#god. angry. okay. gonna go shower and try to stop thinking about dedicated to people. I think I’ve also decided I’m not even gonna try to

[milo-is-rambling]

Just remembered how one of my dedicated to people last roadtrip literally was like “oh actually I don’t think you can stay here tonight I have work early tomorrow :(“ after driving like seven and a half hours to him (and he texted me this when I was an hour away from his house and we had literally talked about my plans to stay there all day) like hello red flag red flag red flag

[thunderheadfred]

💥Bakugou HC's💥

Aged-up pro hero Katsuki for all of these. Some NSFW beneath the cut. Minors do not interact.

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General

He’s scary good at everything he tries. Every. Single. Fucking. Thing. It’s infuriating. Has zero patience when other people can’t immediately master a skill. Never let him teach you anything. Not that he’d offer, nerd.

He WILL offer, though. A lot. He can’t believe you still can’t Do That Thing. Tsh. Like THIS. You're gonna hurt yourself, Dummy.

But hold on. Of course you have unique skills of your own. You work hard to improve yourself. Trust me, he's the first person to notice. He doesn't praise anyone lightly, so when he raises his eyebrows and whispers he's impressed, your heart will go thermonuclear.

Perfect spelling and fully punctuated texts. Never uses abbreviations. Employs a grand total of four emojis, all of them angry faces. Constantly leaves you on read. He's busy, dammit.

Doesn’t smile or laugh in public (except sarcastically). His real smile is a crooked, fragile thing. Never make him feel self-conscious about it, or you might not see it again for weeks.

He does not talk about his private life to the press. Ever. Will K.O. rookie reporters who can't keep their big mouths shut.

HOweVER: he's intensely kind to his fans. There is a whole photographic sub-genre of little girls in cosplay hugging Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight like he's a Disney Princess.

Too smart for his own good. Emotionally hyper-vigilant. Overthinks every interaction to hell and back. Will act like he's not listening but actually hears every single word in a ten-block radius.

INSECURE AF. 110% convinced he will never be good enough. Terrified of his loved ones leaving him behind. Does he do anything to assuage his fears? Like... talk to anyone about it? Hell no. That would require admitting he has fears to begin with.

Seeing people upset makes him upset, especially if he doesn't know how to fix it.

The epitome of being mean because he cares. He genuinely does not seem to comprehend that monosyllabic grunts and lopsided shrugs are not actually that comforting.

Because he was such a brat growing up, he wants to make up for it now. Sort of. In his own way. Look, he's trying, okay?

He smells - so - good. Obscenely good. He doesn't wear cologne; are you joking? There's the burnt-sugar caramel candy smell of his quirk, for starters. And since he sweats deadly ammunition, he showers and wipes himself down almost constantly. He always smells clean. Like a fucking meadow.

Never got that growth spurt he was hoping for. He’s a short man - not even THAT short - but he has a Napoleon complex anyway. If you’re taller than him, the collars of your shirts will all be stretched out. He’s constantly dragging you down to his level. He will assert himself all the fucking time; the pissing contest is never-ending. Don’t wear tall shoes unless you want him to drag you around on a leash. If you’re shorter than him, that’s good. That’s very good. He likes that.

He’s an incredible cook, but everything he makes is a nuclear fire challenge. Adapt or starve.

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Dating

Makes artisanal, nutritionally flawless bento lunches for both of you. When people assume his S.O. makes them, he gets fucking pissed. Damn right your co-workers are jealous of my cooking.

Your pet name is Dummy. Don’t like it? Fine. You can be dumbass.

There will be zero PDA in this relationship. His hands are shoved so deep in his pockets you can’t even try.

Intensely private with the press. But with his friends, he will brag about you nonstop. Bakugou Katsuki has the most talented and attractive and intelligent S.O., and anyone who doesn't recognize that is blind. Were you assholes even listening?

A mutual buddy definitely recorded one of these drunken brag-rants and sent it to you for safekeeping. Do not let Katsuki find out about it, unless you enjoy having an ash pile for a phone.

Gets jealous about everything, at least at the start. He calms down eventually. Kinda. He stops saying shit to you about it, anyway, because he learns to trust you. But anyone who so much as looks at you in a too-friendly manner will get the death stare of a lifetime.

He’ll throw all kinds of temper tantrums and the two of you will argue about every tiny fucking thing. He’ll scream out car windows, he’ll ball up his shirt and gnash on it. But he will never raise his voice at you. He’d rather die than make you feel unsafe.

Honestly, the constant bickering is really just... uhh... passionate communication. Eventually you both hash out the important things. You'll learn how to step around his landmines and actually make your points, and he'll learn to open up. A little.

Once you meet his mom, Katsuki starts to make a lot more sense. His family just... emotes like that. Eventually, you and his dad form a spousal support group consisting of exactly two lifetime members. He teaches you the Bakugou family semaphore you need to survive a long-term relationship.

Katsuki can dish it out but absolutely cannot take it. The only person who can level with him about serious issues without explosive fallout is his dad. Or, on a lucky day, Kirishima.

If you give him a legitimate criticism (even gently!) he will take it about as gracefully as a knife to the gut, because it confirms everything he hates about himself.

To your never-ending shock, you’ve made him cry. Yes, CRY! You monster! More than once! His lip gets all *trembly* and his eyes get all *watery* and all you want to do is hug him, but. No. He’ll storm out and wander around for a few hours before coming back with the problem perfectly solved.

He always takes your advice to heart. No, he will NOT talk about it, stop asking.

Gets mad if you don’t snuggle him on the regular. Will drag you into his lap with a pissy little grunt. There might be two seats on this couch but you will not be needing both of them.

Takes pictures of you while you sleep.

Takes even more pictures of you when you're awake but think he's out of the room.

He looks at all these pictures when he's away on high-stakes jobs. He gets all bleary eyed and sleeps in a salty puddle without you. NO ONE WILL EVER KNOW.

You don’t have to meet him at the door or anything, but when he says “I’m home,” you’d better answer fast. If he doesn’t know your precise location in 0.05 seconds, he will assume you’ve been kidnapped. He never checks the fridge for notes. Never assumes you've gone down to the konbini for a snack. No, it’s kidnapping every time.

A terrrrrrible bed partner. He goes to bed at senior citizen hours and will never fuck you after sundown. He snores SO loud. Runs hot and sweats through the sheets. Slaps and elbows you in his sleep and aggressively spoons you with his loud, sweaty body. You WILL want to suffocate him. Separate bedrooms aren’t such a horrible idea......

BUT HANG ON, because in the morning he transforms into an honest-to-god angel. He's half awake, his guard is non-existent. Morning Katsuki is a doting kissy-faced marshmallow man.

If you can wake up before the ass-crack of dawn, he will pamper the fuck out of you. You are royalty for one (1) hour only, and he is your bleary-eyed slave. You want a cuddlefuck? You got it. Hugs? Kisses? Take as many as you need. You want a perfect, fluffy, NON-SPICY omelette with a heart drawn in ketchup? Here it is, gorgeous.

Then he gets in the shower and the spell is broken.

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💥bang BANG💥

Let’s get the obvious out of the way: this here is an ASS. MAN. He'll spank you with his quirk; doesn’t matter if you’ve been good or bad. Wants to see you wince when you sit down later.

Likes pounding you face down with a vice grip on your waist.

Unfortunately, even with all that said... he doesn't exactly have the feral beast sex drive you were expecting. He’s married to his work and has the fuddy-duddy habits of a once and future valedictorian. Only fucks you when he has the time and energy to fully dedicate himself to it.

But ohhhh. Shit. When it's time? It's TIME. The man will rush for nothing. Stamina for days. Making you cum as many times as possible is a point of pride. Yeah, you passed out once.

You’re gonna need those days off when he’s done with you.

That dick THICC.

Sends unsolicited dick pics. Only after you’ve been dating a good long while - he doesn't show that shit to just anyone. But yeah, don’t check your phone at work. He won't cum without you; those pictures and videos are time bombs. You better get home. Now.

Physically dominant as FUCK, but won’t verbally degrade you unless you ask. Well, let’s be honest. Unless you beg.

Praise him and reap the rewards. A long hard ego stroking will get him off more than touching his cock ever will.

Will grab your hair and fuck your throat. Will also stop immediately if you need him to.

The two of you have safe words and gestures. Even for vanilla stuff. He’s paranoid about scaring or hurting you. He insisted you both sign a color-coded ‘love contract’ that he meticulously formatted in a word processor. When you gave him guff about it, his blush was the darkest crimson you’d ever seen.

Coin-flip: he will sometimes be unbelievably gentle in bed. Doting and affectionate, taking perfect care of you. Like, it’s baffling. There’s no warning, the switch just flips. When you want him to be extra-rough and mean, he’ll sweetly worship you instead. For hours.

Bonus: he likes being penetrated. But of course he’s got a complex about that too. Super intense power bottom. You will never fuck him hard enough. He’d like to see you try. Hit his prostate just right and he might literally explode.

You'll live happily ever after but he will say he loves you out loud exactly once. Maybe. If you're lucky. And you're both about to die.

[thefloorisbalaclava]

pragma - part ten

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morales x Female Reader

Warnings: ANGST (sorry) with a little bit of fluff, drinking, drug mention

A/N: This is a rough chapter especially for Frankie. It’s from his POV.

