#hopefully they aren’t too cliche

[jomarchswritingjacket]

a Bi Awakening Movie ™️ must have characters of different genders who are hot and cool. and also chaotic vibes. and that’s it

[jehhskz]

Love Again - Part 2

she fell first, and she fell harder

summary: you just got back to Seoul, and hopefully you'll get back into his heart too

genre: romance, fluffy cliche, second chances, smut

warning: this fic contains smut, so it was made for adults only, MDNI.

jé's note: did a little something super self indulgent, if you read this, please be kind, it's my first time and english isn't my first language. huge thank you for my girlies for all the support, special thanks to @doitforbangchan & @jeonginsleftcheek for beta reading it, your words made me happy. and it got a little big, so i had to split it into 2, the link for part 1

divider by @saradika-graphics

After the passport issue, Joo-wan rearranged for you to go with the boys to Japan. At first you were excited, making plans just like you did for Australia, but now you were desperate texting everyone from the staff team to go on your behalf, but unfortunately, everybody already had their own plans they couldn’t cancel. 

You wanted to cry, you didn't want to be near Hyunjin, you didn't want to hear his voice, didn't want to see him, because you knew you wouldn't be able to hold back the tears, like you weren't now, already feeling them falling down on your cheeks. 

You were watching everyone's close friends stories, loving to see the boys partying and having fun, you chuckled seeing the picture Changbin posted of him carrying Hyunjin in their ‘honeymoon’ as he captioned, Joo-wan video dancing to My House by 2PM was amazing, but something you saw in the back caught your attention: Chae-hee going upstairs hugging Hyunjin, your laughing stopped and your heart sank.

Then it was Na-yeon's video with Minho, they appeared in the back again, a new angle, making their way to the stairs, Hyunjin's arm was thrown over her shoulder. But the worst was yet to come.

Heyoon rushed home as soon as she finished her work, finding you crying, curled in your bed, she laid behind you, a comforting hand gently tapping your shoulder as you told her all about it. It all started when you saw the green neon ring, Chae-hee added you to her close friends.

There was a picture of Hyunjin, his back turned to the mirror, you couldn’t see his face, but Chae-hee’s, she was hugging him, head resting on his shoulder and she had her tongue out, looking directly at the mirror as she took the picture. 

Next one was them lying in bed, it was mostly their faces but you could still see the clothes on, he had his eyes closed and a slight smile, Chae-hee was doing a peace sign and winking, she wrote ‘the best day’ on it. 

Then the last one made your stomach twist, it was the day after, Chae-hee made a video, Slow Down by Chase Atlantic was playing, it was blurry at the beginning but it was clearly Hyunjin lying there, peacefully sleeping, then she turned the camera, giggling and blowing kisses, wearing nothing but his robe, the Hyunjin engraved appearing as she stopped in front of the mirror, ending the vídeo. 

Timing's really a bitch. As you saw the grey bar of that last stories coming to an end, you got a new message:

Jagiya: about to catch the flight, missing you 😘

The pang in your heart got worse. 

~ {♡} ~

“Oh my God, Na-yeon!” Chae-hee grabbed the younger by her arms roughly “How many times do I have to tell it's three steps then turn to the right, not to the left!” 

“I'm sorry, Chae-hee. I'll pay more attention from now on” Na-yeon's voice was shaky.

“You better, we are about to debut, mistakes like this aren’t supposed to happen” Chae-hee glanced at the girls, as if warning.

Their music was still playing and the volume was up, so they only realized the door was opened when you stepped in. Chae-hee was still gripping on Na-yeon's arms, her long nails digging on the flesh, she let go of her roughly when she saw you. 

Her grip quickly turned into an embrace, a stupid attempt to fool you or whoever walked in that nothing was happening.

“Oh, excuse me” You said as you rushed to the couch “I forgot my water bottle here” 

Of course, of all the people, you had to run on Chae-hee, you didn't notice her grin when she saw you, so triumfant for the way you and Hyunjin fell apart, but you surely noticed the fear in Na-yeon's eyes, when she glanced at you and then your suspicious were confirmed, there it was: the last strike.

With a last glance before closing the door, Chae-hee smirked, waving at you. 

Enjoy while it lasts Chae-hee, that smirk will vanish your lips really soon, you thought while you waved back and closed the door.

Now, all you needed was to come with a plan to gather proof. And tag along with the Hyung Line for their solo mv's shooting, a full group mv shooting, going to do christmas shopping, attend a birthday party all in the meanwhile keep avoiding Hyunjin. Ugh, the end of semesters can be so tiring.

~ {♡} ~ 

You were acting weird, Hyunjin realized it as soon as you reunited after he came back from Australia, barely hugging him when you met at the company, which at first he thought it was because there was people around, but then you were taking longer and longer to answer his texts, so cold and distant, so different from your usual bubbly self. 

Then, you'd give excuses to not be alone with him and didn't even bring coffee for the boys as you usually did. At first he didn’t pay much mind, you were probably pmsing, Hannah would always get moody around this time of the month, Chan told him.  

But damn, how long does a pms lasts? The weeks were passing and it only seemed like you were becoming more distant, more strange. 

He was looking gorgeous, yeah you thought it all the time, but this time, wearing a crop top, he was just extra good, the sight of his abs making you want to cry, because there was nothing you wanted more than kiss and lick the exposed skin. And he knew it, so the fact you didn't push him inside the nearest storage room was weird af. 

Also, what were you doing typing so fast and with your eyes glued on your phone all the time?

Annoyed, during the break from filming, he grabbed the device from you, his fingers wrapped around your wrist and he pulled you inside a storage. 

“Hey, what are you doing? Are you crazy?” You were surprised as you watched him close the door, lean on his back and scroll through your phone, reading your messages.

“All good… will be great… you know the place?… see you tomorrow… can't wait?” He was reading your texts aloud. 

“It seems like you're being the crazy one here” He stared at you “Are you cheating on me?” 

Hyunjin's audacity was something you always loved, but right now?

It was annoying you beyond limits.

“What?” Your eyes widened as you heard his question, he couldn’t be serious “Are you insane? Of course not!” 

“Then what the fuck is this?” He showed the screen to you, your chat with Min Kyu on display. 

“It's just some work stuff” You shrugged and he rolled his eyes.

“Some work stuff?”

“Yeah”

“Just that?” He insisted, hoping you'd tell him what exactly you've been up to, but instead you just nodded and then stayed silent.

“So this is how it's going to be? We've got secrets from each other now” He scoffed, running his hand through his hair. 

“Yeah, I guess so” You crossed your arms in front of your chest “You didn't seem to care when it was your turn” 

“Oh my God, y/n. Is it still about Chae-hee? I told you, I didn’t tell you she was there because it wasn't a big deal!” His tone was hard, he was annoyed you were still holding grudges.

That was what it was for him, no big deal. He cheated on you, he fucked Chae-hee and it wasn't a big deal. 

“Right, no big deal. The party? No big deal either” You scoffed.

“Yeah, it’s nothing serious either, you get drunk and those stuff happens” 

No big deal. Stuff happens.

You clenched your fists, his luck was him being at work, and being called by another staff that was looking for him. 

“Don't think we're done, because we aren’t” His voice was cold, he was clearly mad at you, as if he had any right to be, you thought. 

But he still grabbed your jaw to hold you in place and gave you a quick kiss before leaving to film.

Proving your heart and brain weren’t connected, you kissed him back and it made you even more annoyed.

You were avoiding him the majority of time and would have left if Hyunjin didn’t predict that and walked away with your phone, forcing you to wait until he finished filming.

Hyunjin was mad because you were being a brat for no reason. If there was a person who had the right to be mad at him, it was Felix, and the boy was completely fine.

No, Hyunjin wasn’t a heartless bitch like you were thinking, it was simply that you and him had different pov’s of what happened in Australia. 

Every story has two sides: what people remember and what really happened. 

You knew Chae-hee and Hyunjin's side, now let's go back to that night and find out who was speaking the truth.

~ {♡} ~

“You're so cute, I'm gonna eat bread” Hyunjin threw himself over Jeongin, disheveling the younger's hair. 

“Noo, leave me alone” Jeongin held his hands, and Hyunjin sniffed him, murmuring against his head that his hair smelled good.

“I think you should stop drinking” Jeongin said as he fixed Hyunjin's posture, sitting him properly on the couch. 

Hyunjin nodded and then leaned on his back. 

“No more drinking” He smiled cheekly.

“Seriously, you had enough” Jeongin laughed.

“Inniee, when am I not being serious?” Hyunjin threw his hands up, then looked at Jeongin when the boy opened his mouth to reply “Don't!” 

After a few minutes, Hyunjin seemed to be fine, he told Jeongin he didn’t need to worry and that he would head to their room soon. He wasn’t too drunk, it was okay to leave him alone, so Jeongin thought he could make a quick stop at the kitchen. 

“Hey there” Hyunjin jolted when Chae-hee sat beside him, making her giggle, she held out a drink for him.

“No, thanks. I'm fine” He waved, but she kept her hand still.

“Please Hyun, I insist” She smiled at him “Just a toast, uh? To celebrate the success of the tour” 

He looked at her and then at the cup. 

“Please?” She batted her eyelashes and he thought why not, just a cup wouldn’t be bad, he took it and she grinned.

“Cheers!” She clinked their cups, eyes locked with his as they drank.

Her breath caught in her throat when his face twisted, but she breathed again when she saw he kept drinking.

Just one drink became a few more, until Hyunjin got tired and stood up, he tripped when he took a step. Chae-hee quickly stood up and held him.

“Hey, easy there, buddy” Chae-hee giggled, placing his arm over her shoulder and wrapping her arm around his waist. 

“C'mon, I'll help you” And just like that, she guided him towards the stairs.

Jeongin saw them going, but since he didn’t know about you and him being together and knew about Chae-hee's interest in Hyunjin, he didn't pay much mind. 

Entering the room Chae-hee saw the mirror next to the door and smirked, she turned Hyunjin to stand facing her, hugging him and quickly snapped a picture. 

Too drunk to notice, he plopped down on the bed as soon as she let him go, and she laid by his side.

Chae-hee tried to lean closer to him, but he turned to the other side.

She tried again, using her hand to turn his face to her but he turned back again. Chae-hee scoffed and sat down, crossing her arms, thinking.

“Hyun, why are you being so cold with me? Don’t you like me anymore?” Chae-hee whispered, looking down at him, Hyunjin didn’t say a thing.

The girl grabbed her phone and clicked on the filming icon, hopefully she could take a good screenshot later. She laid back again.

“Is it because of y/n, isn't it?” Hyunjin smiled when she mentioned your name.

“I remember the way you used to look at me, watch me practice…” Her breath hit his neck, making him chuckle slightly and shift away. 

“You wanted to fuck me, didn't you?” She teased him and he drunkenly nodded, Chae-hee smirked.

“Well, I’m here now, this is your chance” Chae-hee shrugged, seeing he didn’t make a move, she tugged him by his shirt, pulling him closer to her, throwing a leg over his, ‘side straddling’ him. 

He groaned, placing a hand on her waist and Chae-hee smirked. 

“Chae-hee?” Hyunjin whispered and she leaned closer.

“Yes, Hyun?” Her voice was sultry, she closed her eyes, leaning even closer.

“I'm gonna…” But he didn’t finish the phrase, because he started vomiting.

“Ewwww” Chae-hee screamed and scooted away from him like a flash “What the fuck??” 

Hyunjin rolled on his back again, his eyes still closed. 

Chae-hee got off the bed with a jump, her face twisted when she looked at the mattress, but then her gaze landed on the Versace robe thrown over a chair and it gave her an idea.

Luckily she decided to wear a sleeveless top tonight, so when she took her jacket off and wore the robe, positioning her phone on the right angle it gave the illusion she was bare under it. Perfect.

Taking a last glance at him, she assumed he fell asleep, because he didn’t shift. So, Chae-hee took the robe off, threw it back on the chair and rushed outside of the room.

She ran into Felix as she was heading back to the stairs, and he believed her lame excuse of the bathroom downstairs being occupied. He was sharing the room with Hyunjin, and was just about to find his drunk friend there. 

~ {♡} ~

It was usual for some idols to have a ‘favorite’ practice room, some would say the aura was different, it gave them good luck and such things. For Chae-hee, her preference for that practice room was because she heard Jong-ho - her staff - saying the security camera stopped working a few months ago.

After you confirmed your suspicions about Chae-hee abusing Na-yeon, you knew you needed more than words to prove it. Learning the camera wasn't working felt very disappointing, but also made sense why that room was always reserved for LuaX. 

You knew Na-yeon wouldn’t have the guts to expose Chae-hee, so you had to come with a plan C, and that's when you texted Min Kyu, being a software engineer, he surely would know what to do. 

Not telling anyone about your plan was difficult, you hated keeping secrets, especially from Hyunjin, but you thought he would think you were just trying to get rid of Chae-hee because you were being jealous, he also didn’t tell you she was there in Australia, and Hyunjin had a lot of chances to, and then… he fucked her there, and couldn’t even man up and tell you he fucked up and apologise or break up. 

Jagiya: where are you? 

To avoid curious eyes, you and Min Kyu met up at the agency on saturday morning, a day you knew the company would be almost empty. 

“Are you sure this will work?” You asked, watching him sat down on the floor, installing a micro camera inside an electrical outlet. 

“You'd be surprise with the quality” He looked up and smirked “Why don't you pick the laptop, I'll move around for you to check?” 

“Okay” You went to sit down on the couch and put the laptop on your thighs “Is this C34 program?” 

“Yeah, just click and it will start automatically” 

“Alright” You clicked and the vídeo player appeared on the screen, you saw the room and Min Kyu walking around perfectly.

“It's great!” You clapped, watching him jumping around and you chuckled.

Jagiya: what do you mean you aren’t coming tonight?

Jagiya: yongbok just told me

Jagiya: why aren't you replying to my messages?

Jagiya: never mind, be ready at 7, i'm coming to pick you up

You: don’t, i’m not going

~ {♡} ~ 

Hyunjin went, and now it was 7:20, you left him on the couch, but he moved to your bedroom, lying in your bed while you were in the shower, because there was no way you’d appear on the holiday festivities of the team wearing sweatpants. Your little jolt of surprise when you walked in and saw him there didn't go unnoticed by him, who laughed even more when you opened your drawer and closet to pick your clothes.

