#gonna try n date and sign my works. again. lets see if i forget halfway thru the yr

[hejanic]

first drawing of 2025. marked by loss and frustration.

[nameawoman]

Walk On By - Part 2

A/N: yay!!!!!! another installment in the shroomrry cinematic universe is here!! i want to say a huge thank you to el ( @harrytheehottie​ ) and brailey ( @daydreamsofh​ ) for being excellent beta readers and supporters. <3 <3

and thank you to everyone who has shown my writing love. i truly appreciate it so much. i hope you like this part just as much as the first one. :-)

if you haven’t read part 1, catch up here!!

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****CONTENT WARNING**** alcohol consumption, mentions of drug use

You’re simply buying magic mushrooms from Harry. However, if you keep running into each other, is it going to stay that simple?

word count: just under 5k

**September 15th, 1977, Los Angeles, California**

The brakes on your car squeal as you pull into the last empty spot along the curb and shift into park. The music from your radio comes to an abrupt stop when you turn the key back to shut the engine off. Your head hits the headrest behind you before you empty your lungs into the silence.

Cars drive past on the street to your left. It’s just past five thirty, so all of the after work traffic is in full swing.

You’ve been avoiding this errand for two weeks now. There’s a record that you’ve been wanting to get your hands on ever since one of your coworkers played it at a work function. After looking through shelf after shelf in all of your favorite shops in L.A., and even making some calls to shops in surrounding areas, they’ve all come up short.

This seems to be your very last resort. Right across the street, sandwiched between a donut shop and a hair salon, is Jupiter House Records. From what you remember, this shop has a really good selection and variety, but the handful of unpleasant interactions you’ve had with the owner have been enough to make you look somewhere else. You’ve been stubbornly avoiding this place for years. Now you have a whole other reason for not wanting to spend hours in this store digging through to find your favorites or discover new ones.

Harry works here.

You haven’t seen him since he showed up on your doorstep to return your address book. The conversation you had with Jenny when she came home from work that evening plays through your mind again.

Both of you plop down on opposite sides of the couch in your living room. You sigh and take a big sip from your glass of wine before explaining the whole interaction to her, starting from the moment you opened the door to the moment you saw him drive away in his car.

Jenny grins. The only sound in the room comes from the ticking of the clock on the wall as you wait for her response. “I think he likes you.”

You squint. “That’s what you’re taking away from all of that?”

Her eyes widen and she springs forward, almost sloshing the wine out of her glass when she sets it on the coffee table. “Oh, so you’re telling me he saw the ‘If lost please return to..’ in your address book and decided to make a trip to our house to return it to you in person, when he could have just sent it in the mail?”

You can feel a crease forming between your eyebrows and you take in a sharp breath, fully prepared to counter her point, but she barrels through.

“And he wanted to ‘make sure you were okay’. Out of all the dealers that we’ve met, how many have just shown up at our houses to check up on us? Zero.”

You press your lips together. You can’t argue the fact that this alone sets Harry apart. However, this doesn’t mean he likes you. Maybe it just means that he’s the kind of person that goes the extra mile for the people he does business with. He could have easily left you and Jen sitting on the sidewalk after the concert, but he decided to help, to do what any other good-natured person would do.

“And let’s not forget how he threw the paper on the doorstep so you wouldn’t have to walk all the way down the driveway.” Jenny clutches her chest and swoons.

Scoffing at the way she’s adding dramatics, you challenge, “How do you know he didn’t show up here to see you?”

“He didn’t ask about me, did he?”

“No,” you begrudgingly mumble into your glass.

She grabs her glass from the coffee table and gives you a knowing look. She’s made her point, and the more it lingers like the aftertaste of wine, the more conflicted you become.

You’ve spent more idle moments than you’d like to admit since then thinking about the night you were sitting outside of the Forum. Thinking about what possessed you to lean in and study his face so closely. Was it solely the effects of the drugs? If that’s the case, then why do you want to go back to that moment so badly? And why didn’t Harry pull away? Did he really blush when you were staring at him? Was his heart really racing when you gave him a hug, or was that just your wild imagination?

The honking of a car brings you out of your thoughts. You take a deep breath and trill your lips. There’s a slight break in traffic. If you don’t get out of your car and cross the street now, you fear you’ll stay here stuck in your thoughts all evening.

With a huff, you rip your keys from the ignition and push your door open. You cross the street, walking with a purpose, and make it to the sidewalk.

The full strength of your nerves doesn’t hit you until you’re just in front of the store and the glass door swings out with a simultaneous chime of a bell. Your heart drops from your chest to your stomach and you freeze on the sidewalk to avoid colliding with the man exiting the shop.

When he stops to hold the door open for you, it takes you a moment to gather yourself. You mutter a ‘thank you’ as your hand firmly grips the cool metal of the door handle. Almost like you’re using it as a crutch to get you through the threshold.

Your shoes meet the shaggy mustard yellow carpet, matted down by years of customer traffic.

A woman that looks about your age greets you from behind a counter to your right. You return her half smile and she goes back to flipping through the magazine on the counter in front of her. The nametag on her floral shirt reads ‘Nora’. Behind her is a door with a red ‘EMPLOYEES ONLY’ sign taped to it.

Underneath the counter that she’s leaning on is a glass case holding records and cassette tapes, all marked ‘deluxe’ or ‘limited edition’. Spread out next to them are a few t-shirts, buttons, and stickers with the store logo printed on them.

You weren’t expecting it to be so quiet. Right now it seems like you and Nora are the only people in the store. The coast is clear. You can relax a bit. The adrenaline rush you were feeling on the other side of the door has now been replaced by the whirring of the air vents and David Bowie’s “Queen Bitch” playing over the speakers.

You turn to your left to take in the rest of the store, meandering into the first row of record shelves.

The large window taking up the entire front wall lets in plenty of evening sun that warms your skin through your shirt. More shelves, each one three tiers deep, line the rest of the walls and create aisles in the middle of the room.

Signs hanging from the ceiling above each section indicate the genre. The one you’re standing next to is labeled ‘new releases’ with a smaller font that reads ‘alpha by artist’. Other sections are labeled country, rock, disco, classical. Your eyes land on the back corner of the store where the funk, soul, and jazz sections are.

You make your way over while pulling your sleeves up to your elbows.

Unsure of which specific section the record you’re looking for will be in, you decide to start on one end of the corner and search all the way through to the other in hopes of finding it.

You fall into a familiar routine of searching through the first tier, then the second, leaning over to search through the top tier, and then taking a step over to start the whole process again.

Once you’re about halfway through the soul section, the bell on the door chimes again. You can’t be bothered to look, not wanting to lose your place.

“Hey, sorry I’m late.”

Goddamnit. Your hands freeze their movements and your heart begins to race all over again. You know exactly who just walked through that door.

“Harry,” Nora admonishes, “I finally have a date after two months and you’re gonna make me late.”

Harry’s mumbled response is drowned out by the loud creak of the door behind the counter, but judging by Nora’s gasp and the unmistakable thwack of a magazine, maybe it’s better left between the two of them.

You begin to slowly file through records again, this time not paying much attention to what you’re doing. More-so to give your hands something to do and appear busy while trying to hear the rest of their conversation.

Nora sighs, “It’s been really slow today. Hopefully it’s a slow night for you.” All you hear is some shuffling before she adds, “Oh, boss wanted me to remind you not to play the music too loud.”

“Did he? Dunno what he’s talking about,” Harry says, feigning innocence.

Nora laughs, “Whatever.”

The next thing you hear is the jingling of keys and footsteps across the carpet.

Harry raises his voice from the back room, “Are you gonna punch out?”

“Will you do it for me? I’ve gotta go.”

“Sure.”

The bell on the door rings and Nora yells from the doorway, “I left three boxes in the back for you to restock!”

“Oh thanks,” Harry yells back with sarcastic enthusiasm.

“Bye,” she sings as she walks out.

The door slams behind her. The bell’s high pitched ringing seems to hang in the air.

Silence falls on the room when the song playing over the speakers stops suddenly, making the room quiet enough to hear the traffic outside. You hear a needle drop and after a few seconds, the opening guitar notes of “Can You Get to That” by Funkadelic begin to play. The corners of your mouth turn down to fight a smile when the volume is promptly turned up much louder than what it was when you walked in.

You take a sharp breath in, realizing that you’re going to have to turn around at some point. Surely you can’t just stay in this corner and keep your back turned to him until the place closes. You don’t know what you’re going to say to him. Will he even recognize you after not seeing you for weeks?

There’s not much time to decide what to do when the sound of footsteps approaching on the carpet is getting closer to you.

Your heart leaps into your throat when you hear his voice.

“Finding everything alright?”

You turn your head to the left.

Harry is standing a few shelves apart from you with a box propped between the shelf and his hip. The sunlight from the window shines through the ends of his hair and the sleeves of his white t-shirt when he grabs a record from the box and reaches out to carefully wedge it back into the right place. You scan down to where his shirt is tucked into a pair of dark brown corduroy pants, and further down to see a pair of dirty white sneakers peeking out from the ends of the flares. When he turns his head to the box again, you notice that his mustache is significantly thinner from the last time you saw each other.

Heat rushes up your neck and onto your face when he glances up at you.

His hand pauses in the air and his eyebrows raise slightly before the corners of his mouth do the same, revealing just a hint of his dimples. His head tilts back and he blinks in surprise. “Oh… hi.”

You let out a breath that you didn’t know you were holding when he addresses you by name. Mirroring his smile and turning your shoulders to face him, you reply, “Hi. I… didn’t know you worked here.”

A flat out lie, but thankfully he doesn’t seem too suspect about it.

He frowns and looks down at his shirt, pulling it out in front of him to reveal his nametag. “Hm. M’ afraid I do,” he says flatly.

A breathy chuckle leaves you, amused at the way he’s effortlessly making sarcastic remarks like this with you and his coworker. Quite different from the stiffly awkward interactions you’ve had with him. It’s like you’re seeing him in his natural environment. Him being at ease is having the same effect on you.

“Do you need help finding anything?” he asks, continuing his previous actions, this time with a soft smile.

“Actually, yes,” you clear your throat, “I’m looking for this specific record. I’ve looked all over for it by now. I’m pretty sure it should be in one of these sections if you have it, but...” you trail off as you cast a glance over your shoulder to the shelves you have yet to go through.

“I can take a look in our inventory. Save you some time?”

Of course. Why didn’t you just ask about that when you first walked in? “Sure. That would be great.”

Harry hoists the box into the crook of his arm with a faint grunt and you follow him over to the counter. After setting the box at the end of the countertop, he walks to the other end and reaches underneath the register, pulling out a large beat up binder with ‘inventory’ written on the spine.

It lands on the counter with a plop, probably due to the huge stack of paper inside, separated by multicolored tabs.

“What’s the artist’s name?” he asks after opening the binder to the first page.

“The Equatics.”

He pulls on the ‘A’ tab and folds it over.

“Oh, sorry, it’s Equatics with an ‘E’.”

He tuts and shakes his head before tracing his finger down and pulling on the ‘E’ tab. “Equatics with an ‘E’,” he mumbles.

You fold your lips between your teeth.

Now you’re thankful for the loud music filling the room as you’re standing wordlessly in front of the counter watching him flip through the pages of the inventory binder. Hair hangs in front of his face as his head is tilted down to scan over the pages, all filled with scribbles, arrows, and notes in the margins written in blue, black, and red ink. It all means nothing to you, especially looking at it upside down. You can only imagine how tedious it must be to keep up with.

With his left hand pressed flat against the counter, the expanse of his arm is right in front of you. Hopefully he can’t feel your eyes surveying his tattoos, at least the ones you can see from this angle. A small cross on his hand, an anchor on his wrist, the tail of a mermaid, a delicate rose near his elbow, a heart just beneath the hem of his t-shirt.

He inhales sharply and clears his throat into his fist, “Looks like we do have it. It’s actually in our as-is section.” As he’s speaking, he spins the binder in your direction and slides his finger almost to the bottom of the page to point out where it lists the artist, album title, and the section it’s in.

Despite the relief that comes with finally finding something you’ve been searching for, your face falls a bit. You know that ‘as-is’ is often just a nice way of saying that something is heavily used. “Does that mean it’s… damaged?”

Harry hums and tilts his head to the side, not meeting your eyes until he responds.

“Not always. Honestly we’re pretty much required to put stuff in that section even if it’s just the sleeve that’s messed up. Sometimes the record itself is still in great condition. You can still find some good stuff in there.”

“Okay. Where’s the as-is section?” You don’t remember seeing a sign for it when you walked in, unless you just overlooked it.

“Right. It's, uh, down this hallway here. Kind of hidden.”

Harry rounds the end of the counter and you follow him over to a doorway covered with a ruby red beaded curtain. Harry pulls it to the side and steps through first, pausing to hold the curtain back for you. You mutter a ‘thanks’ and step into a long hallway that extends to your right.

He releases the curtain, letting the beads crash together, before starting down the hallway.

Both walls are lined with floor to ceiling shelves full of cassette tapes, with each row of shelving just tall enough to fit their size. There’s so much packed in this long stretch of narrow space, like a condensed, fluorescent-lit cornucopia.

“I had no idea all of this was back here,” you comment, slightly dumbfounded that you probably would have overlooked this hallway entirely if it hadn’t been pointed out to you.

“Yeah, lots of people think it’s off limits because of the curtain. I need to put some signs up or something.”

As you’re walking behind Harry, you realize you were too distracted before to see print on the back of his shirt, let alone make out what it said. Bold purple font reads ‘MY MIND IS UP ON THE MOUNTAINS’ with a smaller font at the bottom that reads ‘(and i didn’t even have to climb)’. The words are surrounded by a sun, a few flowers, a picture of a mountain, and two mushrooms on the bottom.

A smirk creeps onto the corner of your mouth at how incredibly on the nose it seems for him. It makes you wonder if anyone here knows about his other job, or if he’s hiding in plain sight.

Once you’re both about a third of the way down the hallway, there’s a gap in the shelves on the right filled by a nondescript doorway.

“Here we are.” Harry stops and reaches on the other side of the doorway to flip the light switch before stepping back and gesturing for you to walk in first.

You step into a small room. It only contains two long folding tables pushed against opposite walls. Rather than fancy, neat shelves, the records here are stored in milk crates and cardboard boxes lined up on the tops of the tables. It almost looks like you’ve come across a garage sale.

You furrow your eyebrows and purse your lips to the side as you walk up to the first box at the end of the table closest to the door. When you reach in, Harry speaks up.

“I could help you look for a bit, if you want.”

Harry’s now leaning against the doorframe, running a hand against his jaw. Do you see a slight tinge of pink creeping onto his cheeks as well?

“I don’t really have anything better to do. Plus this section... isn’t really organized,” he continues.

You bring your attention back to the box in front of you, a sharp breath escaping your nose when you turn the Johnny Cash record back to reveal a Mozart one behind it. “I can see that.”

“But if you want to look around by yourself I understand, I can leave you to it,” he says, already slightly backing up into the hallway.

“No, I wouldn’t mind the company. You could take that table and I’ll take this one?” Your own words surprise you as you’re speaking them. Moments ago you had been dreading crossing paths with him again, but now that you’re having a moment that feels comfortable, you find yourself wanting him to stick around longer.

A curiosity is growing in your mind, wondering if Harry is feeling the same way, if that’s why he offered to help, if that’s why he slowly joins you in the room and mirrors your position at the table behind you so you’re not standing back to back.

You both search through the crates without a word, only the faint sound of the music from the front room coming down the hallway. Meanwhile, your thoughts are going back and forth between Jenny insisting that this man likes you and talking yourself out of that idea, insisting that he’s simply being nice, doing his job.

“How have you been?”

The question catches you off guard, taking a moment to realize that he’s actually said it out loud. “Um. I’ve been good. Nothing exciting going on, just working a lot. You?”

“I’m alright, thanks. I’ve been working a lot too. Where do you work? Don’t think I’ve asked you.”

“Do you ever listen to KIIS-FM?”

“Yes?” He responds, possibly thinking that you’re trying to shift the subject.

You smile to yourself, “You’re welcome. I’m a sound engineer there.”

“Oh shit,” he says enthusiastically. “That’s really cool. Do you like it?”

Briefly turning to look at him, your smile grows wider when you read the interest and excitement on his face. An expression you’re seeing for the first time in him, and it's because of something about you. Your heart flutters and you turn back to your table.

“Most days, I do. It can be a real dick fest sometimes though. Not in a good way.”

Despite mumbling the last sentence, Harry seems to still pick it up.

He barks out a laugh. You turn, eyes wide, to see his shoulders shaking and him covering his mouth with his hand.

When he turns back to you, clearly making a lot of effort to compose himself, he places his hand over his heart. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Oh yeah, the way you laughed really convinced me,” you lightheartedly roll your eyes.

“No it’s just… the way you said it was really funny,” he says, chuckling through his words. He continues, “So you studied engineering at UCLA then?”

Your eyebrows crease as his words hang in the air. You guess it’s not wild to assume that people who live in L.A. have attended UCLA. However, since you’ve never mentioned any kind of schooling to Harry, you can only gather that he’s making that assumption from the UCLA t-shirt you were wearing when he showed up at your house.

“I thought I remembered Jenny mentioning that you both went there.” His tone is cautious now, hesitant even. Like he’s picked up on his own blunder.

You decide to brush over it and simply nod, “Yeah, that’s how we met, actually.”

You return to looking through the crate in front of you. You gasp when you see the familiar red cover of the album you’re looking for.

You feel Harry turn around behind you. “Find it?”

You pull it from the crate. The bold red cover with a blue-grey circle in the middle, running your finger over the lines and arrows creating rings around it with a few stars placed here and there. You turn to smile at Harry, holding up the record in place of an answer, too excited to form words. The paper dust liner crinkles as you slide the plastic disc from the sleeve. Holding it by the edges, you tilt it to the left, to the right, and hold it up closer to the light to inspect it. Your shoulders visibly fall when you spot a long scratch running from the middle to the edge.

“Oh no,” you whisper, bringing the record closer to your face. You lightly run your finger over the scratch. It doesn’t feel rough, you actually can’t feel it at all. A fraction of hope is restored knowing that the scratch isn’t too deep into the grooves. However, there’s no way to know if it’s unplayable unless you actually try to play it.

Harry seems to read your mind. “You could test it out on the player up front if you want.”

“Really?” You spin around, seeming to shock him judging by the way his upper body slightly jerks back. “I mean-- I would appreciate that. If it’s not too much--”

He shakes his head, “It’s not a problem.” He walks toward the door where he waits for you to gather everything up.

The front of the store quiet once you both emerge from the other side of the curtain.

“I liked your choice of work music, by the way,” you say once you’ve both made it back to the counter, hugging your record to your chest.

“Oh yeah, Maggot Brain. S’ a fun album.”

You lean forward to rest your forearms against the smooth wood of the counter, waiting while he takes the record off the player to make room for yours. “Do you listen to a lot of funk music?”

“I do. I’ve never really understood why some people aren’t into it. What’s not to love, right?”

“Exactly! My coworker showed me this album and I think it’s one of my favorites now. It was recorded by this group of high school students in seventy two. They won some studio time in a contest or something and they really made the most of it.”

“Hm. M’ excited to listen to it now.” He stretches his hand out, “I’ll take that.”

You hand over the album. “Could you start it on track two? I think that’s my favorite one.”

“Sure.” He places the record on the player and carefully moves the needle in place.

A warm feeling washes over you when you hear the familiar soft guitar and drum beat at the beginning of the song. You both stand in place as the bass line comes in and all of the instruments’ parts crescendo.

Once the beat drops and the main guitar comes in, Harry turns to you with raised eyebrows and an impressed smile.

“Amazing, right?” you ask through a chuckle.

“It’s really good.”

“I know! And I don’t notice the scratch at all. It sounds perfect.”

“S’ exciting. I’m glad you found it.”

He walks over to where you are and starts to inspect the sleeve, turning it over to read the back. He adopts a similar position as you, forearms resting on the counter as he taps his fingers on his bicep to the beat of the song.

“That guitar part is amazing.”

He’s leaning close enough now that you can see a hint of stubble along his jawline and his upper lip. His cologne, a swirl of vanilla and something else you can’t quite put your finger on. He looks up when you don’t respond and you avert your eyes immediately.

“I think so too,” you mumble.

“I find it crazy how something really amazing can be right in front of you for so long and you never notice it or you just keep missing it.” A pause. “This has been in the back room for… I don’t even know how long, and I probably never would have listened to it if you hadn’t been looking for it.” Another brief pause as he scratches at his chin, seeming to be in deep thought. He shakes his head, “I don’t know. Maybe that’s weird, but I think about that kind of thing a lot.”

“I don’t think it’s weird. That can happen with… so many things, too.”

“Like people.”

His eyes quickly dance over your face. You swear they linger on your lips for a second  before returning to meet your eyes.

“Like people,” you repeat. “And I think it is good to think about that stuff from time to time but… it can get overwhelming. Sometimes it could even distract you from the things you’re enjoying now.”

Your eyes do the same motions, glancing all over his face, lingering on his lips, and then back to his eyes. This feels extremely reminiscent of the night you were sitting outside of the Forum, when you were practically nose to nose after you had taken a whiff of his hair. You had been telling yourself that the gravitational pull you felt that night was solely induced by the shrooms. However, you seem to be feeling it again now as your eyes trace over the plane of his cheek, the tip of his nose, the arch of his lip.

A slight crease between his eyebrows slightly contradicts the almost tender look in his eyes. He opens his mouth like he’s about to speak.

Unfortunately he’s interrupted by the shrill ringing of the phone on the wall behind him.

You flinch at the sudden noise and Harry huffs in annoyance before clearing his throat into his fist.

He walks over to the player to turn the music down before answering the phone with a simple, clipped “Jupiter House.”

He covers the receiver with his hand and mouths ‘sorry’ to you before holding up a finger and going into the back room, closing the door until it's just cracked behind him.

You release a heavy sigh and rub your temples.

After a short conversation, Harry comes back and hangs up the phone.

“Sorry about that,” he mumbles, untangling the cord from his fingers. “Are you happy with this, then?” He asks, pointing to the record player.

“Uh- yes. Yes. I am.”

You go through the transaction in silence, watching the way Harry slides your record into a brown paper bag and the way he makes your change. At this moment, you’re wishing Harry came with a cartoon thought bubble over his head so you could know what he’s thinking right now. What exactly did he mean when he said ‘like people’? What was he about to say before he was interrupted?

He carefully folds and creases the paper, but instead of handing it over, he pauses, hands poised on the top of the bag.

“Sorry, I forgot something.” He opens the bag again and crouches down behind the counter.

“What--”

Before you can get your question out, his hand reaches into the glass case between you, hovering over the merchandise that you noticed when you first walked in. He picks out a button and a sticker. You hear them drop into the bag before he pops up from behind the counter.

“You didn’t have to--”

“I know.”

His smile and his voice are reassuring, absolving your confusion in a matter of seconds. 

“Thanks for your help. It was nice running into you,” you smile, taking the bag and holding the record to your chest once again.

“Take care. I’ll see you around.” He smiles.

You back away from the counter and push open the door. The bell rings in your ears one last time.

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[crimsonrae]

Oh, I am excited then! May I please request a Captain Syverson or Clark Kent/Femme! Reader oneshot where it's the reader's birthday, but she doesn't tell Sy/Clark because she doesn't celebrate/forgets and they find out and do something for her? Maybe a surprise dinner or something? Thank you so much, darling!!

Hey Nonnie,

As requested a birthday fic with Mr. Kent. Fluff fic - I hope you like it.

Clark KentxReader

Falling, Flying

Happy Birthday!

You sighed wearily as you eyed the balloon decorated card from the florist. A beautifully arranged bouquet of sunflowers and chrysanthemums rested on your desk. Admittedly, the amber and wine tones were striking and brought a brightness to your office that was usually lacking, but it was also like having a bright neon sign to remind you of a day that you usually wanted to ignore.

This was the problem with having with life-long friends... they liked to torture you.

You chucked the card into your trash and moved the flowers to the window. You’d text Maria later to call her an asshole and thank her for the little gift.  

“Hey, nice flowers.”

Your butt had barely touched your desk chair. Biting back another sigh, you glanced up to see Lombard loitering in your doorway, “Thanks... Did you have that election article for me?”

“Y/N, it’s all work and no play with you.” Lombard complained loftily as he leaned against the threshold.

You shook your head, ignoring him as you logged into your computer. Your fingers clacked hard at the keyboard when he didn’t disappear nor answer your question. He stood like a creepy grotesque and it only took another minute of stunted silence before you broke.

“Lombard, what do you want?” He grinned victoriously while you threw a mocking scowl at him, “Article?”

He sauntered forward and dropped into the chair before your desk, “So, what are the flowers for? Did Smallville screw up? Apology flowers? Or an anniversary? Don’t let Lois see if it’s the second, cuzzz I don’t think it’s been quite a year since they’ve broken up.”