Summary: Frankie comes clean about exactly what they’ll be doing in South America.

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Frankie let himself fell flat on the bed and lifted his head slightly to watch her walk around the bedroom in nothing but a towel.

“You wear me out,” he said, and she smirked. She had suggested a shower after they cleaned up the kitchen and they were just getting out an hour later.

“You complain now but you’re gonna miss me when you’re gone.” She let the towel fall as she reached for her bra and panties.

“I’m gonna miss you no matter what.” He sat up on his elbows and she smiled at him. “What?”

“I love your dad bod.” She climbed onto the bed and kneeled beside him as he fell flat again.

“Dad bod?” he groaned.

“Yup. Especially this tummy.” She ran her fingers over the soft flesh then kissed it.

“Are you just teasing me, or do you really like it? I can start working out if—”

“No. I like you just the way you are.”

He turned onto his stomach with a groan and she climbed onto his back. After a quick kiss to the back of his neck, she began kneading the muscles of his back.

“Ohh that’s good,” he said, and she laughed.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Uh huh.” His eyes were closed as he relaxed to her touch.

“Why are you guys going to South America?” she asked and his eyes flew open. “I mean…it’s not some undercover thing, right? So, you can tell me. You both are former spec ops…does the government usually call guys back for stuff after they’ve left?”

He could lie. He could let her believe that it was for the government. But he wasn’t going to. No. She deserved the truth even if she wasn’t going to like it.

“It’s not for the government,” he said quietly, and she stopped massaging him.

“Oh?”

“There’s some drug lord…supposedly there’s millions of dollars hidden out in the wilderness. Pope has an informant who told him.”

She slipped off his back and sat staring at nothing. “A drug lord? You’re going to on a mission to steal millions of dollars from a drug lord?”

He sat up and tried to think of a way to make it make sense, but nothing came to him. “I’m a good shot and the only pilot…”

“Is that your way of making me feel better?”

“I wish it was something else.” He shrugged and ran his hands through his hair.

“That’s illegal, isn’t it? Like…can’t you guys get in a lot of trouble?” He nodded. “Okay so if you don’t die, you’ll probably just go to prison for the rest of your life? Great.”

“Do we have to do this now?” The way she turned her head slowly to look at him told him that he probably shouldn’t have asked that.

“When would you rather talk about it? Better yet, when the hell were you gonna tell me what this was all about?” She got off the bed and angrily put the rest of her clothes on. He still sat there on the bed in a towel.

“Wait…” She paused and looked at him, “Would you have told me if I didn’t ask?” His silence told her enough. “Wow.” She walked out of the bedroom and he sat there wanting to pull his hair out. He quickly dressed in the clothes he wore yesterday and realized he would have to go home for more clothes.

He slowly made his way downstairs where she seemed to just be moving stuff around angrily with no purpose.

“Look…I didn’t know how to tell you. I mean, look how you’re reacting to it.” Bad idea, he thought once she turned to him.

“How the fuck did you think I was going to react?!” Her voice was loud and strong but also full of emotion. She was hurt again. And it was his fault again. “This is all too much.”

His eyebrows shot up and he followed her every move. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying exactly what I said, Frankie…or should I start calling you Catfish?”

“Don’t call me that,” he mumbled.

“Why? All your army buddies do.” She brushed past him and started to clean more.

“I’m not Catfish around you. I’m Frankie. Just Frankie.” He watched as she dropped to her knees and wiped the coffee table down though it didn’t need to be cleaned at all. She wiped in the same spot over and over again until she finally just fell flat on her bottom and cried.

“I don’t know what to do!” she wailed, and he made his way to her side, kneeling on the floor beside her. “I can’t do it. I can’t be alone anymore. It’s all your fault!” She shoved him but he stayed next to her. He wasn’t sure if it was the best idea but he embraced her. She fought him at first but eventually calmed down and sobbed against his chest.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered.

“Is this payback for me leaving you before?”

“You really think I’d do something like this as payback?” he asked, pulling away and holding her at arm’s length to look at her. But she wouldn’t look at him.

“I don’t know, Frankie. I don’t know anything anymore.” She pulled herself out of his grip. “I have to clean.”

He stayed on the floor, watching her unnecessarily clean things.

And she wouldn’t look at him.

“Look at me,” he said quietly. He knew she couldn’t hear him. “Look at me.” It was louder this time. She heard him but ignored him.

It felt like just a few minutes ago that they couldn’t get enough of each other. They had kissed and made love more than once. They had said I love you and laughed together. She had looked at him with passion and love in her eyes. And now…

“Would you just look at me, please?” He stood up and she stopped moving but still wouldn’t look.

“I can’t. Not right now.” She sounded broken, hurt.

“Fine. Guess I’ll go then. Call you later.” He didn’t see it but right before he closed the door she turned and looked.

*

Frankie didn’t know what to do. He had no idea where he was going until he ended up parked in the lot of the liquor store. He had never been a huge drinker—a few beers here, a shot of whiskey there—but today was a special occasion: the only woman he ever truly loved, besides his mother, couldn’t stand to look at him and he couldn’t blame her. He looked at himself in the rearview mirror and shook his head before adjusting his cap and getting out of the truck.

Inside the store, he walked up and down the aisle dedicated to whiskey, trying to make a choice. After a few more minutes of contemplating, he chose three different kinds and paid for them. He didn’t care what brand or what they tasted like, he just wanted to forget.

*

He was already opening one of the bottles before he even unlocked his door. His phone rang and he saw it was Pope but couldn’t bring himself to answer it. Throwing the phone onto the messy table, he resigned himself to the worn chair he’s had for years. His phone buzzed but he drowned it out and drowned himself in the bottle he held.

Tears streamed down his cheeks, but he laughed them away, not sure of how to deal with them right now. Wait. He was dealing with them with the liquid fire that now coursed through his blood.

Buzz…buzz…buzz. His phone kept going and going. “Fuck off,” he slurred, lifting the empty bottle to his lips then throwing it onto the floor before grabbing another. It tasted no different than the one before it. It just made him numb and that’s what mattered.

Yeah, sure. Numb.

Not numb enough to make her face go away. Even though she wouldn’t look at him before he left, he still saw her fucking face. She was so disappointed in him and that is so much worse than her being angry. He had disappointed a lot of people throughout his sorry life but this had hurt the most.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

What the fuck was that? It didn’t matter anymore. What mattered was that he was halfway through the second bottle and still hadn’t stop feeling the pain of her not looking at him. “I’m an ugly bastard,” he sniffled. “A…a pathetic little…” His voice cracked and he whimpered. Suddenly he was standing and walking over to the small desk that he never used except for when…

He opened one of the drawers and groaned when he found it empty. “Wrong one.” He slid the next one open and found what he was looking for when he reached way back—a small box that he kept hidden from others…and tried to keep hidden from himself.

The box in his hand was so light yet it weighed heavy on his soul. Even in his drunken state he could feel the shame and disappointment he had hidden away when he thought he hidden this box for the last time. He was going to get rid of it completely but…he couldn’t. For emergencies, he told himself—and this was an emergency.

He stumbled back over to his chair and sat heavily, setting the whiskey bottle on the floor. His hands shook as he held the box in front of him, afraid to open it. He shut his eyes when he finally did and her voice came to him…

You don’t need it. You never have.

But that was when she could still stand to look at him. Now, well, maybe he did need it. He looked into the box at the little baggies that sat inside of it.

“J-just a little.” He removed one of the baggies. “A little.” He put the box aside and held onto the little bag, squeezing it in his palm as he squeezed his eyes shut. “Fuck…”

His world spun and he felt like he was falling. He fell and fell into the abyss with no one there to save him as the bag felt like it was burning a hole in his hand. Is it hot? He felt hot. Burning up. Had he finally died and gone to hell? God knows that’s where he belonged.

No. It’s just an overwhelming darkness. Nothing. And that’s what he wanted, right? To feel nothing.

*

Frankie startled at the sound of someone banging on something. And someone was calling his name? Why was it so dark in here?

“Frankie?!” There it was again. He blinked up at the window. Someone was there. Were they doing the banging? He was ready to tell them to go away but he only reached down and searched for the bottle he was sure he left there beside his chair.

“Goddamn it! Frankie!” They were pushing against the door now over and over again until it crashed open and they fell to the floor. They groaned in pain but Frankie didn’t move. He couldn’t. The light flickered on and he closed his eyes against it. “Oh my God,” she cried.

It couldn’t be. He opened his eyes slowly and found her. Was he dreaming? He had to be. She wouldn’t be looking at him if this was real.

“Frankie…” She knelt in front of him and snatched the bottle out his hand then noticed how his other hand was balled up. She easily opened it and found the little bag. “No…Frankie. No!” He didn’t move as she took the bag from his hand and realized it was still full.

“I-I didn’t,” he mumbled. “Fell asleep. I think.”

“Why?” she asked then began looking around and her eyes landed on the box he kept it in. “Jesus,” she sobbed.

“For emergencies.”

“Oh, my Frankie.” She threw the box aside and fell to her knees, cupping his face. “I’m sorry. You hear me?”