“You can change here, you know?” He said cheekly “It's nothing I've never seen before”

“No!” Your exclamation before shutting the bathroom's door made him chuckle.

You looked pretty, Hyunjin thought when you came back all dolled up, wearing an army green top and dark wash jeans that matched his and black boots. You were putting on your earrings when he got up.

“You're looking good” Hyunjin said as he stood behind you. 

“Thanks, you look good too” He was wearing a light blue shirt that you were pretty sure was from Versace. 

“I know” His cocky grin appeared. 

You looked at you both in the mirror. He wasn’t supposed to be here first place, but damn, why was it so hard for you to ignore him? Why did you have to be the weakest soldier?

Maybe, just maybe… you had hoped it all was a huge misunderstanding, but then…

You saw the photos, the video, how could you still be so delusional if there was proof? 

And why did he keep acting like nothing happened? He didn't have any consideration for you? 

If Chae-hee didn't post, he'd be fooling you all this time. This realization made your heart sink. 

Chae-hee was still a major bitch, of course, but she actually did you a favor, showing you his true colors.

“Where's your car?” You looked around when you left the house, then turned to face him.

“It's home, I’ll be drinking so I’m not driving tonight” His phone buzzed and he grabbed it from his pocket, he smiled.

“Great, Felix's coming” Hyunjin threw an arm over your shoulder and you shivered, but instead of hugging him back, you crossed your arms in front of you.

“Don't you think you're exaggerating?” You couldn’t tell if he was teasing you or being serious. Either way, it annoyed you.

“I mean, I get you're jealous, it was even kind of cute before, but now it's starting to piss me off” You shifted away from him.

“Well, if I'm bothering you so much, why don't you go out with Chae-hee instead?” You saw him roll his eyes, leaning back against the wall “You two seemed to have so much fun together”

“Damn it y/n!” He ran his hand through his hair and then pointed at you “See? That's why I didn’t tell you she was there, because you'd start a tempest in a teapot” 

“Ohh so now it's my fault?” 

“I was thinking about you and…” His tone was raising, but you interrupted him.

“Thinking about me? I think I was the last thing crossing your mind while you were there distracting her!” 

“I told you I accepted to go out because she was crying, she’s about to debut, that’s not easy y/n, I've been there, I know how it feels!” 

“So being the great person you’re, you were just comforting her…” He nodded, despite your ironic tone “Hyunjin's so great, taking his little friend to get ice cream, yeah”

“I know she wasn't sucking just popsicles!” You snapped and his eyes widened. 

“What do you mean?”

“The party, Hyunjin. Stop trying to fool me, I know everything, Chae-hee posted you and her together!” 

Hyunjin had no idea about what you thought that happened at the party, until now. Damn, he barely had any memories from it, aside from some flashes of him dancing, drinking and the worst headache he ever felt on the next day.

“But y/n, I didn’t… I…” 

“Shhh, do us both a favor and don't even start!” You waved him off, turning away, just a little more and you knew you'd be pathetically crying in front of him.

He didn’t have much time to think or even say anything else, because Felix's car was just turning the corner and driving down the street.

You stayed silent the whole drive to the restaurant, staring out of the window and wiping the insistent tears that would escape, glad your mascara was waterproof.

~ {♡} ~ 

Some of the staff and the boys were already there when you arrived. You made sure to sit with Changbin and Chaeryeong, staying very far away from Hyunjin, avoiding even looking at his way.

Joo-wan was grilling the beefs, Seungmin was making sure no one’s cup was empty and you were concealing your sadness really well, enjoying the chat with your friends. 

During the drive there, Hyunjin tried to remember the details of that night, he remembered Chae-hee being at the party, she had some drinks with her, he tripped and then he was already in bed. He remembered her talking to him…

And that was all. He was sure he didn’t do anything, there was no way, but what the hell were those stuff you said you saw? 

That was the question burning in the back of Hyunjin's head… until the alcohol kicked in.

“Alright, alright. Time to reveal our resolutions for next year!” Changbin exclaimed excitedly.

“Are we finally seeing your abs?” Minho teased, making everyone laugh.

“Wait, what resolutions?” Jisung's eyes got wide.

“I have no idea” Jeongin chuckled. 

“Well, you'd know what I'm talking about if you checked the group chat” Changbin said, annoyed and the boys laughed.

“Which reminds me, where's our list from last year? We gotta check if we achieved it or not” He looked over everyone and nobody had a clue.

“Wait, wasn't Han responsible for that?” Seungmin questioned and Jisung grabbed his phone, checking the notes.

“Oh shit, I lost it” He whined.

“Jisung's resolution: stop losing things!” Minho chuckled when Han cursed him.

“Now Chan, what's your plans for next year?” Changbin turned to the older.

“Okay, let’s see…” Chan thought for a moment “Next year I plan on fixing my sleep”

“I'll learn english!” Minho raised his hand.

And so it went, Chaeryeong was taking notes as everyone would list their resolutions. 

“Next year I won’t let people use me as they please” You said looking directly at Hyunjin and despite being drunk, he understood it right away.

“Ohh that's a good one!” Joo-wan high fived you.

“Next year I'll talk to my partner instead of jumping to conclusions” It was Hyunjin's turn, and he stared at you too.

“Oh yeah, communication’s important” A drunk Jeongin nodded.

“I won’t need to jump into conclusions because my partner won’t give me reasons to be suspicious of him” You looked at him again.

“Yes, we love reassuring men!” Nabi, another staff member, clapped. 

Han and Felix exchanged looks.

“I'll wear more crop tops on stage!” Jeongin said completely oblivious to the tension going on.

“I won’t waste my time with a girl who doesn't trust me” Hyunjin scoffed.

“Yeah, if she doesn’t trust you, she isn't worth it” Joo-wan said and Hyunjin right at you as he nodded.

You couldn’t tell what hurted more, Hyunjin's cold tone or him calling you a waste of time. 

“Oh, you'll definitely have plenty of options to pick, let’s just hope you're smart enough to make the right choice and not let bitches use you again” You hissed and Hyunjin scoffed.

“Okay, this is getting a bit personal” Changbin whispered to Chaeryeong.

“Are they dating?” She whispered back at him and he was about to answer when you stood up and left.

“Uhh, don’t think so anymore” Changbin whispered and they both watched as Hyunjin stormed off after you seconds later.

“Y/n!” You froze for a moment when you heard Hyunjin call you.

“Don't waste your time coming after me!” You started walking again, your heels clicking as you stepped determined to the garbage cans. 

“What are you doing?” Hyunjin shouted when he saw you trying to pull the ring he gave to you. His fingers brushed his own automatically. 

“What looks like I'm doing?I'll throw this off!” You hissed, struggling to take the ring off of your finger. You cursed under your breath, it was stuck.

You tried some more, whining but wouldn’t give up until you took it off. Gazing at him, your closed hand reached the recycle bin and you opened, the ring making a clink sound as it hit the bottom. 

“Y/n, what the fuck did you do?” His eyes widened and he shouted, grabbing you by your shoulders.

He let go of you and went to the bin, trying to shove his arm inside to take it back. 

Luckily all the trash was collected earlier and the bins were sanitized. 

“You know what? Why don't you take the opportunity since you're already there and throw yourself too?” You crossed your arms in front of yourself.

“But not on this one, no, no. Let's be organized, dildos belong to that one!” You kept running your mouth, pointing to the plastic ones.

He ignored you, too worried about taking the jewel back.

“Damn it, y/n. It was expensive!” Hyunjin shouted again, he took a few steps back, running his hands through his hair. 

You shut your mouth, reality kicked in, the ring wasn't a simple one you can buy on those little tents on the street.

It was a jewel, original, a whole year of your salary worth it.

Oh shit.

“Oh my God, I fucked up, I fucked up” You cried out, taking large steps to the bin you threw it and leaning onto it.

In your attempt to trying to reach, you were almost falling inside “I'm so fucked up, I belong in the trash too” 

“Y/n, stop…” Han was making his way coming to you.

“Shh, don’t!” Hyunjin stopped him, grabbing him by his shoulder “She started, now she finishes it!” 

“Dude, what if she hurt herself?” Both looked at you, butt up in the air, half body almost all in, struggling.

“Ugh, okay. Fine” Hyunjin walked to you and grabbed you by your waist, easily carrying you out.

“Y/n, enough!” His voice was cold as he hissed at you.

“Nooo, let me go. I fucked up, I need to go to the trash” You cried out, trying to escape him.

“Okay” He rolled his eyes and opened his arms, letting you go. 

“Hunf, too bad there isn't a bin for toxic garbage here” He scoffed under his breath after seeing you sit down in front of the paper recycle bin. 

“Y/nnie, what are you doing now?” Han rubbed his temples, stopping by your side.

Han sighed when he saw you hug your knees and noticed the tears running down your face. C'mon, he was tired, it was late, he just wanted to go back home.

“Hyunjin said I'm toxic, I'm not worth even being recycled!” You sobbed, pointing at him.

“Dude, what the fuck, why are you being mean to y/nnie?” Felix turned to his friend, and Hyunjin's smirk suddenly faded, giving room for the tears appearing in the corner of his eyes.

“Oh shit, what am I doing?” He snapped and when you realized, he was sitting by your side.

“Don't get near me, I'm radioactive, I’ll contaminate you with my toxicity!” You nudged him away. 

“Y/N, HYUNJIN!” Felix's deep voice brought you both attention to him.

“Oh Felix” Hyunjin blushed slightly, giggling.

“Enough of this bullshit, the both of you. Stand up, we're leaving now!” Felix didn't need to order twice, you and Hyunjin quickly obliged.

Hyunjin started following Felix and you followed Han, stopping in your tracks when you realized they were heading to the same car. Han held you by your shoulders, preventing you from running and led you to Felix's car.

~ {♡} ~

Felix drove everyone to his place, and he and Han helped the two of you to get inside. 

“Shit, they are still drunk” Felix complained to Jisung, as he sat Hyunjin by your side on the bed, the other hands playing with the pedants from his necklace.

“I told you it wasn't a good idea to let them drink that bottle of soju. Why did you have that in your backseat, anyways?” Han looked at Felix with his eyes widened, Felix having a bottle in his car was really random, just like that whole night. 

“Are you an angel, Yongbok?” Hyunjin twirled his finger in the blonde's necklace, whispering, mesmerized with the shining pendant. 

“Stop it” He pushed Hyunjin's hand away and took a step back “It was a gift, I forgot it was there until y/nnie found it and chugged half of it before Hyunjin could steal it from her” 

Meanwhile you were a crying rambling mess, trying to calculate how you'd survive without a paycheck.

“Ugh, they are annoying me. Maybe we should push them under the shower, to sober them up” Han sighed, he was really tired.

“Hey hey, nobody's gonna take y/n's clothes off” He pushed the boys off and stopped in front of you, his hands pushing your jacket off your shoulders “Only I can do it” 

“Stop it! Only my boyfriend can undress me” You snapped and pushed him to the side.

He lost his balance and fell on the bed, rolling on it, he groaned dramatically as if you hurted him. You watched the scene unfold in slow motion: Hyunjin rolling off the edge, your hand reaching out to prevent him from falling, losely grabbing his hair, the strands slipping through your fingers and him hitting the floor causing a thud that made you jolt.

“Oh no, Jinniee. Are you okay?” You peaked over the mattress worried, holding your hand out for him who accepted it. 

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you” You drunkenly cried out, helping him get back and lay down. 

Hyunjin murmured something you didn't understand and threw his arms around your neck, swiftly pulling you to him, making you fall.   

“I missed you so much, love” His voice was low and muffled as he had his face buried in your hair, but you heard it loud and clear, your heart jumped. 

“Me too, jagi. Me too” You softly murmured, a hand reaching up and gently caressing his cheek, he purred.

“That’s just like ferrets sleep, you know? I saw it in the Nature Channel” Jisung chuckled to Felix, who picked up his phone and snapped a picture of you sleeping entangled with each other. 

“Although with those biteable cheeks,y/nnie looks more like a quokka” Felix chuckled, he beckoned to Jisung for them to leave the room.

“Nighty nighty, sweet dreams babies” He said cheekly after turning the lights out and then he closed the door. 

~ {♡} ~

It was past noon when you woke up, the rays of light escaping through the curtains annoyed you, so you decided to turn around and then you realized not only you weren’t at your bedroom but also weren’t alone. 

Although his grip on your waist got tighter, Hyunjin was still sound asleep as you turned around facing him. You opened your eyes slowly and sighed looking at him, sleeping so cutely, a strand of his hair fell in front of his face and you gave in the urge to brush it off, fingertips gently caressing him and he sighed.

So cute, doesn't even look like you test my patience 24/7, you thought, still caressing his face. You leaned a little closer, wanting to kiss him, like you used to do before, but then your gaze fell on your hand, the absence of your ring being a hard confirmation that the last few weeks weren’t just a bad dream. 

“You know it’s rude to stare” His hoarse voice made you jolt and you rolled away.

“I wasn’t staring” You scoffed.

“Yeah, right” He chuckled, his eyes still closed as he stirred up like a cat.

You heard knocks on the door and when it opened, Felix appeared covering his eyes.

“Wakey wakey, are you decent?” He said cheekly and you saw Hyunjin's grin when he tossed a pillow at his friend.

Felix grabbed the pillow and threw himself on the bed, between the two of you. 

“I came to say that lunch's ready” 

“Lunch? What time is it?” Your eyes widened and you covered your mouth in surprise.

“It's 1pm” Felix chuckled and leaned forward, disheveling even more your hair “Seems like you had a great night of sleep” He teased.

“Shut up” You used your pillow to hit him.

“My head hurts” Hyunjin complained and Felix touched his forehead.

“Poor baby, c'mon. Let's eat some lunch, you're gonna feel better” He pouted at the brunette.

As a big fan of their bromance, deep down you were loving the private hyunlix session, but you had to stop watching their chat to go to the bathroom. 

Downstairs, Seungmin and Han were finishing settling the table, the delicious aroma of the food made you float towards the dinner table. After enjoying your meal, you offered to wash the dishes, and while you were drying the plates, something small and shining on the counter island caught your attention.

“Is it mine…” Your fingers were just about to touch the ring when Hyunjin covered it with his hand and pulled it to him.