You rolled your eyes and grumbled under your breath about reporters. Never mind that you used to work as one, editing was more in your comfort zone anyway. You and Clark had only managed to date for two weeks before the office found out.  

Bloodhounds – every single one of them.  

Including your boy.

“You should work for a gossip rag, Steve. You’d really shine there.” You stated dryly, focusing back on the screen as a few new articles showed in your inbox. It was going to be a busy day of fact-checking and proofreading.

“Oh, don’t be mean. I’m just taking a healthy interest in my colleague’s life.” A smugly amused smirk crossed his lips before a pen came flying at his face, “Hey!”

Unapologetic, you pointed at the door “Get out of my office and get your article done.”  

He moved to protest or retort, you weren’t sure, as a new voice interrupted.

“Harassing my girl again, Lombard.”

A feeling of déjà vu fell over you as you and Lombard looked to your door to see Clark leaning in the threshold. You smiled faintly at him becoming amused as Lombard actually shifted to stand. As nice as Clark was, Lombard was well aware that his arms were the size of his head. He felt it better for his ego if he never stood to close to the other reporter...or pissed him off.

And yet...

“Nice choice of flowers, Smallville. So, what did you do?” The smaller man queried jovially.

You threw another pen at him as Clark zeroed in on your present and frowned. He tilted his head curiously and came over to have a better look, allowing Lombard a direct escape if he wanted, “Those aren’t from me.”

You could practically feel a whole new level of intrigue pour from Lombard at Clark’s words. You sent the nosy reported a pointed glare and lifted a pen threateningly. He finally took the hint and left as you spun your chair to face your boyfriend.

You couldn’t stop a cheeky smile as he arched a brow at you, “Yeah...I’ve been meaning to tell you – I've been seeing other guys. You’re gonna need to step up your game, farm boy.”

Clark snorted and slanted a mockingly stern gaze at you through his glasses. You still couldn’t decide if you liked him better with or without the frames, but the meandering thought flew from your head as he nudged your legs apart with his knee and leaned into you. You spared a quick glance towards your open door before meeting him halfway for a kiss.

A soft warmth enveloped you as he nipped your lip and gently coaxed your mouth to open. He stole your breath as he delved deeper and you tasted each other thoroughly. Somehow, you always forgot how good a kisser he was.... it was almost unfair. Especially when he pulled away with that knowing glint in his eye that made you want to smack him and climb him like a tree all at once.  

He smirked, “Somehow, I’m not worried.”

“You don’t play fair.” You grumbled though an affectionate smile pulled at the edges of your lips.

“Says the woman who’s receiving flowers from someone other than her boyfriend.” Clark drawled pointedly as he leaned against your desk.

Unwillingly, you glance at your flowery neon sign. You had no desire to share the real reason for the bouquet. Your birthday had never been a particularly good day for you and the only good ones that you had celebrated had been when you were alone.  

A cup of tea and a good book to read as you let the day pass you by and ignored the fact that you were another year older... that was your perfection.

You sighed and shrugged, “They’re from Maria, so no need to be jealous.”

His brow furrowed. He had only met Maria a few times and was still trying to wrap his head around the friendship you two shared. Insults, practical jokes, and a fair bit of clothes thievery made up the majority of your relationship.

“You guys aren’t in a prank war again, are you?” Clark asked leerily.

He had been the unintended victim of a couple of your pranks the last month and you couldn’t help, but smirk at the memory.  

You shook your head, a lie spilling from your lips before you could stop it, “No. I think I need to check my closet for those new Jimmy Choo's I bought. They’re probably gone now.”

Clark rolled his eyes, “I really don’t understand you two.”

“You don’t need to.” You replied calmly but made the mental note to check your closet anyway. You never knew with Maria.  

“Y/N! Stop canoodling your boyfriend! You’ve got papers on the printer.”

A low groan left your lips as a faint heat filled your cheeks at Lombard’s voice, but you moved to get up anyway. You had no desire to have him hover in your office again.  

Clark moved to follow before a colorful glint caught his eye. A quick check showed him that you were already out of the office as he reached down to pull the florist’s card from the trash. A deep frown marred his features as he took in the festive balloons and quickly scrawled birthday wish.

Why wouldn’t you tell him it was your birthday?

He quickly nabbed Maria’s number from your phone and disappeared from your office.

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Your eyes had begun to sting as you stared at your computer screen. A small headache forming at the base of your neck, as you continued to work. You hadn’t been wrong when you assessed that today was going to be busy.

Five more articles had appeared on your desk before lunch and about a dozen phone calls placed and taken before and after that – notes were scribbled into margins and glaring errors corrected. So far, you had only been able to toss back a couple pieces and it was well after six already. Tiredly, you rubbed at the bridge of your nose, more than ready to go home and collapse into bed...but there was still so much you needed to do.

“Hey, you about ready to go?”  

You started at the sound of Clark’s voice, nearly sending your keyboard skittering to the floor, “Christ! I swear you need a damn bell.”

He chuckled lowly, watching as you clutched at your chest and glared mildly at him. He came to stand next to your desk, noting that you hadn’t even begun to shut down for the night while his shoulder bag was already tucked under his arm, ready to call it quits, “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you. Grab your stuff, I’m taking you to dinner.”

A rueful smile quirked at your lips as you wave him off, “Raincheck, babe. I need to get this done or Perry’s gonna have a fit.”

He frowned glancing over the mess of papers on your desk. He hadn’t planned for you to still be working and almost wondered if you had taken on extra articles on purpose, “How much more do you have to do?”

“Don’t know. Maybe another hour – two tops.” You shrugged and smiled softly at him, “You’re free to roam the skies, Captain.

Clark raised an incredulous brow. Not because you had alluded to his alter-ego, you had known for a few months now and had slowly been coming to terms with the fact that your boyfriend was a superhero. It was a road that had not been easily traveled by any means. No, his disbelief came from now being certain that you had taken on extra articles.  

You didn’t often seek solitude, but when you did it was by diving into your work... he had learned that particular quirk relatively quickly and almost painfully. But not tonight – tonight you and he had plans and he wasn’t about to let you break them.

He reached over your shoulder and hit a couple buttons on your keyboard to send your computer into hibernation. You stared in shock at his gall, “Clark!”

He was already grabbing your coat, “Dinner, let’s go.”

Your gaze swiveled from the computer to him, your headache becoming full-blown as your expression creased into annoyance, “I told you, I have work. I’m sorry if that ruins your plans, but we’ll just -”

“You didn’t have lunch.” He cut you off and crossed his arms with a mild glare of his own, “You’ve been mainlining coffee like there’s about to be a tariff placed on it. I wouldn’t be surprised to find that all you ate today was a bagel from Guillermo’s. And I know for a fact that no one has a deadline that needs to be met today or tomorrow. Dinner. Now. Don’t think I won’t drag you out of here.”

You glare at each other in a silent standoff. It wasn’t until he stepped toward you that you gave in with a heavy scowl, “What are you? My mother?”  

“A concerned boyfriend.” He retorted as he held out your coat.

You accepted it grudgingly and grabbed your purse before stepping out of the office. Clark followed behind you, not wanting to give you a chance to close the door on him. You had done it before.  

He watched you from the corner of his cerulean eyes. Your annoyance didn’t last long, but a deep weariness seemed to fall over you as the two of you left the Planet. He slid a warm comforting hand across the small of your back to grip lightly at your hip. Relief flowing through him as you leaned into his side. You weren’t too annoyed with him, then.

You made it down an entire block before you realized you didn’t know where you were heading. Both of your apartments were in the other direction and any decent restaurant required calling for a cab to get to...

You blinked in confusion, “Clark...where?”

He smiled wondering when you would ask. Glancing around discreetly, he pulled you into an alley and firmly against his body. Your brow rose, a questioned poised on the tip of your tongue that turned into a startled scream as you suddenly found yourself in the air.

Your arms wrapped around his neck like a lock as you buried your face into his shoulder. Muffled curses and small whimpers spilled from your throat as the two of you flew. Even when he slowed, now safely away from prying eyes and telescopes, you refused to look up.  

“You can relax. I won’t drop you.” He murmured into your ear, feeling mildly guilty for scaring you. He could feel you trembling and knew it wasn’t from the cold air.

A muffled curse was his only response as you gripped tighter. You did not like this.

Luckily, you were soon on the ground again, though it took you a few minutes to remember how to unlock your frozen limbs. Your heart pounded in your chest as you swallowed against a noxious turn of your stomach. You couldn’t stop shaking...

Clark rubbed soothingly at your arms as you tried to find some semblance of control over your body. Your eyes slowly opened into a dark glare, your hand already moving to smack him in the chest. It was infuriating to know that it wouldn’t hurt him, “Don’t ever do that again, you jackass.”  

His eyes widen in a way that reminded you of a scolded puppy, but you refused to bend and stumbled back a step. You turned intending to see where exactly he had dropped you and figure out how to get home but froze at the sight you found.

Twinkle lights shimmered in the burgeoning night sky as they danced about the branches of an old willow tree. A small wooden table set for two was guarded by the fluttering leaves while being showcased by the light. It was startlingly quaint and romantic all in one.

Martha smiled as she placed a covered dish in the center of the table and waved at the two of you. You were on the farm...  

“Happy Birthday,” Clark murmured behind you.

Your mouth moved silently before you turned confused eyes on him, “...How?”

“I saw the card in your trash can. Called Maria... then I called mom.” Clark explained casually as if he were talking about the weather.

Stunned all you could do was blink, even as Martha came up to greet the two of you.  

She wrapped you in a quick hug, “Happy Birthday, dear.”

Then turned to place a kiss to her son’s cheek before shooing you towards the table, “Go, eat before it gets cold. I need to finish your cake.”

Cake. The word jolted you back to reality, “Oh Martha - you didn’t need to go through all this trouble.”

“Nonsense.” She called back, already halfway back to the house.  

Distracted, Clark slipped his hand into yours and gently tugged you towards the table. Smells of garlic and tomato and cheese wafted toward you and your mouth began to water. Sheer wonder filled you as Clark pulled your chair out for you and then moved to uncover the dish Martha had left. Steam rose into the air as he revealed a freshly baked lasagna. Salad and garlic bread next to it.

Your throat constricted as you took in the care that had gone into this... A home cook meal shouldn’t bring you to tears, but you felt the sting at the corners of your eyes.  

“Y/N?” Clark called quietly. Worried that he may have overstepped his bounds with this surprise.

Your heart felt too big for your chest as you met his gaze. It was with tremulous movements that you left your seat to place a grateful kiss to his lips, “Thank you...I didn’t...You didn’t need...”

You couldn’t find the words to express just how overwhelmed you were feeling as you fell back to your seat, but not letting go of his hand.

Clark watched you with a soft smile, “I think it's my right to spoil my girlfriend on her birthday, though it would help if I had known sooner.”  

A stray tear spilled down your cheek as you shook your head, knowing that you would have to explain your distaste for this day...but you also didn’t want to dwell on those thoughts, “I didn’t expect you to...Clark -”

He squeezed your hand as if he already knew, “Tell me later, I have more spoiling to do.”

You huffed a laugh and shyly smiled, “You know Clark Kent, you really know how to make a girl fall.”

He grinned widely, “And to think you hate flying.”

“You’re still not fully forgiven for that... but I think I’ll get over it.” You murmured, joy burning your veins as his expression turned relieved.

He pressed a kiss to your joined hands.

It was the first birthday you could say that you truly enjoyed. Over a plate of hot lasagna in the late summer night as crickets chirped and frogs sang and with a man... a man who looked at you like you were the only thing that mattered. That was the only present you ever needed.

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[ohwoopsiescafe]

The Pockys and Movies Scenario

You were in the sweets section of your local supermarket trying to decide which Pocky flavour to buy. You have dreamt with this day for a long time. Let’s say you always liked the idea of a cozy movie marathon date and your boyfriend had invited you to his house tonight to do so. It was perfect! If only you could decide which box to buy. Should you get the strawberry ones because the baby pink colour was cute? Or the matcha ones because you’ve never tried them but you love the drink? Or maybe the classic chocolate ones? Ugh, why is it so difficult?!

“Fuck it,” you thought and threw all three in the shopping cart, “that’ll do.” Satisfied with your decision, you approached the cashier and payed for your little treats. It was going to be awesome! You offered to bring the snacks while Jungkook was in charge of preparing your mini “at home cinema” in the living room.

You took the plastic bag with the Pockys inside and walked to the lovely meeting place. The day was perfect for a movies session. It was cloudy and a bit chilly. Small raindrops had started to fall so you rushed to get to the house while you were still dry. You rang the bell and Jungkook came out to open the door for you. You both were excited to see each other. You couldn’t meet all week long because of your working schedules but now you were together again. Once you were inside, he pulled you in for a tight hug and kissed your cheek.

—I missed you, y/n—he said against your neck.

—I missed you too, Kookie— you smiled warmly and examined his face for a moment. You could see in his eyes that he was telling the truth. They looked warm and welcoming, full of love.

—What did you bring, honey?— he inquired while pointing at the white plastic bag you had on your right hand.

—Oh, nothing much, just some Pockys.

—Some? T/n, you bought three big ass boxes—he started laughing—. Let me guess, you couldn’t decide which flavour to bring so you got all of them? Why are you always this indecisive?—the mocking continued.

—Yah! Leave me alone, it’s because of my zodiac sign, okay?

—Yeah, yeah, whatever, don’t excuse yourself in astrology, babe.

—It’s true tho! Haven’t you read about my sign? I always check yours and mine. It’s time you become a little more considerate, mister “I-mock-my-girlfriend-for-some-dumb-Pockys”—you pouted and frowned cutely making Jungkook’s heart melt—. Hey don’t laugh! This is serious, can’t you see?

—Sorry, sorry, you just look too cute when you’re mad.

—I thought that was you. I wish you could see your face when you’re angry. You are such a fluffball, I swear to god.

—Hey, drop it. I was supposed to be the one blabbering about how cute you were.

—I’m not cute!— you crossed your arms against your chest.

—Neither am I! And besides, how am I supposed to not think you’re cute when you look like that? I want to kiss you all day long.

—Well, I’m not gonna let you until you apologise for laughing about my Pockys. Mhmp!

—No way am I going to apologise for that! It’s ridiculous. If there were more flavours you would surely buy all the store.

—So what? Either way, you always end up eating our snacks! Don’t complain about me bringing more.

—Okay, that’s true, but still, you should practise your decision-making, honey.

—Ugh, whatever—you rolled your eyes playfully and laughed. You knew Jungkook always wanted to win and, although you were a pretty competitive person, you let him do it every time because you loved seeing that satisfaction smirk in his face—. Anyways, what movie are we gonna watch?

—Iron Man!

—Jungkook, we’ve seen that movie a hundred times.

—So what? Either way, you always end up sleeping in the middle of the movie.

—Touché—you point with your finger, nodded and laughed—. ‘Kay, so you have Iron Man and I have my Pockys, are we good?

—Of course we are! Now, come, I prepared a pillow fort for us on the living room—he took you by your hand and lead you all the way to the fort.

It was perfect. He had arranged the sofas in a way resembling the letter “L” so that he could put a bed sheet on top and make a little improvised tent. He also put a lot of blankets and pillows on top of an inflatable mattress, and the best part: some fairy lights to complement the cozy atmosphere. It was beautiful and it felt like home. He felt like home.

—Now, y/n, close your eyes, I have one more surprise— you did as instructed. He grabbed your hand and placed a cup of hot chocolate in them—. Okay, open.

The sight was beautiful. A pillow fort, some dim lights, movies, hot chocolate with marshmallows inside, your lovely boyfriend and some Pockys. It was perfect.

—y/n, are you alright? Do you not like it?—he lowered his head like a small puppy and you couldn’t do more than smile warmly, hug him and say:

—Of course I like it, babe, it’s perfect, more than perfect, I was just taking in all of what you did.

—So you do like it?

—You ask that one more time and I’ll punch you. It is obvious that I like it. I love it. You did so much for me, thank you.

—So… are you gonna kiss me now?

—Jungkook!!—you laughed so hard you almost spill your beverage—. How can you break the mood that way?—you said chuckling—besides, you haven’t apologised for making fun of me and my indecision.

—Oh, come on.

—Shh, shut it and let’s watch the movie, maybe I’ll reconsider it.

—Fine—Jungkook agreed and took your hand to help you place yourself in the fort. He’ll have to think of another way to make you kiss him.

The movie was good so far. Even though you’ve watched it so many times, it was still kinda interesting. Jungkook was behind you, hugging you. He had found a way to get what he wanted: he’ll suggest to play the Pocky game, you wouldn’t be able to resist it, he was sure. He grabbed the remote controller and put the movie on pause.

—Mhm? What happened? Are you okay, Jungkook?

—Y/n, do you want to play something?

—Do you mean play as in board or video games or…?—you should really stop spending that much time with Jimin, his dirty mind is rubbing onto you.

—No, no, I don’t mean it like that—he laughed and you felt his chest going up and down. You sat in front of him so you could see him better.

—Should I be disappointed or relieved?

—What?—you could see the redness starting to creep Jungkook’s neck.

—I’m kidding—you giggled—Anyhow, what do you have in mind?

—You brought Pockys, right? Why don’t we use them?— he winked at you and of course you were fast to catch what we was saying.

—Hold on—do you mean “use them” as in play the Pocky game? Oh my god, are you serious?

—Babe, you’ve tried to convince me about playing it for months, don’t tell me you didn’t buy them hoping we would do it.—Shit, he knows you too well. Damn it.

—No, I didn’t—you said, lying miserably.

—Oh, okay, let’s not play then—Jungkook said while putting the Pockys back inside the bag.

—Wait!—you grabbed his arm—Let’s play.

—Are you going to be able to choose a flavour or should we do it three times?—you blushed at his flirty comment.

—N-no, I’ll choose—you grabbed the box that you were more curious about trying and got a little stick out. Jungkook grabbed your hand making you place the treat between his lips.

—You’ll have to be the one who bites, princess—he instructed and you felt you hands trembling.

You were too nervous and your face was hot. You could only drink the image before you with your eyes. You loved every detail about it. Your handsome boyfriend in front of you with a hoodie, ruffled hair, closed eyes and a Pocky ready to be bitten in his lips. This was your moment. You gathered all the courage you could and started approaching him. At first you were hesitant but started to become more confident about halfway there. You reached his lips and gave him a little kiss. When you were about to break away, he grabbed your waist and continued to kiss you softly and slowly. Your breath hitched and you put a hand on his chest. He made the kiss a little deeper and bit your lip. You were in heaven. You could feel his warmth and his eyelashes tickling your cheek. Unhurriedly he started to break the kiss and caressed you cheek.

—Y/n…

—Mhm?

—I won.

—Huh? What do you mean?

—I thought you weren’t going to kiss me until I apologised—he chuckled lovingly and warmly.

—Jungkook!! I swear to god I’m gonna punch you! You’re the worst!

—You love me still.

—I do. And I hate to do it.— He hugged you and kissed you again.

—I love you too, y/n. Never forget that.

[19mrs-barnes17]

Redamancy

Summary: Bucky Barnes to the rescue, much to your surprise.

Part: 1/1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: stood up

Word count: 1,902

A/N: enjoy another match of dialogue prompts and character pairings given to @cantnkrusshedevil​ to match up. This is 3 of 9.

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Dread begins to fill your gut as time slowly ticks by, tick by tick. The only thing keeping you there was denial and guilt, so desperately clinging to the benefit of the doubt. Your date was kind, intelligent, and fairly handsome. He had bumped into you at a cafe and thrown the line that he owed you a cup of coffee. It had been ages since someone had flirted with you, so you played along and let him buy you a new drink. He was funny and charming, completely sweeping you off your feet. 

Tonight was the night he had asked to see you again. This was the diner he had asked you to meet him in because it was close to his home and his favorite, a place he wanted to show to you. And the time? Well, it was 40 minutes past the time he had given to you, and 20 past the time that you had sent him a text asking if he was still going to make it. You were growing impatient.

The waitress had a sympathetic look as she placed a slice of pie in front of your coffee cup, whispering that it was on the house with a wink. Somehow the gesture made it all the worse, reminding you of the most likely truth. 

You take a bite and slide your phone from your jacket pocket.

This is bogus.

What is?

It's been 40 minutes and he’s a no show

You serious?

They gave me a free slice of pity pie

Ouch. I’ve got you, rescue is on the way.

You’re the best Nat

Duh.

Feeling a little better you slid your phone to the side and began working your way through the pie slice. Pity or not, it was delicious.

In the next ten minutes you sat scrolling through your phone and sipping coffee, doing your best to try and salvage the night. At least Nat would arrive soon and turn this into a girls night. She had done this a few times now, always able to turn the night around and make you forget. If not for her superpower you would have lost a lot of time to Netflix and your fridge. 

Your gaze snapped up when the bell chimed and the eyes you met surprised you greatly, their crystal clear color setting you at ease. He made his way to your booth with a sympathetic smile and you threw a sugar packet at his face. Perplexed, Bucky cocked his head and furrowed his brow with an incredulous smile tugging at his lips.

“If I get another sympathy smile or look of pity, I swear.” He shook his head and muttered an apology, before flagging down the waitress. “What are you doing?”

“You haven’t eaten right?” 

“Only a slice of pie, glad your date finally showed.” The waitress gave Bucky a look before turning to you for your order.

“Oh, he’s not my date.”

The waitress smiled apologetically, scribbling down the order as Bucky began to read it. 

"What are you doing here?"

"Nat sent me to be your date like she usually does." You arched a brow and shook your head. 

"We make it a girl's night, not a date you goof." He face palmed.

"She set us up." You laughed, shaking your head again. 

"Me and you? No way, if she wanted that she would have shoved us at one another a long time ago." Hell, she would have done it freshman year of college when you two met him. 

"Wait. Think about it, she was the one who introduced us. I had met her that morning." Your eyes widened as your mind began to run through all the scenarios in which the three of you always seemed to end with just you and Bucky. 

"She's the one who invited you to that camping trip, knowing full well I was the only single." 

"And whenever we drove anywhere she always had me drive-"

"And wanted me to sit up front!" Both of you looked like crazy conspiracy theorists the way you were pointing at one another bug eyed. "She must have hit her breaking point."

"What makes you say that?" You poke at at his face with a scrutinizing look on your face.

"I know there's a brain in there, it got me through Calculus." He grabs your hands as smile tugs at his lips, you feel a strange flutter from the combination.

"I mean it, what makes you think she's had one." Your hands are still in his grip and your brain is on the fritz. "Y/N?"

"I-uh, it's just a bit on the nose isn't it? She tells you it's a date and all she texts me is that my rescue is on the way?" The food arrives and it's in that moment Bucky realizes he still has your hands in his. "Its a blatant set up, she's usually more subtle."

"Well she was going out with a guy tonight, so maybe she had no choice but to go big or go home." 

"What a sneak, we'll have to retaliate." Bucky froze as he held up a fry, a mischievous smile stretching across his face. 

"Send her a text."

"Saying?"

"Here let me." Bucky maneuvers himself to your side of the booth and pulls up Nat's contact. 

Are you sure you sent the right diner?

Yes, why?

She's not here Nat

What do you mean? 

The place is empty, I asked the waitress if they saw her and they said she left not long before I got here

Don't fuck with me Barnes, is she seriously not there?

Nat the place is a ghost town

Your phone begins to ring but Bucky snags it and answers.

"Well this isn't a good sign." Bucky holds a finger over his lips, smirking at you while Nat's voice slips into a panic. "Oh there's no need to go to the police."

"What the hell do you mean? She's out there alone and without her phone!" Bucky sighs before handing the phone over to you.

"Perhaps you shouldn't have set her up right after she was stood up. " 

"Oh that's it, you're both dead when you bring her home." She hangs up and immediately the two of you are giggling like idiot's.

"Well, what should we do before death row?" Bucky wiggles his eyebrows which only prompt more laughter.

"Well if we're supposed be on a date… take me to your favorite place. This was his." You gesture to the diner vaguely before slumping back in your seat.

Wordlessly he slips some bills onto the table, taking your hand in his before leading you out the door. You silently allow him to drag you around before stopping at a pier.

"I can't take you to my favorite place because it's in Brooklyn and closed at this hour. But I can show you this place." 

He sat on the edge of the pier and you followed suit, watching as the sun finished setting. A golden light fell over the two of you, basking your skin in a glowing tone. Bucky's eyes fluttered shut as he took in the light, the curves of his jaw and the chestnut hues in his beard highlighted by the rays of sun. He looked ethereal.

He peeked out of one eye, glancing to the side where you sat watching him rather than the sunset. He smiled softly before closing his eye and tilting his head back. His hand rested atop of yours, a smile tugging at your lips as an idea popped into your head.