“You…you wouldn’t look at me,” he sighed.

“I am now. I’m looking at you, Francisco. I see you.”

He broke then. “Don’t leave me,” he begged. “I have to remember. I have to remember your eyes…the way you look at me…or I’ll die. I’ll fucking die,” he cried.

He expected her to be revolted by the smell of whiskey and sweat that most likely came off of him, but she only moved in closer, bringing her forehead to his. This had become a thing for them, a special connection that made him feel whole again…safe.

“I’m here.” She ran her hand through his sweat-slick hair, pushing it up and off from where it stuck to his forehead and still, she wasn’t revolted.

“You’re here. You’re real.”

“I am. You’re gonna come home with me, okay?” She stood and wiped her eyes before walking away. He stood to follow but every move made him feel nauseous. He could hear her in his bedroom, opening and closing things. “There we go,” she said before walking out with a full duffel bag.

“What?”

“You’re gonna stay with me until…until you have to go. Come on.” She helped him to his feet and put his arm around her shoulders. “Lean on me if you need to.”

“Lemme carry the bag.” His words were still slightly slurred.

“You can barely carry yourself right now, my love.” She helped him to and helped him get in the car before putting the duffle in the backseat.

“My phone,” he said.

“Got it.” She held it up. “There are about fifty missed calls and a bunch of texts from Santiago and I.”

“I do?” He tried looking at the screen but his head spun. “Why?”

“We were worried about you, Frankie. You said you would call me but when the sun started setting and I hadn’t heard from you, I got worried. I called Santiago to see if you were with him but you weren’t so he called and when you didn’t answer, he let me know. We both just kept calling and…nothing, so I drove here and…”

“Came to save me,” he said.

“I don’t think I saved you…”

“You did.”

*

He kept quiet for the most part as she drove to her place, stealing glances at her whenever the world stopped spinning long enough. She helped him inside and he groaned.

“Uh…I gotta…” He ran to the nearest bathroom and let everything out. She came in a few minutes later and sat in the floor to rub his back as he hugged the toilet. “This…is why…I don’t drink,” he gasped.

“One and a half bottles of whiskey will do that to you. Especially on an empty stomach. Stay right there.” She stood and turned on the sink as he closed his eyes and hoped nothing else came up. He only opened his eyes again when he felt a cool wetness on the back of his neck then on his face. “Come here.” She moved his head carefully and wiped his forehead before cleaning his mouth off.

“I’m sorry you had to see me like that…like this.” He closed the toilet lid and flushed then sat up, resting his back against the wall behind him.

“Not the first time I’ve seen you puke your entire stomach up.”

“No, I mean…”

“I know what you mean, Frankie.” She shook her head and tried to smile. “You scared the hell outta me.” He could tell she was trying not to cry. “I can’t lose you before you even leave…”

“I’m sorry.” They sat silently for a while. It reminded him of something. “Remember when we used to hide in the bathroom at parties and smoke weed so that no one else would ask for some?”

She snickered. “God…yeah.” There was the smile he was looking for. “Come on.” She stood and held out hand to him. “Brush your teeth then it’s bath time.”

“Yes ma’am.” She waited outside the bathroom as he brushed his teeth then led him upstairs and told him to undress. “What about you?”

“Nope. I’m giving you a bath and that’s it.” He struggled a bit with getting his clothes off and she helped where she could before starting the bath. “Whenever you’re ready.”

“You might have to help. Everything still feels like its tilting.”

Once he was in the bath safely, she poured water over his head. “You need a good scrubbing.” She put some shampoo into her hands then massaged it into his hair. “You’re gonna smell like me for a little while.”

“That’s a thousand times better than smelling like shame, sweat…and puke.”

“Head back,” she commanded before pouring more water over his head. He marked this down as something else to remember. “I hope you know you’re spoiled.”

“I am.”

Her smile faded and her eyes closed as she began to cry. “You have to be okay. You have to stay alive so I can spoil you forever, okay?”

“Okay.”

“You better, you…you…” She couldn’t finish what she wanted to say and just kissed him. God, he missed that.

“Thank you,” he said.

“For what?”

“Everything.” He sat back against the tub. “For helping me, saving me. For loving me.”

She reached out and wiped a drop a water from his face. “Thank you for letting me.”

[eleven]

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[yoongi-sugaglider]

Forget Me Nots

A wealthy young man falls overboard while vacationing with friends only to find himself with amnesia and a pretty young wife who seems determined to remind him what hard work and dedication really mean.

Warnings: Strong language, angry Min Yoongi inaccurately portrayed based upon the writer’s imagination,angst, eventual super fluff.

Pairing: Eventual Min Yoongi x reader

Word count:2089

A/n: Ah! So~ I finally got my thoughts back together on this bad boy lol. That being said yes she’s back in rotation! This chapter is a bit flillerish? In terms of I had to push through it to work some things out but beyond this we’re back in it!! Enjoy!!

<<Chapter Eight---Chapter Ten>>

She wasn't sure at what point during the three days since Yoongi had been discharged from the hospital that she'd started falling in serious like with him. But it was certainly entirely his fault.

He was quiet, shy and reserved in a way she hadn't expected of the man who'd literally almost cost her her job the first day they'd met. The trepidation in his hidden smiles would sometimes evaporate so quickly when something brought him joy, causing his entire being to light up with laughter as he struggled to stay upright in his mirth.

The way he cared for her, quietly looking out for her in ways even she didn't anticipate had her second guessing her early misgivings on having him around to invade her solitude. 

She'd gone back to work that day, after ensuring he had plenty to keep him occupied while she was out. Though, to her credit she hadn't anticipated the sheer amount of exhaustion that would weigh her down once she got home. Her shoulders sagged as she walked through the front door, eyes downcast as she kicked off her shoes to the side of the entrance before trudging her way towards the interior of her home.

The smell of food had greeted her, along with the endlessly bounding affections of her two dogs as she wandered up to the kitchen only to spot a floral print apron wrapped Yoongi working hard at the stove to provide whatever meal he'd cooked up in order to appease the ravenous hunger that suddenly gripped her stomach at the sight.

"I...hey?"

Yoongi turned, lips twitching up into the barest hint of a smile as he took in the sorry state of the woman of the house.

"Hi there angel, long day I take it?"

She huffed, purse dropping to the counter as she edged her way over to try and spot what he'd been slaving away at.

"I got stuck with Selena’s  shift again. Apparently she found herself bedridden again and managed to skimp out on cleaning one of the schooners that got rented out again." She clicked her tongue, shaking her head at the silent chuckle that shook Yoongi's shoulders.

"You didn't have to cook though? I thought you were…"

"Supposed to take it easy." He gave her a sideways glance as he stirred the mysteriously bubbling liquid within the massive pot. "Yeah, but I got bored and well...I weeded the back garden at about noon...spent some time fixing some holes and dents in the hallway walls and by the time 6 rolled around I realized you'd be coming home pretty late so I thought I'd fix up a stew."

He shrugged, casting it off as no big deal while nudging her in the side with his hip.

"Why don't you go grab a hot shower? By the time you're clean and refreshed dinner will be done and you can take all the time you want complaining about Selena."

She smiled, finding the sound of a shower far more appealing than trying to convince Yoongi to take it easy.

The shower took her far longer than she’d expected, finding herself relaxing into the contented heat of the ever flowing water for nearly a good 45 minutes before realising that dinner would be done and Yoongi would be waiting for her.

Ever so hastily she ended her shower, tugging on the comfiest and most modest night wear that she could find before sneaking down the hall and into the kitchen.

Sure enough Yoongi sat at the table, patiently waiting for her with that soft smile on his face as he watched the dogs play tug of war with a rope in the livingroom.

“Much needed shower I take it?” He whispered, startling her with a squeak as he slowly turned to look in her direction.

“Ah, y...yeah. Sorry it took so long. I guess I didn’t realize how stressed I was until I got in there.”

He tilted his head, watching her as she made her way over to the table and softly inhaled the scent of the stew steaming in her bowl.

“Oh my, that smells like actual heaven.” She sighed, taking her seat and practically drooling into the bowl.

“Well, dig in. It’s not gonna make its own way to your stomach, unless you have some kind of secret psychic mind powers I should know about.”

The snort that choked its way out of her throat was very much unladylike as she glanced up to stare at Yoongi’s self satisfied face. He seemed plenty pleased with himself at his own joke as he spooned a bit of broth into his mouth before glancing up at her through heavily lidded lashes.

“Well?”

“What?! No! I don’t have psychic powers thank you very much!” Picking up her spoon she dug in to the meal, very nearly groaning out loud at the explosion of flavor that hit her tongue like a freight train.

“Jesus Yoongi, if I didn’t know any better I’d say you were a professional chef in a past life or something!”

“Is it good?” He asked shyly, all the while his eyes were focused on his own meal, though she could tell he was hanging onto her every word.

“Well duh! I mean, yeah...it’s amazing.”

They continued on in silence, exchanging quiet noises of satisfaction as their bellies slowly filled with the warm comfort of the meal Yoongi had painstakingly made.

“So uh…”

She glanced up, eyes questioning as Yoongi cleared his throat before meeting her gaze with a questioning one of her own.

“You mentioned a Selene giving you trouble at work?”