“It's mine now” His smirk didn't meet his eyes as he put the ring on. Felix and Jisung rescued the jewel earlier this morning.

“Yeah, of course” You whispered, looking down, it would be too much audacity of yours to do that whole scene and still want the ring back.

You weren’t even together anymore. 

You weren’t even together anymore,

wow, it's real and official now.

~ {♡} ~ 

Every night after work you grabbed your fluffy blanket, something good to eat and snuggled up on the couch to keep up with C34 like it was Netflix. As if it was a stupid trick of destiny, nothing happened.

Day after day, Chae-hee seemed to be… Lovely, with the girls. 

Hugging them, hyping them up, bringing them water and snacks, that Chae-hee made you wonder if you were overreacting, if what you saw that day was just an isolated event, but what about the other times Na-yeon seemed to be hurt? It couldn’t be a coincidence.

And it wasn't. 

One night, you were smiling, watching Minho and Na-yeon chatting, then he gave her a quick kiss before running out, the girls appeared minutes later. Your smile stayed in your face as you watched them dancing, they were really good.

Their song was catchy and you were dancing on your spot when it happened, Chae-hee pushed Na-yeon down and the girl fell on her butt. You stopped and leaned closer, paying attention you saw Chae-hee was yelling at her, then another member approached and helped Na-yeon get up, you recognized her it was Ha-ri, she said something to Chae-hee and then covered herself with her arms as Chae-hee stepped up ready to smack her.

You clicked a few times and then the video was saved on the cloud. Your gaze went to the calendar, marked with a star was the date of their presentation pre-debut, which meant they would do a pocket show for the big names in the industry, a little warm up before the actual debut, a little something before their names would drop and their faces would be all over the internet. 

~ {♡} ~ 

“Relax, you're gonna do great!” Minho whispered in Na-yeon's ear, he was hugging her when you walked in.

You laughed slightly when he broke away from her, tapping her shoulder.

“Uh, I'm going to meet up with the boys. Keep up, fighting!” You both waved him bye and you turned to face a tomato-like Na-yeon.

“Ohh, special support from the boys? Sounds nice” You said cheekly and Na-yeon waved her hand in a silent plea for you to stop teasing her and you chuckled.

“So, where's the girls?” You leaned against the vanity, absentmindedly playing with the makeup brushes with your fingers.

“They went grab something to eat and will be here soon” Na-yeon sat on the little couch there and you realized her shoulders were trembling slightly.

“Don't be nervous, Na-ye. Everything will work fine, I saw you dancing and you're really good” You smiled at her and she smiled back.

Na-yeon opened her group's chat and saw a picture Chae-hee sent of the boys waiting for their presentation, the older one made a heart around Hyunjin and sent a screenshot of a text where she basically intimated him to come. She sighed, putting her phone down.

“Y/n, can we meet up for a coffee later?” Na-yeon said shyly, fidgeting the hem of her skirt.

“Sure, I would love to! Coffee's on me, let's celebrate your debut” Seeing Na-yeon's shyness, you assumed she finally gathered courage to share what was happening in her group.

Maybe she was finally ready to ask for help? This would be such a sweet surprise to her, you both would celebrate Chae-hee's departure, but you couldn’t tell her that yet.

But Na-yeon didn't plan on talking about the abuse she has been suffering, the reason she invited you was because she thought you were a good person and didn't deserve what Chae-hee did to you and Hyunjin, so she'd tell you what really happened during their time in Australia.

The door opened and you saw the girls entering, giggling and teasing each other, Chae-hee smirked when she saw you.

“Y/n, what a nice surprise. Came to support us?”

“I wouldn’t miss it for anything” Your smile was genuine, you were really eager to watch them on stage.

You checked on your phone, just a few more minutes.

“Well, guess I'm going. See you later girls, fighting!” You stood up and waved for them, Chae-hee was still smirking, she had no idea.

You met the boys at the auditorium, and it would be a lie if you said it didn't hurt when you saw Hyunjin was there. Okay, all of the Stray Kids were there, but still.

“Hey y/nnie, come sit with us!” Chan beckoned at you, Hyunjin acted as if you weren’t even there as you passed him by.

You sat down beside Jeongin, Hyunjin was two chairs away, you avoided looking at him until the lights were out. 

He had the same idea, peeking over to check on you while you weren’t looking.

“Hello, we're LuaX and we are going to show you our first song, please enjoy it” Chae-hee said shyly, it was insane how different and fake she looked on stage.

Their first mv started being played on the big screen, it was good, they went for a domestic style, mostly of the scenes being filmed by them and it seemed to please the audience. 

Everybody clapped when it ended and then another video started, ‘get to meet the girls from LuaX', some claps and whistles could be heard as flashes of clips from each girl appeared, until it all turned into a full black screen and Ha-ri's name appeared blinking, starting her introduction. 

After Ha-ri, it was Na-yeon's turn and then Chae-hee, you shifted on your seat. It started like the others, showing little Chae-hee dancing in a school presentation, more videos of her dancing as she grew up until the screen went black again and stayed like this for a minute. The staff exchanged worried glances, imagining it was a malfunction.

“What are you doing? Fix it!” Chae-hee whispered between gritted teeth to the intern who was in control of the laptop.

As the boy was about to tap on the keyboard, the image appeared again, but instead of the interview with Chae-hee, what appeared on the screen made everybody gasp. 

Footage of Chae-hee abusing not only Na-yeon, but the others too, yelling at them, harshly stumbling on them during their dances making them fall, gripping them by their arms…

“What the fuck is this? Turn this off, now!” She hissed at the intern and he clicked over and over, but nothing happened. 

Desperate, Chae-hee went to him, palms slamming the keyboard, but the images were still up, so she looked around and ran to pull the plug, the last image appearing was her pushing Na-yeon. 

“I… I can explain… I…” The lights were turned on, Chae-hee stared desperately at everyone watching, but something inside her clicked when her gaze met yours, the smirk on your lips telling her all she needed to know.

She stormed away from the stage, the whispers filled the room, Hyunjin noticed you chuckling lightly, he was shocked. Hong-jo went to hug Na-yeon, checking if she was alright and the girl nodded, then she looked at you and you smiled, she understood it right away too.

~ {♡} ~

“I still can't believe you exposed Chae-hee, I could never imagine we were being filmed” Na-yeon blushed slightly, playing with the straw of her caramel latte. 

You softly chuckled because you knew she was wondering if you saw her and Minho too.

“I had to gather proof because it was a serious accusation” You leaned forward, whispering “But don’t worry, I made sure to save only those parts, all the rest was deleted” 

“What happens to us now? Aren’t we going to debut anymore, is LuaX ruined forever?” She asked after thinking for a moment, was her dream ruined?

“No, no. You, Hari and Ji-soo will debut, don’t worry” Na-yeon smiled, relieved.

“You'll just have to work a lot and harder, because there will be need to erase every single trace of Chae-hee” 

“Thank you, for helping me…” Na-yeon smiled shyly “The girls appreciate it too, they just aren’t here because I needed to talk to you in private” 

“Is there anything wrong?” You put your mocha latte down and looked at her with concern.

“It's about you and Hyunjin” She picked her phone and unlocked it, opening the chat app.

“Oh, Na-ye, I'm sorry but I don’t wanna talk about him today” You looked down and Na-yeon touched your hand.

“No, y/n. It’s really important, listen, please” She said softly and then she clicked play on the audio Chae-hee sent to her a couple days ago.

Your stomach twisted as you heard Chae-hee describing what happened after she took Hyunjin upstairs, followed by her plan of adding only you to her close friends, that way nobody could contest her and you'd break up with him. Hyunjin was telling the truth and you didn't believe him.

“That's why he was acting so nonchalant about it…” You murmured to yourself, feeling the tears coming.

“We had a fight and he said nothing happened, and still I didn’t believe him” You covered your face with your hands, crying.

“Oh y/nnie, it's not your fault, I'd fall for her tricks too” Na-yeon tried to calm you down.

“I didn’t believe him and now he doesn't want me anymore, he said I was a waste of his time” You cried and Na-yeon reached out, gently tapping your arm.

“He's ignoring me, he's probably already dating her now” 

“No, no, they aren’t together, I can guarantee you” Na-yeon shook her head.

“Chae-hee's mad af because she wanted to give him another chance after the er… incident, but he keeps turning her down” She whispered and you felt a little relief.

“He still likes you, y/nnie. Minho told me Hyunjin talks about you a lot” She blushed at the mention of Minho, and omitted the part where Hyunjin's talks about you were all complainings, all that mattered was that he was thinking about you, right?

~ {♡} ~

Hyunjin was surprised, he knew Chae-hee was nice to him because she wanted to pull down his boxers, but he didn’t think she was such a bitch. And he still had no idea what she did to him that night, all he remembered was her helping him get to his room and then Felix changing the sheets and taking care of his drunk ass.

Chae-hee leaving was the hot tea on the halls of JYP, no one knew who manipulated the video, but most of the people praised the one who did, saying if they had the chance, they would do the same. Hyunjin would smirk walking down the halls, he knew it was you right away.

So that was that mysterious work thing you didn't want to tell him. He was still hurt because of that, and a lot of other things too, the top on his list was you not believing him, that’s why he has been ignoring you and pretending you didn't exist, and he thought he was doing a great job at it, but the boys wouldn’t agree since he couldn’t stop talking about you. 

The girls from LuaX were super busy recording their songs again and changing choreographies, but the days were much better now, without a trace of Chae-hee. You were relieved to walk around the company and not run into her anymore, not big on believing in energies and stuff, but the vibes definitely felt better without her there.

Speaking of vibes, yours weren’t the best as you finished packing for Japan. You tried for the last time to change it, but it didn't work, so you were here, zipping up your last suitcase. 

You checked everything in the house one last time, all good, then went out to wait for Felix, you'd both head to the airport together, the boys flew the day before and he stayed because he had an event to attend on the date.

Leaning on your back on the wall, waiting outside on the street, you sighed when you realized your headphone ran out of battery. As you were putting it back inside your purse, a familiar voice shouting your name caught your attention.

“Chae-hee?” You blinked as you watched her hard steps towards your direction. How the hell did she know where you lived?

“You bitch, I know it was you who made that video!” Chae-hee kept shouting and pointing at you, she was coming closer now.

“Yeah, it was me. Did you like my editing skills?” You scoffed, crossing your arms in front of your body and grinning at her.

Chae-hee closed her hand into a fist and groaned as she advanced towards you, in a quick move, you grabbed her fist mid air as it was about to hit your face and smirked. 

“Chae-hee… were you going to punch me?” You pouted, grip on her wrist getting tighter as you shook your head feigning disbelief “I thought we were friends? Close friends even” You mocked. 

“Ughh, let me go!” She tried to pull her hand, and you thought for a moment, you weren’t planning on it, but you saw the car parking near you, so you had to, you needed to take the ride.

Unfortunately, that wasn't yours.

“Bitch!” Chae-hee spat, massaging her bruised wrist after you pushed her away, letting go of her hand.

Chae-hee came ready to punch you again, trying to catch you off guard. 

“Bitch, don’t you ever try to lay a finger on me again!” You said through gritted teeth as you grabbed her wrist again and lifted her arm, at the same time in a swift move you used your dominating hand to punch her on cheek. 

A strangled sound came out of Chae-hee's lips and she fell down, she touched her face, it was stinging really bad and red, you took a step and leaned down, grabbing a fistful of her hair and forcing her to look at you. 

“And just so you know, this one was for what you did to Hyunjin. If you wanna keep that pretty face intact, don’t ever get near him again!” You pushed her and she trembled.

“Now get out of here!” You ordered and she crawled backwards a few steps and then awkwardly stood up and ran away.

You sighed, rubbing your temples, the rush of adrenaline slowing down and you were realizing what happened, your hand hurted.

“Y/nnie, are you alright?” You jolted when you turned around and saw Felix walking up to you.

“Lixie, oh my God. For how long were you here?” 

“Long enough” He chuckled and pulled you into a hug. 

“Oh, that’s embarrassing” You said shyly, hiding your face on his chest.

“Don't be, it was good. You learned it really well” He chuckled. 

When you asked Felix to teach you some taekwondo moves, you were just playing around, but in the end turns out it was very useful.

“Thanks to my Sensei” 

“This is for karate, in taekwondo we say Sabomnim” He pinched your cheeks.

“Then thanks Sabomnim!” You said cheekly.

“That's better. Now, let's go, I don’t want you picking more fights on the streets” He disheveled your hair, and you groaned. 

~ {♡} ~

The moment you stepped in Japan, you changed your mind, you were glad you came, as you looked out of the window, you were excited to go out and explore it all, although fitting your list of places to go and things to do was a real challenge with the busy agenda of the boys.

You and Hyunjin? Well… it was complicated.

In the perfect world, you'd run into his arms as soon as you'd step into the hotel, and you'd tell him all about your talk with Na-yeon and later would be at his room showing how sorry you were for not believing in him. Unfortunately, life wasn't a fanfic and he reminded you that when he ignored you as he passed you by.

But as the days went by, something changed, Hyunjin even quickly grinned at you at the Versace store, during the event he participated and if your mind wasn't tricking you, he murmured to the pinkish fluffly plushie he won, that his new additional's name was now ‘y/nnie’. 

When you texted Heyoon about it, she told you not to get your hopes up - too late. You knew she just wanted to protect you from another heartbreak, one more and you could request a song on that TV show where players who score 3 gols get their favorite song played, but what if this time it worked out?

What's the saying? Third time’s a charm? 

Yeah, maybe you could request a song, after all, but a romantic instead of a sad one. 

~ {♡} ~ 

Few things made you so happy as day offs, sleeping until noon, going to eat out, shopping, today was the day. You smiled as you checked your phone, the time marked 12:20 when you woke up, no alarm, no messages, no notifications, just silence and peace, wow, when was the last time you felt that?

You sat down, lazily stirring up and went jumping to the bathroom, thinking about the stuff you had planned for today. Your day was going great, you checked out almost all of your list, you realized as you placed your purchases on your bed, admiring all the shopping bags laying there.

And to end it perfectly, time to relax, you said to yourself as you walked though the hotel heading to the hot tub. Your smile got wider when you saw the sign written Relax & Enjoy, oh you'd definitely would.

