, he’s pissed.” He threw his phone on the table, annoyed. I looked at the screen and there it was.

‘Because of the newly scheduled practice hours, we announce that your belongings have been moved to Andrea’s room for the rest of the trip. Fuck you, asshole.’

“Well, then I am on Greek streets tonight.” Jin managed to joke even now.

My mind worked like crazy. I can’t make him sleep in the hallway or on the street. But I can’t sleep in the same room as him. This is frustrating.

“Andrea, the room has two beds, it’s not like you’re in the same bed.” Tammy said trying to figure my puzzled look.

“Yea” Jungkook added.

The ride in the elevator was awkward. Scratch that, everything was awkward.. The people that slept in the same rooms are usually either really good friends, comfortable with each other or just hooking up. There was no in between until Jin and I came along, apparently. I managed to stutter a few words - "It's okay, we have separate beds." He just muttered a simple yea. 

I unlocked the door letting him in and almost stumble upon a bag full of clothes. Jin started cussing because of the clothes scattered on the floor.  

“They must have been in a hurry.”

“You think?” - I responded sarcastically.

I helped him pick up the clothes off of the floor and put them in the bag. Squatting I collected piece by piece. I felt a painful thud as we bumped into each other's heads and fell back on our butts. ”Ouch.”

I’m on my back, hand on my forehead, rubbing the spot where our heads touched. He quickly came to check on me. His body hovering above me, asking me “Are you okay? Oh god, I am so clumsy.” He moved my hand to check if there is a bump. “It’s not your fault, I am the clumsy one.” I looked at his lips in front of me and no lips ever looked that juicy. I gulped.

“I don’t think there is a bump.” He said, while his hand caressed my forehead.

I looked at his forehead, lowering his head to my eye level. “No, there isn’t one here too.” 

Now our faces are directly in front of each other. Bodies practically intertwined. His legs between mine. One hand still holding mine while another one was holding him steady above me. I’m still not daring to move. He’s too close. My eyes went from this forehead to his eyes, glaring at me. I'm blushing. The heat coming to my cheeks, I feel it. Maybe I can feel it as much as the sexual tension. Sparks flying like we lit the sprinklers at Christmas. His lips parting. He came even closer now. Eyes pinned on me. Is this really happening?    

WILL JIN KISS YOU? WHO KNOWS. OH yes, I do.  Reblog, like and comment so you’d let me know you want more.

                                    [PART TWO]

I hope you like this, like, re-blog and comment below. And I’m sorry in advance for any mistakes. Kisses.

[soul-embers]

28: "keep your eyes on me" for steak pleaseeee

a/n: here you go!!

request is from this prompt list here

28. “keep your eyes on me” 

It was probably silly, how his chest burned whenever your eyes so much as looked away from him. Focusing on a conversation, another Food Soul or Guild Mate-- it was hard to smother out that fire in his chest that glows and burns red hot whenever your not paying attention to him. 

So when he finally sees a small opening, a chance to pull you away for just a moment. Steak tilts your chin up towards his face, his heart beating like mad and the burning in his chest seemed to fade away in an instant when your eyes focused on him. 

“Keep your eyes on me, Attendant.” Steak’s voice is rough, frayed around the edges so much that he knew you would notice, and waited for you to reprimand him for asking you something so bold and yet the only response he received was your hands cupping his face and giving him a quick kiss on the lips. 

“Only if you keep your eyes on me in return Steak.” your mouth is so close to his that he can feel your breath, and it’s like you are speaking your words directly into his mouth. A thought that he savors as he meets your lips in another kiss. 

[martian-m]

THE HIKE

Pairing: Cheryl Blossom x reader

Warning : none

A/N: first time doing this lol pls be gentle with me

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“So basically, you want to take a trip with Cheryl out hiking somewhere to just bond with each other in celebration of your 3rd month anniversary?”, said by Betty with eyebrows scrunched up together with an amused smile while Veronica played with the straw of her smoothie with a glint in her eye .

(Y/N) nodded slowly starting to doubt if it would count as romantic and still push through since we all know how Cheryl is *eye roll*.

As you drink your smoothie, the response of Veronica had you choking on your cool vanilla drink.

“Hope you guys fuck”

—-FF—-

So I, (y/n) (y/l/n), never thought Cheryl Blossom aka my girlfriend for 3 months would actually agree on this hiking trip I had in mind for us for the long weekend as we head to the Siouxon Creek Trailhead.