“Oh god yes.” She groaned, leaning back in her chair and rolling her eyes. “That woman I swear. She goes out and parties all night and then the next morning, despite her duties, has the freaking audacity to call in sick to work, even though everyone knows she’s just hung over. I mean seriously? How long am I expected to pick up her slack? She’s not even nice to me when she manages to come to work.”

Shaking her head in frustration she picked up her spoon again and glared down at her bowl. “All she ever does is flirt with trust fund babies and mess around with literally any guy that happens to look hot or loaded. It’s a disgrace really and it makes me sick that Troy just lets her get away with it.”

“Troy?”

She flinched, realizing she’d been rambling. “Oh, uh yeah. My boss. I work for a yacht rental company. Basically I get the glamourous job of cleaning up after people when they rent out the yachts, on top of like, setting up for parties and making sure the fancy rich people have everything they need before they set out on their little mini cruise getaways.”

“Hmm…” His tone wasn’t really dismissive, more of an, oh okay kind of vibe.

Despite that she felt herself blushing, though she wasn’t sure if it was for the sheer amount of word vomit she’d just spewed, or from fear that he might have judged her for her occupation. It wasn’t the first time he had after all, though, that had been before he found himself in his current state.

Pushing away from the table she grabbed their now empty bowls and silverware, mumbling something along the lines of how she was going to clean up before darting quickly to the kitchen sink before she continued on.

Shoving the tap on she waited patiently for the water to heat up, not realizing that Yoongi had followed her and was now standing just behind her. Her foot tapped out a random rhythm on the floor as she watched suds fill the sink.

“So...I was wondering…”

She squeaked, spinning in place and clutching at her chest as her heart threatened to escape its confides in her ribcage.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” Yoongi held his hands up as if showing her he wasn’t a threat.

“No no, it’s okay. I just didn’t hear you walk over.”

He smiled sheepishly, tugging nervously at his earlobe before clearing his throat. For a moment she got lost in his mannerisms, smiling softly to herself at the nervous fidgeting of his hands.

“Well, I was just wondering. You mentioned having a job and well. Did I have one? I mean...surely I did right?”

***

“Well???What did you tell him?” Rose leaned in close, stage whispering despite the fact that the cafe her, Devani, and y/n sat in was in fact devoid of other customers.

“Ugh, I don’t know. I think something about how he was in between jobs or some shit.” Y/n leaned back in her seat, fanning herself in frustration as Devani snorted into her drink.

“Real smooth there girl. And you’re telling me he bought that?” Dev shook her head, placing the cup back in it’s saucer and glaring her best friend down.

“I mean..he may or may not have believed it. I couldn’t really tell. The dude has the poker face of a pro.”

“So have you slept with him yet?” Rose interrupted, leaning in even further.

The poor woman sputtered, having just taken a sip of steaming hot coffee, which now happened to have sprayed all over poor Devani.

“I beg your pardon???”

“Consider my pardon begged, now. Did you sleep with him or not?” Rose smirked, her eyes glinting with a mischievous humor that her friends had become used to over the years.

“I’ll have you know I have far more dignity than that. I mean he’s basically a stranger!”

“Dude, you literally have one of the hottest men you’ve ever seen in your life living under your roof under the notion that he’s married to you. Any red blooded woman would have at least gotten some by now.”

Y/n frowned, shaking her head at the brazen woman.

“Rose, enough. Stop harassing y/n. And y/n? No slut shaming Rose.” Devani sighed, placing her cup back on the table. “I swear if I didn’t know any better I was the actual adult on this friendship circle.”

Rose groaned, leaning across the table to pat poor Devani’s hand. “Our poor precious maknae. She’d had to raise the two of us on her own all these years.”

Y/n sniffed, wiping an imaginary tear from her eye. “I’m just so proud of her maturity.”

The three women giggled, continuing on with their conversation until the oldest of them sighed forlornly.

“Guys I really don’t know about this job thing. I mean the way he looked when he talked about it I don’t think he’s going to let it go as easily as I wanna hope.”

Rose hummed, absentmindedly tossing tiny bits of torn up napkin onto her plate as she stared off into the distance.

“What if I gave him a job in the kitchen at my restaurant?”

Y/n’s head jerked up and her eyes went wide at the prospect. She didn’t want to get her hopes up but the idea sounded good. “Wait, but what if he can’t handle it?”

Rose shook her head with a smile, reaching across the table to pat her friend’s hand. “So I give him a dish washing spot during our slow hours. It’ll be quick and easy and I’ll be able to keep an eye on him in case anything happens to him health wise.”

“I’ll help too!” Devani chirped up. She worked part time as a hostess at the same restaurant.

“I...I don’t know guys…”

Rose clicked her tongue, her reassuring pats turning slightly more aggressive. “Y/n, I own the place. Nobody’s gonna question the boss. You’re only a phone call away if anything happens and at the end of the week his buddies can come back and collect him, no harm done.”

“You might even get a cut of some cash for gratitude.” Devani smirked, a conspiratorial glint to her eyes.

“Dev doesn’t mean that and you know it.” Rose reassured at the moment of panic that flitted across y/n’s face.

“Yeah, I know. I mean it would be nice to get the money to replace the vacuum that got wrecked but...honestly at the end of the day I just want him to be okay…”

“We know love. Don’t worry, we’ve got your back okay?”

She couldn’t help but smile at her friends, hoping against hope that this would work and that things would turn out okay.

***

[if-the-crown-fits-translate-it]

Discord pt 82

[Date: 16/03, 08.05 PM GMT - 16/03, 08.23 PM GMT]

CONTENT WARNING: Mild body horror

[Direct continuation of pt 81]

Maxwell: “god im gonna have to take the towel of my head arent i....”

Jack the Observer: “do it”

fetch: “God can everybody shut up and quit making the panic worse you're scaring him”

Little-K1ng: “fetch, check his head for me? i cant see right now”

kateza: “max, no one is going to be angry at you, ok?”

fetch: “yeah lemme chexk”

Maxwell: “...okay...”

fetch: “yeah lemme see here

...

guys

oh my god guys

you fucking idiots

you scared him over nothing.

those "metallic buds" were literally just tangled locks of hair.”

Little-K1ng: “oh my goD haahha,, ow,, thats kind of hilarious”

Maxwell: “fetch.....”

fetch: “ohhh my fucking god

max its okay”

Jack the Observer: “i don't believe you.”

Maxwell: “no...”

fetch: “its nothing, you're fine”

Maxwell: “I'm not i know what i saw--”

Little-K1ng: “here, max. your hair is kinda straggly, when im feeling better, do you want me to help you style it a little? i dont know how you prefer your hair”

fetch: “max, trust me. the reason it hurts so much is because your hair is matting and its pulling on your scalp”

Jack the Observer: “no no no no no no n on ononono”

Maxwell: “fetch the light was glinted off it”

fetch: “your hairs been greasy, plus you got it wet in the shower”

Maxwell: “But theyre right there

I CAN FEEL THEM”

fetch: “yeah, you can feel your matted tangled hair”

Little-K1ng: “im gonna go put on some coffee,, if yall can stop yelling please”

fetch: “i promise you're fine. i had to deal with mats for a while, this is exactly what mine looked like”

Maxwell: “then mona would be able to see it

no fetch you have to look

behind my ears”

fetch: “I am looking.”

Little-K1ng: “ill help untangle it later when i feel better and the migraine stops sending shooting pains through my eyes, but it could be that max is just frightened from what he saw”

fetch: “and what I see is matted hair”

Little-K1ng: “can someone else help me measure these coffee grounds i cant see it properly :((”

Maxwell: “matted hair isnt gold”

fetch: “max, buddy. you've been having headaches and haven't been sleeping well, and the whole situation with the trial scared you. you're probably just seeing things.”

Maxwell: “i.....i know im not

THE PEOPLE AT MY SCHOOL SAW THEM”

kateza: “i mean we definitely shouldn't just be brushing him off”

fetch: “max, c'mon. it's fine”

Little-K1ng: “arent kids at your school like super mean”

[fetch: “max, c'mon. it's fine”]

Jack the Observer: “you're starting to sound like knight.”

kateza: “i believe max”

Maxwell: “they kept saying all day my hair was puffing out and right before I left one of my friends said it looked like I had something shiny in my hair”

kateza: “is there any way you can get like... a picture of them?”

Maxwell: “i-i can draw them”

Jack the Observer: “that would be lovely”

Raeva: “Did you touch them Max? Because you can't touch halucinations”

[Jack the Observer: “you're starting to sound like knight.”]

fetch: “don't you fucking dare compare me to him.”

Maxwell: “YES I CAN FEEL THEM”

kateza: “So they're something tangible”

Little-K1ng: “hey hey hey hey hey pleas e stop ye ll in g”

Maxwell: “here one momen t ima draw it”

Raeva: “Then he's telling the truth!”

fetch: “you're all just scaring everybody and making everything worse”

Maxwell: “crap sorry sorry sorry i didnt mean to yell please dont be mad”

fetch: “not mad at you, buddy”

Maxwell: “here here here”

fetch: “im just trying to get everyone to calm down”

Maxwell: “like little rose buds”

fetch: “yeah, dude, its matted hair. what you think are little leaves are just tangled bits”

Little-K1ng: “i dont have enough brain power to dedicate to it if fetch says its fine, but max? its alright that you're scared. im not telling you theres nothing there, im telling you to take care of yourself and understand that i am proud that you took the towel off to show us”

Maxwell: “i...thank you but please....why cant you all see it”

Little-K1ng: “i didnt look”

Little-K1ng: “i can feel the back of your head, but it just feels like some little hard chunks of something. it couldbe hair, it couldbe metal, but my senses are massively overloaded and i cant tell the difference”

Maxwell: “okay okay uh do you have a brush?”