Your eyes sparked when you opened the door, unraveling the coziness inside, the room was large, floor and walls made of wooden with two walls made fully of glass, presenting a beautiful view of a garden, the trees offering privacy to the guests that can enjoy the hot tub or just light up some incenses and meditate on the lilac futon, adorned with fluffy cushions, you wondered if it was okay to take a nap there later. 

You lit some lavender incenses, then kneeled  down, pressing some buttons and stood up again, you let the white robe slid down your figure and you stepped into the hot tub, wetting your foot slowly, testing the temperature before lowering your body down in the warm water, sitting down.

Sighing, would be a lie if you said you didn't wish Hyunjin was there with you, thinking about him made you realize, you haven’t seen or heard from him or any of the boys the whole day. 

“Wow, I can even hear my thoughts, nice” You giggled, leaning back and closing your eyes “So peaceful…”

Being so relaxed, you were almost napping right there, but your peace didn't last long. You didn't hear the crack of the door opening or the footsteps walking where you were, until you heard the sound of giggling and the water splashing around.

“Spoke too soon” You rolled your eyes after opening them and seeing Jeongin, Han and Felix sitting down around you. 

“C'mon, don’t act like you weren't missing us” And there he was, sitting down in front of you, that annoying grin playing on his lips. Your heart skipped a beat.

The whole time, you tried and failed to look away from him, and Hyunjin would often chuckle, not because he thought what one of the boys said was funny, but because he could see his effect on you. The struggle was real, and the boys were noticing too, giggling and exchanging looks.

After what felt like hours, the boys decided to leave, their smirks were unnoticed by you as one by one they stood up, waving you goodbye. You looked at Hyunjin and he shook his head, not making a move to leave, great, you thought.

You laid your head back down and closed your eyes, his soft giggle made you feel butterflies. 

“Heard you punched Chae-hee because of me” Hyunjin broke the silence after some time, you weren’t seeing it, but you knew the smirk was there.

“It was…” You started saying, but he interrupted.

“Really hot…” You looked at him as he approached you “Felix showed me the video, that punch was really good, wish I was there to witness in person” 

“Oh c'mon” You covered your face, embarrassed that Felix filmed the whole thing and especially that Hyunjin watched it. 

“Admit it, you've been wanting to do this since you laid your eyes on her” He teased you, closer now.

You giggled, but nodded, your face still covered.

“I knew it” He chuckled, gently pulling your hands down.

“What are you doing?” You whispered as he held your hands and placed them over his shoulders, leaning closer. You wondered if he could hear your heart beating faster.

“Something you're dying for me to do, since the show last night” He said cocky and before you could say anything, his lips pressed against yours.

Hyunjin's hands went to your waist, pulling you close to him as he teased your bottom lip with his tongue, you gave him entrance and wrapped your arms around his neck, he smiled against your lips when he felt you coming up to sit on his lap, a soft sound escaped your lips as his big hands reached your ass, gripping the flesh hard, pulling you even closer, he groaned as it made you grind against him. 

It felt good, he did it again and again, his hands guiding your hips, while his lips left yours to make a trail of kisses on your neck, going straight to the spots he knew you were more sensitive, licking and sucking on the skin. 

The way you moaned so softly, digging your nails on his shoulder, dragging your pussy up and down on his bulge, adjusting yourself, he knew you were about to come soon and if he didn’t do something quick, he would too.

You whined in protest when he held you in place, stopping your moves and it made him chuckle.

“Oh I'm sorry, did I interrupt your fun?” He chuckled teasingly. 

“Jagiya” He chuckled again, finding your annoyance cute, but he wouldn’t tease you further, not today…

Hyunjin moved you, making you straddle his leg, tensing up his thigh, he helped to adjust you and gave your butt another squeeze, before you started grinding on him again.

You leaned forward, kissing his neck, moans muffled against his wet skin as you kept going, his hands roamed all over your body, until they stopped by the strings of your bikini, working quick to untie them, letting the piece float on the water, hands cupping your breasts, thumbs teasing the sensitive buds. Your legs started getting shaky and your moves sloppy, Hyunjin held you by your hips, guiding your moves as he knew by the way your moans were getting louder and your body tensing up, you were about to come. 

And you did, holding tight onto him, burying your face on his shoulder, you gave it a delicate kiss, lips lightly brushing against his skin, nibbling on it as you came down from your high.

“Let’s move to the fuck futon” He whispered in your ear before lightly nibbling your earlobe, making you shiver. 

“It's not a futon for fucking, oh my God” You murmured under your breath, embarrassed and he chuckled.

Hyunjin gently pushed you off him and you stood up, followed by him and both walked to the futon, you couldn’t help but smile as he sprawled out a towel on it, before beckoning for you to lay down. You obliged, and he kneeled in front of you, hands running up your thighs until they reached your bikini bottom, his fingers hooked on the waistband, watching in awe as his hands slowly pulled the fabric down your thighs until it reached your ankles and then it was tossed behind him. 

“So pretty” He whispered and twiched inside his swimtrucks, that grin appearing.

You wasted no time in wrapping your arms around him when he crawled on top of you, slotting between your legs, he kissed you and his hand started exploring your body again, gripping on your waist, your curves, until it slid down to your thigh, he alternated between caressing and squeezing the flesh, the kiss getting deeper as his touch got bolder, fingertips slowly making their way to your inner thigh, until it reached your middle.

Your own hands explored his body too, feeling his muscles up, pulling him closer, your fingers digged on his biceps as he slid his fingers between your folds, then pressed on your clit, starting to rub lazy circles on it. Hyunjin smirked, feeling how wet you were already, and you moaned against his mouth, nibbling his bottom lip as his finger slid inside you. He pumped it a few times before adding a new one, his lips making a trail of wet kisses to your jaw, then your neck and going down.

“Jinnie…” You moaned a little louder, when he found that sweet spot inside you. 

“Here?” His fingers curled up, and his lips attached to your nipple, tongue swirling around the hardening bud, before he started sucking. 

You nodded, a little breathless, your hand went to his hair, fingers carding through his locks and his free hand slid up, fondling your breast, while he sucked on the other. 

“Don't stop…” You pleaded, hips moving against his fingers that were pumping in and out quickly, his lips latching on your other breast, he kept alternating between them. 

Hyunjin withdrew his fingers and started to rub on your clit, he could tell you were about to come again, from the lightly trembling of your body under him, the way you pulled him closer and kept lifting your hips again.

Just one more rub and you'd be gone, he softly chuckled, when you protested as he stoped his moves completely. You groaned in frustation.

“Ah, don’t worry. You're gonna cum…” He brought his coated fingers to your mouth, slowly sliding the digits inside, your eyes locked with his as you licked his fingers clean off your juices. He smirked and stood up. “...but around my cock”

You watched his hands working fast to get rid of his clothing, clenching around nothing as you saw the pinkish tip glistening with precum. He looked at you, biting into his lower lip as he stroked himself a few times before finding his way back between your legs.

He dragged his cock over your slit, hissing as he coated the length with your arousal. Hyunjin stared at you as his tip teased your entrance, and you nodded slightly, he leaned down, capturing your lips as he slid in slowly, opening you up inch by inch. 

Even though he prepared you with his fingers, it still burned as he got in, your nails digging on his back and your eyes closed, Hyunjin caressed your cheek and started peppering kisses all over your face and your lips, distracting you as he pushed up until he bottomed out. 

The kisses kept going, slowly and sweet. He stood still, letting you adjust to him before he started moving, slowly the burning sensation was disappearing.

“Too big, Jinnie…” Your sweet cry made him push deeper, grinning against your lips.

“Shhh, it's alright. You take me so well, baby” He picked up the pace, going faster.

He held your thigh, lifting it up, the new angle letting him reach deeper, yours and his moans filling up the room. Your nails scraped his back and he hissed with the mix of pleasure and pain.

“So fucking tight” He groaned and you instinctively clenched around him “Oh shit” 

Hyunjin leaned in, sucking on your breast again, earning more moans from you as he moved fast, angling his hips to hit that spot that made you see stars as you moved against him, meeting his thrusts.

He made a trail of wet kisses up until he reached your lips, swallowing your moans, you held him tight against you, clenching more around him and pushing him closer to the edge, so his hand reached between you, finding your clit and rubbing circles against the bundle of nerves. Your sweet moans getting louder and more desperate were like music to his ears.

“I love you” The words easily slipped out of your lips when he broke the kiss, it wasn't a reflection of your foggy mind, consumed by the pleasure he was giving to you. You truly meant it. 

“I love you too” His words made your heart fluster, and you pulled him closer again, passionately kissing him. 

“Jinnie… please” You cried out, breaking the kiss. 

“I've got you, doll. You can cum, now” He rubbed faster.

A thing he loved about you, how easily he could make you cum, it was both exciting and endearing for him, every time he felt you were about to, he would slow down his thrusts and his fingers moves, forcing you to last longer, but now that he was almost gone too, he would let you go all the way. 

“Jinnie, oh shit!” Your legs started trembling, followed by your body, your nails dug on him as you came, almost making him come too, from all the clenching so hard around him. 

He kept rubbing your clit as you came down from your high, his thrusts were getting sloppy and his balls tightening. You noticed when Hyunjin started pulling out.

“Don't you dare!” You said through gritted teeth, wrapping your legs tight around his waist, locking him in.

His eyes widened as he looked at you with surprise, damn, he thought that was hot, he quickly picked up the pace again. Hard, fast, deep.

He groaned against your neck and you felt the warm, white ropes of his release filling you up. You embraced him, legs still wrapped around his waist, keeping him close as he still thrusted a few more times, not letting one drop go to waste. 

The moans were replaced by “I love you's” and the sound of breaths hitched, hearts beating rapidly and in sync, you kissed his hair when he collapsed on top of you, lying his head on your chest. 

~ {♡} ~

You were nervous, after the fog of the moment dismissed. You knew you both would have to talk, you still needed to apologise to him, make everything clear, and all, plus there was a not so small train of thoughts creeping in the back of your head, what if it was a spur of the moment thing? What if he would change his mind after he kisses you goodnight and leaves you at your door? What if he would come back to his senses and ignore you the next day?

Luckily, all those worries were pushed away as he pulled you closer against him, his grip tight on your waist as he moaned, burying himself into your tight heat. 

You hated waking up early in the morning, but that day, you couldn’t be happier to be woken by him. Spooning you, his hard on pressed against your butt, lips teasing your neck, lazily licking and sucking on the skin, and hand shoved under your pajama top, cupping your breast, of course.  

“Damn, doll. This pussy's perfect, just made for me” His thrusts were getting sloppy, and you gripped the sheets, his hand rubbing circles against your clit, making you cry out, calling his name as you came for the second time in the morning.

He came shortly after, gripping on your hips and holding you in place as he filled you up, and as you watched him swing off the bed, admiring his cute little butt as he went to the bathroom, to grab a washcloth to clean you both, you couldn’t help but smile. You could get used to this.  

Turns out, your trip to Japan was amazing.

You realized that as you two spent the last day there exploring and enjoying your time together, like you used to imagine it would be. No, it was better, because this time it was real.

Was real in the way his fingers intertwined with yours, as you walked on the streets; in the sweet sound of his giggles when you said something that he found funny; in the way his eyes sparked when something caught his attention; in the warmth of his embrace, as you watched the sunset in a park before heading back to the hotel. 

And it was perfect, as you received a goodnight kiss, and snuggled up against him to sleep again. 

~ {♡} ~

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A smiling and sweet old lady said to the camera, as she walked in joining a small group of people standing in the field, holding baskets, each one had a variety of fruit. A girl, wearing a denim jumpsuit, with a straw hat to conceal her face and a basket full of apples, stepped forward.

Take care of your health, start the new year in the right way, with Organic Life. 

You didn't need to see the hat being gone by the wind to recognize that voice, but the scene made everyone in the living room laugh, watching her desperate frown for being recognized, a short desperate shot where you could clearly see she was dropping the basket before the ad ended. 

“So, what is it? Chae-hee's an actress now?” Seungmin wondered, switching the tv channel.

“I thought she was banned from the industry, after everything that happened” Chaeryeong

commented, snuggling up against Changbin on the couch.

“And she is!” Na-yeon picked her mug from the coffee table “That's actually her family's farm, she was forced to get back with them because nobody wanted to sign her” She had a smirk as she said that, ever since Na-yeon knew Chae-hee, the older always told her how much she hated the country life, and that she would leave and never look back. 

“Well, she can be the cows’ idol now” Minho shrugged and everyone laughed.

The group was reunited at Han and Minho's place to celebrate the New Year's. It’s been some weeks since you came back from Japan, you were suppose to be used to reality by now, but as you felt Hyunjin suddenly wrap his arms around your waist, hugging you from behind and nuzzling his nose against your neck, you giggled and realized you were still in a daydreaming state. 

He turned you to face him, everyone gathered in the living room, the last presentation of the night ended and now the singers were starting the countdown. 

10, 9, 8�� 

The bright and big numbers flashed on the screen. 

7, 6, 5, 4… You wrapped your arms around his neck, both smiling as you leaned closer. 

3, 2, 1… Your lips finally connected, happy New Year! 

Same night, last year, you were at a party that Heyoon dragged you, closing your eyes and making a wish as the clock hit midnight. Now, one year later, your wish came true.

You and Hyunjin were embracing at the balcony, watching the fireworks.

“Give me your hand” Hyunjin grabbed your wrist and you watched intently as he took his - yours - ring off of his finger.

“I believe this belongs with you” He smirked, sliding the band on yours, then he gazed at you “Just stay away from bin's this time around, okay?” 

“Oh wait, wait!” Han stood up and rushed inside, you watched with confusion. 

Jisung came back a minute later, waving a tiny bottle, you identified what it was when he approached you.

“Super glue?” Hyunjin's eyes widened, surprised.

“Just to make sure” Jisung explained, trying to grab your hand but you pulled back.

“Hey!” You protected your hand, eyebrows narrowing at him before turning to Hyunjin, your tone soft as you talked to him “Don't worry, this ring's never leaving again” 

“It better not, although Jisung's idea isn't so bad” He teased you and you slapped his arm. 

Later that night, the subtle sound of clothes begin discarded on the floor, kissing, giggling and whispering were filling your room. 

“Thank you, for the ring and for letting me love you again” You whispered between the kisses you were peppering on his face, the last being on his lips.