He was in the water so fast he had not time to react, other than a surprise grunt as he tumbled forward. You were quick to stand so he couldn't reach you to pull you in. Bucky held onto the dock with one arm, the other reaching out toward you.

"Not even gonna help me up? The water's freezing." You shake your head smiling down at him.

"Ouch doll, really hurting my feelings." He pulls himself from the water but you're already running. He's faster. 

It's seconds before he catches up, arms wrapping around your midsection and you squeal at the cold touch. Bucky picks you up bridal style and runs to the end of the pier before jumping as he tossed you.  You scream in delight before coming in contact with the icy water. 

"I guess that's what I get for having the habit of leaving phones on shore." Bucky shakes his head, his hair whipping water as it moves. You squeal as it hits you in the face, giggling as you send a wave that hits him. 

"Guess so. But you were right, this is cold as hell." Bucky pulls himself out and kneels down extending his arms to wrap around you. He yanks you from the water and falls onto his back, head smacking into the wood with a groan. 

"Are you okay?" You turn his head, parting his hair to check for injury. "Just a bump."

When he rolls his head over you notice the proximity between you, eyes stuck on his bright blue irises. Both leaning in at the same time, lips meeting halfway before moving together. Your hands cupped his cheeks while his hands held your dripping hair out of the way. 

"Guess Nat was onto something." Bucky smirks up at you.

"God she's never gonna let this go." You mumble against his lips, an excited spark igniting in your chest as you kissed him. 

It was beginning to get very dark out, Bucky growing tired of waiting to air dry and starting to walk you to the street. He pauses before glancing down at you and smiling softly.

“To make this an official date, I’ll walk you home.” You knit your brow and gave him an odd look.

“Was that not originally part of the plan? Because if so… rude.” He playfully shoved your shoulder before reaching for your hand and leading you home. “I guess I won’t be needing another rescue anytime soon.”

“I’ll try not to be offended if you do.” You smack his chest, leaning into his side while he wraps an arm around your shoulders and your head rests against him. 

“Wait a minute. Does this mean I finally get to ride on your motorcycle?” Bucky stops for a moment to look down at you with the most perplexed expression.

“You could have done that before…”

“What?!” You tilt your head back to look him in the eye. “James Buchanan Barnes, does this 

mean that I am the only one who hasn’t been on it?”

“Frankly, I’m not comfortable answering that question with us standing on a bridge. But, yes.” You gasp and detach from him, hand over your heart. “Why didn’t you just ask?”

“Nat told me you only let your girlfriends ride with you!” Bucky chuckles, leaning against the rail with his hands in his pockets. “You owe me a ride.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Something about the way he said that, his tone and demeanor, just sent a shiver down your spine. One that had your knees turn weak and your heart drumming.

Walking up to him you grabbed a hold of his jacket, pressing your body up against his with a wicked smile as your lips found his and your tongue slid inside. 

This was going to work out just fine...

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[shawnpetermuffins]

Decode

Based very loosely off the song decode by paramore.

A/n: I wrote this in 25 minutes. Sorry if it's trash.

Summary: you're supposed to be dating Shawn, so why does everyone think he's dating someone else?

Word count: 1.2k

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And we're in yet another fight. Over her of course. At this point, I don't even know what's real and what's not. Which isn't what I should be feeling with him. We've been dating for just under two years, privately mostly, but his fans know about me. I just made it clear to Shawn when we started dating that I didn't want to be everywhere. There are things that he puts up with on his own because this is what he chose to do, but it's not what I chose. He respects that. But now he's parading around a girl that's not me because management thinks it'll be good for him to be seen out more.

What really sucks about this though, is that no one thought to ask me how I felt about it? No one thought to ask me how I felt about my boyfriend being seen holding hands and hugging, and fucking making out with someone else in public? Someone who has never even tried to get to know me in our long term relationship, but claims to be my boyfriend's best friend. Someone who has lied in interviews when asked about mine and Shawn's relationship. Saying things like "oh, we're so close! Almost as close and me and Shawn! I love her so much! They make the perfect couple." If she really thought that, she would have come to me herself and asked if I would be okay with her literally groping my boyfriend and sticking her tongue down his throat in the most crowded coffee shop imaginable. But she didn't. And neither did he. Which is why we're where we are now, screaming at each other for not understanding the other's side.

"Are you seriously picking her again? You don't see at all where I'm coming from? You're taking her side?!"

"Why the hell are there sides?"

"You tell me!" I fling my arms dramatically. This really wasn't the time to do this, he's finished his concert and just now thought to tell me that he wouldn't be spending his one day off with me, but instead would be flying out to LA to see her. "You tell me why I'm suddenly not being treated like your girlfriend anymore?"

"Oh, come on! You're being ridiculous!"

"Am I?" I scoff, "I can see how that's easy for you to blame me for this. But I won't take it. I won't, Shawn. I didn't fucking sign up for this. The entire goddamn world thinks you're dating someone else and not a single one of them cares about the fact that we haven't broken up! That we've never led on to a breakup! All they care about is Shawn Mendes playing fucking tonsil hockey with his so called best friend!"

"Y/n, you know it's to help sales."

"It was! Now I'm not so sure. How did we get here, Shawn? Because I'm looking at you right now and I don't even know you. I don't know the person standing in front of me, and frankly, I don't want to. And I think I know now what it is."

"You think you know what?"

"This change. You're not man enough to tell me yourself, but clearly you don't have to. Those pictures, staged or not, show enough. I see it in your eyes. You want her, and maybe it's just the idea of her. Maybe it's the fact that you can go out in public and be seen with her and she's fine with that because she wants to be photographed. She wants everyone to see her. She wants the world to know her and her relationship status and she wants to be relevant to people. You love that. You love that you can share that with someone. But you know that's not what I want and that I've never wanted that."

"Y/n, that's not true. We're just trying to sell the song. I'm with you aren't I? I'm dating you. Have been for a while now, in case you've forgotten."

"I haven't!" I point to myself. "But you apparently have. Because this whole fake relationship is probably the worst thing you've done in your life. You're lying to everyone. Including me. Including your family. And fuck, you're even lying to yourself. Because you may think that you're still with me, but you're not. You know why?"

"No," he runs his hands through his still sweaty hair, "but I'm sure you're gonna tell me."

"You're not with me, because the time we could be spending together, loving each other, you've chosen to spend on a flight to LA to be seen in yet another goddamn coffee shop, near a window with optimal view of you holding holding her hand, and her stroking your chest, and resting her legs in your lap, and you kissing her on the lips. Do you even realize that you've done what you said you never would? You cheated!! You cheated and you don't even see it, you don't even care!"

"I DIDN'T CHEAT ON YOU! It's fake!" His voice echoes through the room and I know that anyone loitering in the halls of the arena could hear him. "How dare you accuse me of that!"

Now it's my turn to get loud, "YOU KISSED HER, SHAWN!" I take in a harsh breath, "You kissed her not once, but twice! That's not cheating? What is it then?!"

He sighs, "Lower your voice. Everyone can hear us," he says lowly.

"That's what you care about? That people can hear? Fucking let them then! Because they can see, too. And I know they've all seen that you and I aren't the same anymore."

"I'm still me, y/n-"

"No you're not!" I cry. "You're not the same Shawn I fell in love with. And I can't keep lying for you. I can't keep making excuses. You've made such a fool out of me, out of us. Out of your fans. Do you see that? Do you see that you've completely shattered any trust I could ever have in you again?"

"But, I didn't mean to. That's not what I was trying to do. Y/n, I love you. You know that."

"I thought I did. But I don't feel it anymore. You don't show it anymore. Because you're so consumed… in her." I let out a deep breath. "I'm going home. I can't do this anymore."

"No, baby. Don't leave." He reaches for me, but I quickly pull back.

"Why shouldn't I? You're doing it! You're doing it to be with someone else. I'm doing this for me. Because whatever has possessed you to be so invested in the publicity of this, it's killing our relationship. No, no. It's killed our relationship."

"What?" And he reaches for me again, this time taking hold of my clammy hands. "No, we can fix this. I know we can. Let me fix it. This whole PR thing will be over in a couple months and then we can talk this all out and we'll be okay."

I let out a bitter laugh, "I wish that could be true. But there's no fixing what you've broken. I'm done, Shawn. I don't want to be with someone who is always going to put his career and reputation - or now lack thereof - before me. So you go to LA and you get photographed with her, and you promote your song, and you forget that we ever happened. Because as far as I'm concerned, it wasn't real anyway." I take my hands roughly out of his and turn to the locked door. Practically his entire team is standing there, eyes wide. I push past them with a tight lipped smile, but I stop halfway down the hall when I hear Shawn's voice.

"You're seriously just gonna walk away from this? You expect me to just forget about us?"

I face him, still so angry and say, "Why don't you call Camila? I'm sure she can help you through this breakup just like you helped her. Have a nice time in LA, Shawn. I hope this works out for you. I hope you're happy." And I leave again without another word to anyone.

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Hello! I've previously read some of your imagines and they are really good. I was wondering if I could make a request though? I was thinking something like 'the reader finds out that they're pregnant by Ben Hardy, and then they break up but she doesn't tell Ben about it. Then 6 months later (when you have your pregnant stomach) Ben runs into you but thinks that you're someone else and you fall back in love. ' Hope that's okay? Thanks! :)

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Warnings: ANGST, language, mentions of unprotected sex, pregnancy and a LOT of FLUFF in the end

Characters: Y/N & Ben Hardy

Word count: 2.6K words a little longer than usual for a request, my hand slipped oops

Written by: @deakyswhitequeen

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Staring at the white and blue bathroom tiles of your bathroom’s floor, you forced yourself to remember how to breathe.

Closing your eyes, you inhaled, held your breath, and exhaled. Repeatedly.

How the fuck did this happen?

  Stay calm. Breathe. Clear your mind.

When the fuck did this happen?

  Breathe. Everything’s gonna be okay. Stay calm.

Fuck, what am I gonna do now?

  Clear your mind.

Do I tell him?

  Stop it. Breathe.

Shit, how should I call him? Or text him? Should I show up at his place? Should I tell him to come at mine? Will he want to see me? Do I want to see him again? Should I wait a while? Should I tell him right away?

“STOP!” you yelled out.

You didn’t mean to scream it out. Those voices inside your head were becoming louder and louder and were talking over each other and constantly fighting. You felt like your head was gonna explode.

Your eyes shut open and focused again on the intricate motives on the white tiles of your bathroom.

Looking around you, you found the stick on the floor two feet away from you.

Three lines. No way you could mistake it. You were pregnant.

In all your life, of all the times you’d imagined that moment, you’d never imagined something like that.

You thought it would have been a joyful moment, with a little bit of fear and worry for the huge step you’d gonna be taking, but mainly happiness. With the person you’d be spending your life with.

Instead, you found yourself sitting on the floor of your bathroom, alone.

You felt hopeless, abandoned and utterly, completely alone.

Rubbing your eyes with your hands, you forced yourself to find the strength of standing up and looking at your reflection in the mirror.

Now all the late evening sicknesses, the aversion to tuna and salmon which you normally loved and the sense of uneasiness every time you got up in the morning had a reason to be. What a fool you felt now for not having understood earlier.

You stared at your own reflection, turning halfway to your left, looking for some signs of a bigger belly but everything looked normal to you. It must have been like a month or two max.

Caressing your lower belly, you sighed. The next thing in your mind besides coming to terms with it  was realising you now would have had to tell him.

The thought of him brought you back to the night when six weeks ago the two of you had put the word ’end’ to your relationship. That night had only been the climax of a lot of things piling up over those months of being together, like fights about him always being away, fights about you working late in the evenings and endless fights about way too many rescheduled dates and missed calls.

You remembered the look on his face when you both realised that that was it for the two of you. You remembered him cupping your face and kissing you heavily and passionately and then him rolling you over on his couch and just exploring every inch of your body as if to try and impress it all in his mind. You remembered not wanting that moment to end and savouring every inch of his skin, inhaling his cologne and absorbing the image of his beautiful green eyes into yours.

You also remembered crying your eyes out later that same night. After making love for what seemed like an eternity and a fraction of a second at the same time, he’d fallen asleep next to you and you’d felt tears pricking behind your eyes. You’d cried silently and lulled yourself to sleep that way, knowing you’d never stop loving him.

The timer beeping in the kitchen told you it was midnight and brought you back from your flashback.

You couldn’t tell him about the pregnancy.

You knew that the second your eyes would have met his, you’d become puddle at his feet. You were too much in love with him to have the strength of telling him you were expecting his baby and then see him walk away again from you.

Getting over him was one of the hardest things you’d ever done and you were not sure you would have bared to do it another time.

You opened the sink and let cold water wash over your face. When you looked back up at yourself in the mirror, you were sure you’d taken the right decision.

Months passed and your determination and will power made it possible that the baby grew strong and healthy in your belly, which was getting bigger and bigger by the day, according to your friends and family. They had repeatedly asked you who the father was, but the only person who you’d actually told the truth to was your gynecologist.

She was the only one who knew the father of your baby was actually Ben freaking Hardy.

Every time someone close to you asked you who the father was, you just said it was this guy who you’d seen for a few months and then broke up with because of his work. Which in fact was not entirely untrue… you just happened to omit the fact that the guy was a world-famous celebrity.

You resolved way early in the pregnancy that sharing the father’s identity would only have compromised his work – the media would have followed him everywhere – and your privacy.

It was only easier this way.

As you walked through your last six months in your mind, a little smile popped up on your lips and you mentally applauded yourself for handling it so well.

You were only a few gynecologist-appointments away to the due date and not a single call or text from Ben. Over the months, as you taught yourself to forget about him, you figured he had forgotten about you.

That Monday you had left home later than usual for your OBGYN appointment. Your heels clicked on the asphalt of the sidewalk as you walked quickly from your car to the clinic. You checked in for the examination and were told you had a two-hour wait ahead of you.

Hearing your stomach grumble for something to eat – which you had not had in the hurry of leaving home as soon as possible – you decided to employ those two hours in getting breakfast at the Starbucks across the street.

Just like you’d expect, there were dozens of people in line for coffee. You patiently got in line and took out your phone to look through your messages and pass the time.

Two messages from mom, a missed call from your friend Debbie and an Instagram direct from your group of friends. The usual.

Scrolling through your feed you noticed recurring photos of Ben recently taken by paparazzi. Ben in a sweatshirt jogging in the park, Ben in his grey beanie walking Frankie, Ben in the pink suit at Wembley with Gwilym.

His face seemed to be everywhere those days. And it was becoming harder to ignore the fact that you hadn’t told him about the baby.

You sighed frustrated and put your phone away in your purse, accidentally elbowing the person behind you in line.

As you turned to apologize, you looked up and froze on your spot.

You’d looked at one of his pictures on the phone like three seconds ago and there he was.

“Sorry…” you mumbled and quickly turned around. You had only been able to catch a glimpse of the reassuring smile he had given you.

He was wearing air pods so he probably hadn’t even heard you. You hoped he hadn’t noticed how red you’d become on your cheeks and how awkward you were moving now that you knew he was behind you.

He was even more handsome than you remembered, with his stupid black leather jacket you used to borrow all the time and the black sunglasses in his hair. It was hard not to think how much you’d missed him.

“What’s your name sweetheart?” the woman behind the cashier asked you.

You shot a fleeting glimpse behind you and answered: “Y/N”.

As she wrote down your name on the cup, you felt something moving behind you and you soon heard his voice

“Y/N, is that you?” Ben asked from behind you.

Crap. Your cover had been compromised.

You slowly turned to him and waved a little “Hi”

You saw him smile widely, then taking in your whole figure and painting his face with genuine surprise.

“Wow, it’s been so long…” he attempted, rubbing his neck awkwardly “ehm… congratulations…!”

You smiled back and thanked him, as you walked away from the cashier and found a place at a table nearby.

“So how have you been?” you asked him with a polite smile, while the butterflies stormed in your stomach.

He told you about his recent projects and the future ones and you nodded along like you would with a long lost friend with whom you don’t have the same intimacy anymore.

He stopped for a second and smiled.

“You look radiant” He just commented and you felt your cheeks flushing.

“Oh stop it, Ben”

“No, I mean it…” he continued “You look happy”

He smiled again then added “I don’t know who he is… but I can see he makes you happy”

You felt like laughing and crying at the same time. Maybe it’s the hormones.

You shook your head “It’s not a he…” you giggled lightly at the confusion on his face.

“Oh, I’m sorry I-”

“It’s a she…” you interrupted him “but she’s very young, she doesn’t have a name yet…”

As you said so, you saw his eyes focusing on your hand placed on your prominent belly.

He looked back at you and chuckled “Well, in this case, I’m very happy for you. A girl… like you always wanted…”

You didn’t know if it was your imagination or something, but those words sounded so sad and sincere to your ears.

You gave him a small smile before looking away from his eyes.

“Is it inappropriate for me to ask who the father is?” he attempted.

You looked back at him and slowly shook your head.

“It is not inappropriate. It’s a legitimate question and you have no idea how many times people have asked me…”

He smiled “And what do you tell them?”

That sneaky bastard knows me too well.

“’You don’t know him… we’ve dated for a while but we’re not together anymore’”

“And what do you tell me?”

He knows it’s not the entire truth, I cannot believe him.

You found yourself torn between the decision to keep him in outside the whole thing and the urge to tell him everything.

“Exactly what I say to everyone that asks… I’m not seeing the guy anymore” you answered and Ben nodded slowly.

“Do I know him?” he asked, trying to sound casual.

You smiled a little “I’m not sure…”

He shifted in his seat and leaned in towards you so he could whisper, “Then tell me his name, I might remember him…”

His green eyes were staring into yours and you felt at home after a long time of wandering around. If you’d been prone to sarcasm a few minutes ago, now there was no trace of it. You could read in his eyes he was trying to remain still while thinking you had been with somebody else.

“Can I ask you something?” you suddenly said, trusting your instinct.

He nodded vividly “Sure, Y/N, anything…”

“Have you ever thought about us since… you know… we broke up?”

He bit his lip, like he would always do when he had something hard or important to say, and gently took your hands into his.

“You have always been in my mind…” he admitted in a low voice looking down at your hands “Whether I was asleep or awake, you were always there… and I’ll never forgive myself for letting you slip away from me”

“You didn’t let me…” you stopped him “I slipped away cause we both decided it was best for us. I decided that–”

“Yeah, but I didn’t stop you. I thought our decision would have made my life easier… I didn’t imagine how wrong could I be…”

You didn’t expect such an open-hearted confession.

“Do you really feel this way?” you asked cautiously.

He looked right back at you “Of course I do, Y/N, I-”

“Then answer this,” you interrupted him again “if we could go back to that moment and change what happened, would you want to?”

You were staring into each other’s eyes and it felt like the world around you had stopped. As you waited for an answer, you felt his thumb rubbing circles on your hand.

“No, I wouldn’t” he then said and you felt the small ray of hope dying out inside of you.

“Oh-”

“I wouldn’t change what happened because it made me understand what life feels without you and now I know I’m ready to make things work”

Your lips parted in shock. It was exactly what you’d always dreaded to hear from him. What was happening felt surreal and before you knew it you caught him inching closer and softly kissing your lips.

It was like coming home after a long time and the gentleness of the kiss made your heart soar.

You pulled away and looked down at your hands still intertwined to his, a small giggle falling off your lips.

“I missed this” you admitted looking back up.

He smiled openly “I missed you” he kissed your lips again, before pulling away, “so… do we get a second chance?”

You chuckled “Would you believe me if I said I’d been waiting for you to ask me this for the last six months?”

Ben chuckled as well, leaning in and resting his forehead against yours “I’m sorry it took so long”

“It’s okay,” you smiled “we made it, didn’t we?”

He smiled as well, “Yeah, we did”, he stopped for a second, then added: “Would the father be okay with this?”

Your lips curved in a big smile, “I bet he would. He’s a very cool guy, you know?” an idea popped into your head and you picked up your phone, “in fact, I’m gonna tell him right now…”

Ben’s eyes widened a little “You’re gonna text him now? Y/N, that’s not neces-”

A faint bing caught his attention and interrupted him mid-sentence.

He excused himself and stuck out his phone. You laughed a little, partially because you realized he hadn’t changed the phone cover you’d given him for his birthday, and partially because of his priceless expression once he’d read the text you’d sent him.

He looked up at you, his pink lips parted in surprise and his green eyes watery and glowing with renewed light.

“Are you joking?” he asked with a nervous chuckle.

You vividly shook your head “It’s you, Ben.”

He huffed and let out a light chuckle, nervously passing a hand through his blond curls.

“I-I can’t believe this…” he sniffled and only then you realized he was actually on the verge of crying.

You reached out to take his hand and held it tight into yours, smiling nicely and gently rubbing it with your fingers.

“This is our second chance”

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divorce | myg | 03

summary: in which you have to go through a painful process of your own family shattering

pairing: yoongi x reader

genre: angst

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Seeing all the food you prepared for dinner wasn't making you hungry at all. You called the kids from upstairs and sat down, pouring water into your glass.

"I am so hungry!!" Junsun exclaimed as he sat down and started eating. You smiled and stared at the two while they ate their food.

You thought about Yoongi's new affair. This young girl who had a disrespectful and cruel mouth. You sighed, looking at the wall in front of you where multiple pictures hanged on. You tried to figure out what she was implying on when she said that she already planned all of this.

"Mommy?" Ahran interrupted your thoughts. You turned to her and smiled, waiting for her to start talking.

"Why didn't daddy come to eat today?" She asked. Your smile faded and you put your glass on the table, trying to think of a good answer. "We two haven't seen daddy in a week now ..." her voice sounded hurt and she looked down. You turned to Junsun who was nodding.

"I miss Daddy ..." Junsun mumbled, biting his lip.

You took a deep breath and watched your children being sad about the fact that their father didn't spend time with them in a week. After the incident from today, you didn't want to talk to him but you put your pride away for your kids.

"No... he wanted to be with you. He is probably totally late due to much work ..." you lied and saw their faces getting cheerless until you finally gave in. "I will call him, okay?" You hesitantly pulled out your phone and dialed his number, waiting for his answer. He didn't pick up and you could tell why. Nonetheless, you acted as if someone was on the phone.

"Hello?" You started, seeing your children eyes lighten up. They watched with enthusiasm. "You're still working? Um, Junsun and Ahran are waiting for you ... tomorrow? Alright." You pout fakely and ended the fake call.

"And?" Junsun asked you.

"He said, um, he will pick you up from school and bring you to the amusement park tomorrow and after that, he will watch a movie with you." You lied, literally hating yourself for doing so. They jumped over joy and hugged you.

"Daddy will be home, finally!" Junsun sang which made you chuckle but feel guilty, immediately.

"Alright, guys! Time to brush your teeth and go to bed! You have to get up early, right?" You clapped in your hands while you stood up. You caressed their hair as they ran upstairs. Now you had to tell Yoongi to pick them up tomorrow. You decided to text him because in that way he will see it for sure. Hopefully, he won't cancel it due to his full schedule. At least he could cancel it for his children.

You cleaned the kitchen and went upstairs to check on your kids. First, you went into Junsun's room. His blanket was halfway on the floor and you smiled to yourself. Like father like son. You pulled the blanket over his shoulders and kissed his forehead before leaving his room to check on Ahran who was also asleep. You still went up to her and kissed her before going into your room. You changed into your pajama and lied down on the huge bed. Before you drifted off you checked your phone if there was any reply by Yoongi which wasn't the case even though it said 'read'. Putting your phone on your nightstand you turned to the other side of your bed. Your hands were under your cheek, trying to warm up. You hoped for his ignorance to be a sign that he had time and would pick them up.

You moved so much and tried to fall asleep. Something was bothering you today. The fact that you knew the real feelings of Yoongi towards you and your marriage or the fact that you shared a conversation with his new girl. It didn't matter that she planned all of this. Right now, all you could tell her was 'congratulations' because Yoongi was already head over heels for her.

If she tries a slight move on your kids you would forget about humanity.

Aghh why do I even worry about her words!? She is young and immature. What can she do other than taking all of the materialistic things from you?

You tried stopping all of your thoughts which were bothering you right now. Closing your eyes tightly you drifted off to sleep. _ "Mom, dad will pick us up today right?" Ahran asked for clarification. You nodded, looking at the road where the bus would come any minute soon. You always waited with your children until their bus came to make sure their way to school is safe. When the bus arrived you kissed them.

"Behave, alright!" you said as they nodded and jumped into the bus. You waved them their goodbyes and wanted to go home when you heard a familiar voice stopping you.

"Mis Y/F/N" you turned around, being greeted by your landlord. He smiled at you.

"Oh, Ahjussi ... how are you?" You smiled and he nodded slightly.

"I am fine thank you ... " you knew that he wanted to tell you something. "We already know us for so long and I know that you didn't pay the bill for the electricity and water on purpose. You probably forgot ... I just wanted to remind you since I saw you here" he said, your smile dropping down.