Little-K1ng: “...i keep my hair short

kateza: “Mona's not feeling well so it's probably not a good idea to have her check”

fetch: “guys I can tell you that max is fine. nothing is wrong and all you're doing is scaring him so please just stop it so we can help untangle his hair

Jack the Observer: “no.”

Maxwell: “.....”

Jack the Observer: “please consider that you may be in the wrong.

please consider that you may be in the wrong.”

Little-K1ng: “jack, have you considered that maybe you'rejust as scared as max is? i didnt really meet syd, but i know you two were close”

Jack the Observer: “yeah, i am fucking scared. we've lost people to this shit before. it is better that Max is scared than that he gets taken."

fetch: “for fucks sake”

Jack the Observer: “it is better to be fucking safe than sorry. If anything, Crown's taught us that we can't trust ourselves.”

fetch: “we aren't going to fucking lose him

quit catastrophizing”

[Jack the Observer: “yeah, i am fucking scared. we've lost people to this shit before. it is better that Max is scared than that he gets taken."]

Little-K1ng: “correction, in this specific case. you've lost people to specifically this circumstance. it makes sense you would be scared for him, and i understand your struggle here. but i think we should calm down first”

Jack the Observer: “yeah, we won't if you fucking trust him about his own pain??”

kateza: “Would you rather not do anything and find out one morning that Max is gone? Or would you rather believe him, find out that nothing is actually wrong, and then move along?”

fetch: “FOR FUCKS SAKE JIST DROP IT.”

kateza: “... fine.”

Maxwell: “AH”

[Little-K1ng: “correction, in this specific case. you've lost people to specifically this circumstance. it makes sense you would be scared for him, and i understand your struggle here. but i think we should calm down first”]

Jack the Observer: “we. have. all. lost. people. to. this. you have lost Fetch twice.”

Little-K1ng: “please dont yell, fetch, fuckjing o w”

fetch: “EVERYTHING IS FINE YOU ALL ARE PANICKING OVER NOTHING”

kateza: “Sure, whatever. Don't blame us when Max is gone and Page is back.”

Little-K1ng: “fetch please”

Jack the Observer: “yeah, next you're going to tell us that we're "barking too loudly"”

Renboo: “fetch calm down everyones just worried”

Grimm: “Jack,,”

Jack the Observer: “...”

fetch: “fine. you wanna keep scaring the shit out of everybody over some tangled fucking hair, fine. i need to check outside anyway”

Raeva: “istg You don't just touch hallucinations but fine have it your way sorry Max we tried”

[kateza: “Sure, whatever. Don't blame us when Max is gone and Page is back.”]

Maxwell: “......

fetch wait...”

Little-K1ng: “fetch...?”

kateza: “i don't want you to get snatched again, max.”

dreaming: “fuck.. we shouldn't have be so aggressive, i just wanted fetcg to believe max..”

Marcus: “Why are you all yelling”

dreaming: “uh..”

Little-K1ng: “oh, hi Marcus”

dreaming: “who's gonna explain”

Maxwell: “....hi....”

Little-K1ng: “i thought you were sleeping, guess fetch woke you up”

Marcus: “When did I fall asleep what the hell I was just making breakfast”

Renboo: “fighting really doesnt ever get us anywhere-..”

kateza: “hi marcus, max found buds growing out of his head”

Maxwell: “.....”

[kateza: “hi marcus, max found buds growing out of his head”]

Marcus: “Really blunt today huh?”

Jack the Observer: “fetch is being. stubborn. and max is being honest for once only to immediately get yelled at. kinda frustrated about that.”

Marcus: “Don’t you think”

kateza: “We can't just dance around this”

Marcus: “Maybe max wanted a chance to tell me information

About his own wellbeing”

Little-K1ng: “yeah... i was gonna say”

Marcus: “Fetch just stormed out

Monas not feeling well

you’re all yelling

About someone’s personal information”

kateza: “...

sorry”

Marcus: “Mona go lay down”

kateza: “I'll just

go”

Marcus: “I got Max it’s okay”

Maxwell: “marcus....its fine...i would have had a hard time explaining anyway”

Little-K1ng: “((peace sign))”

[singingunderthecurtain]

Thunderclap (M) | Chanyeol & Sehun

Author: @julietsoddeye​ AU: Canon Genre: Smut Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader x Sehun Trigger Warning: Nothing triggering, really? I’m pretty sure people on this site are used to smut by now. BUT IF YOU’RE UNDER 18, DO NOT READ THIS! TURN AROUND AND WALK AWAY!!! Word Count: 2,190

Summary: Sehun caught you and Chanyeol doing things and now he’s mad. You have to do something to try and appease him.

A/N: Just PWP (with a little backstory lmfao), I guess. My first nasty ass scenario in a long time. Also we do love writing about threesome stuff in this blog, don’t judge us!!! 😂😂😂

—  —  —  —  —

“Chanyeol, don’t stop I’m almost there.”

You sigh out in Chanyeol’s ear, your left arm looped around his back, your nails clawing his skin there and the other up his neck with you fisting his hair in your right palm as he continues thrusting his hips. Both of you are chasing your high.

You can feel your shirt getting crumpled and wet, collecting both of your sweat on it as your chest is plush against Chanyeol’s unclothed one.

You didn’t even bother removing your shirt because Chanyeol went straight ahead to eating you out. He said tonight is your night, that you will be spoiled and pleasured until it hurts and he wasn’t wrong. He only stopped wrecking your pussy after you literally have tears roll down your cheeks from cumming for the nth time. You were aching for him to be inside of you and you almost pluck all his hair out after your last climax.

You never planned on sleeping with a coworker, let alone with one of the boys. You’ve known all of them since you’ve got the internship at SM in 2011 and they eventually take you in because they were impressed by your dedication and ideas. You were one of the few people responsible for EXO’s extraordinary and immensely loved concept, that’s what got you in, in the first place.

Chanyeol was overseas for his solo activity when you had a meeting about their next comeback last week and today was his only free day. So you told him to just stay put and relax at the dorms and you will be coming to him instead after your meeting with a producer from a broadcasting company SM is tied up with to discuss what he missed on the meeting a week prior.

You thought he would be home with one or two other members, but as it turns out he was alone. They were all out doing solo activities and that’s when he acted upon and advanced on you.

He wasn’t an asshole about it, in fact, he was quite the gentleman. You’ve always known there was a little something, something because every time you and your team arrives in every meeting, Chanyeol and a few of the younger members would start whispering among themselves. You always ignored them, thinking it was just inside jokes among them.

But today, he confessed that he has always been curious about you. Because even though you’re pretty close with all nine of them, you never shared anything passed common courtesy and little jokes outside work-related stuff.

He wasn’t sure if you were single because there never was any indication that you were. You never show or tell anything related to your personal issues. He admires your professionalism and said he finds it (you especially) very sexy.

And now, here you are, fucking each other’s brains out on his bed.

Chanyeol props himself up and grabs the headboard of the bed, and you clutch both of the edge of Chanyeol’s bed on either side of you to prepare for the impact. Your moans and Chanyeol’s grunts counter each other as he pushes deep inside of you.

“Chanyeolie Hyungie, I…”

The both of you were too occupied and too drunk in the moment, you didn’t even hear that someone came in the house and suddenly barge open Chanyeol’s bedroom door.

“What the fuc—”

You scream and pull your shirt down to cover what was happening in between you and Chanyeol. Chanyeol then grabs his comforter to cover the both of you with, him still inside of you.

“Hyung???”

“Sehun!!!”

“Noona??!”

“Se-Sehunnie?!?!?!”

“Hyuuung!!!”

“CHANYEOL???!!!”

“HYUNG!!!”

The three of you exchanges. You can feel your cheeks flush with embarrassment so you cover your face with your hands.

“Hyung!!! This is so unfair!!!”

You hear the whine in Sehun’s voice.

“Sehun-ah…”

“You knew I always liked Noona! And this is what I came home to?!”

“Sehun, listen to m—”

“No Hyung!!! I thought we promised no one will make a move on Noona!!!”

With the way Sehun is acting, he sounded like a petulant child who didn’t get what he wanted.

“What the hell?”

You speak out suddenly, making Sehun look at you and his cheeks flush with your current awkward position.

“Look, Sehun. I am balls deep inside Noona right now, are you really gonna yell at me?”

You almost chuckled at what Chanyeol said, but you stopped it and purse your lips tight to suppress your laughter.

“Sehun, please get out.”

You said calmly after a while of just watching the both of them stare each other out as if it’s gonna make things better for all of you.

“Fine!”

Sehun storms out and chucks the door close with a loud bang. Both you and Chanyeol grimace with how the sound of the door blows into your ears.