“I'm the one who should thank you, for coming back to my life” He smiled so sweetly, gently caressing your cheek with his thumb, before swiftly rolling you both, lying on top of you and capturing your lips again.

Maybe it's right, maybe wishes do come true, if you wish hard enough.

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Practice On Me — Azriel x Reader

Summary: Young Azriel (twenty years old) in Windhaven. A deliciously cliche trope that’s always fun to write. You and Az are close friends, and that’s why he trusts you with a certain insecurity. And also why you come up with an interesting solution. Doesn’t mean it’s necessarily a good idea, though…

Word count: 4.5k.

Warnings: None.

These nights are cold and unforgiving.

The snow began hammering down in silent droves a couple of hours before. A thick layer of it now blankets the ground and paints the Windhaven camp a brutal white that makes you glance at the boots on your feet. Basic, brown boots that will be soaked and frozen by the time you reach your shoddy hovel of a house. You should have left at the sight of the first snowflake that kissed the ground.

But Rhysand’s mother’s cottage is warm and cosy in a way that yours isn’t. It lulls you to sit back rather than sit up, the fire crackling away in the corner and the smell of spilled ale tinging the air, Cassian’s clumsiness, of course. Your friends eyeball each other around the table, and this game of cards has been going on for too long, and you think your eyes might be growing heavy. If you don’t muster the energy to walk home now, you’ll regret it.

“I’m out.” You announce wisely, eyeing the pitiful deal of cards in your hands. You pile them atop of the table, stretching your arms above your head. The game continues around you.

Playing cards with Rhysand, Cassian and Azriel is always a little amusing — seeing them transform from boisterous, drunken fools to serious, suspicious competitors. They study each other across the top of their cards as if there are any real takings to be had by the winner — but Rhysand’s mother would have your heads if you actually gambled under her roof, so a pile of plastic buttons it is.

Certainly not an incentive to stay any longer.

You stand from your chair, earning curious looks from your three friends. To them, the night is young, at least while Rhys’s mother isn’t here to berate you about the late hour — two, three o’clock, perhaps — but to you, with an unpleasant journey across the camp still to be completed, the night is very much old and very much over.

“I’m heading home before the weather gets any worse.” You announce, plucking your jacket from the back of your chair. “Enjoy the rest of your game, ladies.”

Cassian snorts and Rhys studies his cards once more, ever the serious player, but it’s Azriel — Azriel, who places his dealt hand face-down on the table and also stands from his seat.

“I’ll walk with you.” He announces. Your other two friends don’t so much as bat an eyelash at the offer, because it’s a regular one, one you’ve heard a thousand times and one you know not to politely protest.

Azriel is your closest friend in this gods-forsaken place. And he will genuinely plunge a dagger into his heart before allowing you to brave your walk home alone.

So, you wait by the door as he shucks his jacket on, sliding warm gloves over his scarred hands. And then you’re opening the door, and a savage flurry of snow is pelting your face like it’s been waiting to attack.

“Fucking hell, close the door.” Cass grouses. “It’s glacial out there.”

As if, as Illyrians, the four of you aren’t used to the brutal temperatures. You roll your eyes at his whining and shove your hands into your pockets, before planting a boot into the thick layer of snow already on the ground. You grimace at how little protection your shoes afford you. Twenty years you’ve lived here. You should know better, be more prepared. Hopefully you can make it home before your feet turn to blocks of ice.

“Goodnight, assholes.” You call over your shoulder, and your friends momentarily break from their poker faces to return the sentiment. “Love you!”, Cassian calls, and “Keep warm!”, Rhysand reminds you, and then Azriel is following you out of the door.

“Cass is definitely losing that game.” The Shadowsinger immediately sidles close to you, his side pressed against yours. It doesn’t do much against the glowering cold, but it’s a comfort.

“I’m sure we’ll be able to hear it across the camp the moment he realises.” You breathe a laugh, curling in on yourself. Not only is the temperature simply unpleasant, but it also causes you pain — any extreme weather seems to make the ruined remains of your clipped wings twinge. You search for a subject to distract yourself from the sensation. “How come you didn’t invite Kaeda tonight?”

The name of Azriel’s recent interest has him angling himself towards you, snowflakes catching in his hair. He raises a dark eyebrow. “We’ve not moved past the casual stage yet. Certainly not enough to subject her to Cassian’s company.”

“Shame. It’d be nice to have another female around.” Rhysand’s cousin, Mor, sometimes comes to visit, and you have a few good female friends around the camp, but in your closest circle, you’re a little outnumbered.

Something that didn’t seem to matter so much when you were all younglings making mischief. But you’re adults now. Things are different. You are different.

Azriel presses his arm into yours. “If things progress, I’ll bring her to meet the three of you.”

That’d be nice, you think. To have another friend, and to see Azriel happy. See him appreciated. He deserves to be appreciated.

“And are they?” You press back. “Progressing?”

It’s then that there’s the slightest shift in his demeanour. Anyone else might not catch it — he’s the Shadowsinger, after all, and damn well guarded and cryptic and good at hiding what he’s thinking, feeling. But you’ve known him since you were mere, little runts, and you know every little mannerism.

Even in the freezing cold, Azriel blushes. Turns coy.

“What?” You urge, trying and failing to read him.

He gives a half-hearted shrug. “I want to kiss her.”

“Then why don’t you?

“I want to do it right. I don’t…I don’t want to fuck it up.”

The concern seems like a baseless one. You’re sure Azriel has kissed people before, although he’s always been considerably more reserved than Cassian and Rhys when it comes to females, and you’re not certain how far he’s ever gone. Of all the things you talk about, this isn’t usually one of them. You’re not sure why.

But you’ll help, if possible. You mull over his words as the two of you crunch through thick snow, more and more of it seeping into your useless shoes. The soles of them are worn, and you need a new pair, but you can ill afford it right now. Eventually, the cold starts to get painful, and you stop for a moment, leaning on Az’s arm as you swear quietly.

“There’s no way you’re making it home in those.” He’s totally right, of course. “I told you to get new ones.”

“And I told you, I can’t afford them.” Your toes are numb, now.

“I could fly you straight to your door—”

“Az, you know you can’t.” You sigh; the two of you have had this conversation countless times, because Az takes your safety very seriously indeed. “My father won’t like it.”

It’s not like your father isn’t aware that you’ve been friends with Az and the others since you were youngsters. But as you’ve gotten older, he’s only gotten more paranoid. The last person in the godsdamn universe he would want to think about you having relations with is any of your three closest friends. And if he so much as catches a whiff of them at your door, one of you is sure to pay for it.

Azriel knows you’re right, even if he doesn’t like it. He curses under his breath, and then his arms are snaking around you. “Alright. Hold on to me.”

“What are you…” You cling to him as much as your frozen fingers will allow. He’s always a little warmer than you are, and the feeling is pleasant. As pleasant as his scent is. So naturally, you press closer to him.

“We’ll go to the mead hall.” Azriel explains. “No one will be there now, but the hearths will still be warm. We can spend the night there, and I’ll fly you home in the morning when your father has left for the forge.”

The mead hall is where the Illyrian families across the camp congregate almost nightly to eat their dinner and learn of camp news. It mostly becomes an unpleasant atmosphere, with the males drinking too much and at least one fight certain to break out. You try to attend as little as possible, opting to eat your meals elsewhere, usually in the company of your friends, but your father sometimes insists that you accompany him and drag his drunken ass back home afterwards.

At this time of night, though, the brutes will have been long kicked out and sent home. The cooks will have followed soon after, and the only remaining presence in the long hall is the heat that filled the place. The mere thought of it is a mouthwatering one.

Unsurprisingly, it’s locked, and unsurprisingly, Azriel and his shadows get the door open as if it isn’t. He places you down in the entrance, and you’re immediately heading through to the mammoth dining hall, the warmth breathing out at you and thawing your frozen skin.

Az’s boots thud on the wooden floor after you, leaving little patches of melting snow in his wake. “I’ll get another fire going.”

You hop up onto one of the long wooden tables, first kicking off your sodden shoes and then stuffing your socks into them. You wiggle your toes, trying to generate some warmth into your pinkened feet.

You watch Azriel from across the room. The strands of his dark hair are damp and falling into his eyes, his skin cold-bitten. Sometimes, in moments like these, it stuns you how beautiful your closest friend is. You suppose it’s easy to forget, sometimes, when you’ve known somebody for so long; easy to become desensitised to their beauty. But looking at him like this, you’re sure he must have a whole line of suitors — both female and male — vying for his attention. Even if it’s something he never talks about.

To you, he’s just Az. And you can’t help snorting quietly as he so predictably scoops your shoes and socks up and places them by the fire he has lit.

A mother hen, truly.

“You should start to warm up any second.” He says, traipsing back over to where you’re sat. He slots himself between your legs, and his warmed hands cup your face. “I’m going to buy you a new pair of boots.”

“No you’re not.” You immediately quip, narrowing your eyes up at him. “I’ll buy them when my father chooses to pay me.”

You know it ticks him off — he, like the other adult males, gets a semi-decent wage for his commitment to the Illyrian army, the hours of training he puts in. You, on the other hand, might spend hours — days — helping out in your father’s forge, using the skills you’ve observed from him, and you’ll still only see the flash of a coin on a rare day that he decides he tolerates having a daughter, and that you’re not so bad, after all.

Hence why Azriel can afford a pair of boots, and you can’t. But you’ll not take his money.

So, you change the subject, relaxing into the pleasant sensation of his shadows tickling your skin, warming you. “Why would you fuck it up?”

Azriel’s face turns blank. “What?”

“You said you don’t want to fuck up kissing Kaeda. Why do you think you would?”

He stares back at you for a beat. And then his cheeks darken imperceptibly — nothing to do with the cold.

It surprises you. Az can be coy; shy, even. He’s the quietest of the three males in your circle. A pensive observer, never having much to say but certainly always having much to think about. And you know he has his insecurities, things that bother him, but he’s mostly sure of himself. Knows his power, his strength.

You’re not quite used to him balking from a subject. Becoming flustered by it.

“Has anyone complained about your technique before?” You cock an eyebrow, already knowing that no, they absolutely haven’t. Azriel has very full, kissable lips — something you’ve observed a couple of times before. In a totally platonic way, of course. Totally.

“I didn’t say that,” he lowers his gaze, “I—”

“Just go for it.” You reach up, pinching his flushed cheek between your fingers. “Jump right in and land one on Kaeda. Impress her with your kissing prowess—”

“You,” he tugs your hand away, “are so annoying—”

“The rest will naturally follow when you have your tongue in her mouth. Trust me. And then you’ll be wondering why you were worried in the first place—”

“Except that I’ve never kissed anybody before.”

Immediately, you fall still.

He may as well have shouted the words, from how loudly they seem to echo through the hall.

You stare up at your dear friend, and you blink. Wait for the punchline. Wait for a teasing grin to tug at the corner of his lips — something that very few people other than you get to witness — and for him to tell you that he’s jesting, and of course he’s kissed somebody before, and done a lot more stuff than that, too. All the stuff. Every bit of it. Over and over again—

“Let’s just drop it.” He murmurs, stepping away. You think you might have offended him with your silence, your surprise.

“Wait.” You blink, grasping hold of his arm. “Just…wait.”

He studies you. “Is it that much of a shock?”

Honestly? Yes, yes, it is. Because how did you not know this? You met Azriel when you were both eleven years old. Nine years ago. You faced puberty together and all the awkward things in between. And while you may not sit and discuss the ins and outs of your respective experiences, you simply assumed that his were progressing and evolving just as yours had. Cauldron, Rhys and Cassian stuck their cocks in different males and females every other week. You supposed you’d merely…grouped Azriel in with such things.

But when you think about it — really, truly think about it — Azriel is the only one of the three males who has never introduced another female to the group; no matter how short or fleeting their presence might be. You can’t pluck from your brain a single name he’s ever mentioned besides Kaeda — and that’s a very recent thing.

You’re still waiting a teeny, tiny, little bit for him to say he’s joking. But his cheeks are redder than ever.

“You’ve never kissed anyone.” You repeat, blinking at him.

He purses his lips. “I haven’t.”

“You’ve never pressed your lips to another person’s—”

“I think we’ve established that, Y/N.” He pivots, turning his back on you. “Just forget it.”

“No, wait, fuck, Az, you know I’m shit with words.” You reach for his hand. “Just…how come? Why have you never kissed anybody?”

His hand is tense in yours. You don’t like it. So many times, you’ve held his hand, felt his fingers fold around yours and your palms warm against each other’s. But he holds it limp, now, barely any weight to it. You give it a gentle squeeze.

He pauses. Then squeezes back.

And it’s then that you realise that’s where the problem lies — his hands. Scars.

“Az,” you sigh softly, tugging him closer to you. “Your hands are beautiful. A part of you, your story. Anyone worth knowing — worth kissing — will think the same.”

And gods, you mean the words with every tiny shred of your spirit and soul. There’s no one on the Mother’s green earth that you love more fiercely than the male in front of you. So kind, despite the hatred that’s been shown to him. So gentle, despite the brutality of your environment. He’s wiped your tears and kept you warm and shared his food and given you a place to sleep when your father has made your life particularly difficult. Platonic soulmates exist, and Azriel is yours.

He turns back to you and keeps hold of your hand. And he chews his bottom lip as he says, “I do know that. I know that not everybody is judgemental. But it’s not just the scars.”

You brush your thumb over the back of his palm. “What else is it?”

“I just simply don’t know…how. Fuck, theoretically, of course I know how kissing works. I’ve seen it more than enough. But that doesn’t mean I’ll be any good at it. I could be awful, for all I know.”

You highly, highly doubt that to be the case. “You just…practice. Until you know what you like. Until you know your technique.”

Hazel eyes study you curiously. “So…you have, then. Practiced.”

It’s rather strange, but a sudden, random slither of guilt presses down on your shoulders. Silly, because Azriel would never begrudge you your experiences — and you’ve had plenty of them, good and bad.

But in that moment, you want nothing more than to be able to tell him that you, too, have never kissed anybody. That you’ve never touched anybody or lain with anybody. That you’re just as inexperienced and clueless as he is.

But that would be a bare-faced lie. And you and Azriel do not lie to each other.

So perhaps it’s the guilt that causes you to blurt out, “Practice on me.”

Azriel blinks at you. His hand slackens in yours. “What?”