"Oh yes ... you're right. I, I forgot" you lied and looked around, being a little embarrassed about this situation. "I.. uh, we will pay the rent as soon as possible" you bowed down before leaving him to hop into your house. Yoongi must have stopped paying for the needs of the house. You also weren't able to use your own credit cards since he stopped the bank transferring money on it. You sighed and went to the kitchen to look up if there is something you need to buy since you wanted to go grocery shopping. Once you opened the fridge you were greeted by an empty one. There were some vegetables and fruits in the fridge but that's all. You closed the fridge, grabbing your purse in which you had a bit of money in it. Enough for going grocery shopping.

You knew that you couldn't sit home anymore. It was time to stand up for yourself and your children. You had to find a job to make a living. Even though Yoongi has to pay spousal support for their children after your divorce you promised yourself to never touch their money.

While going shopping you decided to look for a good job. You knew it was hard since you didn't work for more than 10 years now. They would prefer younger employees but still, you didn't wanna throw away a chance. Also, you decided to tell Yoongi to pay the bills this month, the last time. At least for his children.

Putting on your jacket you left your house and went into the city to go grocery shopping. With all of the grocery bags, you looked up the showcases if there is someone looking for a new employee. Sadly you couldn't find even one. That's why you decided to go home and look for a job on the internet. Nowadays everything is possible because of new technology. Also, it was already late and your children must be about to return with Yoongi.

You put the bags on the counter of your kitchen and grabbed your phone to look at the time. It was already 6 pm and you wondered why they still haven't returned. Just as you wanted to call Yoongi you changed your mind. Maybe they're doing something fun and enjoyable right now, it would be a pity if you would destroy their moment. Just as you wanted to place the groceries your phone rang. You picked up the unknown caller ID.

"Hello?" You mumbled.

"Is this Mis Y/F/N?" The female voice asked from the other line.

"Yes ... how can I help you?"

"Unbelievable! How can you let your kids stay in school for so long? Did you forget to pick them up!? They're already waiting for their parents to pick them up, for more than 4 hours-" you furrowed your eyebrows and tried to catch everything the angry woman spatted out.

"Wait, wait! I don't understand what you say. Didn't their father pick them up?" You asked in disbelief.

"Are you deaf Ma'am? No one came ... that's why they're sitting here" She said rudely.

Your eyes widened "I, I will come as fast as I can" you ended the phone call, feeling the atmosphere getting tense. Why the hell didn't Yoongi pick them up!? Furiously, you grabbed your phone and dialed his number. He didn't pick up and you called him again. Over and over again until he picked up.

"WHAT!?" He yelled from the other line.

"WHY DIDN'T YOU PICK OUR CHILDREN UP?!" you yelled back, feeling him getting astonished.

"What are you talking about? You never told me to pick them up!" he remarked, making you feel more irritated and mad.

"You're gonna pick me up right now and we will drive to our children's school to get them home!" You said, not pausing once.

"What are you talking about??" He asked, sounding confused.

"Our kids are in that goddamnit school and now you will drive me there to pick them up. RIGHT NOW" you wanted to save your energy for hissing at him until you saw him face to face. You ended the phone call and grabbed your jacket which you put on and waited outside for him to arrive. You accepted that he was rude to you, that he ignored you but you will never accept him ignoring his children. Not like that. His car parked in front of you hopped in, closing the door furiously.

"Hey! Calm down!" He said and looked at you "What are my children doing in school at this hour?" He asked.

"I guess I should ask you Mr. Min because you didn't pick them up!" You sighed, going through your hair.

"What do you mean? Why should I pick them up?" He asked, getting frustrated and confused about the whole situation right now.

"Because I texted you to pick them up. Yesterday! Because they missed their father and wanted to spend time with him when their father clearly doesn't care anymore-" he cut you off, furrowing his eyebrows.

"I didn't receive any text message from you!" He exclaimed, pulling out his phone to show you his recent messages which were empty.

"No way" you pulled out your phone and showed him the texts you sent him. His eyes widened as he saw the date.

"That's not possible... I mean-" you cut him off, knowing who could've possibly deleted the messages. "Just go already!" He pressed the gas pedal angrily.

The whole ride was silent until you arrived at your destination. You jumped out of the car and ran into the school, followed by Yoongi running behind you. Once you opened the principal's room you were met by your disappointed children.

"Mom!" Junsun's face light up when you kneeled down to hug the two.

"I am so sorry!" You said looking at the principal who sat on their desk. The woman stood up.

Yoongi kneeled down as well and pulled them into a deep hug. "I am so sorry! Appa will make it better" he said, sounding desperate and hurt.

You stood up and looked at the principal.

"Next time I can't make sure to find them and let them wait in school safely. You should look for your children..." she said, guiding you outside. She wasn't pleased with the idea of waiting for someone's parents to arrive and you noticed how annoyed she was right now. You thanked her before she left and were left alone with Yoongi. You turned to him and saw him making up to the two since they were sad about the fact that the couldn't spend time with their father.

"Tomorrow is our day!" He promised them and you saw them smiling which made your distress fade away even for a little bit. Once he made eye contact with you his smile faded and he helped the children into the car.

"Listen ... I didn't see the text" he said and you nodded.

"I believe you, Yoongi" you said honestly. "I guess I know who deleted them, though-" he cut you off not wanting to argue.

"Can you stop talking about here right now? The topic is about me and my kids ..." he mumbled. He knew that his new affair was possibly the reason for him not receiving a text but he was too ashamed to admit it.

"Yeah ... I mean it was a demon who deleted them, trying to avoid you spending time with your children" you whispered, knowing that he heard all of that. He rolled his eyes and went to his car. How can he be so stubborn? You hopped into the car and drove home with Yoongi. On your way home you saw Junsun and Ahran falling asleep from the inside mirror.

Yoongi parked in front of your house and turned around. A huge smile made its way to his lips as he saw his children sleeping. You watched him admiring his children. It was wrong to think that he doesn't care for his children. In the end, he is still their father who loves them as much as you love them, right? Just because he wants to divorce doesn't mean that he doesn't love his children anymore. Just because his love for you faded doesn't mean it faded for his children as well. You were silly enough to judge his responsibility and passion for his children just because you hated him for divorcing you.

"Will you take Junsun? I will take my princess ..." he smiled as he hopped out of the car to lift Ahran in bridal style. You took Junsun on your back in piggyback style because he wasn't heavy at all. You unlocked your door and switched on the lights so you two could see where you were going. The only sound which was heard was your footsteps and the stairs cracking quietly. You brought Junsun into his room and changed his clothes so he could sleep comfortably. Kissing his cheek gently, you left the room and went into Ahrans to be met by a confused Yoongi trying to change her clothes. You let out a quiet chuckle while opening the drawer to pull out her pajamas. You kneeled down next to Yoongi.

"Did you already forgot where her clothes are?" you grinned slightly. He bit his lip and watched you changing Ahrans clothes. She opened her eyes while you lied her down on her bed. "Mom?" she mumbled half asleep. "Where is dad?" she slowly drifted off. Yoongi squeezed her hand tightly and kissed her forehead.

"I'm always here, princess!" Yoongi had always a soft spot for Ahran in his heart. It was his first child, the first time he got called "Dad". When you found out about your pregnancy, Yoongi always came home with pink baby clothes. Even though you still didn't find out its gender. He was always saying that he had a flair for telling a non-born gender. Little did you know that he desperately wanted to have a daughter and his wish became reality.

As soon as Ahran fell asleep you went downstairs. He had to leave again...

"Would, would you like to have a drink before you leave? Tea? Coffee?" you asked him. He shook his head and looked around the room, biting his lip.

"I will take the kids out tomorrow, so don't worry..." he said and you missed those calm conversations with him. You nodded, not being able to talk right now because at any moment soon your tears would start falling again.

"I, I should get going ..." his breath was coming in gasps.

"Yeah ... you're right ..." you stared into his eyes, wanting to hold him back. Telling him to not leave and to stay with you. The silence filled the room and you wanted to ask him. Anything. Since when he forgot, since when he replaced you and why he stood silent. You wanted to tell him about the precious days where you called each other "mine". What happened to us. To our love. When and why did it stop blooming like your first day? As long as you could listen to his voice you would find anything satisfying.

You watched him leaving slowly as if he waited for you to say something. Why was he so oblivious to this whole situation. Your gaze went to the floor when he opened the door. He didn't look back and left the house. The loud sound of the door closing snapped you out from your trance.

You went to the front door and put your hand on the cold wooden door. Slowly, sliding down on your knees as you started crying in pain.

Why was it so hard to let go of him?

[lachlantrash]

“I’m not going to bed...”

You're pregnant. Again. You don't really know how to deal with the idea of welcoming another child into your home when you and your husband have just begun to be intimate with each other again. You've just started being able to sleep without the memory of him kissing another woman haunting your dreams every other night. And now, you're pregnant.

How will you handle nine months-well, seven now, you suppose- of wondering if Lachlan is just finding a prettier girl to bang while you're getting heavier with his child?

You haven't told him. You haven't told anybody except for the doctor who helped you welcome your little boy Sawyer into the world, and it was really hard for you to explain why you were crying when she congratulated you. You could see her put some sort of realization together in her mind at the absence of your husband at the appointment, and you just rushed out saying, "we're-we're still married, the baby's his." to try and make your current situation seem less pathetic than it is.

She walked you through all your options of course, as any doctor does, though you both had a feeling you were going to keep the baby. You wouldn't be able to get rid of a child you brought into this world with Lachlan.

You feel so stupid because you knew the risks of having sex, even with birth control you knew there was a chance that you could get pregnant. With where you and Lachlan are in repairing your relationship, you don't know how to bring something like this up to him. A month ago you began falling asleep in his arms again. A little over a month before that you came home from having a few drinks with your friends and you came home just a tad past tipsy, and you and Lachlan had sex.

You woke up to Lachlan crying the next morning. He was crying in bed about how he shouldn't have done anything with you the night before, how he took advantage of you when you weren't thinking straight and he can't believe he let his urges take over.

You would honestly be unable to hold back the laugh that passes through your lips. "You thought I was drunk? I was at the most tipsy, Lachlan. I wanted to have sex with you, too." You would comfort him, grabbing his hand to hold in his lap.

"So I didn't coerce you into sleeping with me last night?" He'd ask, biting his lip as you nod.

"No, you didn't. I'm sorry it happened. I just... Missed that part of our relationship a lot more than I thought I did." You'd sigh, resting your head against his arm because you feel ashamed. You don't regret sleeping with him, you're just upset that this is what your marriage has come to. Your husband crying over thinking you didn't want to have sex with him.

"I missed it too, but (Y/N), I'm not expecting that. I want to continue working on our emotional stuff, and if we get physical while we're at it, I won't complain. I'm not gonna try anything though, I want you to let me know if you want to... Y'know, repeat last night." He would mumble in your hair, just happy you're letting him hold you to him again-even if it's just in the moment.

Since that night out with friends, you and Lachlan have been having a lot of sex. You really do think it's helped mend your heart faster than some of the emotional things, if you're being honest. Just the realization of Lachlan still wanting you, still needing you physically it's own sense of comfort. And now, you're pregnant.

You drive home from the clinic, and head off to Sawyer's room to spend time with your son. The three year old has you flipping through his Pokemon trading cards, asking you to tell him the names of the ones he doesn't remember before you ask him to help you go make dinner.

"What's cookin' in here, my kitchen staff?" Lachlan asks with a smile as he walks into the house, following the scent of food to find you and his son cooking together. He picks up Sawyer and presses a kiss to his cheek, laughing when the toddler wipes it off his face with a huff.

"We've got a chicken in the oven, and I'm preparing veggies with Sawyer's help right now." You tell Lachlan with a halfway there smile as he presses a kiss on top of your head.

"Sounds and smells delicious. I'm going to go change into comfy clothes and I'll come help my two favorite people." He promises, jogging to the stairs to change out of his jeans and long sleeve.

"I'm a big boy, we don't need any more help!" Sawyer yells up the staircase, causing you to laugh as  you continue cooking.

"I love you, Sawyer." You sigh, putting the veggies in the steamer before walking over to him, pressing a kiss on top of his head.

"I love you, mumma. Wanna go watch power rangers?" He asks, pressing a rushed kiss to your cheek before you stand back to full height.

"Of course, but how about we watch on my phone so we don't forget about our yummy dinner?" You offer, glad he agrees when he runs off to grab your phone.

"So, what's on our schedule for this weekend?" Lachlan asks once he's back in the kitchen, a pair of sweats and a t-shirt on now.

"We might visit your mom Saturday, Sawyer's been asking to go there. I'm gonna call her tomorrow and see if that works." You answer, staring at the vegetables as you speak.

"That's perfect. You know she isn't going to say no, especially when she loves our little man so much." He chuckles, walking closer to try and hug you, but you pull away to check the temperature of the chicken before he can.

"So uh, I was thinking we could go on a proper date this weekend? My mom would probably watch him Saturday and-"

"I don't know, Lachlan. We'll see." You cut him off, a pit forming in your stomach.

"Okay." He sighs, a hopeful smile still on his face.

"Will you get Sawyer ready at the table? I'm going to plate everything up and I'll meet you two there." You ask, turning the steamer off and walking to the cabinet where you keep plates.