“I’m so sorry, Noona...”

Chanyeol apologized and he swallowed the lump that formed in his throat before continuing.

“I didn’t know he’d be home early.”

“What does he mean when he said ‘no one will make a move on Noona’? Does all of you talk about me like that behind my back?”

You start pushing Chanyeol off of you and he panics so he grabs your cheeks and showers your face with rueful kisses.

“No, no, Noona, no. Please, please let me explain. It’s just…”

“Okay, I’m listening.”

You said as you relax your face, Chanyeol sigh in relief and gave you a very wet smack on your mouth before speaking.

“It’s only between Sehun and I. I found out both of us likes you and now I feel like shit because I broke my promise.”

You didn’t exactly know what to do now. It has been a couple of weeks since that incident and Sehun has been dead ass ignoring not only you but also Chanyeol. Sehun gets away with it because he became busy with movie and drama shoots all of a sudden.

During meetings though, Sehun has been nothing but a condescending little butthole who keeps sarcastically countering whatever you put on the table as a joke. The other members, especially Baekhyun and some people in your department, find it funny and thought Sehun’s only being a prankster.

It is normal, after all, that you bicker like best friends during these meetings. A lot of times you would just brush off his being snooty, but sometimes his minuscule jeer would get to you and actually hurt your feelings. Chanyeol can only scowl at Sehun and send flowers or food your way as a form of apology.

That’s why you made Chanyeol convince Sehun to ‘go with him somewhere’, but the truth was you just wanted them to go to your apartment and make peace with the younger man. You don’t know how exactly you’re gonna do it, but you are committed on striking the happy medium with Sehun.

Sehun, before the circumstance happened, was a very sweet guy. He was fun to be with and very accommodating with not only you but also to your whole team.

The seven knocks you specifically asked Chanyeol to do to let you know it’s them indicates their arrival. You lowered the volume of your blasting television and unhurriedly make your way to your door, smoothing out your hair and clothes before opening the door wide.

“Hi,”

You greeted and Sehun’s face soured up immediately right after he saw it was you. A stark contrast of Chanyeol’s wide and happy beam, telling you that he succeeded in delivering Sehun to you.

“Ah, Hyung I thought we’re grocery shopping, why did you bring me here? Where even are we?”

Sehun glares at Chanyeol, with you facing his side profile. Chanyeol didn’t respond or even move, just continued smiling like a robot programmed to just hand over things to you.

“This is my home, Sehun. Come in both of you.”

You stepped aside and motions your hand for them to enter, Chanyeol started moving but was stopped when Sehun stomped his foot like a spoiled brat that he is.

“No, I don’t want to!”

He protested and you sigh out your frustration. Is he going to continue acting like a cranky jerk, God why is this so difficult?!

“Do you wanna cause a scene here, Sehun? Wanna get caught by fans because I am one-hundred percent sure some of my neighbors are EXO fans.”

You lied, mumbling your words through gritted teeth. You’re not angry, you just wanted to make your voice sound low. With what you said, Chanyeol’s already big eyes widen, grabs Sehun by his shoulders and proceeded to push the younger male inside your home. You look around outside just to make sure no one saw or followed them here before closing the door. You went straight to your kitchen to grab a few bottles of different drinks for them to consume.

“What is this, what is happening?”

Sehun snapped as you make your way to them in your living room. Chanyeol was already seated on your sofa and Sehun was just awkwardly standing there beside the coffee table.

“I just wanna talk, Sehun, please sit down.”

With a scowl on his face, Sehun complied and sat down on the couch a few feet away from Chanyeol. He crosses his legs and grabs one of the chilled coffee drink you placed on the coffee table in front of them.

Sehun was pretending to watch the television while drinking his coffee and Chanyeol was just seated there, staring at you like a little puppy waiting for commands. You offered him a sweet smile before squeezing yourself on the couch in between them.

Sehun glared at you as if you did something really bad and when he was about to stand up, you grabbed his thigh to stop him from going anywhere. He immediately froze and gulped strongly, you can see his Adam’s apple bobs up and down.

“Sehun, please don’t be mad at Noona anymore. I hate it when you’re mad at me.”

You say in a sickly candied voice as you rub the inside of his thigh soothingly, making sure not to touch his groin.

Sehun purses his lips and his eyes rolls at the back of his head, letting go of his opened bottle of drink. It almost spilled on your sofa but you caught it just in time with your other hand. You put the bottle aside on the table and turned your whole body towards Sehun who was now looking at you with hooded eyes and very flushed cheeks.

“Are you still mad at Noona, Sehunnie~”

You made sure you say his name very suggestively. Sehun nods his head like an obedient puppy and you gave him a teasing smile.

“I need to hear words, Sehun. Are you still mad at Noona?”

“N-No, I’m no-not mad at Noona.”

Sehun’s breath hitched when he felt the pointer finger of your other hand outline his shard jaw.

“Now, what do you want Noona to do for you to forgive her?”

You lean over him to whisper in his ear softly, making sure your breath lingers over his skin. Sehun closes his eyes shivered slightly.

“Kiss me, Noona… Please.”

The pleading of his last words sends a wave of want down your spine. You then grab the collar of his shirt so you can pull him down on your level and you allow a small smirk before crashing your lips onto his.

Kissing Sehun for the first time is like a breath of fresh air. Unlike Chanyeol who was very soft and gentle with you, Sehun is a different story. He was full of passion, but not rushing and he knows exactly what he’s doing. Not that Chanyeol doesn’t, he’s just sure and is not afraid to match your pace.

Sehun grabs your waist and made you mount his lap. You can tell Sehun’s already super affected because of the tent on his pants that’s thumping on your clothed heat.

You push Sehun off after a while and grabs Chanyeol’s shirt and tug him closer to you.

“Come here.”

You say before capturing his lips with yours. Sehun then pulls your loose sweater down, exposing your neck for him to start sucking bruises with his mouth.

“Let’s go to my room, yeah? My bed is much bigger than this couch.”

Both Sehun and Chanyeol nod their head and you get off Sehun, grabbing them both by their hands to lead them to your bedroom.

You dog finally decides to show itself and you stopped midway when you see it standing in front of your bedroom door.

“Oh, a puppy!”

Chanyeol gushes, actually screeched, when he saw your two-year-old Golden Retriever, its tail wagging like crazy when it saw that it has visitors.

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[winterschild999]

Tie it up

SUMMARY - It’s a story of the events that lead to today ,Bucky and yours marriage . 

WORDS - 2348

A/N - This is another fluff and I enjoyed writing me so much . This is dedicated to the my super talented friendo Justine @justareader​ for her B’day . I’m a little late,but I hope you had an amazing day . I hope you like it dude .

This is based on the song Tie it up by Kelly Clarkson.

 I AM SO HAPPY WITH THIS . THIS IS FLUFFF.I hope you guys like it too.

15th January -First official day as an avenger

Pride filled your body as you walked through the hallway , your head held high , as smile on your lips ,a sense that you were chosen to do greater good and that it exactly what you will do. 

Life hasn’t particularly been very kind to you but you weren’t one to complain.You will take whatever it throws at you and handle it with dignity. You were ready . You were ready to serve the world . You felt like you were reading for everything but you weren’t. You weren’t ready for love.

14th February-First Words 

Awkward. Very awkward.The tower was fill with red roses,decorations all around , lovey dovey people every where. God , what you’d do to not be in this situation.The party wasn’t your scene but you stayed for a while. You couldn’t help but notice a certain someone steal glances at you once in a while. A blush creeping up your neck making you hot. You tried your best not to look back but you utterly failed. The navy blue tux looked amazing on him and the shy smile he gave when saw you looking made you heart swell . You walked out of there and to the balcony . Your dress not really suitable for the weather but the cold air still felt good as you got lost in the beauty of the stars . “Not a party person huh?” You jumped at the sudden intrusion of your thoughts and let out a sigh of relief when your eyes met Bucky .

“Umm ,no .Not really.” You could think of nothing else when you were talking to him . The time just went by . Whole night you spoke about random stuff, a little personal stuff, you got to look at the real Bucky . You felt light , you felt free and happy as you talked to him . No judgement on either side as you spoke about you and he spoke about himself. The conversation just flowed,it wasn’t like you had spoken the first time to each other. It was like you had always been friends.You wake up with your head on his shoulder as he was fast asleep.You smiled thinking about last night . You felt more connected to him .

20 March - First date 

“Y/N , would you do the honours of going on a date with me?” Ahh shit,that sounds horrible. “You wanna go out with me baby?”*wink* What?What?You idiot. He slaps himself. Cool.Cool. You got this. “Y/n , would you like to go out with me?"Yeah , the sounds good. Right? He turns around when he hears laughter erupting and Steve and Wanda were standing at the door frame , laughing at Bucky practicing how he should ask you out . "God,Bucky . Just go and ask already ."Steve pushes Bucky out of the door . "Easy for you to say."Bucky mumbles as he makes his way to your room . "Y/n?"He slowly opens the door looking for you.You were fresh out of the shower in a bathrobe , your hair wet as you lay on bed scrolling through facebook . "Hey Bucky. What’s up"You gesture for him to come in as you sit on the edge of the bed. "I um..I wanted to ask if uhh…you know..if you’d..” “Just spit it out Bucky.” “If you’d like to go out on a date with me?” Bucky looked at the ground unable to meet your eyes. “I would love to ."You say sweetly and he looks at you with sparkle in his eyes and a wide smile. "Really?” “Really."you laugh . "Umm …tonight? 7pm” You nod and he sprints out the room with joy .