You side-glance to the beautiful redhead passenger as she started to sing out to her fave song, Touch by Little Mix. You swear to whoever is out there, she may seem so closed off to others accompanied by her HBIC status at Riverdale high but she is a huge dork hidden in her maroon adidas track suit.

—FF—

Finally reaching your destination, you parked the car and with the other vehicles of the other hikers in the area and started to unload the bags. Of course you carry the real heavy ones while handing Cheryl the sleeping bags and toiletries.

Cheryl noticing the veins popping out of your neck from the weight of the food and tent equipment, she touched your arm and looked you in the eyes with a smirk,

“Need help there (y/n)?”

With the sudden need to keep you dignity and pride in tact even with the struggle of the weight, you shake your head

“I’m a-okay baby”, kissing her forehead and wink at her direction, “thanks for the concern”

((Thank God your secluded space was somewhat near the parking))

–FF–

After 2 horrible hours in the heat while setting up your tent and fixing the things you had brought, you finally got your hiking bags ready and started to trek the trailhead.

Until a small spider landed on her shoulder..

“(Y/N)!!!!!! OH MY GOD” Cheryl’s voice shrieked.

Panicking you sprinted to her side as she frantically started jumping while brushing off the spider which traveled to her arm.

As soon as the spider fell off her arm she launched into you arms deciding it would be best if she stuck (literally) with you.

After somewhat 10 yards from the “spider attack” as she labeled it to be, you put her down and addressed the confusion shown on her face,

“Babe this is our hiking trip, I can’t carry you uphill for 3 km..if you want we can take a look at the plants and could use your knowledge on the herbs on what and what not to eat, that should be fun yeah?”

As soon as she heard the four words “knowledge on the herbs”, her eyes and smile lit up like it was new year’s eve and basically dragged you off the path and into the plants,

“Fantastic idea, (y/n)! Let’s do it right now!!

“Wait wha–”

—-FF—-

After the fiasco of going through almost ALL the plants and reaching the peek of your trek, it was all worth it seeing her smile and with the sun setting you started to head back to the campsite while reaching out to hold Cheryl’s hand using your thumb to rub circles on the back of it bringing it up to your lips as you kiss it.

“Thank you for agreeing to do this with me babe. I love you”

“Anything to spend some alone time with my (y/n), away from the breakfast club”   Rolling you eyes at the statement but displaying your amused grin knowing she doesnt mean it. You moved your arm around to pull her close to you as you kiss her temple and continue to trek down the trail.

Reaching the your secluded campsite, you head straight for the mini grill you brought with you and start to get a fire going to cook the pork chops with steak sauce marinade while Cheryl changed her clothes in the tent, as you glance to the flap of the tent which was somewhat open, you could see the curve of herback as she took off her drifit under her tracksuit, and because of that moment of distraction your hand accidentally lowered to the heated grill and burned the side of your hand.

“hoLY JESUS FUCK–” releasing the last porkchop perfectly landing on the grill and holding your burned hand to your chest and you roll on your back away from the grill.

Cheryl came rushing out to your side with her reading  glasses on and a worried look on her face.

“(Y/n)! Babe, what happened??”

“I got distracted with how beautiful you looked and slightly burned my hand…sorry”

Blushing and biting her lip from the unexpected statement, Cheryl slapped your shoulder while saying,

“Serves you right for not being able to handle how hot I am without the glasses..”

“Babe you and your glasses drive me crazy…and ouch?! *fake gasp while smiling* abuse much?”

“(Y/n) you will handle the mashed potates and I’ll continue the grill before you burn yourself again”, she pulled your shirt to kiss you on the lips, “and that as your motivation to not get distracted”

You salute with your burnt hand accompanied by the goofy smile on your face saying, “ma'am yes ma'am”

—-FF—-

After being the “baby” tonight since I couldnt use my hand for now due to the burn, Cheryl had to feed me baby-style.

Now that’s over, she looked at the ointment from her medicine packet with her doe amber eyes which I love the most. She bites her lip in reading the little inscription at the back while sitting in my bball shorts and loose nike shirt. It was the perfect moment to sneak a picture. I sneaked out my phone as she was engrossed in reading what to do and how to apply the ointment, I pressed the button in taking her picture without remembering to remove the flash…but alas, it was too late and chaos ensued.