"Sure thing. C'mon little man, let's go sit at the dinner table and Mumma will bring us dinner in a minute." Lachlan says to Sawyer, offering a hand out for him to take as they walk into the dining room.

~~~~After Dinner~~~~

"He's out, I'll take him in his room and meet you in bed in five?" Lachlan asks you. After dinner you and Sawyer started watching a Pokemon movie, Lachlan joining you guys once he finished doing the dishes.

"Sounds like a plan, thanks." You smile, letting him carry the sleeping toddler up the stairs before you head up. You follow your nightly routine in the master bathroom, adding in an extra step of taking some vitamins your doctor suggested for you. You're in bed before Lachlan, hands on your stomach though you know there's no way you'll feel any signs of the new baby in there yet.

"I'll be in bed in a second, need anything while I'm up?" Lachlan asks, stepping into the bedroom and shutting the door behind him.

"I know I haven't done this in awhile, but... Do you mind if I look through your phone?" You sigh, moving your hands off your stomach as you sit up.

"No, go ahead. But uh, are you okay? It seemed like we were moved past that, I'm not mad or anything obviously, just curious." He answers, handing over his phone with furrowed eyebrows.

"I'm fine, I'm just... In my head is all." You bite your lip nervously, wishing you didn't feel the need to immediately open his DM's on instagram.

"Wanna talk about it, babe?" He asks you, sitting next to you on the bed as you scan his phone. He rubs his hand along your back, watching your face as you continue your search.

"I don't think I want to talk about it yet. You can go get ready for bed, I'll be okay." You try and smile at him, though you're not sure how convincing you sound.

"Okay, I'll be just a minute." He presses a kiss to your lips, walking into the bathroom afterwards. You briefly check his Twitter DM's, not finding anything that makes your heart race being sent by Lachlan. You don't even bother with his texts, knowing he hardly texts anyone. You lock his phone with a sigh, putting it on his charger for him. You sit on the edge of your bed, foot tapping the floor as you think about everything going on.

"Hey, what's got you all worked up tonight?" Lachlan asks, sitting down behind you as he begins to try and rub some tension out of your arms.

"Nothing. I'm fine." You sigh, shooting him a smile that neither of you believe.

"If something's in your head about me, please let me know. I'll tell you whatever you want to know, and if someone's giving you a hard time, I'll straighten them out and get them to leave you alone. If... If you just need to talk about it, about how you're feeling right now, just let me know, babe." He murmurs comfortingly, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck.

"Thanks, Lachlan." You whisper, mind racing about the fact that his hands are on you and his baby is in you and there's some girl who came around who made him cheat on you and the whole world knows it. The whole world is going to be ashamed that you chose to stay and are choosing to keep this baby, but you already love the new life in you, you can't even think into any other option besides keeping it.

After a few minutes of Lachlan rubbing your shoulders and occasionally pressing a kiss somewhere to your skin, he asks, "Are you ready for bed, love?"

"Yeah. I just need some sleep, I bet." You smile at him, grateful that he's trying to make you feel better without even knowing what's going on in your head. You get under the covers, laying on your pillow which makes Lachlan hesitate as he climbs into bed.

"You don't want to cuddle tonight, (Y/N)?" He questions, crawling in next to you before he shuts off his light.

"No, I don't think I'll be able to stay in bed much anyways. I'm pretty awake still." You half lie, not wanting to tell him the reason why you're awake. How do you break to him that you're pregnant again?

"Okay... I love you." He finds your hand under the blanket, squeezing it with his words.

"I love you too." You say just above a whisper, biting back emotions from storming past your lips.

You try to fall asleep. You honestly do, but nothing feels right and your brain can't stop reminding you that you have to do something, you need to talk to Lachlan and you need to start planning how you're going to bring another baby into the world, how you're going to have to purchase all sorts of maternity clothing again, thinking about how the hell he's going to tell his viewers that you two are expecting again. Should you delete your social media to avoid seeing anything people will have to say? Surely people are going to call you a bad mother for bringing a child into this situation, people already dm you about how unfair you staying with Lachlan is for Sawyer.

So you slip out of bed, and make your way downstairs without a second thought. You put your keurig on, deciding if you're unable to sleep, you might as well make it more bearable for yourself. Once your mug is full of black coffee, you sit at your kitchen island as you go through photos you have in your camera roll of your family. You can't help but to drift off into thinking about what your new baby is going to look like, can't help but wonder if it'll be a little girl you can dress up and take cheesy photos with or if you'll have another little boy with his father's adorable face.

Then your mind drifts to what it's going to be like dealing with everyone. Even your own mother will be skeptical of this decision. She's been rocky with Lachlan ever since she found out he cheated on you, and was of course upset that she had found out only when he did the livestream weeks ago to get everyone to stop bringing it up on social media. How will she feel once she finds out you're pregnant again? With a man who cheated on you while you were not just a couple, but married. What will happen when you're round and eight months pregnant and not looking your finest, you surely won't be feeling like Lachlan's looking at you the same as he is now. Who will his attention be on then? You sigh into the lip of your cup, trying to shake the terrors from your mind.

"Something's up, you never drink hot coffee, especially not black." You jump at the intruder of your thoughts, sighing in relief when it's just Lachlan standing behind you.

"You pull all-nighters sometimes, this isn't a big deal. Just go back to bed, Lachlan." You try, not looking back at him as you get off your chair, moving your empty mug under the keurig to get a refill.

"Not until you come with me. Something's bothering you, and it's worrying me. Are... Are we okay?" He questions, sitting in the chair next to yours at the island.

"I don't know, Lachlan. Please just, go to bed and we can talk another time. I really don't think that I can do this right now." You bite your lip, knowing his persistence won't let this end this way.

"Just come back to bed with me, I think we both just need to talk everything out and-"

"I'm not going to bed just so I can spend hours staring at the ceiling. I'm not going to be able to sleep tonight." You cut him off, putting the mug down on the counter with a sigh.

"Please, just please tell me what's going on in that head of yours. I just want to fix this. Was there something on my phone? Did some rumor come out? I just- I want to know what I did wrong again." He admits, fear in his eyes that things will go back to what they were like right after he cheated on you. Things were getting better, you two were getting better than you ever were before, and now somethings making you revert back to how you were in the beginning after he cheated on you and he's scared.

"I'm pregnant. I went to my doctor today, and I'm pregnant." You say expressionless, watching his face lift before a frown takes over his features.

"You're not... You're not happy about that, are you?" He realizes, trying to read the way you're feeling.

"I don't think this would ever be the ideal time to have another kid, Lachlan. Can you blame me for that?" You scoff, leaning against your kitchen counter, facing Lachlan who is still seated at the island.

"You're not... No, I can't blame you for that but... You're not gonna get rid of the baby, are you? You didn't, like, schedule that?" A newfound worry lingers in his voice. He's afraid you want to abort the baby, and he's horrified you'll never want to have another child with him. He loves Sawyer to death, just like he loves you, but he's always envisioned coming home to a house full of kids.

"I'm not. I can't. It's our baby, I can't just... I can't do that." You shake your head, tears brimming in your eyes. "I just can't handle this right now. We were just starting to do okay again, Lachlan. We were starting to be happy again. And now everything's going to crash." You cry, looking at the floor to avoid looking at him.

"Hey, what makes you think everything's going to fall apart now? C'mere, babe." He calmly says, patting his lap to indicate that you should sit there. You slowly make your way over,  making a spot for yourself in his lap with your head in the crook of his neck, breathing in the remnants of his body wash that brings a sense of comfort to you.

"Everyone is going to have an opinion on this. Your fans, my friends, our families." Your breath hitches. "Everyone is going to have something to say and I don't want that. I want to be happy about being pregnant again. I want to be happy about having another baby. But I'm horrified. What if... What if when I get too big to even tie my own shoes you find me unattractive, and go to someone else to give you satisfaction?" You whisper, insecurities bubbling up as you give Lachlan a fraction of what you're feeling.

"I'm never going to do that. I'm never going to go looking elsewhere for what I've got right here, okay? You're allowed to be happy about this, y'know. You don't need to worry about what everyone else is gonna think, what matters is us and our little man whose fast asleep right now. Without everything else going on in the world, how do you feel about being pregnant?" He asks, hands holding you on his lap by your hips.

"I... I'm so happy." You bite back a smile, remembering all the first experiences you got with Sawyer and just imagining another babbling baby added to your family. "But-"

"No buts. If you're happy, you're happy. You don't have to justify yourself to me." He promises, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "People online really don't matter to me, if our family is okay, I don't care what the internet has going on. As for our friends and family, well, we know how some of them will take this straight away. Some of our friends, the ones who actually care about us, are going to be happy." He says in between kisses pressed to the top of your head.

"I don't think that they don't care. Lachlan, we haven't exactly been the best couple recently. I know we've rekindled and it really feels like everything's falling in place, but I see their concerns from the outside." You pull away from him so you can look into his eyes. "I'm thinking about how I'd feel if it was one of my friend's in this situation. How I would look at their relationship and probably be skeptical on bringing another child into the mix..." You trail off.

"I'm not saying the people who are skeptical don't care. Maybe they do, and we'll just have to prove to them that you and I are working everything out. You and I are far down the road to recovery, I'd like to think. Our families are gonna be rough. I know your mom isn't my biggest fan right now, rightfully, but you know deep down she'll support any decision you make. My mom is going to be nervous about it. You know how she is, always worrying about me and such. But we'll make this all work out, (Y/N). You don't need this added stress on what anyone else will think. If you want to be happy, then be happy. You've earned that, if anything." He promises.

"How do you feel about it?" You ask, slowly leaving his embrace to put your mind to something simpler, washing out your mug.

"About you being pregnant?" He says moreso to himself than you. "I'm... Ecstatic, really. We've always talked about having more kids and, though the timing might not be the best, I'm happy for us. How far along are you, anyways? It can't be too far, considering..." He stops himself, not wanting to remind you about the period of time you two didn't even sleep in the same bed.

"About three weeks is her estimate, so not too far." You subconsciously put your hands on your stomach.

"We have plenty of time to continue working on us, to make everything right. Plenty of time for you to see how I'm not going to cheat on you, I'm the man I should be for you. We can tell people as slowly as you feel like it, no need to rush this. Let's just be happy, and please, go back to bed so tomorrow our little man isn't stuck with grouchy parents." Lachlan asks, a smile on his face once you turn to face him.

"You really think this will all be okay, right?" You speak as you walk over to him, grabbing his hand to make him stand.

"I promise that I do. Everything winds up okay for us in the end." He responds, making you roll your eyes at the cheesiness of his words.

"Okay, I'll go lie down with you. I don't think I can sleep though... All that coffee." You sigh, somewhat regretting your decision to sneak out of bed for coffee. You could've cleared your mind with sleepytime tea just as well, if you're honest.

"That's all I'm askin' for." He presses a kiss to your lips, leading you upstairs with excitement building in both of you as you both drift into thought about another child in your home in months to come. Life isn't exactly easy, but with Lachlan, you can truthfully say to yourself that you think all the drama and attention is worth it.

[peaches-of-1]

Training: Golden Dicks Award (part 1)

Couldn’t finish POTO on time, so have lewds instead!

So yeah, I did write this in January. Anyways, please enjoy this story which includes hypnotized sex, orgys, sex with “strangers”, chastity, girl on girl, Mommy kink, femdom, biting, basically all the kinks. ^_^ if you need anything specifically tagged let me know.

ALSO: Try to guess who is who!

“You want me to be what?” You stopped with the cup halfway to your lips.

Tae repeated what Jin had said only seconds ago, “Hypnotized during sex.”

Your eyes bore into his, “Why the fuck?”

The seven of you were were eating dinner while Jimin crashed after an extra long rehearsal. Pizza and cold chicken noodles. Beer cans and sodas poured respectively. Jin had asked a not so hypothetical question about you having sex while hypnotized and if you’d be into it or not.

Namjoon explained, “It’s this thing, you see. At award shows and especially since it’s award season, there are a lot of sexually pent up idols. Backstage at those shows, there is a person or two the idols can have sex with to release said frustration.”

“Mm-hmm” You said to encourage him to keep going.

“Those people are often the ‘pets’ of a specific idol or idol group. Since blindfolds are too easy to take off and some pets have qualms about having sex with an idol in a relationship, they’re hypnotized to make sure they can’t remember who they had sex with.”

Hobi spoke up, “The pet had to consent to being hypnotised, of course, as well as having so many partners.”

You nodded, “So you volunteered me?”

“I was talking to Kihyun.” Yoongi spoke. “And he told me they got a new girl to play with. Then he asked about mine...ours...you. He said he wanted to play with you because of how much I brag about you, but there’s never been a moment for our schedules to line up for the chance.”

Min Yoongi bragging about something other than his music was a big deal. Of course they’d want to experience something he bragged about. Your cheeks got warm. Even after spending so long with them, they still mad you feel special.

“His other members overheard and agreed about wanting to have playtime, and then they talked to EXO about it so we said we would see if you’re into it. Award shows are literally the only time we have the chance to do this thing so easily.” He had a hard time looking into your eyes. Still as shy as ever.

Jungkook added, “If you don’t want to, it’s completely ok. There’s a whole monitoring system set up to make sure no one goes too far. Rules and safewords to keep you safe...if you say yes, that is.”

Taehyung nodded, “We’d never put you into danger on purpose.”

You bit your lip, “I’ll do it. Sounds interesting, and I’ll try anything once.”

They thanked you and gave you the consent forms to read over before signing. Yoongi helped explain the technical parts to you while the others got ready for bed. The boys probably wouldn’t sleep but go over lines and schedules and dance moves until they couldn’t keep their eyes open.

You signed all the forms before doing your nighttime skin care and cuddling him to bed.

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The next day was outfit planning. BTS were choosing suits and harnesses while you picked out lingerie and makeup. It had to be waterproof and sweat proof. Since it was the Golden Disc Awards, you decided for that to be your theme. Golden lingerie to be torn off by hungry partners. A shiver went up your spine at the thought.

Hypnotism. Reading the forms, you’d have to show up early to get it done and to make sure it worked. The hypnosis would make you more agreeable and make sure you couldn’t recall who you’d fuck. They were celebs after all. Some were married or dating. Although you really didn’t wanna have sex with someone in a relationship, you wouldn’t know or care while in a trance or even after to be honest.

You were called in to the living room by the boys when they got home. They showed the outfit you’d be wearing. A golden collar with the BTS logo etched to it and embedded with diamonds! A long and large butt plug made of soft gold to train your asshole.

“You’ll need it in case anyone is bigger than Daddy.” Namjoon explained to your shocked expression.

You squirmed at the thought. Cuffs for your wrists and ankles in case someone needed to tie of lock you to something. There were shimmering temporary tattoos that would go around your body, around your breasts. Jungkook had you try on the collar to make sure it fit. You moved your hair out of the way as he clasped it. The collar went beautifully with the sheer white nightgown you currently wore.

The boys bit their lips in agreement. They all looked like wolves and you wanted them to eat you up. Jimin tightly gripped Yoongi’s hand.

“One more thing, (Y/N).” Jin said. “We wanna make sure you remember who you belong to while you’re in there, so we have a mission for you.”

It was a golden chastity belt. Your heart rate picked up as you searched their faces, unsure what this meant.

Jimin answered, “You’ve gotta get 7 different loads in your ass before we will take that off.”

“W-what?”

“That’s right, Princess.” Joonie, purred. “Not just seven anywhere, but in your ass. You’ll have a lot of partners, and we don’t want you getting swayed by a good screw.”

You replied, “I could never forget you or want anyone else more than you guys.”

Hoseok said, “It’s happened before. Not to us, but it’s just to make sure…”

“Alright then. More fun for me.”

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You entered the building freshly washed and shaved everywhere you wanted to be. The hypnotist was not to be seen, but you heard her voice. You sat in the empty waiting room and her lullabye began. A quick glance at the clock, 1:30pm.

Next thing you knew, you were out of breath and going through one of the most intense orgasms ever. Your thighs tensed and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Blinking a few times, you saw the ground was soaked and you were deeply settled on a dildo chair. It was now 4pm on the dot.

“Now sleep for 10 minutes. When you wake up, your body will be refreshed. All exhaustion will disappear from your body, all tiredness will vanish, and you will be eager to see your owners again. Ready to feel refreshed?” It was familiar but just distant enough for you to not recognize it.

“Yes.” You replied with no hesitation.

“Good girl. See you later, alligator.”

Your eyes closed tight, “In a while, crocodile.” And you fell asleep.

...

When you woke up, your head was on Jimin’s lap. It felt like forever since you saw him! You quickly got up and placed kisses all over his face and his lips. A chuckle and you noticed the others. Bear hugs and long kisses for everyone. You were so eager that you forgot to ask if it was ok. It’d be hard to hide kiss marks and fix makeup if they were en route.

“You’re gonna make me hard again, (Y/N).” Hobi chuckled.

“Puppy.” Tae giggled.

You tilted your head, “Again?”

“No one could stay soft after hearing you moan like that while playing with all those toys. Ah fuck.” Kookie gave you pleading eyes.

Namjoon pulled you into his lap, “I would have thought you’d be tuckered out after cumming so much.”

“How many? I only remember once...and it was good~” You curled up into his chest.

“Twenty total.” Jungkook said. “Once every 7 minutes.”

Yoongi piped up, “Three were anally.” He grinned. “You’re gonna have so much fun tonight, jagi.”

The car stopped. Everyone got out to get ready. The usual chaos ensued. This time, you only had Jihye to help you get ready. Other than the golden treats, you’d be nude. She helped get you tatted up and secured the long glittering red long sleeved dress on you once things dried. Then hair and makeup and into the care you went with Jihye, a Van Christmas plushie, and a bundle of nerves.

All the boys said good luck and assured you they wouldn’t be jealous. They had your heart and soul. They messaged the group chat, still praising the selfie you sent showing how you looked under the easy to remove dress. Soon the building loomed above you. Then you were blindfolded.

You wouldn’t be able to stand all the stares, so you wouldn’t see them as Jihye led you to the room. It was dazzling.

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She removed your red dress and replaced it with a see through black robe with fuzzies around the sleeves. Then you sat on the bed and eyes the golden rigging and tried to ignore the chastity around your waist. Her voice told you that the cup of water on a nearby nightstand was an aphrodisiac. You took it.

More commands followed, “Remember your owners’ mission. Remember the safe word. I’ll be watching to make sure you stay safe.”

“My mission is to get seven loads in my ass and make sure it stays in until Daddy or Oppa clean it. The safe word is Santa. You’ll be watching to keep me safe.”

“Good girl” The voice praised you. “What percent are you at?”

Opening your legs, you saw a small puddle leaking past your chastity., “80%”

“Get yourself to 90% and then I’ll let the first guest in. Ready?”

“No.” You said. “Tell...tell my owners I love them and then I’ll be ready.” Even with all this security, you were still nervous.

A few seconds later, you heard the voice mumble something. You thought to yourself how you were in a weird in between. Not completely yourself but not a total hypno bimbo either.

“We love you too, (Y/N)!” Seven voices chimed.

You couldn’t help but smile. Your heart was instantly happy at the sound of their voices. Seven boys who you loved and they loved you back.

“Be a good girl for us, alright?” It was Jimin who had been feeling more of a dom this past week.

“I will!” You replied, all doubt gone from your mind.

“Ready?” Her voice returned as clearly as before.

You touched the diamond emblem on your collar, “Yes.”

6:21pm

“See you later, alligator.”

“In a while, crocodile.” And you were out like a light.

You woke up when the door opened. The face was blurry, but your subconscious let you know everything was fine. Horny. You were very horny.

Command #1.

You stood, “Hello, what do you want me to call you?”

“Your King.” He replied. “I am a he. One of the hosts of the show tonight.”

You smiled, “My King, what will you call me?”

A chuckle, “Your pretty is at your service, my King.” You bowed low. “Will you please play with me?” The words were your own, but said with such a desperate voice.

“C’mere.” He said.

Without a second of hesitation, you left the area which you stood and went in front of the sweet smelling man. He held your hand to pull you closer. A finger on your chin made you lift your head. So close and you had no idea who he was.

“So you belong to BTS, huh? You know I worked with [redacted] while we played [redacted] on [redacted].”

“Of course, my King.” You were not allowed to remember who they were or any facts to recall them by other than the names.

He looked to his left, “Seems I’m not allowed to kiss you.” The man sighed and then sat in the chair nearest the bed, unzipping his pants. “It’s fine. I have another use for those lips of yours, my pretty.”

You rubbed your thighs together, “What is it, my King?”

“Clean my sword, my pretty?” His voice was like velvet and his tall frame invited you closer.

Not even realizing it, your knees hit the ground and you took his thick length into your mouth.

“Of course, my King.”

Your makeup mad been set but your gold lipstick would probably rub off a bit on his cock. Your King’s hands soon went to your hair. You kept sucking. His sweet scent mixed with his natural musk. So this is what this singer’s cock looked like.

Even before you became Bangtan’s pet, you had listened to his group’s music for years. Right? Your brain was too hazy to recall the facts right now. Your King said he’d be busy for most of the night, so this was his only chance to try you out tonight. His good spots which made him moan the loudest were easy to find. He struggled not to buck his hips and apologized everytime.

“Sorry, just so good! Your mouth is so hot!” Your King’s grip tightened. “I’m fuck--! Gonna shoot!”’

You needed it in your ass, so you tried to speak. He shoved you right back on.

“Don’t have time...for new...position…” he groaned out. “Ahh~~~~” He came with a broken moan.

His heat coated your tongue with its tang, and you didn’t stop sucking.

“Look at me, my pretty.”

Your eyes met his. He smiled and then collabs back into his seat. Command 10. You swallowed the white thickness and showed him.

“Good girl.” He pat your head and then stood. “I gotta go. Hopefully we can play again.” He zipped up his pants and fixed himself up in the mirror by the door.

“Mmmmm…” You tried to call out his name, but that wasn’t the one he gave you to call him. “My King, I hope so too.”

The door closed behind him. Blinking, you cured yourself for not having secured his load in your ass. You were still dressed completely. You sighed and cleaned up. Commands 20 and 22. Get wipes to clean and pop a mint.

Not even 7 yet. An hour and two other men had come and gone only for a quick succ. The last of this newest mint dissolved when you heard muffled conversation. Then the door opened and two men entered. One with beautiful thick lips and the other looking down at the ground.

“Hyung, are you sure about this?” English. The shy one spoke English.

“You’re the one who begged me to come with you since you didn’t wanna do this alone.” Then he scoffed. “You’re not even looking!” You stood and saw his eyes looking you up and down. “Trust me, this is a sight to see.”

The other refused to look at you. Tight black pants. White dress shirt. Black leather chest harness...you’d probably forget later, so you stopped taking notes. The confident one began to strip and hand his clothes up, leaving his buddy in order to tend to you.

“Hello, what do you want me to call you?”

He thought for a moment, “Call me 여보, and call him 자기 야. We wanna roleplay.”

You smiled, “My dear husband, what if your name for me?”

“You’re my wife of course!” He returned your grin.

“Of course, how silly of me. 자기 야 what about you?”

He looked away when you tried to look at him, “Umm, babygirl?” That name sent more shivers up your spine than usual with that accent of his.

Your husband kissed your cheek, asked what you had done while he was away. You gave when you believed to be the most Thai Korean housewife answer. He noticed your collar and grinned. You were pleasantly surprised when he slid his hand into yours and slowdanced with you a bit. At  least he was a bit of a romantic. You asked about his work which he said was hard.

“Brought a coworker home to join the fun if you don’t mind.” Both of you looked at the nervous platinum blonde in the corner.

You grinned, “I don’t mind one bit.”

“I...I’ll just watch if you don’t mind.”

“He’ll join sooner or later, wifey. Let’s get you undressed.”

You husband took off your robe and had you lie on the bed. He asked what you were wearing. Right. The chastity. Command 32.1a.

“My ass has been feeling rather empty these days, so I thought a few hot cocks would help fill it.”

“How many?” Hubby asked, caressing your arm tattoos.

“Seven.” You replied breathlessly. His gaze was so hungry.

He smirked, “Wow, but of I should’ve known.”

“Seven?” The new kid asked, stunned. “At once?”

Your husband chuckled and replied, “Probably not, ya dingus! She means she has to have seven loads of cum in her ass before she can play with her pussy.”

“Ohhhh…”

Hubby had you turn over and saw the golden plug in you. He took it out and said how nice and clean it was.

“Guess this means she can fit you and [redacted], maybe even at the same time.” He set it on the nightstand. “Hand me the lube and take off your pants. There’s a chair right there.”

The other did as told. Your ass got nice and lubed up allowing your husband to slip inside without trouble. His thrusts began slowly. He asked how much you could take.

“As much as you give me, my husband.”

He chuckled, “Have you cum yet?”

You shook your head. Wow, this guy actually cared. He said proudly that he’d make sure he’d be the first one to get you to orgasm tonight. Then your husband whispered for you not to cum until his friend wanted a turn. Such a nice guy.

“Now be a good wifey.”

His hips sped up as his condom covered tip hit your insides. Felt--really--good. Made you drip on your belt even more. He did his best to keep quiet. From the corner of your eyes, you saw his coworker start to stroke himself.

“Her face is so good, hyung.”

Only cuz it felt so good to finally be penetrated. You wanted to cum because you felt like you were gonna burst, but your husband had told you not to. Not yet. And you were such an obedient wife. With a glance, you could tell the friend had contacts in. Light blue? White? Your husband hit such a good spot inside of you that you gave out a moan and smiled.

The vouyer was so obviously turned on, his cheeks had gone scarlet. You really hoped he’d say something and let you have release, but he stayed quiet. Even his moans had an accent. What was it? It was hart to think with rock hard cock up your ass.

“If you want in, all you gotta do is ask. Umph!!”

“Fuck! 여보!” You cried out at a particularly rough thrust.

“I want...her ass.” The other grunted. “Please, hyung. It looks so good.”

“Finally gonna join, 자기 야?” You panted out.

He nodded and slipped on a condom, but you him to give you everything. “You’re clean, right?” You asked.

“Yeah.”

You grinned and wiggled your hips, “Then raw me, 자기.”

He grabbed your hips and let you slide on slowly. You buried your face in his chest as your body shuddered through your first orgasm of the night. You caught your breath.

“You ok?” Jagiya asked.

“Yeah. More than ok.” You giggled. “I just came.”

As you bounced on your love’s cock, your husband winked at you. Good job. You love was on his back while you rode him. The smug look on his face was so cute especially with his bright red blush showing through his foundation.

The other was shocked, “Already?”

“Mmmhmm. Your dick is so good, 자기 야~”

“You made my wife cum before I could.” Hubby pretended to be annoyed. “Guess I should just watch you two, now.”

The younger asked his hyung to join, to fuck your mouth. He happily agreed and the fourth meaty tip entered and got pampered by your tongue. He praised your technique. You were glad that they had more time to play with you, and didn’t have to jet before filling you up. They’d better fill you up in the right spot.

“God, you look so fucking hot with hyung’s cock making you drool all over yourself.” He flicked your nipple and chuckled as you tightened. “Oh, so your nipples are sensitive, huh?”