27 March - First kiss

A week .A whole fucking week since your date and Bucky still hasn’t made the move to kiss you . You knew he was shy , but so were you!!.You knew he wanted to , but he always hesitated when it came to it and would just find a reason to get away. As you walked to the kitchen you saw Bucky cooking.It wasn’t an uncommon sight . He loved cooking ,especially deserts and you weren’t one to complain.You loveeed eating sweets. “Mmmm , watcha making Buck."You say looking over his shoulder, on your tip toes. "I’m trying to make fudge brownies. The last two batches were horrible.” “Why?” “I don’t know."He says dipping his finger in the batter to taste it. "A little more sugar and chocolate."He says and starts looking for chocolate. "Um..you got something there."You point to his mouth which had a little bit of the brownie batter. "Gone?"He asks after rubbing a spot and you shake your head. "Now?"You shake your head again . "Here , let me."You say bring your finger to his mouth ,,but instead you get on your toes and press your lips to his.His whole body goes rigid , he doesn’t respond. You were scared that he didn’t like it …until his hand wrapped around your waist deepening the kiss . "I have a feeling this batch is gonna come out good.” “I do too."You say licking the brownie batter from your lips and smile at him.

20th June - The First time

"Are you sure?We don’t have to do this.” You pull Bucky closer to you by his shirt, pressing kisses over his shoulders. “I want to.Do you want me Bucky?” He bent down taking your lips in a passionate kiss guiding your legs back to the bed. You wake up with your head on his chest and look up at him .He looks so peaceful .So beautiful.You couldn’t take your eyes off of him. “It’s weird,stop staring."His voice a little hoarse. You giggle and get out of bed."I wasn’t staring.I was appreciating your beauty mister.” His face turned pink as he blushed. “Come here."You put on his shirt and sat on the edge of the bed . "I’m so happy to have you in my life.” You smiled at his sincerity . “I’m so happy to have you ..and this hot body."You winked . He clutched his chest in offence."Ah ,is that all I am to you . A hot body.” You start giggling and he couldn’t stop himself as he started laughing pulling you on top of him kissing you.

12th August - First ‘I love you’

His face was red with all the crying ,eyes puffy and blood shot. He refused to go back to his room to freshen up. He was going to stay here until you woke up. “Is she going to be okay?"He asked as the doctor walked out of the ICU . "Yes, she’ll be fine . Just a couple of days of rest.” He looked at you through the glass . He blamed himself for not being able to protect you. The mission was supposed to be easy . He was angry .Angry at himself.You were hurt. Everyday he sat by your bedside waiting for you to wake up . “Bucky?"your voice barely a whisper and if it weren’t for his advanced hearing he wouldn’t have heard it. "I’m here."Bucky says tears already welling in his eyes , clutching your hand afraid to lose you. "Oh god . I was so scared I was going to lose you .I don’t know what I would have done. I wanted to say so much to you. God , I don’t think I could live without you. I love you so much Y/n.I love you so much."He kissed the back of your hand , his tears falling on your hand . "Hey hey .I’m here. I am with you .Okay?I’m going no where….I love you too Bucky.”

13th October - First fight

“Are you fucking kidding me?"You screamed at the top of your lungs, anger radiating off of you in waves.You were so angry you could punch a hole through the wall if you wanted to. "Y/n at least listen to me."Bucky begged but he also knew that nothing could ease you now . "It.Was.My.Mission.” You push him hard by his chest and he stumbles a few steps back. “I know . It was too dangerous.” “You think I am not capable of doing it? You think I’m not good at it.I’m not strong enough . I may not be a super soldier like you but I can fucking do my shit."Your throat was aching with how loud you were screaming .Did he think of you that little,that you weren’t good enough to take on a mission yourself that he reassigned it to Nat. "Y/n ..Pl–please listen to me.” “I don’t want to .Leave me alone for a while."You say calmly walking to your room and shutting the door as hard as you could. As days went Bucky tried to apologise and reason with you many times. "I love you . And I don’t want you to get hurt. I was scared."He said. "I know you love me but you only belittle me when you do shit like this . I know it wasn’t your intention but that is how I feel. Like I am not capable enough to do it. So please..” “It won’t happen again . I’m sorry.” You nod as he pulls you against his chest hugging you hard.

25th December - First Christmas together

“Y/n come out."Bucky was banging on the door , begging you to open up . "No. I am never coming out wearing this."You hear him try to stifle his laughter. "It’s not that bad . I want to see it . Just come out.” It was probably the most ugliest sweater you have ever laid your eyes on and its not even those cute ugly ones , this was actually fucking ugly. With a groan you lift your body off the bed and walk to the door and open it . What you  don’t know is that the whole team is waiting to see you . “Wow , Fucking great ."You go to close the door on their faces but Bucky stops it with his hand and enters your room engulfing you in a hug while the others were still laughing . "I hate you."You say against his ear. "I love you too baby.” You were so happy to see everyone so happy.It was the only family you have . And you were so very grateful to every single one of them. You couldn’t have asked for more.

12th January - The proposal

“I’m scared."Bucky looks to Steve for help ."It’s going to be fine . You love her and she loves you . There’s nothing to worry.”

“I don’t know.Will she say yes?” Steve puts his hands on Bucky’s shoulder trying to relax him . “Look at me . Just go , she’s waiting for you . Don’t let the nerves get you.” The view from your dinner table was so beautiful. But the view in front of you was even more beautiful. Bucky looked so good in the all black tux .Even after so many months you were swooning over him .You gave him a questioning look when a band came to play a romantic music near your table as he got down on his knee.OH MY GOD. “Bucky..” you couldn’t believe this was happening .Your eyes were already wet. “Y/n . I love you so very much . Would you make me the happiest man in the world by marrying me?” Most of the words were a haze to you , you were already blushing, your hands clasped to your mouth as you nodded and bent down to hug me . “Yes..Oh my god. Yes Bucky.”

14th February - Marriage 

“I never thought some one would care for me . I never thought someone would touch me with such kindness and so gently. I never thought someone would look at me the way you do .I never thought someone would accept me for who and how I am . I never thought someone would look past my damage and choose to be kind to me . I never thought someone would love me ,until you . You not only made me happy but gave me hope to live. You made me feel like I deserve love. You made me realise that I am capable of loving someone . You made me a better man .But more importantly you made me human .You made me realise that I am not the monster I thought I was. You picked up broken pieces and pieced me back to life. A life that I thought I had to live alone and in loneliness. You have given me so much more that I could have ever asked for.And I will live my entire life making you happy .I can never repay you for what you did.But I can try . I will be by your side every step of the way.I never thought this day would come.I never..I never will hurt you . I will stay with you through thick and thin and give you strength . I hope to be yours for the rest of my life. I love you Y/n . I love you so much .” “Oh god.That was..My vows are nowhere close to that but here goes……When I look at you I see a man who loves me. When I look at you I see a man who deserves to be loved. I see a man so selfless . When I look at you all my fears are gone . I found a safe space in you.It’s been almost year but I still get butterflies when I look at you.You make me happy ,you make me feel loved .I want to wake up next to you ,in your arms for the rest of my life. I want to spend late nights crying at romcoms while you lend me tissues. I want to be there for you at your lowest.I want to…I just want to be with you forever. I know that life will throw hardships at us but I promise that it will never decrease my love for you . I love you and will always love you for who you are,that is James Buchanan Barnes the most wonderful man I have ever known.After Steve of course. I love you so much.” “Do you take James Buchanan Barnes to be your lawfully wedded husband?” “I do.” “Do you take Y/n Y/L/N to be your lawfully wedded wife?” “I do.” “Now you may kissed the bride.”

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I’ve Got You (part 20)

Pairing: Jongdae x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Canon AU, Smut

Description: You work for SM as it’s public relations specialist, and Jongdae is one client that you have to deal with far too often. Sometimes though, he isn’t all that bad.

A/N: The last chapter is next and it’s more of an epilogue than anything else. Wow i’m gonna miss these two crazy kids:((((

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21.

You try to make it through the rest of the work day despite Jongdae’s suggestion, but after 20 minutes of distractedly staring at your blank computer screen you decide leaving early might be for the best. No one asks you any questions as you leave, and you suspect that they all think it has something to do with your most recent altercation with Jongdae. It’s been weeks since either of you have yelled at one another in your office, and it’s the first time you’ve yelled at each other outside of your office. Maybe they think your conversation has you put off beyond repair.

They wouldn’t be completely wrong.

To be honest, you don’t remember leaving the office and getting in the car. You aren’t even sure if you talked to anyone along the way. Your mind switched off in an attempt to save you from another uncalled-for breakdown.

Hoping being home will help you turn your mind off, you lie in bed and search through your social media accounts. You see more tweets and mentions of the cryptic pictures today than you did yesterday.

Fear bubbles violently in your stomach once again. Closing Twitter and Tumblr, you defeatedly pull open your email. You go through your unopened work emails only to see variations of what is basically the same message.