And fuck, you’ve said it now. You’re not sure whether or not you even meant to, but you think it’d be more awkward to retract the words than stand by them and ride them out. You square your shoulders. Try to seem sure, confident.

“Practice kissing with me.”

The poor male is completely dumbfounded. “You’re…my friend.”

“Yes, Azriel. That’s why I’m offering. Practice on me, refine your technique, and then you can apply that confidence to Kaeda.”

“Practice…on you…”

“I’m trying really hard not to be offended by the disgust that’s on your face right now.”

“Shit, no, that’s not—”

“You know what? Forget I said that. Dumb idea. Terrible idea. Forget I even mentioned it.”

Az stares at you. And you don’t want to balk from the eye contact, but you also totally want to throw yourself in the fire, because it would burn less than your embarrassment right now.

And then he says, “Is it a serious offer?”

You lift one shoulder into a shrug. “Why not?”

Oh, there are a million fucking reasons why not. The most pressing being that yours and Azriel’s friendship is, perhaps, the most stable thing in your life. Certainly the most precious and treasured. Rocking that is a very bad idea, indeed.

And you think, for a moment, that that’s precisely what Az is going to tell you. He has that look on his face that he usually gets when you’re about to do something stupid. The one where he chews the inside of his cheek and his eyes rove your face.

But then the word leaves him, quiet and a little breathless, “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“I accept your offer.”

He—damn. You didn’t think this far; suppose you didn’t expect him to actually agree. And yet here he is, agreeing.

Suddenly, you feel like you’ve never kissed anybody, either.

But you’re supposed to be guiding him here. So you sit up straight. Lift your chin. Azriel watches, eyeing you a little like you’re a creature he’s never seen before. The bewilderment on his face squeezes your heart a bit.

“Do you want to do it now?” You ask.

He swallows. And his eyes fall down to your lips before flicking back to meet yours. “I suppose there’s no time like the present.”

And there isn’t. The two of you are here alone, no background noise from Cassian or Rhysand to battle with. It’s just you and Azriel. Your eyes. Your mouths.

You realise you’re still holding his hand, and so you use it to pull him closer to you, slot him back between your legs. You’re certain he’s trembling, and you are, too.

“Just take your time.” You tell him. “Let your body lead. Do what feels natural.”

He gives a stiff nod. And pauses. “And you promise to be honest afterwards? About how it was?”

Your eyes soften. “Always, Az.”

He nods again, and then he’s sucking in a slow, steadying breath. You remain still, allowing him to make the first move, to do whatever he wants.

There’s a pause of heavy silence, and then he dips his head. Kisses you once.

It’s a quick, closed-mouth kiss. Sweet, if not a little stiff and awkward. But you know Azriel is testing the waters, deciding whether he truly wants to do this. If he surmises that he absolutely doesn’t, you’ll stop, say no more about it. You keep still and allow him to decide.

And when he pulls back to study you, you give him a reassuring smile. One that silently communicates, I’m fine, we’re fine, this is fine.

It seems to give him the little boost he needs.

He swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. Slowly, he slips his hand out of yours, and you allow him to. You watch as he inches even closer. Moves his hands up to rest at either side of your face.

When he’s cupping your cheeks, his eyes meet yours, and he whispers. “Is this okay?”

You squeeze his forearm once. “It’s fine, Az. Do whatever you feel you want to do. I’ll tell you if I don’t like anything.”

He nods, and his gaze drags down to your lips. You’re still, careful, not moving until he’s ready to. And maybe he’ll not feel ready. Maybe he’ll stop this and pull back and decide it’s a terrible idea—

No.

Azriel’s thumb sweeps over your cheek. And then he leans in and presses his mouth to yours a second time.

This time, it’s different — you can tell straight away.

It starts out slow, his lips exploring yours, moulding to the shape of them. The kiss is a caress on your mouth, and it’s a damn good start. You find yourself leaning into it. Kissing back.

For a split second, you feel Az pause. But then his hand is cupping your cheek firmer, the heat of his palm meeting the heat of your face and making you forget how cold you were only minutes ago. Az’s lips part, and so naturally, yours do the same. You kiss him gladly.

And he’s not bad at all. You’ve kissed far more experienced males with far worse technique. Azriel may be nervous and tentative, but there’s something there, lurking beneath the surface. Something that will grow with the right encouragement, the right amount of confidence.

You…you want to give him both.

But it’s important to remember why you’re doing this. For his sake. So he can comfortably kiss the female he’s interested in.

You part from him momentarily, his breath fanning your lips as you ask him, “Are you doing okay?”

“I am.” There’s a rasp to his voice. “Are you?”

“I’m doing great.”

And you are. The weight of Azriel’s hand on your cheek is surprisingly pleasant. This exploration is new, and it’s thrilling, and it’s nice. It feels…nice.

“Do you want to keep going?” You know what you want to do. “Or would you like to stop? Whatever you want, Az.”

He swallows again. “I want to keep going.”

You nod, and in gentle encouragement, you move your hands to rest at his waist. You must be imagining the slight tremor that wracks through Azriel’s body in that moment. Or perhaps it’s just a coincidence.

There’s no time to think, because he dips his head and catches your lips faster this time. He tilts your head up, applying a little bit of pressure to your mouth. Your lips part, and so do his.

Az’s tongue seems to tease the seam of your lips. And then he slides it into your mouth.

His taste invades you so suddenly, so thoroughly, that you gasp. It’s something rough and smoky. Rugged and pleasant. You can’t think of the exact words as his tongue meets yours, and nor do you care to. All you want to do is reciprocate. Kiss him.

You scoot forward on the table, lifting yourself up slightly to add a touch more fervour to the kiss. Your tongue rolls around Azriel’s, and it’s so damn good, so damn sinful, so damn unexpected.

You’re aware, somewhat, of Azriel’s hand slipping from your cheek and resting at the column of your neck. And he licks at the roof of your mouth, and at your tongue, and somehow at every part of you that has you wanting more. His lips work perfectly with yours, not faltering once.

In that moment, you might forget who you are and what your life story is, but you don’t think you’ll ever forget this — this kiss of pure, salacious, unguarded need. If this is what Azriel kisses like for the first time, you can’t imagine how he could possibly progress. How it could get better than this.

One of you makes a needy little noise — you think it might have come from him, but it lands in your mouth, anyway. And then you’re being yanked closer, and your hands are moving up to tangle within Azriel’s hair, and you’re tugging the strands and pulling him against you and kissing him so desperately that you’re sure you’re going to feel it days, weeks, months from now. Azriel’s fingers knead the back of your neck, and your legs snake around his waist, locking him in.

There’s movement. Natural, pleasant movement — you, him, both of you together, moving and shifting.

You don’t know at which point you’re lying back on the table, or which of you made it happen; but suddenly Azriel is hovering over you, his body flush to yours, too-hot parts of you meeting too-hot parts of him.

The kiss is burning, and needy, and you writhe beneath him, and he writhes on top of you, and he’s pressing against you, and you both groan.

And then Az breaks away.

He doesn’t move far — just rips his lips from yours.

You’re both panting, breathing so hard that your heaving chests touch with every breath. Azriel blinks down at you, and you blink up at him.

And in that moment, you become aware of just how far this has slipped. He’s basically lying on top of you, his body moving with yours. Your scents have changed and combined, and you both know what the earthier, deeper quality to them means.

That you got a little carried away. And this needs to stop — now.

Azriel stares down at you, panting against your mouth as your heart thunders in your ears.

“Fuck.” Is all he says.

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Hero of the Heart

Jack Traven x fem!Reader - Fluff

So, this is basically a self insert but I’ve changed and added a few things. I don’t know - I really liked this idea and I think it’s easier to start with considering my long hiatus of writing lol

(All these photos are from Pinterest)

Warnings: Use of y/n, incredibly cliche, cursing.

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Maybe it was when you woke up late, or maybe when you accidentally tripped going down the stairs. It could’ve been when you spilled your hot coffee all over your arm. However, as you sit here in this elevator, you realize this is the worst thing to happen all day.

It had stopped moving about thirty minutes ago - or maybe an hour - there’s a lot of maybes in this situation. All you know is that bad luck had struck again and now you’re in an elevator stuck between the twenty-second and twenty-third floor. And at your job, no less. Doesn’t the universe know you’re too busy right now for this shit?

Of course, you freaked out at first - who would want to be stuck, alone, in a box made of hundreds of pounds of steel? You pressed the emergency button until you finally got a response, letting those firefighters know what kind of predicament you were in. At least you were going to be saved by sexy firemen!

The shock and fear wore off a little and now you were sitting up against the wall. Waiting for movement, for people - anything. What you couldn’t hear was the sound of ticking above your head. That sound was one Jack Traven knew very well.

Unbeknownst to you - yours wasn’t the only elevator to have mysteriously stopped. There was another elevator stuck between the thirtieth and thirty-first floor. The difference was: no bomb went off above yours, but it sure was ticking.

After waiting for what seemed like forever, you heard a drilling noise above you. It made you panic - what the hell is that? Hopefully it was someone coming to save you from this terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is the LAPD!” You heard a man’s voice above the elevator. You felt a sigh of relief leave you, looking up at the ceiling despite knowing you won’t see the man who called out to you.

“It’s just a lady!” You responded, a lighthearted way to let the officers know it was just you. You were cursed by not being able to see the handsome smile spread across Jack’s face at your answer - despite the situation.

“Well ma’am, I promise I’ll have you out of there as soon as possible.” He tells you, and you feel curiosity fill you. What even put you in this situation in the first place?

“What happened to the elevator?” You ask, not wanting to admit that you sort of feared the answer. Jack knew he couldn’t tell you that there was a bomb strapped to the cables of the elevator you were on - and it could blow up when the timer went off if not deactivated.

“There was a malfunction, nothing serious. Just relax, ma’am.” He told you. You couldn’t help but believe him. After all, he sounded so calm and cool, and he brought that effect on to you. It took a few minutes for it to dawn on you that you were talking to a police officer.

Anxiety filled your chest once again at this thought. Why did they send officers? You called firefighters - you expected firefighters. You expected maybe even repair guys. If only you knew that Jack wasn’t just an officer. He was apart of the bomb squad. On the SWAT team. You would freak.

You can’t help but curl up where you sit on the floor. Somehow tears aren’t falling from your eyes - which would totally ruin your mascara. You’re scared, yes, but you can’t seem to express it. Little do you know that Jack is scared too. And he can’t express it either.

He’s got this gut feeling that this lunatic who put bombs on these elevators isn’t using hostages for easy bribing money. No - these hostages aren’t potential collateral. The maniac is going to blow them up anyway, whether he gets the money or not.

Despite the protests from his partner Harry, preferring they follow Captain McMahon’s orders and wait, the cog wheels are already turning in Jack’s head. The lunatic can bomb the elevators all he wants - they just have to take you out of the equation.

All the while, you are contemplating just the same as Jack. Your thoughts are much more melancholic, though. Maybe you should have thanked your mother more for those ugly shoes, or talked to your father about something that wasn’t money related. So many maybes and not one is about you potentially surviving this situation. You have got to calm down.

It is less than calm on the outside of this elevator, though. More officers are trying to remove hostages on the other elevator before their time runs out - which they have a lot less time then you do. At this point, you’re the only one that hasn’t been let in on the sick joke of possible death.

Jack won’t let that happen, though. He’s hooked up a long cable to the elevator from a crane on the roof which should hold you up if it start to fall. Then, there’s a sudden explosion to test that theory.

You let out a scream as a large explosion happens over your head, and you begin to fall farther and farther down. You cling to the handlebar on the wall before everything stabilizes once again. Well - the theory was somewhat successful and now you’re in on the sick joke.

“What the hell is happening!” You scream to anyone that may possibly hear you. Jack is quick to respond despite his panting and the sound of his heart beating in his chest. “It’s alright, ma’am, everything’s alright!”

“Is there a bomb on this elevator?!” You say in a panic, a little annoyed by his forced reassurance. Everything is definitely not ok. “…yes, there is. I’m sorry, ma’am.” He reluctantly informs you. You don’t think you’ve dreaded an answer more in your life.

You wish you would’ve had a bit more time to process that answer but the elevator jerks downwards more and more. Maybe that theory wasn’t so successful after all. You breathe frantically, trying to stay as still as possible as if it will help stop the moving.

Jack and Harry are already running from the elevator shaft to the small lobby to catch you before you fall between another floor. In spite of your weak attempts to stop the movements, you only seem to be jerking more violently. It’s so bad you can barely stand straight - this was a horrible day to wear heels.

By some blessing of God, you watch as the elevator doors are pried open. Not much time for celebrating when you’re still in this damn thing. You’re finally face to face with what you assume is the cop you’ve been talking to - and his familiar calm and cool voice only proves it.

“Come on! Take my hand!” Jack yells to you; his voice isn’t so calm and cool now. You don’t hesitate, wobbling your way over to him as quickly as humanly possible. You scream as the elevator shifts downwards for the umpteenth time - now only leaving a small gap between the exit and the metal wall blocking your path.

This it it. If it slides down any further, there won’t be an escape for you. Jack knows it and so do you. He reaches his hand further out to you, wrapping his large hand around your wrist to pull you closer. You quickly wrap your arms around his broad shoulders as he lifts you out of the moving elevator.

Your left heel slips off your foot just as you’re being pulled out by Jack, but you’re smart enough to not care. It’s like your Cinderella or something - though you don’t think someone will ever recover that shoe; the elevator as already started plummeting to the bottom.

Throughout the chaos, Jack pulling you out sends the both of you falling on the ground. You’re still quivering in fear in his arms as he tries to relax you and himself. “You’re alright. You’re safe. You’ve got to evacuate.”

You nod and slip your other heel off when you stand back up. You hold the shoe in your hand as you make sure to put some distance between you and this damn building. Ambulances are around - helping and caring for the other hostages that were in your situation not even ten minutes ago.

You think it’s been about an hour before anything major happens. You’ve been sitting the back of an ambulance; tears dried and a blanket around your arms. Thankfully no one, including you, was injured during the rescue. That is, until you see someone being wheeled out of the building in a stretcher.

It sort of looks like that blonde haired cop that helped save you earlier. He’s awake…but there’s something wrong with his leg. Then, you see his partner following closely behind - the same one you practically climbed on. You want to say thank you, so you wait until he’s done checking on his partner.