He teased your breasts and you moaned on the dick that was now fucking your throat as you bounced, getting excited with every twitch. You felt so fulfilled and safe. You husband’s coworker had warmed up quickly after seeing how it was done. He could do anything with you.

Your nipples were so hard as they were now being sucked and tugged on between his teeth. So that’s how this rapper did his job so well. Wait...rapper? Was he a rapper? Either way, his friend, your husband from a whole different group from the same company was just watching as he didn’t wanna cum yet but your mouth was so good.

“Y-you’re twitching a lot, 자기 야~”

He laughed and let his moans drip from his lips, “Yeah. I am...gonna...gonna cum!”

His hands grabbed your thighs and held you down on his large cock as he came inside. You felt the heat inside, but it wasn’t the only one. Your husband had to come too, so he shoved his dick inside after lifting you off his friend’s. Your breasts landed on his face as more white heat coated your insides. Moans and deep grunts soon turned to heavy breathing as you were plugged up with gold once more.

The younger one held you up while the older got you water. They made sure you were ok, cleaned up for you, and then left. Fifteen minute nap.

It was a long break before the next interesting group arrived in heels and lace. Night ponytails and lipstick. Three girls. Blurry faces. Stronger than before. Must’ve been easily recognizable. All you knew is they weren’t all from the same idol group...⅔.

“She’s so pretty!” One of them said.

You instantly blushed. Compared to her you were pretty? “Hello, what do you want me to call you?”

The most mature aura spoke, “I’m Mistress.”

“Princess.” Said the one with a soft voice.

“Call me Mommy.” A stern but young voice said.

“And you’re our darling.” Mistress replied. “Our darling sub, so don’t even think about muffling your noises, ok”

A shiver, “Yes, Mistress.”

They got undressed and looked at the rules. Said it was a shame they could kiss any of your lips, but you could kiss thiers.

“Now come to Mommy!” She spread her legs and beckoned you to her.

Although you felt a bit shy, you did as told. She tasted so sweet. The others began frolicking and smooching. You couldn’t kiss anyone until one of your owners visited you, but also you were sure they wouldn’t visit until it was time to unlock you. God, their lips looked soft.

“Focus, darling.” Mommy shoved her head back into her crotch.

“Sorry, Mommy.” You said and began to suck on her nub, making her moan.

“It’s...ok, darling.” Her fingers traced the nape of your neck, making you feel giddy.

Lips kissed up both your legs and left dual trails up your back. Your cheeks felt like they were steaming. The boys hadn’t had you play with many girls, so you were super excited to have these playmates.

Mistress spoke, “Princess, you wanna trade places with our golden toy, so I can try her out?”

Mommy’s golden brown high ponytail fell against her shoulder as you looked up to see her smiling at you. She caressed your face as she let out a breathy moan. Soon, you were pulled back and dark brown hair of her fellow member now resided between the dancer’s legs.

“So, what’s this?” Mistress asked as she poked at your butt plug.

“My owners said if I get and keep 7 loads in there, they’ll unlock me.” Why did your voice sound so desperate and far away? Were you really so turned on?

A grin spread across her red lips, “How badly do you want your pussy to be pampered?”

“So badly, Mistress! AH!” You gave a short shriek as she twirled your nipples between her fingers.

You wanted to kiss her...but you couldn’t. Instead, you closed your eyes and let pleasure take over. Such a beautiful strong woman playing with you like this.

“Then we’ll get you closer, subby, don’t you worry.”

You nodded and let out another moan. Mistress licked her lips and tasted Mommy’s essence. Technically, it wasn’t a kiss.

“More, Mistress. Please?” You felt like sobbing because with every tug, lust shot straight to your lower stomach and a nice climax was building up so surely.

“Not yet.” Was her stern reply. “Unless you do a good job of showing me how much you want it…” Mistress sat on the edge of the bed and made you face her.

She made you straddle her leg and told you to cum by humping it. But...you couldn’t...the belt. Her eyes told you it was no use to try to ask for another way, so you started moving. You felt nothing. No stimulation other than your legs grazing her’s. This time you did sob while leaning on her shoulder.

Taking a peek, you saw the soft spoken Princess pleasing her group member who was writhing and panting. She giggled as she saw your desperate state.

“You’re too mean, [redacted]. I thought you only tortured boys like that.”

“True, but I just wanna tease her~ She’s too cute not too~” she kissed your cheek and you whined.

Begged, “Please, Mistress, I need more. Please? I can’t cum like this.”

Princess giggled as she seemed to return to the bed with a basket. Mommy pulled the purple strap on with ridges. You hips worked harder as you saw them start the next level. You wanted that to be you.

“She looks so jeal-OUS! FUCK [redacted] be more gentle!”

“You like it when I do that”

Princess pouted, “Yeah, but still.”

Mommy kissed her on the shoulder and started thrusting as she gathered her bottom’s hair into her hand. You were still losing your mind trying to get some sort of relief.

Your head was shoved in Mistress’s chet, “If you’re going to suck at something, it should at least be useful.”

And so you licked and sucked at her breasts and she threw her head back with a moan.

“That’s more like it!”

Minutes of sweet torture passed. Moaning of three different girls enjoying themselves and none of them were you. At least, not the same way. Your head was pulled back to see a toothy grin and then you were face to face with Princess. You were told to stay. The squirt of a lube bottle filled you with joy. Ironic for some reason.

“Is it--oh, oh yeah~ Is it true you don’t even recognize us?” Princess asked.

Mommy replied, “She knows who we are, but the hypnosis has lots of little programmings in it. Probably even more than when I did this one year.”

“You did this?” Mistress asked.

“It was for a different event, but yeah. Helped me learn Korean faster.”

“Who am I?” The bottom asked.

Her name. You knew it. Wanted to say it’s natural beauty, but “Princess.” was your reply.

She giggled and called you cute once more. Now something was sliding into your ass. Finally! A smooth but thick strap on was thrust into your ass. Mistress was so good and gentle with you until she licked your shoulder. More sporadic. Princess’s pert nipple between your lips while Mistress made you see stars. Called you dirty little praises. Growled in gorgeous.

You’ve never moaned so much before in front of complete strangers! It felt like your body was on fire! Kisses on your neck and nibbles on your ear. You knew she wanted to bit your shoulder by the way she kept licking the same spot.

“I...it’s ok, M-M-Mistress.” You replied between breaths and whimpers. “Mark me. Wreck me.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” A swift reply.

Her teeth sunk into you shoulder and you clawed at the pillows between your thighs. It hurt so good. It was as if one of those sticky hands had been slammed against a wall as your orgasm raced through your veins. You wanted to do werewolf play with the boys again soon. So wet as she slid out of you and pushed her hair back.

“Fuck, Mommy! I’m gonna cum!”

You felt your tired body move. Ass high. Something new was stuck in it.

“Get her to squirt into the funnel. We’ve gotta give our subs the proper rewards.”

The fog from cloud nine was still too thick for you to wonder if this counted. It better. You thought. A high pitched moan. Heavy breathing. A knock. They kissed your cheeks goodbye and had to go before clean up. With weak limbs, you made sure the plug was back in before you knocked out.

When you opened your eyes, you saw long hair. Was it really?

“Glad you’re finally awake. Of course...you’re not actually awake are you?”

You shook your head. Still hypnotized. He chuckled and took off his blazer. Rolled up his sleeves. You were suspended on a rig by your arms.

“Like I said.” He looked at his selection of toys. “Y’Know, when I heard Bangtan’s latest pet was the one volunteered to be fucked this year, I thought ‘No way! Those boys are way too nice to have such a pet. There is no way they’ll hold up’ but I also knew I had to see you for myself. So here I am.”

Command 1. “Hello, what would you--”

“Right.” He interrupted. “Call me...oppa. I don’t hear it much anymore, so it’d be nice. And I’ call you 애인. Ok.”

“Yes, oppa~” You crooned.

He smiled, “Oh, this is gonna be fun.” He grabbed a longer than average flogger.

You were locked to what seemed to be like a clothing rack. Your front and back were exposed and you couldn’t move your arms or legs.”

“What’s the safe word?” Oppa asked as he stalked towards you.

“Santa.” You replied. “Santa is the safeword, Oppa.”

“Good job, 애인.”

Leather stung your back. You had wondered before if he knew how to use such a toy. The answer was yes. The biggest yes ever.

“Don’t hesitate to use your safeword if you don’t think you can handle it. I’ve played for many years. Broken a lot of pets. I wanna do it safely.”

“Ah!” You cried out from another lashing.

He laughed, “Understood, 애인?”

“Yes, oppa.” You giggled. “But if you’re trying to break me, I expect actual effort.”

“What’s that?” Several lashings in a row.

You were reminded of your training week with Yoongi as you swallowed down air.

Such a confident man just pulled out the Brat in you, “You’re going easy on me, Oppa~”

He cracked his knuckles, “Is that so?”

Oppa switched to a riding crop. You were gonna be so red! But nothing you couldn’t handle. Thwap! He used his bare hand to smack your ass. It stung. You wanted him to do it again.

“Harder, Oppa!” You giggled.

He went harder, slapping your ass with everything he had and then some. It wasn’t enough. You wished Jungkook or one of your Daddies were doing it with their rings on. “They’d mark you up real good.

“Oppa?” You pouted. “Do you want me to behave?”

“It’d be nice.” He replied.

You grinned, “It’s be nice if you actually made me.” and you stuck out your tongue.

There was a fire in his eyes now. For a second you were nervous as he scanned you. The intense gaze made you squirm. Oppa approached the freezer. Yep. The room had literally everything.

You couldn’t see what he pulled out until he turned around. Yeah. You were screwed.

“I was gonna play nice and warm these up for you, but since you wanna be all sassy to your Oppa.”

He clipped the cold metal to your nipples slowly and you tried so hard not to move. So fucking cold! You were so bad at temp play, especially cold. And your sensitive tits. Oh god. You became a whimpering and squirming mess within seconds.

“Where’s all that fire gone, 애인.?” He chuckled and got ice to rub all over you.

With every touch, the ice glided on your warm skin gnd made a trail of goosebumps spring up. The fire had been snuffed out by the water from melting cubes of ice. You whined.

“애인.~” He crooned. “Use your words.” His hands tugged at the nipple clamp chain.

The shock make you throw your head back and moan embarrassingly loud. “OPPPAAAA~~”

He had a deviously giddy grin, “Yes, 애인?”

“Please, umf, please. I need….”Suddenly, you were very embarrassed to be so needy and got quiet.

“What do you need, hmmm?”

You bit your lip, “I need...inside me...please oppa. I’m so--AHH!”

Mature hands placed ice cubes right on your nips and rubbed in small circles. The sudden frost dripped lust right into your building orgasm.

“I didn’t hear you~” Oppa chuckled.

“I need something inside of me, Oppa! Please! I can’t stand being so empty~.” colden chains rattled as you tried to shift. “My ass needs you, Oppa~”

Your tone was now sweet and desperate, but you had not been broken. Maybe a little bit of you had bene tames, but it wasn’t what your Oppa wanted. He wanted you crying and begging for more of whatever he gave you. Wanted you desperate for his very existence as so many of the idol world was already.

Oppa rubbed the ice up your neck and down your legs, “Not yet. You’ve yet to apologize for being such a bratty girl. Anything said now would just be cheap, so…” The last bit had melted, “I need to punish you.”

“I understand, Oppa.” Your golden lips formed a pout.

His hands lifted your chin to look into his brown eyes, “Don’t look so sad. If you’re good, the punishments won’t get worse.” Cold air hit your lips as he held an ice cube near. “Open up, 애인.”

You opened your mouth and in the ice cube went. He told you to hold it between your teeth and not to break it or let it drop. Then he grabbed the flogger once more and stood behind you, but not before taking off the rest of his clothes to let dry. He put on your lace robe instead.

Your inner brat wanted to make a joke about how he was used to dressing up in “women’s” clothing, but you weren’t in the position to speak. His cock. You had to have itins ide you.

“Remember the safe word?”

You nodded.

“Wanna use it now?”

You shook your head. The anticipation of leather hitting your skin. You wanted this. When it connected, you struggled not to bite down too hard. It was so much more effective with your guard down now.

“That’s more like it, 애인.” Twack. Twack!

You focused on the ice cube, on not breaking it and not letting it go. It was the only thing keeping you from reaching your climax. Then Oppa was in front of you once more.

“Do you wanna get fucked by me or not? I could be pounding you into a mattress by now if you’d just break it of drop it on the floor.” He held his hand out. “Release.”

The ice cube dropped and you were panting. Dripping. You looked up at the older idol expectantly. He looked at you up and down. Your sagging limbs and desperate gaze. The water glistening on your skin. He kissed your cheek.

“Fine.”

You were released into his arms and he got you to the bed. Hot kisses on your skin. Lube. Another cock inside your cum filled ass.

“Oh, 애인, you’ve been hiding this.”

Words tried to leave your mouth, but he sushed you. Oppa loved to kiss the back of your neck and all you could do was moan. You tried to call out his name, but only “Oppa” came out. He was so good! It was if you’d give up all your breath if he could keep fucking you like this. Your face was sideways on the bed.

“You love this, don’t you? Trying so hard to hold on and not let yourself beg. I know you want to.” A firm slap on the ass. “I’ll take good care of you.”

“What?” You asked .There must’ve been something you missed in your dazed state.

He stopped thrusting and turned you to face him, “If you cum before I do, you’re coming home with me. Deal?”

Although you weren’t sure you could make it, you were a bit cocky, “Deal.”

The glint in his eyes got sharper. You were in deep trouble. His hand grabbed your hair like a pro, and he pulled your head up, making your back curve. The boys had put you in this position before, making you feel oh so good that your body even buzzed in its sleep. However, he hit a spot inside your ass that made you yelp.

“So cute…” Oppa giggled. “Also, dry orgasms don’t count, so shiver all you want.”

“Ok, oppa~” you replied, gripping the gilded headboard.

Hot kisses and deep growls offset your desperate mewls. Although the angle made you see stars, you tried your best to ground yourself. There was no way you were cumming first. So what if you forgot how to speak and only drool was coming out of your mouth?

“Santa!” You called out as a wave of an orgasm threatened to break.

He stopped, “Are you ok? I’m sorry, 애인.”

“Nnnnooo--fine--it-ah!” You spoke through your shivers and knew it was dry. Just intense. “Yoongi oppa.”

You couldn’t recall the words you had just said.

Oppa grabbed your hand and rubbed circles on the back with his thumb, “It’s ok. I’m here.”

When you caught your breath and regained most of your senses, you got him to continue. He grabbed your waist and pounded your behind. Oppa told you to hold on and began to curse and mumble under his breath. He was twitching like crazy. Was he already--?

“애인! I! Ah fuck! Cum-ming!”

Liquid warmth filled your ass. You both panted as the high wore off. Then oppa slid out and plugged you back up. You were rolled onto your back. All you could do was look up at him and grin.

“I won.” You said drowsily.

Oppa chuckled, “Yes, you did.” He kissed your cheek. “Good job, 애인. BTS is lucky to have someone like you.”

Then he got some wet wipes, cleaning you off first. He took his time asking if you were ok and looked you over. He rubbed lotion all over the whip marks and kissed them as you recalled how to breathe properly.

“You should’ve told me that you were in love with them.” He said, fixing his tie in front of the mirror. “Then I never would’ve made such a stupid bet.” Smoothed his lapels. “See you around, (Y/N).”

You blinked and the door closed behind him. It wasn’t long until a group of five were your next toys. One of them had lost a bed, so he got pegged by you. His cheeks were red, but he couldn’t hide his enjoyment.

The other members had an orgy of their own while he learned something about himself. You were glad you got to be a domma. One of the others wanted to try as well. He began to cry because it felt so good.

“We’ll talk to your owners and set up a proper play date.” The first one said.

They both thanked you and left. It was break time, so you were put into proper clothes and went to eat. It was funny. You knew what you had done, but you couldn’t recall who it was with or many of the sensations now that you had returned to your own mind. Like you had watched it through a Go Pro and not yourself. Probably safer that way.

While being moved backstage, you saw Got7. Because they were close with BTS, you considered them friends and snuck up behind BamBam to finger taze his sides. He jumped and them smiled once he saw you in your red dress.

“(Y/N), glad that we got to meet a second time today.”

You cocked your head, “What do you mean? THis is our first time meeting in two months cuz of your tour.”

“Ah, right. My mistake.” He chuckled and pat your back before you continued on your journey for a good meal.

As you were ushered along, you looked back at BamBam and accidentally ran into one of the Stray Kids Aussies.

“Oh, sorry, Chan.”

His face got super pink, “Errr..no...no problem.”

You bowed to each other and parted ways. Oh, you couldn’t wait to see what there was too eat. Apparently, hypnotism made you hungry.

[stardusttkachuk-main]

Unraveled

Title: Unraveled

Pairing: Rob Benedict x Reader

Word Count: 2,452

Warnings: bad dates, fluff, probably a swear word or two

Prompt: “I need you to be my girlfriend for about five minutes” and blind date

Summary: Rob and Y/N made a deal that if they ever needed to be in a fake relationship for whatever reason, it’d be with each other but after a couple bad dates, they realize that maybe they should stop pretending, but they don’t come to this conclusion on their own.

A/N: written for @natasha-cole ’s Valentine Challenge

You weren’t very good at dating. You had been in a serious relationship with someone for two years, except that ended a year and a half ago and you finally decided to get back in the dating game. It wasn’t going well at all.

You had signed up for a few dating apps, which were proving to be useless. You’d been on a few dates, but with your crazy schedule, it was hard to meet people and see them more than once when you did meet them.

You went out to bars with friends to try and pick up guys that way and even that was a fail. Everyone around here seemed to be taken or recently single and not looking, or way older than you and downright inappropriate.

And then there were the times when you actually made it to a date, and it ended terribly. The person wasn’t who they seemed to be. You weren’t really their type or vice versa. In short, you really sucked at dating.

“I think I’m just gonna be single the rest of my life,” you sighed, flopping back on the couch in the green room. “I’m gonna be the fun aunt that spoils all her nieces and nephews because she doesn’t have kids or a husband of her own.”

“You just need someone you know who doesn’t mind your busy schedule,” Kim said.

“All of my friends who don’t care are taken.”

“Not all of them.”

“Rob doesn’t count.”

Briana laughed as she joined you and Kim on the couch. “This talk again?”

“He doesn’t!” you argued. “We’ve been friends for years. If there was something there we would’ve realized it by now.”

“Okay, if you’re really not into Rob, I know someone who you might like,” Bri mentioned.

“Who?” You perked up. Bri had tried to set you up on a date before and it went well, except that your schedules were too busy to find another time to see each other. You were completely bummed because you really hit it off in the beginning.

“His name is Logan. Meet him on Tuesday evening at the Hard Rock Cafe.”

“I don’t get to see what he looks like?”

“We’re gonna start trying blind dates now.”

You took an uber to the restaurant. Hollywood was busy even for a Tuesday and you didn’t want to bother with parking. It wasn’t too crowded when you walked in, and you went to finding someone by themselves at a table. You found him quickly.

“Logan?” you asked, approaching the table.

“Yeah. Y/N?”

“That’s me.”

“Have a seat,” he invited. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“You as well,” you grinned, pulling out the wooden chair and sitting across from him. You scooted yourself up to the table, folding your hands in your lap. “Have you ordered or anything?”

“No.” He shook his head, then passed you a menu. “They did bring these though, I haven’t even looked through them yet.” He chuckled low in his chest. Briana knew your type to a T. “So, how do you know Briana?”

“We worked together.”

“You’re an actress?” He asked. You nodded, a wide smile on your face. You took pride in your work. “Must not be very well known.”

You nearly choked on your spit. “Huh?”

“Not very well known. When Briana gave me your name I didn’t immediately recognize it, you know? I’ve never seen any of your work before is all.”

“Well, I’m no Meryl Streep, but I’ve done a few projects. How do you know Bri?” You decided that changing the subject was the best option here. You were fine with the fact that you weren’t a popular actress, but the way this guy said that left a bad taste in your mouth.

“Her husband and I are good buddies. So I guess they’re both setting their best friends up together,” he added.

The waitress came by to take your orders. You grimaced at what Logan ordered. It was your least favorite food and you knew watching him eat it would just ruin your appetite.

You took a drink of your ice water, watching as your fingers melted the condensation on the outside of the glass. “So, what do you do for work?”

“I’ve got a normal job. I’m an editor for a publishing company. I fix general mistakes like grammar or punctuation that someone before me missed. Do you read a lot?”

“I love reading. I have a lot of downtime so, I read quite a bit. Plus I travel a lot and it’s always nice to read on a plane or while waiting at the airport,” you mentioned, already going over a list in your head of your favorite books and authors.

“Well, you’re welcome. I get to be the person that makes sure there are no errors in those books.”

“So, you’re a big reader then, I take it? I mean you kind of have to be with a job like that,” you said, but your food came before Logan got a chance to answer.

---

You were halfway through your meal, making small talk with Logan and ultimately decided that this night was a bust and there wouldn’t be a second date when your phone vibrated in your pocket. You cursed yourself for forgetting to turn it off—or at least change the damn vibration setting—and apologized to Logan as you pulled it out, seeing Rob’s name and that stupid goofy picture he took years ago pop up.

“Um…will you excuse me?” You asked. “It’s an emergency.”

“Yeah,” Logan ushered. “I’ll be right here.”

“Thank you,” you whispered, hitting the accept button and standing from your chair. “Rob?”

“Hey! Y/N. Whatcha up to?” His voice was loud and the background noise was louder and you put two and two together, figuring he was out himself.

You were now outside the restaurant, looking through the window to make sure Logan was still there. “Are you drunk?”

“No. God, I wish,” he laughed. “I need you to do something for me.”

“Okay,” you deadpanned.

“I need you to be my girlfriend for about five minutes.”

“Rob, I’m on a date!”

“Great, yeah, cool, me too! And it’s not going well,” he sighed. “She’s not great Y/N. She’s nosy and doesn’t shut up and I may’ve accidentally told her that I’m seeing someone and I got set up on the date by mistake because we haven’t told anyone we’re dating yet and now she’s asking to see my girlfriend and meet my girlfriend. Please. I mean, I know this is kind of outside of the rules but it’s really bad. I’m desperate,” he rambled.

You gave a long sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. To be honest, this date with Logan wasn’t going well and you’d love to just leave. Maybe this was a sign that the date was only going to get worse. You took it as one, without further thought. “Okay, where are you?”

“California Pizza on Highland and Hollywood.”

“Seriously? Dude I’m at the Hard Rock Cafe.”

“Great, so…like ten minutes?”

“Ten minutes tops,” you promised.

“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Okay. Thank you.”

“Yeah, you owe me, Robbie. I’ll see you soon.” You hung up and put on a brave face, walking back into the restaurant. You frowned when you saw Logan, not entirely wanting to break the news to him.

“Everything okay?” He asked. Your plates had been cleared like he knew this was going to end.

“Uh… not really. That was one of my friends. He uh… got into some trouble and just needs someone to go get him.”

“Ah,” Logan said, a hint of sadness in his voice.

“I’m really sorry,” you began.

“Hey, no. Don’t apologize.” He stopped you before you could get too far. “It’s okay. Um, do you need a ride or anything?”

“No. It’s—he’s at California Pizza, so it’s a short walk. Thank you though, really. And, again, I’m sorry,” you added.

“It was nice meeting you. I’ll let Briana know it didn’t work out.”

You bit your lip, a little disappointed that it didn’t. You knew who you wanted though, no matter how many times you denied it. No matter how many times you insisted it just wouldn’t work out, you knew who you needed. There was always something there, and you had realized it.

You made it to the restaurant quickly, having sped walked most of the way. You ditched your heels just a few minutes in but slid them back on your feet before entering the pizza place.

“Y/N!” You heard Rob call from somewhere on your right. You glanced in the direction to see him waving his hands and made your way to his table. Across from him was what seemed to be a nice girl. She was pretty, long hair and brown eyes. Rob didn’t really have a type but she appeared to be a good compliment to him.

“Marissa, this is my girlfriend, Y/N,” Rob introduced, placing his hand on your lower back when he stood up.

“You’re dressed real nice. Were you out?” She eyed you, up and down and her mouth curved into a frown.

“Yeah. Uh… me and Rob were not… we’ve only been dating for a little bit and our friends still think we’re single. So we’ve been accepting dates they set us up on,” you lied.

“It’s not often. But after tonight you know, I really think we should just tell them,” Rob insisted, in an attempt to sell the story.

“Yeah. I mean, don’t you think it’s weird that you two are out with other people when you’re seeing each other?” Nosy. Rob was right. She was nosy.

“It’s weird,” you answered.

Rob quickly spoke up. “But she and I both know it’s not going to go anywhere serious with these other people so we’re not bothered by it.”

“Why didn’t you just say no to your friends?”

“They like to think we’re lonely and that we need someone.”

“Truth is… all we really need is each other.” You almost scoffed at Rob’s sappiness. You would have, had your heart not skipped a beat and the butterflies not swarmed in your stomach.

“Anyway,” Rob continued. “I’m sorry this was a waste of your time. It was great to meet you, Marissa.” Always the polite one. “I’ll cover the bill. It’s the least I can do.”

“Right well, goodbye,” Marissa said in a sour tone, quickly collecting her bag.

“You just broke her heart,” you warned Rob when she had left.

“Worth it. It’s better than leading her on and having to face a second date.” Rob slouched down into the chair. “Did you eat?”

“Yeah, I got about halfway through my meal before you interrupted.”

“You could’ve said no, Y/N,” he reminded. “If you were on a really good date and in the middle of it you didn’t have to answer or even come down here. I would’ve lived.”

“No. No, We always said that if the other one needed to be the pretend boyfriend or girlfriend we’d do it, no matter the circumstances. I’m not going back on that promise,” you spoke up, finding the seat across from Rob. “Besides, he wasn’t that great anyway.

“Maybe we should stop.”

Your jaw nearly dropped. A hint of panic set in because Rob was your go-to for a lot of things, but especially the fake relationship thing. It was used for emergencies only, like getting hit on by some creep in a bar or one of Rob’s fans getting a little too close and crazy, or dates gone sour like the one he was just on. “Why?”

“I mean… stop pretending,” he said bashfully. His cheeks turned red and you could only assume his face was as hot as yours. “Be honest, are there feelings here between us?”

“For me, yeah. I like that we have similar schedules and that being around you is always so easy and comforting and I don’t feel like I have to be someone I’m not. We’re good friends, and you’re probably my best friend and I don’t ever want to lose that.”

Rob cut you off. “So I swallowed my feelings. I kept them to myself, and to Rich when he continuously hounded me about them. I don’t want to lose this friendship either. But we’re really good at being pretend boyfriend and girlfriend. What if we just tried to be not pretend boyfriend and girlfriend?”

“I like that idea. But do we tell everyone so they stop setting us up on blind dates or do we keep it on the down low for a while?”

“We should probably tell everyone. Let them have their ‘I knew it’ moment. And then we don’t have to tiptoe around them when it comes to coupley things.”

There was a convention a week later which you and Rob decided would be the best place to let everyone know. You were keeping it subtle: you were going to walk in with hands linked together, standing closer than usual and sometime during a conversation Rob was going to wrap his arms around you from behind. It was cute without being showy.

Rob's fingers were laced between yours and your hands were clammy with nerves, but the small gesture of him squeezing your hand eased them. When you got into the green room, hands swinging by your sides, everyone turned their heads.

“It worked?” Briana and Rich shouted at the same time, eyes drifting between each other’s and where you and Rob stood.

“What worked?” You asked.

“The dates! It actually worked? Who caved first?” Rich questioned.

Rob laughed, “What?”

“Oh please,” Briana laughed.”We know about your arrangement with each other that if one of you is on a bad date or getting hit on by someone you have zero interest in you’ll play the boyfriend-girlfriend card and rescue each other. I mean you really think it was a coincidence you were both in the same general area at the exact same time, on dates with people who were great on the outside but not so great on the inside?”

“You little shit!” You yelled. “This was a setup?”

“So really who caved first?” Rich asked.

“Rob did. Marissa’s nosy personality turned him off,” you said. “Hey Bri, Logan was actually pretty good. Had Rob not called, I would’ve hung on ‘til the end. There just wouldn't‘ve been a second date.”

Rob let go of your hand to wrap his arms around you, his chest flush with your back. “I guess we owe Rich for knowing exactly what my type isn’t.”

“Guess so.”

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[leoandnemmie-blog]

hi! i love your account ^^ i was wondering if i could group reacting to an MC who has health conditions (like i have a heart condition) that makes her weak or unable to do a lot of physical activities? i would just love to see how they would react to her.