Get your shit together and fix this or you’re fired.

Why’d you even look at your phone? It’s not like you’d find any sort of good news waiting for you there. You turn the device off in defeat, and decide that sleeping is your best bet for distraction. Sleep and pretend none of this is happening. Yeah…that sounds good.

Hours later you wake up; you don’t even attempt to look at your phone, already knowing what will be there waiting for you.

A shit ton of messages, threats, and words that are just going to make you feel like shit. You aren’t ready to look at it after your short session before falling asleep. Eat or shower? Which is the best thing to do while waiting for Jongdae?

As if his spidey senses were tingling or something equally creepy, he emerges. You watch expectantly as your bedroom door slowly inches open. Eyes appear and blink at you innocently. “Oh, I thought you were still sleeping.”

“I just got up,” you mumble hoarsely rubbing at your eyes tiredly while Jongdae crawls into the bed beside you. “How long have you been here?” you ask, letting yourself lean against him.

“Since 8. I didn’t want to wake you up though. You looked like you needed the sleep,” he explains while holding his phone out in front of you so that you can see the time on his screen. 9:39pm shines at you threateningly. You hadn’t planned on sleeping for so long. You drag your eyes from his screen to take him in. The moles dotted along his skin, the soft uneasy smile he’s wearing in a shitty attempt to try and comfort you. His casual clothes and the way he smells just vaguely of your peppermint shampoo that you always chew him out for using. You refuse to admit that you like the smell of it on him better than on yourself.

“Did you use my shampoo again?”

He blinks three times before the pout starts. “I came all the way here to console you and didn’t want to walk around smelling like sweat so I showered okay. What if I’d bought my own shampoo huh? Maybe I brought my own shampoo and it just happens to smell like yours-”

“It smells nice,” you interrupt him. His mouth hangs open mid-complaint but the words have stopped cold. “I was going to say it smells nice.” You frown sadly at yourself. Do you get angry so often that he felt the need to defend himself so strongly? You look down at the covers covering your legs, “You could have gotten in the bed earlier too…I wouldn’t have minded,” you complain softly.

A pause, and then he breathes out a laugh. His hand sneaks beneath the blankets to squeeze yours and you exhale some of the tension growing in your body.

Is he going to wait for you to talk on your own or will he ask you about it first? You hope that he’ll give you the chance to bring it up on your own, but knowing him he’ll ask- “So…are you ready to talk about earlier?”

You snort humorlessly. “Of course he asks,” you grumble under your breath.

“What?”

“Nothing…” you grunt. You take in a deep breath to prepare yourself before turning to face him. You can’t hide it from him forever, and he’s here ready to listen to whatever you have to say. You let go of his hand so that you can think clearly. “Someone knows,” you start bluntly. “Someone found out about us and have pictures. They aren’t clear, but the fans have them…have had them for a few days now, and they’re going to figure out it’s you. I’m saying this because there has already been some speculation. Threats have already started to come in.

“My…my job is on the line if I can’t make this disappear. If they figure out that it’s you, then your entire group is on the line, it’s- all of it is just looking really bad.”

His lips jut out and his eyes narrow. “Anything else?”

“Uh…”

“First of all…this isn’t the first time something like this has happened. You don’t have to worry about me. I’m not one of the popular members so it doesn’t matter if they find out that it’s me. I can take the mean comments as long as they aren’t doing anything to you or anyone else. Besides no one would care for long, it would pass within a week-”

“Shut up,” you interrupt unable to let his words go unaddressed. “People love you. Your fans fucking love you. You might not see it, but you have incredibly dedicated fans and they would do anything for you. This would crush them if it got out. I won’t let you sit here and think that they wouldn’t give a shit that you were dating someone. Especially if it gets out that she’s a fucking employee in the company. That’s not fair to them. It’s not fair to you. You shouldn’t have to deal with this just because I couldn’t properly do my job, couldn’t follow the main fucking rule not to sleep with any of the fucking idols.”

“Are you going to sit here and take on all of the blame? Are you serious?”

“Because it’s my fault Jongdae! I don’t care if they figure out that it’s me anymore. I don’t care if I get fired or sued or whatever the hell else because I deserve it, but you don’t. I can’t- I can’t let you be attacked because of something that I could have prevented. It’s my fucking job to do that, and if I can’t do that then what’s the point? Your fans…and your group and you shouldn’t have to deal with all of this drama just because I let myself…because I let myself…I don’t even know!” the words spill out and leave you breathing hard at the end.

“I don’t care. About the fans being upset. They’ll understand. I was the one who asked you out. I was the one who liked you first and kept bugging you until you liked me back,” he smiles fondly and you fight the twitching of your own lips. “I’m here for you. I signed up for this relationship just as willingly as you did and I don’t regret anything. I love you okay? And no scandal or picture or threat is going to change that. No matter what happens, I love you.” he smiles ever so slightly and raises an eyebrow. “Have you gotten that through your thick head yet?”

You nod just a tiny bit. Not fully committed to your answer, but hearing his words enough to know that he means what he’s saying. You just don’t know how much you believe in the words despite how genuine they sound.

“So,” he sits up straighter, grabs your hands in his and gives you a look that looks so confident and ready to face any issue the world is going to throw your way with a fucking smile on his face. “What’s the plan then love?”

You snort despite the anxiety in your heart. “Love?”

“Mm,” he hums and grins, leaning farther forward. A giggle bubbles out of your chest. God dammit why is he so good at defusing tension? You’d find it frustrating if you weren’t so use to having to do the exact same thing in your line of work.

Work. Fuck. What are you going to do?

The answer is sitting there, glaring at you as you try to avoid the easiest solution that there is. Some deep fear is keeping you from doing it. Fear of the future. Fear of having to start over. Fear of leaving behind something you’ve taken so long to establish.

You could quit.

You could turn in your resignation right now and find a new job elsewhere. Find a new job that has nothing to do with SM Entertainment. It would suck at first. It would suck a lot because as much as you hate working at SM you’ve gotten fond of the people there.

But if you quit…you don’t have to worry about backlash between two employees dating. You’d no longer have that guilt on your hands. There would also be a smaller chance of anyone catching the two of you together at work and discovering that you were the ones in the photo. The smaller the chance is of you and Jongdae being connected together.

It would also leave you with far less responsibility. It’s a dick move for whoever has to clean up your mess, but maybe your absence will diffuse the situation enough that it will pass and the pictures will be mistaken as two random people in New York. It’s easier for someone who isn’t connected to it all to think that it’s irrelevant.

You were too afraid to just let it pass quietly. Maybe it was your mistake.

“I’m going to quit,” you tell him after what feels like an hour of silence. Your decision is made. You’ll quit before it gets any worse and then vanish while the situation is diffused. You’re sure Nari or one of your subordinates could do a great job in your stead. When you look at him for his reaction, you see exactly what you expected. Disbelief.

“You can’t,” he whispers.

“I have to. If I do the repercussions won’t be as bad. It might even go away if I just disappear from it all for a while-”

“Y-you can’t…if you quit I-I…” his eyes are wide as he tries to come up with some excuse for why you should stay, but you both know this is the best option.

“Think of it this way,” you cut in with a smile. “I can finally get that break you all told me I needed.” The words come out a tad sadder than you intended and it makes your entire reason sound pathetic in your ears. “It’s for the best, you know it as well as I do.”

“But you love your job,”

“Actually I don’t…I…listen. I’ve honestly been stressed since the day I started working for this company, and you didn’t make it any easier for me for a good amount of time.” He looks away from your eyes in shame. “I hate working for a large entertainment company and I hate having to deal with bullshit like lost fleshlights on trains…”

“Look I didn’t mean to-”

You laugh fondly at the softness in his voice. “But I’ve gained experience and formed relationships that I wouldn’t give back for anything in the world. It’s just…it’s time for me to go back to what I set out to do at the beginning of my career. I’ve lied and twisted the truth enough. I’m ready to start working somewhere where I feel like I’m making a positive difference. Somewhere where I’m not constantly stressed. This is just…pushing me in the right direction. Yeah…”

His frown doesn’t vanish in the slightest and you start to worry that he’s preparing for the longest rant you’ll ever hear in your life. You’re definitely not expecting him to (still frowning) say, “I’m proud of you.”

“Excuse me?”

“I said I’m proud of you…I don’t want you to leave but…I’m happy that you’re doing something that’s going to make you happy.”

Your heart swells and you jump forward to hug him tightly. “You already make me happy. I wouldn’t be nearly as happy as I am these days if it wasn’t for you, you loudass.”

“Hey-” you slap your hand over his mouth to keep him from saying anything.

“I mean it. Thank you…” you murmur. His eyes crinkle in delight as he wiggles his way out of your grasp to tackle you back on your bed. He doesn’t lean down and kiss you as you’d hope he would. He seems distracted as he looks down at you in what seems to be a fresh sense of wonder and adoration. “Is there any reason you seem to like silently, and creepily might I add, looming over me? Or maybe you just love staring at me?”

He blinks and the look vanishes, replaced my pure mischievous glee. “Both,” he quips, lips curling up in that devilish grin that makes your heart race all over again. “Or…maybe I just love you.”