“Hey, um, I just want to say thank you for saving my life. I could never repay you.” You say sincerely, and you could swear you saw a small blush fill Jack’s face as he responds humbly. “It’s my job, ma’am. No need to thank me.”

You smile before looking over at his partner, visibly cringing when you see the bullet wound in his leg. “Is he going to be alright? What happened to him?”

“Oh, Harry will be fine. I shot him.” Jack informs you with a sweet smile - as if he didn’t process what he just told you. When he sees your confused expression, he sighs a bit embarrassingly. “It’s a long story.”

You give a slow nod. You’re not going to question it any further. Jack looks down at your feet, seeing that you’re wearing the flimsy hospital shoes the ambulance had to offer. “It seems like you found some new kicks, huh?” He jokes lightheartedly, causing you to laugh quietly.

“Yeah. I don’t suppose I’ll ever get that other heel back, will I?” You ask, though you already know the answer. It’s highly unlikely. Jack shakes his head. Something about him tells you he would’ve got it for you if he truly could.

Finally, you get to look at him. Really look at him. You were so rightfully distracted by the thought of death that you didn’t notice how handsome he was. For a moment, you’re glad those sexy firefighters didn’t come and save you. Nothing beats a sexy cop like this man.

“Well, the hostage you saved is Y/N, by the way.” You quip while holding your much smaller hand out to him. He takes your hand - careful not to squeeze - and shakes it with a laugh. “The cop that saved you is Jack Traven if you want to give me a good review.”

“I’ll think about it.” You tease, watching as he leaves you to rest from the traumatic experience you just went through. You’re practically breaking your neck to watch him walk out of your line of sight. What a man. What you wouldn’t give to have a slice of that in your life.

You hope to see him again. After all, you do take the bus to work…

[confused-lover]

Um hello! I saw your asks were open! If it's not too big of a deal, could I ask for Ace and Deuce fighting over who gets to confess to reader first?

A Fight For Love

thank you for the request! hope you enjoy this <3

Ace x reader / Deuce x reader Summary: Ace and Deuce fighting over who gets to confess to reader first. Warnings: Yuu!reader, (english is not my first language)

You could hear a commotion from the common room. You aren’t supposed to have anybody over today, your sweet day off from all the bullshit this campus has brought upon you since day 1.

But obviously, the universe had other plans. It’s when you hear a loud meow and a crash that you finally acknowledge what will most likely transform your afternoon into a wild goose chase for a solution to a problem you have nothing to do with. 

Sometimes you wonder how the world was able to go on without anybody's extinction before you came along. 

It’s with a sigh that you get up from your newly bought bed (Epel somehow, someway, destroyed the previous one) and walk from your bedroom to the corridor, to the stairs, and finally to the common room, where you find before you what could only be considered a scene from a shitty comedy show from the early 2000s. 

Ace with a chair in his raised hands, ready to throw it at his opponent. What shocks you from that vision is the fact that the chair in his hands is from his own dorm, which means he has to have brought it with him himself, for some reason. 

Deuce has Grim in his right hand and a pillow in the other and you can see the cat trying to scratch his attacker for freedom.

Poor Jack in the middle with both his hands put in a position to stop the idiot duo and his body angled to shield Epel who until that point looked unbothered from all the chaos. 

Thankfully the moment you enter the room everybody has the dignity to either look shocked and apologetic or downright embarrassed. Grim takes his chance to jump away from Deuce’s hands and runs to you.

“What the hell is everybody doing and why are you doing it in my dorm? Of all the places in the world!” Now that’s when they all look down, trying to make themselves look pathetic in your eyes to hopefully not get an earful from you.

“He started it!”

“He started it!”

“I didn’t even do anything!”

“I’m sorry, I was trying to stop them!”

“Myaah!”

They all scream in unison making your head spin and they continue to do so, screaming at each other who did what to whom for that reason and the other. ‘It was my idea first!’ ‘I thought about it before you!’ ‘I care about it more!’ ‘I’m older’! Blah, blah, blah. Excuses, excuses, excuses. Couldn’t they be more cliche?

“STOP! Everybody out! I don’t know what’s going on and I honestly don’t care. It’s my day off so whatever problem you’ve brought upon yourselves, deal with it. On your own.”

Miraculously they all leave without saying a single word. In your heart, you know that this is something that you’ll have to help solve one way or the other. Since the day you came to this freakish land is like you’ve become the go-to problem solver and everybody else has lost the ability to be independent. But one thing at a time, now the most important thing to do is go upstairs, get under those warm fluffy blankets, and take a fat nap. 

· · ────── ·𖥸· ────── · ·

“Oh Great Seven, now she’s angry with us. Again!”

“Ace, stop whining as if it’s not your doing as well.”

The duo continues to bicker back and forth until they reach their dorm room. Jack and Epel left them the moment they saw a chance to escape their idiocy, so it’s only the two of them. The two of them who are immediately confronted by their oh-so-lovely, red-faced, angry housewarden.

Once Ace is able to tuck himself to bed without breaking his neck due to the collar now attached to it, he thinks that maybe stealing a chair wasn’t one of his brightest ideas…

· · ────── ·𖥸· ────── · ·

Monday, dreadful dreadful Monday. 

Like every day the two idiots are waiting for you outside of your dorm so that you can walk together to your respective classes, but before you can even reach them you can already hear them bickering and arguing over Seven knows what.

“Ok, this is getting tiring. What are you two babbling about that is getting you so worked up?” 

“I need to tell you something!”

“I need to tell you something!”

Again with the screaming over each other. “Well unfortunately I can’t hear both of you at the same time so you’ll have to decide who goes first. So?” That’s when they choose to remain silent and not say a word. You honestly have no idea how you’ve been able to hang out with these two without going mad. “Whatever, if you don’t want to talk then so be it, just deal with this thing on your own and make peace, we don’t want to get in trouble again, do we?”

They both nod their head in agreement and start walking to the school with you.

· · ────── ·𖥸· ────── · ·

They find themselves in their dorm room at the end of the day, trying to come to a decision without it becoming a brawl. Riddle is already weary of them after yesterday's shenanigans.

“I really want to go first! If you say it before me I won’t have the courage to say it ever again! You wouldn’t have these reservations and you know it!” Deuce whines.

“Ok, but what if the prefect hears you first and immediately agrees to go out? Then I won’t be able to get a date! I want to go first!”

“Fine! I don’t want you to say it first and you don’t want me to say it first. I get it. Then let’s come to an agreement, who can get the prefect alone first gets to ask first, that way it’s fate that gets to decide. Do you accept?” Ace at that grumbles a bit but ultimately shakes Deuce's hand and seals the deal. Tomorrow the game begins

You wake up, dress up, and meet the guys outside. The routine goes on without a hitch, whatever they did to deal with their problem worked because you don’t hear them argue all day. Granted it seems like they don’t want to leave your side either, nearly asking if they can come to the bathroom with you, but a win is a win and you learned to take what you can get. The only moment of reprise you get for the day is when the duo as to leave in the afternoon to go to their respective clubs, well not exactly, they did ask you if you would come with them to hang out a bit more but with how tiring the day has been you decline and tell them that you were going to relax a bit around the campus and to text you once they’re done if they still want to spend time with you.

You were in the library trying to learn about fae history when you hear hurried footsteps coming towards you. Most likely Ace since he told you that he got out of basketball practice early and asked if he could talk to you.

When you finally see him he’s sweating profusely and has a stink clinging to him.

“Did you seriously come here directly without at least taking a shower? You smell so bad, dude!”

He doesn’t seem to care about your statement and simply straightens up and looks at you with a solemn expression. 

“Dear prefect, there is a very important thing that I must make you aware of!”

“Dude calm down, you’re being really weird right now.” While you study him, trying to ascertain his well-being, all he does is blush.

“IhaveacrushonyouandIwouldliketogooutwithyou!”

“...what?” And now he looks even more embarrassed, the poor guy can’t catch a break. He speaks clearly and slowly now, trying to make sure to use the right words.

“I’ve liked you for a while now. You’re funny, strong, and proud. You’re a great person and an even better friend and I would be honored if you’d agree to go out on a date with me.”

He is looking right into your eyes, hoping to be able to discern your feelings after his confession.

“Oh, sure. That’d be nice” 

“What? That’s it? It’s that easy?”

“I mean, why shouldn’t it be? You like me, I like you, let’s go out. Simple really.”

“Sweet!” He smiles to himself and walks away, not saying another word. It’s only when he’s halfway to his room that what you just said sinks in.

“WAIT! THEY LIKE ME?!”

The botanical gardens have a charm to them, they are always a little warmer than the outside world, a little humid, and full of plants with colorful flowers and fun-shaped leaves. It’s a relaxing place to be in, no wonder Leona has a habit of sleeping here so often.

You were enjoying the beauty of a flower, one that resembles a chrysanthemum, tho not exactly.

Somebody clears their throat behind you and when you turn around you see Deuce standing a few feet away from you. He gives you a small smile and gestures for you to sit down on one of the benches with him. He takes your hands in his and looks briefly into your eyes just to then look back down at your intertwined hands.

“Listen, I have to tell you something and it’s very important”

“What did you do this time? I promise I won’t be mad,” He raises his head so fast with a panicked face.

“NO! You got it all wrong! I’m not in trouble! I’m in love with you! … I wasn’t supposed to say it like that…”

“Oh, well how were you supposed to say it then?” You tilt your head lightly trying to not make him more sad than he already is.

“I had this whole speech prepared. I wanted to say all these nice things…” And how can you not feel something pull at your heartstrings just by looking into those puppy dog eyes?

“Well, how about you tell me all about how much of an amazing person I am on our date? Saturday for lunch? At Mostro Lounge? Azul owes me a favor still so we might even be able to eat for free,” The look of pure unadulterated wonder in his eyes is enough to make you smile. Tho the scream he lets out does make you wince in pain a bit. Your ears are gonna need to be checked out.

[bitchlessdino]

TPC: Seungcheol hot tub sexcapades

Series

Pairing: afab!reader x seungcheol

Genre: smut

Word count: 2.6k

tags: virgin!reader, mention of body image issues, mention of adult content, mentions of tresspasing, mentions of drinking alcohol, smut but not sex? nag!seungcheol, heavy making out, oral (reader rec.), fingering

Summary: At the grown age you are, you were very much ready to lose this social construct that is your virginity, and who better to lose it to than the hottest guy at the party.

author note: i haven't touched this in so long. Happy to have them back and with cheol of all people. hopefully finishing this soon bc it looks like I have another mile stone Im about to hit.

Tag list: @iwouldbangchan @1uvlywon @just-here-to-read-01 @candidupped @minnie-mouser22 @shiningstar-byulxx @90s-belladonna @misssugarlips @tommolex @hoeforhao @honglynights @homerunhansol @dkakapizzaboy @junhui-recs @svtup @buffhoshi @meowmeowminnie @caratochan @lovebot4han @lovelyhan

The only times you’ve cum were by the will of your own hand. It’s embarrassing to admit, but you are painfully a virgin.

High school wasn’t great to you and neither is college, but it came at a point in time you were ready to get it over with. God, did you sound like some cliche. Not any more cliche than this party you’re at though. Drunk, horny, high. Almost everyone there was one, two, or all of the above. 

You aren’t all that different. Especially after landing your eyes on possibly the best lay you could have. His eyes round like planets, shining brighter than any star in the sky. His hair is coiffed more perfect than the head of any Ken doll. And his lips, so naturally pouty and biteable, sinking your teeth into his bottom lip would taste sex alone. 

“Ooh, he's a good one. Nice eye.” 

“Em, I can’t,” you say, shaking your head at your friend. “Look at him. He’s too out of my league. What would I even say? Hey, you’re really hot, wanna take my virginity sometime? Are you kidding me?”

“Why the fuck not? You’re hot, he’s hot. You would make the hottest porno ever to exist—if that was your plan.” She adds that last part after seeing the panicked look in your eyes.

“Yeah,” You reply, rolling your eyes. “Hot stud steals V card from loser virgin.”

“There’s a market for that,” she nudges.

“Whatever. I’ll probably just look for someone more approachable.”

“Hey, the worst thing about coming up to him is he says he isn’t interested.”

“And how is that not at all traumatizing?”

“It’s life. Just be willing to walk through it.”

With a bit more convincing, somehow she’s managed to push you toward him. Your sneakers dragged against the floorboards, hands shaking in anticipation. In a split second, his bored gaze lands on you, and a chilling strike runs down your spine. It halts your step. Time slows down as the corner of his lips slowly turns up. His chin lifts up to greet you nonverbally, waiting for you to come closer.

You finally reach him, eyes following you like a hawk, you try to relax in his presence. Emphasis on try because besides the music, all you can hear is the pounding in your chest that travels to your ears. You release a shallow breath before saying “hi,” really wishing now you accepted that drink earlier when you arrived.

“Hi.” His voice was deep, yet mellow. “Having a good night?”

“I think so. You?”

“You can say that.” He briefly nods off to scan the party. “Could be better though.”

“How so?”

“It just,” he simply shrugs his shoulders, “could be better.”

You take a second to think about how you can turn this around in your favor. Strategizing happens to be one of your many amazing qualities. Like a light bulb appearing above your head, you remind yourself of the neighborhood you’re in and how familiar you are with it than you realize. “What if I told you I knew a place we can use a hot tub? No one home, all to ourselves.”

“I’d say, ‘hi, I’m Seungcheol. Pleasure to meet you. What’s this about a hot tub?’”

You make your grand escape from the party to take Seungcheol to a neighbor's house that you’re used to babysitting. As far as you know, they’re on a vacay to the Bahamas and won't be back until next weekend. That means you have all the freedom to hop over the fence to their backyard with an unlikely chance of getting caught.

“So, how do you know this place we’re trespassing?”

“I know the owners. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind.”

You turn on the hot tub and watch as the bubbles start to form, your smile doing just the same. Your eyes shift from the water to him nervously. “Just takes a few seconds. Meanwhile…” Your fingers fiddle with the bottom hem of your shirt, raising it past your mid-drift. Your nails graze up your sides as your shirt is pulled over your head, revealing imperfect skin, an imperfect body, scantily clad by beige–your safe color–lace and ribbon. “We can’t get our clothes wet.”