I remember you! You sent me a match up like… A month ago? And if memory serves correctly, I paired you with Jumin! You sound awesome. I hope your heart condition isn’t too bad…

I did RFA separately and a group one including RFA and Minor Trio, the group one will be under the cut.

No, hun. You don’t love my account, I love you. ;D It was D E S T I N Y. How does this make sense, wtf Leo.

OK… I’m sorry, I’ll write now… ^^;; ~Leo

Yoosung Kim:

You were diagnosed with arthritis when you were a child, Oligo-articular JIA to be specific.

You thought you were going to get better in a few years but you were one of the unlucky people who had it for a long time.

You didn’t feel the need to mention it to Yoosung because it never came up.

Besides, it barely affected you at this point. You always managed to get through the day.

But this one was different…

You were walking home with Yoosung and your legs were hurting quite a bit.

You were lagging behind a bit so Yoosung asked you if something was wrong and you simply brushed it off as you being tired.

He then bought up the childish concept of having a race to a nearby tree in attempt to make you less tired somehow.

Not wanting to let him down, you accepted.

You were ahead of him but halfway through you felt the pain in your leg and it was unbearable.

You yelped out in pain and Yoosung stopped, crouching down to see what had happened.

He was confused for a moment before you explained that nothing had really happened. You told him about your arthritis and how you were getting surgery next month for it.

He helps you out before your surgery a lot, even to the point when it’s sometimes unbearable.

He’s still a bit overprotective after the surgery.

But you know he means well.

Zen / Hyun Ryu:

You had been suffering from back pains from time to time over the past 2 weeks.

You had been diagnosed with sciatica when you went to physiotherapist.

You didn’t feel the need to tell Zen because they told you that it would be over in a less than a year and not to worry too much.

This one time you were watching one of Zen’s musicals and when you stood up to clap, you felt a sharp pain run down your back and you immediately sat back down.

You quickly register the concern on his face and he steps of stage and asks you what’s going on.

“She’s pregnant, isn’t she? Not that far along from the looks of it… Maybe she’s one of those people who have a small bump. Anyways, it’s probably just a contraction, don’t worry too much Zen.” Someone from the audience spoke loudly.

“Jagiya, w-what?” His face was fixed in an expression of surprise

“Zen, I’m not pregnant.”

You told him you’d explain on the way home and when you were feeling a bit better you were both on your way.

After you told him he face palmed and began apologising since he wasn’t there for you.

But you tell him it’s OK, you didn’t tell him which made it your fault.

He sorts out an exercise routine with you physiotherapist and makes sure that you get better quicker.

Thanks to him, your recovery is completed 2 months earlier than expected.

Jaehee Kang:

Come on, let’s be real here. She’s the one who had an idea of what was going on before you did.

Symptoms of high blood pressure are practically unnoticeable Like me

You were amazed when she suspects it though.

She forces you to go take a blood test and it turns out she was right.

Immediately begins taking MUCH more care of your health.

She makes sure that your food isn’t too salty.

Gets rid of most of the alcohol in the house.

Begins to make you herbal tea instead of coffee because caffeine is not good for you right now!

If you smoke, she’ll gradually get you to quit.

She won’t make you go cold turkey out of nowhere though.

Also makes you sleep a lot more. 

Ty mama Jaehee.

She’ll get you to exercise with her, will even invite Zen to exercise with the two of you sometimes.

She’s also on top of your medication, not in that way, she knows exactly what time to give you which set of pills and whether or not you’ve taken them if she isn’t around.

She’s so glad when your health begins to improve.

She honestly doesn’t know what she’d do without you.

Jumin Han:

You noticed around 2 months ago that your heartbeat would skyrocket out of nowhere sometimes.

You would get dizzy sometimes and you didn’t know why.

Jumin would ask you if you were alright and you would just tell him you were dehydrated or tired.

You got Jaehee to book you a doctors appointment, you didn’t tell Jumin because you thought that it was something minor and not something he should be concerned with.

He was even more concerned when Jaehee told him instead of you.

Would’ve got driver Kim to drive him to the hospital if he didn’t have so much work.

The second he walks into the penthouse the two of you share, he demands answers.

You murmur out that you were diagnosed with atrial fibrillation.

He doesn’t quite know what that is, so you tell him that it’s a form of arrhythmia.

All signs of anger leave his face as he wraps his arms around you and offers words of consolation.

He tells you that no matter what he’ll love you and it’s true.

Will keep up to date with your medication.

Makes someone keep track of whether or not you take them.

Will do and does do anything in his power to make you feel healthy again.

Anything for you.

707 / Luciel / Saeyoung:

You were diagnosed with hypoglycemia.

You went to the doctor’s a week ago and somehow Saeran had gotten wind of it and mentioned it to his twin in a conversation since he presumed that he knew.

Lol. No.

Immediately hacks your medical records. Do not try this at home kids

You’re honestly not surprised, he was bound to have found out one day, you just hoped it wouldn’t have been this way.

You tried explaining but he simply raised up a finger to silence you.

For a moment you were scared that there was gonna be an argument.

But he just tells you that it’s gonna be alright, that he’s there for you and that no matter what he’ll always love you.

He comes to your appointments unless something comes up. Even if he is forced to wait outside he waits. 

Always gets the right medication for you and remembers what time to give it to you.

Heck, he even managed to make a cat robot tell you when it’s time to take your medicine again.

He’d do anything and everything to make you better again.

Group:

The entire RFA was holding a fundraiser.

All of you had to run at least 100m.

You thought you could manage that but apparently not.

You had damaged a part of your cuneiform a few weeks ago and the doctor told you it would take at least 4 months to heal.

They also told you that you shouldn’t walk too much, forget running.

When the race began you were fine.

But 50m in you felt too much pain in your foot and practically screamed in pain as you fell down.

The race promptly stopped and in a flash V was in front of you, asking if you were alright.

You nod your head but the Jaehee steps out of the crowd, asking if anyone nearby was a medic.

Seven pushed his glasses up and asked Vanderwood to come forth.

Vanderwood groaned as he came forward, claiming to only know a bit of first aid.

More than enough for this though.

He gets Yoosung to grab a first aid kit and Jumin skillfully calls an ambulance.

You can also see Zen try to calm everyone down and progress with the event alongside Jaehee.

It wasn’t really going great since Saeran kept yelling...

“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU GUYS DO TO MC!?”

V attempted to calm him down.

Oops. Wrong guy for the job.

It takes Seven promising to get him some ice cream for him to calm down a little.

Once you’re at the hospital you get told that you need to stay there for a day minimum.

Everyone visits you, including Vanderwood at some point claiming that Seven forced him go.

Lol. We know he did it out of the goodness of his heart.

Yoosung comes along with Zen and you end up playing board games with them and they tell you about their days.

Jumin also comes, most of the time for short visits, and tells you what the doctor told him and what his new ideas for C&R are. He’ll ask you for your opinions too and tries to get your mind off of the pain.

V comes and shows you some of his new photographs, he gets you a drawing pad and some pencils so that you can draw.

Jaehee tells you little tips about how to keep yourself better.

Even after you’re let out of the hospital, they’ll constantly ask you how your doing and visit more often.

Honestly, with their help you became better so much quicker than you thought you would’ve.

[instakpop]

Xiumin scenario - try me

requested

genre: smut, angst

Summary: SM management has been trying for a while to get you and Minseok to part ways, but through it all, it only makes you two stronger.

"You signed a contract. No dating. Period." Minseok's manager took one last look a the both of us and walked out of the room. This was the third time we've tried to disclose our relationship and every time we have it's turned to chaos. The moment we get turned down, Minseok 'mysteriously' has to double his practice time, leaving no time for us to be together.

"I can't keep doing this," I said with my head lowered in defeat. Minseok lifted my chin and looked at me with a steely-like expression.

"I'm not giving up on this, Y/n. No one can stay single forever, and I refuse to give into the bachelor lifestyle that management wants all of us living by. This isn't over."

"How can you say that? Do you realize what's about to happen?" I wanted to remain calm, but the stress of all this was wearing me down. "I've gotta go." I left the office and went home. I didn't need to hear him say 'It'll work out' or 'we'll find a way' for the millionth time.

The whole ride home I was receiving phone calls and texts from Minseok. He's never been one to give up on the things he loves. As long as I don't give in within the next 24 hours, he will know I'm serious about this.

Minseok lives the idol life and his career is very important, but who says he would be alone forever. He's a grown man and we love each other. I got home without any more phone calls and just made myself some dinner. I just needed to get him off my mind for a little while and think about the other things going on in my life.

Halfway through my meal, there was a knock, or ten, at my door. I answered it and sighed when I saw Minseok was there on the other side.

"What are you doing?" I asked him.

"You didn't answer your phone. I thought something happened." He makes it no secret when he worries about me. I have to admit that it does feel good knowing he cares so much. "Can I come in?"

"Why?" I fired back. " Because we clearly aren't finished with our conversation earlier and I need you to hear me out."

"...Minseok... I don't have anything to say that hasn't already been said. I don't know what else to do."

"You don't love me?" He asked.

"What?" I was stunned by his question. "Of course, I love you. But it's not enough for management-"

"Forget about all of that. Leave everything else behind and just tell me once and for all." He looked as exhausted as I was with all of this. And frankly, there was no point in lying to him.

"I love you, Minseok."

"That's all I need to hear. All of this negativity and hardship will pass." He walked closer to me but I didn't try and move away. "Then it'll just be you." He gripped my hips and pulled our centers together. "And me."

I could see his primal instincts start to take over and I loved it. I placed my hands on his chest and slid them up to his shoulders. Our noses touched, making me smile at him for the first time that day and he kissed me. My whole body came back to life but I still wanted more. His gentle hands lifted me up and he walked us to the bedroom.

He dropped me on the bed and undid his pants right away. "You are such a turn on." He crawled above me and let me pull his pants off for him. "But you've made me upset, baby. Daddy doesn't like to get upset."

"I'm sorry, daddy," I said hoping he would forgive me right away. "Hmm." I moaned when I felt his hot, wet lips press against my neck. "I'm so hard for you baby.  And look at you. All flushed and short of breath."

He got off of me and stripped down till he was completely naked. He leaned down as if he was going to give me a kiss but he paused."Are you wet for me?" I nodded right away and he smirked. "My bad girl. This is just the start of it." He pushed me against the mattress and tore off my clothes. I tried to help him yet he was way too eager. I bit my bottom lip when his hard member brushed against my folds.

"Do you like this?" He said in my ear. "You like it when I whisper in your ear?" He kissed my earlobe and I smirked. "Feel my kisses, baby. I love the way you react to them." His lips went down to my neck and I held onto his shoulders. "Feel me work my way down." He whispered.

All this dirty talk had me weak in the knees. Thank god I was already laying down. His lips reached my wet core and he kissed down my pelvis. "Mmm, ~ baby. You look good enough to eat." His big brown eyes stared at me as he licked and kissed what was his. I held his head and he grabbed my wrist.

"No, baby. Keep your hands to yourself. I just want a taste of this dripping pussy."

"Oh god!" I exclaimed. He hasn't even done anything and I could cum any second. I raised my hands over my head while Minseok started eating me out. I felt like the tingles in my palms were going to erupt.  My whole body was electrified with every kiss and suck.

"Are you close baby?" He asked me. I nodded at him and he stopped altogether. "Well too bad."

"MINSEOK!!!" I was so pissed at him for that. All of this excruciating teasing has to stop. "Why did you do that?"

"That is how close I was to losing you. But now, you’re gonna feel what no other man will do for you." He lifted my legs up and thrust into me with no warning. I screamed and squirmed and he continued to pound into me.

"You want this?" I couldn't even get my thoughts into words. I just laid there in shock and pleasure with my mouth gaped open. Minseok moved us up and down on the bed and I bucked my hips, feeling his sensitive tip hit my g-spot. "Oh fuck!"

"Tell me you love me." He growled in my ear and I clenched around him.

"I love you, daddy," I confessed. 

"Say it again." he groaned.

"I love you, daddy!" I screamed as my climax approached closer and closer. "I love you so much!"

"Cum for me, Y/n. Cum all over my thick cock!" He didn't have to say it twice. I let my orgasm rush through my body and Minseok's hips smashed into mine, hitting my swollen clit every time. My nails scraped his biceps, only making his thrust harder and I just saw white stars blocking my vision.

My entire body slumped back by the time I finished my high. Minseok crashed his lip into mine for a lazy kiss and I smiled on his lips. I turned over and I looked at him. He stared up at the ceiling, pondering about everything and nothing.

"Did you really think I was going to leave you?" I asked him. His words just hit me in that moment and my heart started to ache.

"I don't know. I just thought that management would- ...I just don't know." His voice wavered and I felt so guilty. He was right. Management was getting to both of our heads but at the same time, we've learned a valuable lesson.

"Minseok... I'm not going to leave you. No matter how bad it gets, we still end up together. That's how our story always ends. Together."

He smiled back at me and lifted himself up, cupping my face in his hands. "They won't ever break us up. No matter what." He kissed me again and held me close when he laid back down. I knew this wasn't the last time the higher-ups tried to get between us, but when it comes to getting us to break up, I'd love to see them try.

[grizzlefur]

WWEm - Nobody Calls Dean McFly a Nerd

Transmission date: Monday 18/Tuesday 19 September 2017

Yeah, I said this would be 'punctual' and 'up a decent amount of time before the PPV', but hey

i was ill, and also you're not the boss of me

(unless you are)

(in which case my salary hasn't been coming in and we need to talk)

so without any further ado (just kidding, this is gonna be ado city right here) i present to you SATURDAY AFTERNOON RAW!

(yeah, you thought it was gonna be sunday, didn't you?)

(daniel did)

(he was super unprepared and is currently eating lunch in his booth)

(it looks delicious)

(bastard)

ahem

yes

wrestles?

opening on an in memoriam for bobby heenan

aww

we're in san jose

i should be able to make some kind of sport joke there but i can't find it

anyway, here's kurt

apparenrtly we have two matches at no mercy that are mania-worthy

casual shade at the rest of the card there

kurt says that's not all, and now here's the miz

with his bros, but not his wife

oh yeah, she's pregnant

that makes sense

boo for the next year or so when i don't get to steal her style ideas

miz, meanwhile, is wearing black trousers and a white jacket and growing a shitty beard

the single look doesn't suit you, mike

he's complaining that he doesn't have a match at mercy

kurt's like dude i was just saying that

jordan/elias/hardyz in a four-way tonight for a shot at him

miz complains that kurt puts his son in the match ahead of his super-qualified and totally legit hangers-on

kurt has had enough of your tone, young man

miz gives him a lecture about responsible fatherhood

see how kurt isn't beating the shit out of him, shane?

this is called being a responsible employer

miz fucked up his words at least twice while i was writing that last sentence

get it together, dude

anyway, here's jj to step to him

and defend his dad's honour

in a new magic eye singlet

i think he's secretly dressed as a tractor

jj asks kurt to put curtis and bo in the match so miz can shut the fuck up

never gonna work, dude

miz says one more thing about his father

gets fucked on, as promised

booker gives sage words about how jj needs to control his temper

dude, did you watch your entire fucking career

for example, jason has never dropped an n-bomb on air

later tonight we have brock and braun being interviewed (bad) and roman giving an address (worse)

but next, alexa/nia

brilliant shot of them walking backstage

alexa's expression of barely-restrained terror sells it

but first have this advert for cena/reigns

because god knows we haven't talked about it enough

back to jj backstage

as kurt storms in to tell him to calm down and focus

jason responds by ranting about what everyone thinks of him

dude, this is the opposite of calm and focus

kurt talks some fatherly shit at him, boils down to #hatersgonnahate

tells him to win the match

bet he never thought of that

but actually now, here's alexa

doing her best 'ignoring the proles but also lowkey bricking it' face

and also nia

bell rings, alexa runs away

like you thought it'd go any other way

eventually gets back in the ring, gets dicked on for a while before trying to talk nia down

and running away again

heads up the ramp, headed off by sasha

and then nia flattens her

(alexa, that is)

sasha's just lurking at ringside like oh hey there

alexa totally just hit a curbstomp on nia

i thought we banned that

alexa sets up on the top rope, goes for a crossbody, gets samoan dropped to death

sasha attacks nia after the pin, gets fucked on

and oh hey, bayley's back

somewhere, emma is just like yknow what i'm good

the three of them face off against nia and take her down

oh my god, i would watch the shit out of sasha, bayley and alexa as the shield

#extremefantasybooking

nia leaves, bayley extravagantly hugs everyone

they both raise alexa's arm, then remember who she is and bayley suplexes her into oblivion

i really should have seen this coming what with it being san jose

+10 hometown boost

cole recommends we go to wwenetworkrightnow.com

someone needs to learn how web addresses work

and also hypes kevin/shane in a cell

which...no

and gameplay ad for 2k18

ooh, it's got billie in

i'll probably play it, but not preorder this one

destiny 2 and injustice 2 exist, along with others

ad for total bellas, which looks less good

and a package of wrestling peeps eulogising heenan

apparently we're gonna get more of those throughout the show

cole tries to do heenan banter, corey shuts him the fuck down

and now, a video package about brock

god, i hate ppv setup shows

this is all footage from 2002

transition straight into mania 30 without a AND THEN HE BROKE HIS FUCKING NECK title card

and along came a strowman

okay, i will never not giggle at the announce table sandwich spot

paul claims that was the first time in brock's life he got carted off the battlefield

see above, re: BROKE HIS FUCKING NECK

this package has just reminded me of luke harper's existence

what happened to him?

internet says him and rowan are still signed, but little else

anyway, package is over, here comes cesaro

and also his best bro

i will never get over their fusion dance pose

actual fact

they're up against the good brothers, who are still jobbing wherever possible because we saw the shit that happens when they get to main even

ad for smackdown, which i am super unhyped for

the aftermath of vince 'blading is awful unless it's me' mcmahon

let's see how that trash fire goes later

sheamus wants to talk to us about nostalgia

and also about how he clearly doesn't understand the difference between sequels and remakes

conclusion: fuck nostalgia

and here come the kkb to fuck it for us

apparentliy seth and dean are both exploiting each other

cesaro responds to what chants by repeating the same phrase half a dozen times

which is kind of great

wait, sheamus has mtn dew and liverpool fc patches

now i need to study the rest of both of their jackets

anyway, they finish their usual proclamations, and now here are seth and dean

seth describes them as like if taxi driver and braveheart had a really ugly baby

seems legit

although i don't love the 'yeah but you look dumb' retort

they talk about brothers a bunch, gives anderson and gallows a perfect chance to cut in

and call seth and dean nerds

seth's like oh no dude you shouldn't have said that

dean is not happy

nobody calls dean mcfly a nerd

cue brawl

ending with seth and dean in the ring and everybody else outside like bwaaaaaahhhhh next time gadget

but fuck that shit, here's an ad for asuka

meanwhile, kurt has once again taken the path of least resistance and made this into a triple threat

expect spots, shenanigans, and a champion win

cesaro and sheamus 100% just kicked gallows in the dick

ref like whatevs i'll allow it

book talks about the good brothers not finding their footing in wwe, cole's like ummmmm dude they were tag champs

this match is primarily seth and dean and the kkb doing rapid tags and good wrestling and anderson and gallows being like yessir we are also here

oh hey, anderson tagged in

had to happen evetually, i guess

cole almost calls gallows 'the big dog', catches himself in time

accidental double hot tag takes us to seth/cesaro, and frankly the other four can go home

weird spot where seth goes for his turnbuckle bomb then has to redirect halfway through to not throw cesaro into anderson and gallows' corner

seth eats a magic killer, dean breaks the pin only to get thrown into a barricade by the kkb

someone in the ring just shouted "sports entertainment!" and i don't know in what context

sheamus and cesaro do their flapjack cutter, then both forget who's legal and roll out of the ring, then both run back in and go for the tag at the same time

with cesaro doing the pin and sheamus just holding seth's right calf

is this a fucking laurel and hardy movie

and then anderson forgets how to set up a superplex

-checks the headlines for an epidemic of fail ravaging san jose-

double double suicide dives from seth and dean

next up in 'spots that make not a single fucking lick of sense when you think about them'...

whatever the good brothers are good at, it's not selling when they take a suicide dive

sheamus blind tags off dean, dean hits dirty deeds on anderson, sheamus steals the pin

would you look at that, a champion victory on a ppv setup show

cole started a sentence with "The Bar claims...", i totally hear the barsgays

cesaro poses on the ramp, sheamus hobbles off backstage, seth and dean don't give a shit

but nowthe miz rallies his troops in the locker room

(if you know what i mean)

bo interrupts like dude i used to do motivational speeches can i criticise your technique

bo and curtis give their cvs, throw some casual shade on their boss

realistically, why is matt hardy in that match?

the others have at least been winning a bunch lately or have had their boss shouting at the gm

has kurt been hassled by seven deities

this video from mania 21 brought to you by pizza hut

ok, but...why?

yes, edge won the first mitb

why are you telling us this now

okay, nobody knows

cole does an awkward segue into cena/reigns

corey forgets how to speak english

don't worry dude, attempting to hype roman reigns matches does that to me too

and now enjoy this video package of the parallel histories of john cena and roman reigns

i remember when there was live wrestling on this show, not like 80% clip shows

(yup, turns out i still hate ppv setup shows)

(however much of a tire fire smackdown is, at least it won't be a ppv setup show)

i really don't get why they can say bitch on the live shows but then censor it out of the video packages

okay, even in retrospect this cena promo was fire

and straight from that into an advert for vince's totally legit head injury

back in the real world (ha), kurt is on the phone

he certainly spends a lot of time on that phone

which is...an accurate representation of management, i guess

kudos, dubby dubby wee

+0.01 reality points

(current score: -89887452.99)

pan over to goldust standing inches from a poster with his back to the room

and then he turns round without paint on

whaaaaaaat

and the bodysuit undone partly as well

he wants another shot against bray in his real face

which raises the question: if he wins, why was the paint there in the first place

some kind of anime power limiter?

leaves, then pops back in to snap in kurt's face as usual

but in the ring, it's curt hawkins

woo

he's closed the star factory

and replaced it with the curt hawkins history machine

huh?

he's going to make history by ending his 114-match loss streak

well, that makes sense i guess

at least he's aware of his failings

and here comes apollo crews

the apathy is just rolling in off the crowd in waves

titus is here too

corey is either listing the current roster of titus worldwide or naming random celebrities

hard to tell

apollo shows off all the athleticism and none of the charisma, as ever

curt actually gets a nearfall, which is good for him

ticker advertises raw next week for 'ontario, CA'

ok, a) CA is a real state abbreviation, and b) ontario is big

unless it's going to be on the road through ontario in some kind of epic monday night raw travelling roadshow

i'd watch it

anyway, while i was distracted by the ticker, apollo won

i love how his 115-match streak gets an onscreen graphic

up next, brock and braun talk

sigh

after a small dancing child with cancer

it's an ad, ftr

not dolph trying another new gimmick

great, here they are

complete with paul growing out of brock's left shoulder

long beat before paul remembers his client can't talk until at least halfway through the segment

got to pace himself

braun: "My actions speak for my words!"

...i got nothin

some next-level uplit glower coming from braun though

which i just read back as 'quilt glamour'

next big aesthetic of 2017

this lighting makes braun's tattoos look like absolute shit

i'd provide a pic, but then i'd have to keep looking at them as i tracked one down

just trust me

i think it's the combination of veins and scar tissue

the way this shot is arranged, brock looks like an uncomfortable child as his parents argue over his head

paul decides cole's interview displeases him, so he's writing his own

tbf, cole is entirely unnecessary in this situation

yay, brock's warmed up

leans into camera, and the scale difference makes him and paul look like an 80s album cover

oh hey, brock got to do a mild swear

quick, let's censor it out of all future broadcasts

and the segment's over

thank god

and next...roman delivers a message

OH, FOR FUCK'S SAKE

after these recaps of the women's title happenings

yeah, primarily making me double down on the fact that a women's trios competiton would be rad

and they've added bayley to the no mercy match?

for reasons

emma complains on twitter, and she's kind of right

but now (sigh) roman reigns

the presence of roman has made cole forget what time of year it is

he is just a well of negative thought

standard loooooooong-ass beat before he talks

opens by bigging up cena's talking skills

maybe a bad start

and then probably swears? the tape delay caught it

namechecks alex riley as the boring white version of himself

which is...fair, tbh

calls cena a bitch again, take a shot as you despair for the writers' lack of better material

rolls a vt from 20fucking12

of cena basically having the same problem with the rock as roman has with cena

the main difference being i don't want to punch past cena in the face rn

the real angle we want to see is cena v past cena

get on it, r&d

roman calls cena out for not being here today

is smug af

halfway decent promo, but tbh most of the good bits were shamelessly ripped from cena material

which, hey, steal from the best

in any case, he's gone

but now, renee interviews the hardyz

asks them how they're going to deal with fighting each other in the 6-pack

they're both like welp, it's kind of what we do

matt does the broken accent for one line, everyone pops

and wyatt cut

i like to think matt is still in full flow and just hasn't realised the cameras are off

but yeah, here's bray

and here's a total bellas ad

strong juxtaposition

and also an asuka ad

led with a quote from fucking sun tzu

excuse me while i sigh so hard my lungs collapse

like

they're on a big push in china

so someone must have realised it isn't the same country as japan

and yet

this summerslam recap slideshow is mostly a chance for bray's music to keep playing so we can here the full track

which is fucking great

and here's

dustin rhodes

the dramatic renaming is slightly let down by the fact that both his tron and the fucking clothes he's wearing say GOLDUST in big letters

could they not have just put him in some generic gear for this match

cole has clearly just ctrl+f'd his internal monologue, and now he's awkwardly calling dustin rhodes by his full name at every opportunity

but yeah, if you were trying to be the man behind the gimmick, why would you still be wearing the hey-look-at-my-junk bodysuit?

pins bray in the corner ropes, kicks him twice in the inner thigh (honestly officer), and then eats a sister abigail for the pin anyway

cue finn on the tron

dustin can't even have this loss to himself

finn is here to tell a story about his youth

in the form of the next big YA novel

i would totally read a novel series anbout a fictionalised finn bálor

finn points out that even the man behind the demon is a man who made himself a demon

so not exactly harmless

reason 1745 i love finn bálor: understanding of symbology

after this bobby heenan memorial, enzo will be here

so i kind of hope it lasts half an hour

and now the announce team awkwardly eulogise some more

and cut to a video package of his greatest moments

this is about 409000% better than enzo turning up

oh fuck, here he is

i am loving the number of boos he's getting

oh thank fuck here comes braun our lord and saviour to bodycheck him into the underworld

casually chucks him into the ring over the top rope from the floor

san jose loves him

spinebuster to death, then powerslam out the other side

walks off, neville turns up while he's halfway up the ramp

gives the angry giant a wide berth

and red arrows enzo for shits

demands a mic, does enzo's shuffle and how you doin', leaves

and san jose fucking loves him

beating up enzo is not good for your heel heat

oh wait, apparently he's sticking around for a fight

after this ad for smackdown

and this recap vt of enzo getting dunked on

cut to charly interviewing enzo in the trainer's room

he's like woe is me i am dead

but btw i'm still gonna win on sunday

but in any case, now it's neville v gran metalik

rip el rey de las cuerdas