“Did you just take a picture of me…”

“Um baby, I know you dont like pictures when you’re in my comfy clothes with no make up on bu-”

“Give me your phone”

“Wha- no..pls I want to keep it”

“(Y/n). At least show me the picture”

“I know you’ll try to delete it cher-”

Cheryl suddenly tackles me to try to reach me phone but I chuck it to one side of the tent before she reaches it and lock her in my arms  while she starts to wiggle out of it. Deciding to flip the position, I was suddenly on top of her, holding both her hands above her head while our faces where inches apart breathing heavily against each other. I gaze at her pink plump lips while slowly shifting my gaze to her amber colored eyes that were dilated as we stared at each other. Suddenly your body starts to heat up as you inch your face close to hers as your lips somewhat graze each other and finally you let go of her hands and grasp her face to deepen the kiss as you nip on her lower lip and hear a low moan emitting from her. After the burn in your lungs suddenly made itself known due to the lack of oxygen, you break apart from the heated make out and opened your eyed to see a flustered Cheryl who also is breathing heavily as you are.

You break the silence and say, “so…can I keep that photo?”   “Ugh fine, but it better not see the light of day (y/l/n)” Cheryl says while pouting.

“But of course!! It’ll only be my home screen”

You suddenly change your position to be on your back and let Cheryl rest her head on your chest, arm around your waist and both your legs intertwined. At that moment you felt at home with her, knowing your heart was safe and content with everything you have right now and silently thanking your lucky stars for the beautiful girl in your arms.

You kiss the top of her head saying, “I love you with all my heart, Cheryl Blossom aka dork of my life aka the louis of my superman”

Turning her head to look up at you with shining unshed tears, she got up on her arm and placed her hand on your face to kiss you softly, pull away smiling and falling back to her original position to snuggle up to you.

“I love you with every fiber of my being, (y/n) (y/l/n), even if you’re a total geek..you’re my geek girlfriend”

A few moments later, slowly you fell asleep as the exhaustion of the trek crept up to (y/n) while cheryl stayed up for a few more minutes until her sleep claimed her while listening to the heart that beats for her. To anticipate tomorrow and the future’s mystery together.

[thecorteztwins]

Munday Post

Haven’t done one of these in awhile! It’s the one time I post stuff about me instead of my rats or my clothes.

- When I was in middle school I got the first X-treme X-Men graphic novel. I noticed that Storm was the X-lady drawn with the biggest boobs. I really, really, really should have realized earlier in life that I liked girls. - I don't trust those giant catfish. They creep me out. They unnerve me a lot more than sharks. At least with sharks, you know what's up. You know what types are maneaters and which aren't, and, futile as it might be, what can be done during a shark attack. But those catfish? You just don't know. Supposedly they don't eat people except maybe this one in India, but I just don't trust them. - FATMOUSE IS MY FAVORITE WEBSITE - Movies I'd like to see: Moana, Memoirs of a Geisha, the new Ghostbusters - Holding Out For A Hero in Shrek 2 was the best damn cover song ever done - You know what was a damn good cartoon? Jackie Chan Adventures - For a long time, I thought jasmine was a gem, not a flower - I have never related to a character more than when Laura said “And peace?” in last night's episode of American Gods. - I'm an English major and I don't understand why people get so bent out of shape over confusing your/you're in social media posts. FFS, we can tell what was meant, chill out, it's no big deal. -Of all my muses, I think I like Haven best. Fabian is probably my most fun muse, Anne Marie gives me the most feels, I'm probably most like Chrome, and Shaw is the one people seem to like the most...but Haven is just, no pun on her name intended, a good place for me to go. She doesn't get much attention at all from others, and I can understand that, as I can see how she wouldn't be interesting or entertaining to most people the way I write her, but for me personally, she is my favorite.. - I will pick painfully beige prose over painfully purple any day. At least I can actually tell what beige is saying and it gets to the point. Believe me, I love beautiful wordplay and the art of language, I truly do, I'm a Nabokov fan, but between these two extremes, purple is most painful to me. It's got a certain falseness about it, really, like it's trying to convince you it's good writing when in fact it's the opposite---good writing is supposed to use language to successfully convey the desired message to the reader, and all purple does is obscure it in a lot of esoteric overdone garbage, like so much sauce you can't taste the steak.