neville tears his mask open

ooooooooooooh

-shocked silence-

metalik responds with a lovely step-up tope

neville intercepts a moonsault into the rings of saturn, successfully stands up to lucha rage

and now after beating enzo, he's painted a huge target on his back for every luchador in the company

but now a hispanic heritage month thing about jennifer lopez

for whatever reason

it's worth noting that we're halfway through september, and wwe hasn't mentioned it until they have time to fill on a ppv setup show

one ad for 205 later, here's elias to open the main event reunion tour

he is disappointed in san jose

but also in all his opponents, so there's that

threatens a child in the audience that he'll get them and their mother kicked out of san jose

do...do wrestlers have that power?

and here's a diss track about his opponents and also btw san jose

interrupted by the hardyz before he can get to their verse

ooh, jeff's gone back to his old pre-mermaid arms sleeves

in all their improbable glory

and curtis and bo don't even have their own entrance any more

oh, and they get their boss to come with them

well, i guess he'd be coming on announce or w/e anyway

ok, no, he's just gonna lurk

and commence huge brawl

someone's brought miz his studio chair for ringside

brief moment where it looks like the heels are all going to work together, then elias is like ohhhh wait i'm a huge dick -kicks bo in the kidneys-

incredibly slow tower of doom setup for the hardyz to suplex the miztourage superplexing jj

elias goes for the cheap pin, jeff breaks it

and then elias eats a poetry in motion for good measure

matt then immediately turns on his brother, side effect for a nearfall

jj deploys approximately 63% of the world's suplexes, miz throws him into the audience because no rules motherfuckers

matt twist of fates bo for a nearfall, broken by elias

who then hits drift away on matt, pin broken by jeff

crotch drops elias, swantons axel, miz breaks the pin

and jj hits kind of a meh neckbreaker for the cheap pin

insistent crowd member with an I PAID TO SEE DANA BROOKE sign

oh, honey

miz comes into the ring to sarcastically applaud jj

and then tries to punch him and gets suplexed to death

until curtis and bo come in to kick some shit out of him

and finale

and some post-beatdown smacktalk from the miz

calls him a bastard, which we can get away with when it's used in its technical sense

and fade on the twat triumphant

(my new feminist porn site)

...

that's the worst joke i've ever made on here

i am sorry

right, this is normally where i would roll on to smackdown

but, while i do have a weekly quota of sweaty men falling over, it's about to be filled by the new season of strictly

i have diverse interests

so until i get back, here's a line to tide you over

----------------------------------

damn, that was a good line

and if anyone was expecting another kind, you are seriously overestimating our budget here

so failing that, how about some SUNDAY AFTERNOON SMACKDOWN?

(yeah, no mercy starts in like nine and a half hours)

(this whole punctuality thing was never going to take)

so yes

do the show

oh god this is going to be the vince mcmahon drama hour, isn't it

now lasting two hours

raw was mostly bullshit, expect this to be bullshit for other reasons

oh hey, let's kick off with a recap of the whole angle

if you can't remember what happened, read this blog more carefully?

really can't help you with that

oh hey, i want to punch vince in the throat again

funny how quickly that comes back

they've put so much reverb and filters on this audio that kevin is basically unrecognisable

his name is legion

ok, yeah, i'll never not pop for vince getting the shit kicked out of him really

we're in oakland today, so [topical joke about the a's]

and opening with some shane

commence the dramening

whoever designed the graphics for hiac this year needs to calm the fuck down

HANDS AND SKULLS ALL HANDS AND SKULLS HANDS OPENING A SKULL HELL IN A CEEEEEEEEEEELL

apparently vince had three fractured ribs

and shane is now here to sing his praises and how much he loves him

one day they'll work out what they want the image of the mcmahon family to be

shane condemns kevin to hell in the cell [sic]

work out the name of your show, dude

HANDS AND SKULLS AND FIIIIIIIIIRE

okay, now i need to calm down

but later tonight in other angles, corbin/styles for the concept of an open challenge

but next, randy

come back shane, all is forgiven

well

most is forgiven

but first, have this ad for cena/reigns

again

i miss creepy cheerleader cult alexa

oh, and here's aiden english

guess we know what randy's here for

sweet lennon shades, dude

aiden provides his own dubiously-scanning version of randy's music

calls him a tool, gets a massive pop

keep the faith, oakland

shot of the announce table reminds me once more of the a+ announce team on here

and here's randy

oh look, still a tool

"this could be a well-laid plan by aiden english...or it could be a crucifixion"

byron saying what we're all thinking

my money's in column b

guy at the front of the round with a kane sign is either slightly ahead of events or significantly behind

we will see tonight

aiden takes a backbreaker on the barricade, then slams randy into the announce table anyway

nice to see him get some solid offence

still gonna lose, but

gets a thumb to randy's eye while he argues with the ref

adding randy to the calm the fuck down list

and then counters a top rope crossbody into a shoddy-ass rko

handy slowmo replay of the shittiness of that finisher

oh hey, here's rusev to defend the honour of musical theatre

or possibly to recover his honour in the eyes of the noble people of bulgaria

or to...rip randy's teeth out?

esoteric threat there

randy agrees to the match, then immediately gets momentarily distracted by aiden and kicked in the face for the pin

rusev then runs off up the ramp instead of getting down to tooth-ripping

i'm simultaneously disappointed and thankful

stands on the stage, rejoices at his reclaimed honour

oh, but tom has news

kevin will be here via satellite

from the next room

seems inefficient, but hey

tradition

also tonight, charlotte's back to talk about her dad

but now, here's jinder

walking backstage sharing smug stories with his crew

and he'll be here after this ad for kids with cancer

or

what's the opposite of an ad?

like

an avert?

but then it'd just be an a

appropriately for oakland i guess

BOOOOOOOM SPORTS JOKE

damn, i'm good

ad for total bellas, and now rusev is freaking out backstage

renee comes to interview him, has to immediately explain the word 'elated'

rusev is off back to bulgaria to be a hero again

but now, here are the singhs and their amazing alveolar trills

and also their boss

in a possibly ill-advised spotted shirt

or maybe i just spend too much time critiquing wrestlers' fashion choices

jinder is doubling down on mocking shinsuke's face

this is the most incisive and well-written angle

the singhs are continuing to find jinder's jokes more hilarious than is healthy

and now jinder's getting at the crowd for being racist against japanese people?

sure, dude

they've spun a really long mic spot out of one pic of shinsuke and a bunch of racism

oh, and there's the japanese people can't say /l/ joke

credit to oakland for all just going oooooooooh there

this is genuinely breathtakingly racist

crowd start a that's too far chant

p sure he crossed that line weeks back, but welcome to the party

we have whisky and non-discriminatory humour

does some ranting in punjabi to 3% of the people of his alleged country, end segment

the announcers are all like yeah, that was a bit much

let's move on and try to forget that

up next, corbin/styles

in the allegedly open title challenge

after this repeat of the video about j-lo off raw

remember last year when they did the whole month of different latinx people?

but sure

but now, renee interviews shinsuke

who's like yeah that jinder's a funny guy -lowkey furious-

and then leaves

and here's aj

and a replay of styles/dillinger last week

that was a good match

aj has thoughts about kevin/shane

he thinks kevin shouldn't be messing with the man who brought aj to the wwe and started smackdown live

um

remember mania?

but now to talk shit about "shortcut king" baron

and list his recent failures

(which are hilarious)

and here comes the dick himself

with his new intro i still don't quite get

corey is talking shit about baron for seeing the us belt as a trophy

which...it is?

gregg mentions aj's weight, and i get briefly distracted by the fact that he'd only need to cut a few pounds to be a cruiserweight and how good aj/cedric would be

anyway, while i thought about that, baron attacked aj before the bell, leading tye to run in and take the fight to him

refs have removed tye, but baron's selling a fucked leg

so aj puts him in the calf crusher as well, cos why wouldn't you

hit aj's music, guess the thing's over

with baron rolling around at ringside going OW MY LEG

we get it, dude

but up next, charlotte

after pizza hut gives us a random clip of the past

this time, it's mitb 2011

i have no fucking clue what rationale they pick these clips on

but hey, it's nice to watch bryan win things

and here's baron hobbling around backstage

renee comes to interview him, he screams about feeling violated

not sure that was where you wanted to go with that, dude

swears vengeance, end thing

and here's charlotte

in street clothes

and oh look, she and her dad have written a book and it's out today

such coincidence

remember when charlotte was meant to be her own thing distinct from her family?

she's here to thank everyone for their tweets and positive energy

or possibly thoughts and prayers

the former seems more likely these days

but ric is apparently going to be ok, so i can resume talking shit about him without feeling bad about it

one day he'll die and i'll feel momentarily bad for all the crap i've said about him before going on with my life

charlotte has learnt an important lesson about the fragility of life and shit

and here's nattie to be insensitive

she's like cool your dad's ok but let's talk about the important shit

nattie is hosting wwe's first ever celebration of women?

like

it's totally a thing they should do

but we have a heel doing it, so this is going to be shitty

okay, yeah, it's going to be celebrating all women by looking at nattie in particular

because we're all basically her

charlotte's just like yeah whatever i want a title shot

good shutdown

and here's becky to be sarcastic

in a really nice waistcoat

and also challenge for the title

oh, and here's naomi

who can imagine why

in an enormous white pimp robe

sure

i take it back

an enormous multicoloured pulsing pimp robe

she doesn't even get to say she wants a shot before tamina and lana cut in

lana's here to talk about how bitches ain't shit and her client deserves a shot

so nattie has a tantrum outside the ring about all these women overshadowing her celebration of women

here's noted non-woman daniel bryan to weigh in

making the main event a four-way for a title shot

remember when there was more than one angle in the division?

ha

of course you don't

never happened

and up next, new day/hype bros

the building may explode with enthusiasm

after this ad for brock/braun, at least

back in the room, the bros are already here

and the usos are on announce

lovely shot of someone in the crowd joining in with the new day intro but forgetting how many times they've been champs

loving all the match card graphics, where big e is totally doing his best broken matt hardy

meanwhile in the match, mojo steals e's ab stretch spank thing

but yeah, they've announced new day/usos rematch at hiac

like anyone didn't know that was coming

e takes a broski boot, kofi shows he can fuck a team up on his own

zack tries for a rollup, eats a midnight hour for the pin

usos front, new day party, end thing

but now let's go back to the mcmahon drama

leading with a recap of vince getting beat on

and now here's kevin via satellite from what looks like a high school theatre supplies room

still life with canadian, spotlight and big red square, 2017

kevin is sorry for what he did, but it's all shane's fault for making him want to do it

claims to have nothing but respect for vince

he's also apologising in advance for the carnage at hiac

and maintaining that he's the good guy here

end thing

have a graphic for the women's four-way

and an ad for john cena's superhero body spray

which you should not attempt

and now here are the hype bros backstage

mojo is tired of losing all the time

proposes drastic action

but now here's dolph

presumably to complain about gimmicks

which he's made into its own gimmick, so it's only a matter of time before wrestling collapses in on itself

and then i'll have to watch scandinavian crime dramas for this blog or something

daniel's ears pricked up at that

i told you, no cable knit jumpers in my studio

in any case, dolph is now being hhh

"Was that fun? Can I run NXT now?"

and now he has more things

corey is filled with rage and despair

and now he's hbk

except modern hbk

hat and flares, no shades or weird bondage vest

oakland is united in wanting him to do cm punk

dolph ziggler, celebrity impressionist

dolph rants some more, goes back out

and now he's in dx

remember when we had cumbersome overlays as part of entrances

i kind of love it

the dx music is still great, too

dolph rails against dx trying to stay relevant, despite the fact that they haven't been since the late 90s

shouts at the crowd for not appreciating the craft

and he doesn't care about the crowd

cares enough to choreograph numerous elaborate entrances with costumes and props and shit, but hey

and then wanders off

is this going anywhere in particular, or is it just that we had some time to fill?

announce team move swiftly on to hyping no mercy

but next, main event

i'm not optimistic for the chances of the one heel in this match

especially because it's tamina, and she doesn't get to win things

after this ad for 2k18, in any case

back in the ring, becky's already here

but fuck that, let's have an ad for 205

oh, and tamina's already here too

becky at least got music

and here's naomi

showing us that enormous fur robes are actually really hard to dance in

i do like her mismatched eyeshadow though

charlotte's back in one of her dad's robes, which makes a certain amount of sense

i still miss peacock queen charlotte

oh, and lana's lurking at ringside

hadn't noticed

match starts, immediately go to a roman/cena ad

because why bother actually watching the main event

all three faces briefly team up to dunk on tamina, because why wouldn't you

naomi springboard crossbodies charlotte and becky simultaneously, cos she's great

pan out to nattie watching the match and looking smug

naomi gets her submission on charlotte, becky breaks it up so she can disarmher naomi

because submission wrestling goes so well in a four-way

charlotte spears tamina, it's pretty great

and then moonsaults her and naomi simultaneously

i talk a lot of shit about charlotte, but it's good to have her back

becky breaks a figure eight with a leg drop, which seems dangerous as fuck

everyone is dead

becky takes a samoan drop and then a splash from tamina, naomi breaks up the pin in a really cool way, lana pulls her out and gets fucked on, and then something i didn't quite catch put tamina down for a pin by charlotte

oh right

superkicked naomi, then took a big boot from charlotte

she does do a very big boot indeed

so yeah, charlotte/nattie at hiac

feel like we've seen this before

but hey, who am i to expect variation and originality in wrestling

and we fade on charlotte being like fuck yeah my dad isn't dead also something about a match

right, hopefully this'll get posted before no mercy

if it does, hmu on twitter @waruce if you don't already

but for now, i'm off to watch the rest of the week's wrestling before i run out of week

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Ignis x Reader Fic: Next To You Pt. 3

A little early, but here’s part 3! This is slowly turning into a novella. Oh Six... -_-

And a sidenote: give Drew ofthe Drew’s “Cry, Die, Fly” a listen. I feel this song reflects the theme I’m trying to get across in the story. Enjoy!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9

(Y/N)’s mobile phone alarm vibrated on the nearby coffee table, slowing stirring her from slumber. Softly groaning, her eyes gingerly flickered open to see the blinking LED light in the darkness of Ignis’ apartment with faint traces of mixed light from the street lamp and sun peeking through the curtains. She lazily reached for her phone to shut off the alarm and sighed, giving herself another 15 seconds to fully wake up, hugging her pillow still. As grateful as she was to him letting her crash at his place yet again, she didn’t want to overstay her welcome and decided to wake up an hour before him to make breakfast.

While in the gifted children’s program, they were taught everything from self-defense to home economics to fully utilize every skill set to be a functional human being to the crown prince. A deadly homemaker, as she humorously remarked. As much as she wanted to forget all those years of training, it’s all become muscle memory now.

Finally determined to wake up, she yawned, slowly sat up and reached for her glasses while throwing the blanket off of herself, welcoming the cool air on her legs and felt goosebumps rising. Even though it was near the end of summer, parts of Insomnia had interesting chilly sub-climate pockets. (Y/N) quietly pattered to the main door to grab the newspaper from outside and set it on his dining table. She then made her way into the kitchen and turned on the light on the hood for more visibility. Grabbing the bag of Ebony Dark Roast from the lower cabinet, she filled the electric kettle up with water and waited for it to come to a boil. In the meantime, she placed the coffee beans into a manual grounder and got to work.

Ignis had grown to be a coffee snob and said time and time again if you want something done to your standards, do it yourself. After grinding the beans to the right consistency, (Y/N) took out the ceramic coffee dripper from another cabinet, placed a paper filter inside it and filled it with the coffee grounds, measuring it to exactly three scoops; she knew he liked it strong and took it black.

Once the electric kettle automatically shut off, she prepared a small pot with water in it to poach some eggs while she waited for the kettle to cool off a bit before steeping the grounds. When the water in the pot came to a simmer, she drizzled a small bit of vinegar in before slowly tipping the eggs in. After three minutes, the eggs were done and the kettle water had cooled to its optimal temperature. (Y/N) steadily bloomed the grounds as the dark liquid filtered into two mugs and his portable thermos. Satisfied with her work, she set his mug aside and decided to let the aroma awaken its drinker as she grabbed some bread to make toast for the poached eggs.

She heard Ignis’ bedroom door open moments later, followed with slow footsteps softly echoing down the hall. He turned to his right and saw (Y/N) busying herself over his stove, wearing an oversized t-shirt and shorts. Her bed hair had been left as is. It’d been a long time since he’s seen her like this and never realized how adorable she looked. Were her legs always that well shaped? He inwardly blamed his grogginess for this random insight and lightly shook his head.

“Morning, sunshine,” she greeted in a sing-song tone while tending to some bacon slowly frying in a pan as the toast popped up from the toaster. “Slept well?” “Well enough,” he replied while reaching for the prepared mug of coffee, trying to rub the sleep from his face. Upon sipping it, he drew his head back slightly in shock. “… You made this?” “Who else would?” “It’s… good.” “Wow, a compliment from the Impeccable Ignis,” (Y/N) drolled as she plated the bacon alongside the poached egg and grabbed the toast. “What a way to start my day.”

She took their plates to the dining table while Ignis grabbed their respective mugs and utensils. He noticed she drowned hers in milk; she’s always liked her coffee weaker than his with a spoon of brown sugar. Before sitting, he drew the living room curtains open to let sunlight in.

“Y’know, people would mistaken us as a married couple if they saw us like this,” she joked and sat down. “So this is what it feels like to have someone understand and irritate you on a daily basis,” Ignis off-handedly added and sat down across from her. “I’m not that irritating.” “You’re a six on a good day, at most.” “Thanks for that vote of confidence.”

(Y/N) looked up and her eyes widened with a slight shock; it’d been a while since she’d seen Ignis’ hair completely unstyled and not in his work clothes. He was wearing a fitted white v-neck t-shirt and charcoal grey loose fitting sweatpants. He actually looked… sexy unkempt.

Was his chest always that chiseled? His shoulders that broad? And were his eyes always that green without his spectacles?

“Are you alright?” He looked up from the newspaper and asked. “Your cheeks are pink.” “Hm?” His voice snapped her out of his thoughts. “Y-yeah. Must’ve been from cooking.”

(Y/N) sipped her coffee and dug into her breakfast, finding every possible way to not look at him directly. But she’s done so many times before. Why is it bothering her now?

“These Niflheim bastards...” She heard Ignis mutter under his breath, continuing to read the paper with a concerned expression. “They’ll be attacking us before we know it.” “Haven’t there been talks of a peace treaty?” “Nothing’s set in stone yet,” Ignis replied. “My main question is what’s their goal in this war? Land? Power?” “Curious you ask that, considering you want nothing to do with the royal family.” “Curiosity’s gotten me in nothing but trouble is what you’re saying,” (Y/N) translated and sipped her coffee. “Your words, not mine.” “Anyway.” She downed the rest of her liquid sarcasm and collected the dishes to put into the sink. “I’m gonna go get ready and get out of your hair.”

As she entered the bathroom, Ignis tended to the dishes and heard his phone chirp from its charging station in the living room. Placing the final piece of clean ceramic on the drying rack, he walked over and grabbed his device.

It was an email from the Citadel. Opening the message, he slowly scanned it with his eyes considerably widening.

King Regis agreed on the ceasefire with Niflheim, but the date of the treaty signing had yet to be announced. As part of the agreement, Noct was to wed Lady Lunafreya in Altissia and he, Gladio and Prompto were assigned to take him there in the Regalia. He’s to help the crown prince pack up his belongings before they set foot on their journey in the next few days.

He halfway expected this to happen, but so soon?

“Ig, you okay?” (Y/N)’s voice called for him, drawing him out of his thoughts. He jolted his head up and saw her look at him with a confused expression. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing. It’s just work,” he dismissed and locked his phone. “I have to head out soon, so I can drop you off if you like.” “Sure. It’d be better if it’s a few blocks from the building.”

Ignis silently nodded as she continued analyzing his body language. She knew something was wrong.

“Ig...” She called softly and placed a gentle hand on his forearm, grabbing his attention to her concerned gaze. “Are you sure?” “Yes...” he lied. “We should head out in the next ten minutes.”

Ignis quickly finished his coffee, washed up and reemerged in his usual suit with his spectacles on while (Y/N) changed into her usual hoodie, t-shirt and jeans. They left his apartment and hit minor traffic en route to her sector for work due to road work.

He felt this would be a good time to tell her, but should he? This was official royal business, after all; she had no part of it. But she’s his friend and felt she had a right to know. What was the right choice in the end?

“Ig, whatever you’re debating in your head, just spit it out,” she impatiently blurted out, staring at the road. “What are you–” “Don’t play dumb. That’s beneath you,” (Y/N) dryly commented. “You’re gripping the steering wheel tightly while we’re sitting in traffic, you haven’t touched your coffee for the past four minutes and you have your thinking face on,” she listed off her analysis. “So whatever’s on your mind, which is most likely the work email you received, you’re debating whether it’s proper of you to divulge its contents to me or not because of my non-affiliation.”

There were times he hated when his logical reasoning was used against him, especially by her. He continued to remain silent.

“Ignis Scientia, I swear to the Six I will take control of the wheel and crash this goddamn car if you’re still pussyfooting around,” she threatened with a sense of eerily calm. “What happened to making clear cut decisions?”

Shit. (Y/N) used the full name card. He knew she was crossed now and it was a lost battle. Even his parents never did that. Sighing aloud, he divulged what he read from his email.

“When...” She swallowed hard, trying to digest the news she forced out of Ignis. “When do you think you’ll be back?” “A week… A month… It’s hard to say,” he murmured. “I see...”

The rest of the car ride went by in silence. (Y/N) had a gut feeling it was something related to the treaty; her parents had been talking about it non-stop and complained about how they would’ve been able to resolve things quicker if she hadn’t wasted her life not being apart of the council.

Despite her dissonance with her family, she only cared for Ignis’ safety; her one and only friend, her most important person. What could she do to assure his security when he leaves Insomnia?

“(Y/N), I’ll be fine,” he reassured to break the tension, noticing her hands wringing on the strap of her bag. “Gladio and Prompto will be there with me to protect Noct from anything that comes at us.”

Traffic gradually cleared and Ignis was able to drop her off nearby her work building as requested.

“Call me before you leave. I’d… like to see you, if that’s possible.” “It may be hard with my schedule the next few days, but I’ll try.” “Try a little harder for me? Please?” she softly pleaded. 

Ignis placed the car in the park gear and looked up to meet her expression mixed with sadness, loneliness and concern. This was why he didn’t want to tell her: he was never good at consoling the opposite sex.

“I’ll… see what I can–” he hesitantly began but was cut short by her sudden embrace.

Her head was buried halfway in the nook of his neck and caught the faint scent of his cologne. (Y/N)’s heart was pounding intensely in her chest, feeling the escalating rhythm at the base of her throat, trying to figure out why she did what she did. Ignis found his arms moving on their own and gently hugged her back, half unsure in what he was doing. He, too, felt his pulse slowly increasing from her sudden contact.

“Silly girl...” he spoke softly into her ear and stroked her hair as a way to comfort her. “I’m not leaving yet.” “I-I just felt…” she stuttered out into his collarbone. “If I didn’t do this now, I wouldn’t be able to for a long time.”

Slowly releasing, (Y/N) avoided eye contact with Ignis and hurriedly gathered her belongings, hoping he didn’t see the blush she was trying to hide with her hair.

“Have a good day… and all that stuff,” she mumbled out shyly and let herself out of the car. Quickly blending herself into the sea of the Lucian working class, she gripped the strap of her bag tightly, reeling in embarrassment.

That’s when it hit her. She had non-platonic feelings, romantic feelings, for Ignis Scientia. The insufferable perfectionist Ignis Scientia. And she hated herself for it. The Six play a damn cruel game.

All (Y/N) wanted to do right now was hide away in a hole and never come back out. Or bang her head on some kind of surface. Either one works right about now.

–

“This… is quite a lot to prepare given the timeline,” Ignis fretted, looking at the Citadel’s schedule for their upcoming trip. “Is there any way to get an extension on this, General Drautos?” “As much as I’d love to, our honorable guests from Niflheim are to arrive within the next five days,” Drautos tiredly replied. He noticed the general’s cheekbones have sunken in more. “Do you think you can make do?”

The adviser softly sighed and adjusted his spectacles as he re-read the document until it was fully committed to memory and nodded.

“I’m sure I can make this work if the rest of the group pitches in.” “Good. I leave it in your capable hands,” the general finalized. “We’ll be in touch should anything change. Keep your mobile on you at all times.” “Yes sir.”

Ignis gathered his belongings, formally bowed and left the Crownsguard office. As he took his mobile phone out, he heard Gladio’s voice call for him down the hall.

“Ah, just the person I was looking for...” he greeted and put his phone away. “What’s up, Iggy?” “I’m guessing you received intel on our upcoming trip?” “Yup. This’ll be fun. Our first time outta Crown City...” Gladio replied with an excited smirk. “Regardless, we need to be prepared. I’ll need your help gathering supplies.” “You got it. Just tell me what I need to get.”

He took his mobile phone out again and sent Gladio a list of items he’d be most efficient with gathering. The two walked down the long marble hallway, listening to their footsteps echo down the corridor in conjunction with the sounds of clattered armor at the opposite end. They walked past two guards and greeted one another.

“You look a little tired, Iggy. Long night?” Gladio asked with a suggestive tone. “I’m exhausted from all the drinking we did,” he briskly replied and took another sip of coffee from his thermos. He looked down at it with significance. It’s strange how (Y/N) made it the same way he did daily, but hers tasted better.

“Coffee that good today?” Gladio pointed out. “Yes… It’s rather tastier than usual.”

Gladio hummed with interest and decided to continue chiding Ignis.

“(Y/N) made it?” “… Yes.”

Ignis knew where this was going.

“Sure you two aren’t an item?” “She’s just a friend and nothing more.” “I dunno if you’re just telling yourself that or you’re really that emotionally idiotic,” Gladio casually replied. “No, please. Tell me what you really think.” “Look, friends of the opposite sex don’t normally do the stuff you two do, like letting her crash at your place on a whim and make breakfast for you both,” he pointed out. “That’s couple stuff. The fact she made that extra effort on the coffee for you means something.”

Gladio’s words struck a chord in him. Thinking back on it now, his previous girlfriends never did that for him when they slept over. It was always him doing so, mostly out of habit. It was different with (Y/N) for some reason; his trust with her ran deep. Only now did he realize there were so many pieces of their lives that fit together and entwined like a red thread of fate.

“I’m sure she did it out of courtesy,” Ignis brushed off his friend’s observation. “Considering how impulsive she can be most of the time.” “I dunno. If you ask me, she’s got guts. Up and leaving her family responsibilities to make her own path,” Gladio remarked with respect. “She would’ve made a great Crownsguard, if you ask me.” “I’m sure her parents would be elated to hear that.” “Just… keep an open mind, Iggy,” his friend coerced. “You can’t plan everything out in life. (Y/N)’s good for you. She keeps you on your toes.” “I wish she wouldn’t. Just last night, she was taking off her–”

He immediately stopped himself mid-sentence. Feeling the heat rise up to his cheeks, Ignis cleared his throat, not wanting the passing guards to misunderstand the conversation.

“Taking off her what now?” his friend asked with interest. “It’s– Never mind.” “C’mon. You can’t just stop right at the juicy part,” Gladio teased with a sly look and playfully elbowed his bicep. “Don’t you have supplies to go pick up?” Ignis harshly dismantled the topic and turned it right back to business. “We both have a few busy days ahead. I suggest you not slack like Noct and Prompto.” “Yessir,” he lazily responded and eye rolled.

Gladio walked a few steps ahead and stopped halfway, giving some parting advice. “If you don’t snag her up, someone else might.”