It took time for you to give your body the love it deserves and some days you still feel it’s not worth it, but at the end of the day, you’re the one living in it. You had it only in yourself to love it the most, even if you made it the reason you’ve gotten this far without popping your cherry. Your worst critic would always be yourself, after all.

Even in this backyard, where Seungcheol can't even bear to tear his eyes away from you. He draws in a breath, quietly scoffing to himself as he outlines the shape of your body. To him, the evening air smells delicious with the addition of the view. And no, he wasn’t looking at the full moon tonight.

The sensation in his chest deepens when your shorts are released from their top button, falling to your ankles after the zipper is pulled down. “Well?”

He looks up after your eruption of giggles, watching as your toe is first to dip in the warm water. Inch by inch, your body gets submerged, raising your internal body temperature by several degrees. He breaks away from your gaze with a smug smile, finally removing articles of his clothes, starting with his shirt. 

An Adonis body perfectly matching his Adonis face. Chiseled all over, his muscles stood taunt on his figure. He joins, sitting across from you, sharing the heat of the surrounding water, now glistening his skin in the beautiful twilight. You could devour every inch of him.

“This is nice.”

“I told you. Would take this baby out when the kids I babysit are asleep. Let my mind go blank for an hour or two.”

He nods at that, silent after.

“This is actually the first time I brought someone, always too scared about getting caught on the job. Haha.” Why would you say that?

You shut your eyes in embarrassment but tried to get over the initial cringe of your words before changing the subject. “So, do you always follow strangers at the mention of a hot tub?”

“Not always, but I find it better not to question most things. More fun that way. Do you always lure strangers into intimate and private settings?”

“No, but so far I have no complaints.”

He gives you a closed-mouth grin, now making you wonder about the smile he’s hiding behind those lips. “Let’s hope I keep it that way.”

The air is thick with tension, even six feet apart from each other. Most men would pretend not to look, but not Seungcheol. His eyes stayed stuck to you, dark and stormy in stark contrast to the clear skies faintly illuminated by the lawn lights and barely there stars. You are almost sure he wants you at least a third as much as you want him, but he made no gesture in approaching you first, so you dangle yourself in front of him. 

Lifting off your seat, your breasts bounce up from the water it once floated in into the cool, crisp air. You saunter in his direction until you're mere centimeters away from him, supremely conscious of the pure sex radiating off his pristinely large build. “It’s gonna sound like a cliche, but I don’t do this kind of thing. I’m usually a by-the-books person.”

“What’s changed?”

Your hand reaches for his bicep, hard and pulsing under your fingertips, and you pull yourself towards him, knees bent on either side of his thick thighs until you're straddling him. Your eye level ascends until you’re looking down at him, his irises dilating once he sees you and feels your soft curves meet his deep hollows. “You look more fun than books.”

“So what, you’re gonna do things differently with me?” You feel the pad of his fingers ghost over your spine, shivers following, causing you to arch into him with a gasp. “I don’t know if I’m worth all that.”

Your hands trickle on the nap of his neck, threading in his dry hair, and excitement bubbles inside you. “The call I get to make.”

His lips, pink and plump, meet yours when you lean in. Like pillows, they cushion the impact and hug the curve of your lips before they start ebbing with carnage. His hands press into the solid of your lower back, fusing into like a tense thread has snapped loose. Your tongue beckons him for access, cheeks flushed against him. You whimper as he holds you tighter, his erection digging into your crotch, and you can somehow feel how wet you are. You’re wet all over from the water your party submerged in, but the lining of your warmth contains a more viscous fluid.

Eventually, Seungcheol pulls away, earning your bemused expression. “I’m not taking your virginity.”

“What?” You ask, shocked, backing away. “How—Why the hell not?”

“I overheard what you and your friend said. Not very subtle. As to why…you deserve better than that.”

You roll your eyes, “Ugh, you’re one of those guys. Remember that not everyone holds the value of sex to this same high standard.”

“But you do, given you feel so pressured to do it for the first time.” He lays an awkwardly platonic pat on your arm, discomfort apparent on your face, but he shows no sign of caring. “I’m not going to let you throw something…heavy away to someone you met—what, 15 minutes ago—to cater to a societal norm. Depending on the person, they would have hurt you. I could’ve hurt you.”

“Look.” Your hand presses against his bare chest. “I approached you. I chose you. Who I decide to have sex with is up to me. I’m grown enough to make that decision.”

“I’m not telling you to promise your body to someone you plan on marrying. What you deserve is to have it to be with someone special, at least someone you trust. Why would you let me even this close to you?”

You scoff. “You had no complaints when we were making out. So don’t use this generic ass excuse that it should be ‘special’ or someone I ‘trust.’ If you don’t want to sleep with me then don’t.”

“You don’t listen.”

“I’ve complied with most things in my life. This will not be one of them. Now, if you don’t want this, it won’t be you. I’ll move on to someone else…I’d just hoped it’d be you.” You lift yourself onto the ledge, only your feet in the water. “Seeing as this is going nowhere, thanks for wasting my time. Good kisser though. Three stars.”

You’re about to leave when his hand stops at your knee. You look down at him expectantly as he gets closer. “Stubborn too.” He stands in the pool to meet your eyes, lips pursed in an amused smile. “I followed you so no one else would. I plan to keep it that way.”

You raise a brow, unsure where your surge of confidence came from, finally feeling the tremble of your hand as it covers his. “What makes you think after this I plan on staying with you?”

“Because although I won’t be having sex with you, I can give you something just close enough.”

Now both hands are on your knees, lips colliding with yours once more, just as hot and sweet as the first kiss. You moan as his teeth dig into your bottom lip, his hands finding your unbreached heat. Then there's that familiar reflex of pulling away, the situation dawning on you now. You blink back at this beautiful man that takes your breath away just from his mere presence and get that same feeling every other time you come close. “Seungcheol…”

“You backing down on me, virgin?”

“Okay, that hurt.”

He chuckles. “I’m teasing, but not the kind I should be doing.” He lands a kiss on your nose. “I’ll be careful. If you let me, that is.”

“I am. You just make me really nervous.”

“I understand. I won’t do anything you wouldn’t want me to.”

You nod, a little too eagerly. “I want you. I-I’m letting you.”

“Good, then relax.”

He parts your legs further away, hand firmly pressed against your warmth, seizing the oxygen from your lungs, and he kisses you tenderly. Your hand clasps over his cheeks, deepening your liplock, and you feel the courage seep out of his fingers as they push aside your damp panties. His digits glide over your moisture, coating himself in the arousal built over your time together and you feel him smile against your lips. “That’s definitely not water, but I have a feeling you know that already.”

“More teasing?” You ask in a weak breath.

“I’ll make sure it’s worth it.”

He bows his head, his knees hitting the plastic bottom. His hands glide over your thighs, a tingling sensation follows its path. His kiss marks your skin in a way that wasn’t visible, only burning you with an unreplicable heat. His touch—gentle and firm—makes your head go to places you usually go to when you’re alone. His eyes tell you comfort and safety, but conflict with the glint of hunger that shines through.

He kisses the center of your folds, easing at you with light flicks of his tongue. Although delicate, it drives you insane, wanting you just to bury his face inside you already. Patience eventually rewards you as his tongue runs stripes over your bordering thighs—small jumps on your end—then your slit. He coats himself in your translucent nectar, sighing in your heat. Mewls then leave you like a nursery rhyme, haunting yet addictive. “Delectable just as much as you look.”

There’s a slow rise and drop of your chest watching him devour you. His lips purse to your core, darting in you to lap your insides, and you whine from his vigor. Your thighs press against his hot, red cheeks as water splashes around him. You shake—vibrate actually—speaking his name like it was the only thing that makes sense, and somehow you still feel how gentle he is with you. 

This stranger is meant to be a stranger, so why did he make you feel special?

With the curl of his fingers, they plunge in you, feeling how you pulsate around him as he sucks on your clit. You buck into his face, a wreck, hands glued to the edge of the tub in anguish. Your moans are a grand symphony on loop, the background music to the beautiful moment he’s savoring. How you gush feels him with pride, tightening his core as you push his head closer with your knees. “I-I’ma cum…”

He says nothing, only rummaging faster, deeper, holding on to the pace until his gums are filled with your climax, not minding how it makes him a mess. Your hips hit his face in an erratic beat, only settling down after he licks your thighs clean. You gasp in amazement, only for that gasp to be swallowed by Seungcheol as he sticks his tongue down your throat; you taste his promise.

You part in thick, glossy ribbons, eyes fucked from–you still can’t believe you’re saying this–orgasming by someone other than yourself.

“T-thank you,” you say with gratitude you conjured from the pit of your stomach.

“If you really want to thank me,” he leans in closer, “Let me take you out sometimes and I’ll let you experience it all over again.”

[klaprisun]

One Sunny Day

(Stardew Valley)(Haley x Female Farmer)

Chapter 38

Anxiously, I sit along my front porch the next day awaiting the arrival of everyone who would like to participate in my little get-together. Part of me thinks that absolutely nobody is going to show up for some reason, but I know that a few definitely should show up. Leah and Elliot being two that will come support me no matter what. As for everyone else, it’s hard to say. I desperately wish for Haley to hopefully feel better today as well so she can come over too. I would hate for her to miss out.

My farm is scattered with supplies and items for people to examine, admire and taste test. I know it’s not a tasting contest, but the best things to display usually taste the best. That and the people will need things to eat while being here. I have other refreshments set up that aren’t meant to be picked for display too.

Today feels more like an autumn day than ever. The air is crisp and if you don’t have a sweater it will be chilly for sure. I have a small campfire going on for people to warm up by if they need to, as well as blankets to sit on or warm up with.

To my joy, the first few people arrived at my farm. It was Sam, Vincent, and their mom, Jodi. Vincent takes one look at my farm as his eyes light up in excitement. Behind them, I see a whole wave of people walking up to participate in my event. I quickly stand up from my front porch, ready to greet everyone and explain what is going to go on. Unfortunately, I did not see Haley in the wave of people.

“Hi everyone! I didn’t expect such a crowd. I didn’t think anyone would want to come,” I sheepishly scratch the back of my neck.

“Of course we would come, Danny. You’re great!” Leah shouts from somewhere at the back of the crowd. It makes me chuckle but I continue my speech.

“I just wanted to say how grateful I am that you all welcomed me into your amazing community of Pelican Town. This little thing I got going on here was me hoping to thank you all, but also get everyone interacting and involved with my stand at the fair next week. I have such a hard time deciding on things that I need a LOT of help. So feel free to look at things, pick up things, dig up the crops that are marked with a star, taste things, and find things that you think I should put up for display at the fair next week. I have an empty table set up for everyone to put their voted items on, so I can go over what has been picked and narrow it down from there. Does anyone have any questions?”

To my demise, the only person raising their hand is Sam. I let out a small sigh and gesture to Sam to speak.

“What’s with all of those?” he waves his hand over to my project area that I’ve marked off limits. I feel my cheeks heat up and I shyly turn my face away as I reply.

“That’s…for Haley…”

The whole crowd erupts with “awws” and “ouuus”. I do an awkward smile and let everyone get it out of their system.

“We should have guessed,” I hear Elliot call out from the same area as Leah was. I see everyone start nodding their heads and laughing.

“Now not to be cliche or anything, but the most important rule is to have fun. Actually it’s “don’t hurt the chickens” but I know you guys wouldn’t do that. Please be nice to my little munchkins.” I gesture to the chicken coop which causes Vincent and Jas to immediately start running over there. The rest of the crowd breaks apart to go their separate ways as well, finding stuff to look at. I stand with my arms crossed, feeling pretty proud of myself.

I watch Pam immediately bring a glass of beer and a glass of pale ale to the empty table. She then went back over to where the other glasses were and started chugging them. I’m going to run out of beer and pale ale very quickly.

Leah and Elliot are giggling away by the wine bottles, each with a glass of some in their hand. I decided to make my way over there to talk to them.

“Someone’s been having an eventful few weeks,” Leah nudges me in the shoulder when I get closer.

“Yeah it’s been crazy. I can’t even keep up at some points. It’s all going so fast. I can’t believe I’ve almost been here for a full year.”

“Yeah only a few more months! I take it you are not going to leave any time soon?” Elliot asks.

“I don’t plan to. I have the life I’ve always wanted here. I could not ask for a better life at this point to be honest. Best decision I’ve ever made.” I start leaning against the table with the wine, kicking my boots around in the dirt.

“You could always go and get Haley a mermaid pendant if you are so set on staying and enjoy life here so much…” Elliot looks behind him, pretending like he wasn’t the one to just suggest that.

“I mean… isn’t it a little soon for that? We haven’t even been together for that long.”

“I thought lesbians always move faster than usual in relationships?” Elliot adds, making Leah laugh out loud.

I hold my hand up in Elliot’s direction to stop him from saying anything else, trying hard not to crack a smile. I didn’t try very hard because I broke into a huge smile with a few chuckles.

“I can’t believe you guys. You crack me up,” I say to the two of them.

“You have all winter to think about it since it doesn’t rain during our winters. Do whatever you think is best, Danny,” Leah tells me.

Our conversation is interrupted by Sam, Sebastian, Alex, and Abigail hollering me over to where I cut wood blocks.

“Oh no,” I whisper to Elliot and Leah. They give me sympathetic smiles and pat me off into their direction.

“What did you guys do?” I hesitantly ask, afraid to hear the answer.

“Nothing! We just wanted to know if you want to have a wood chopping competition?” Abigail asks me, all of their eyes looking at me with anticipation.

“You guys realize that with me here it’s hardly a competition, right?” I say while rolling up my sleeves, getting ready to join them. “What happened to finding things for the display?”

“We already found our stuff! It’s already on the table,” Alex points to the overflowing table. I cringe just looking at the mess realizing I still have quite the narrowing down to do despite everyone trying to help.

“Alright let’s make this quick then so I can go look at what everyone has picked,” I clap my hands together and yank my axe from the stump I use as my base. The rest of the townsfolk around my farm begin to gather to form an audience to watch our little competition. We decided that whoever gets the most wood chopped in a minute wins.

“Who is going first?” I question the competitors. They all pointed to Sam who was the only one pointing at me. He frowns when he sees that everyone was pointing at him, but takes the axe from my hands reluctantly.

“If you INSIST,” he hisses. I run into my house and come flying back holding a hand held timer I use for cooking. I crank it so that it will start at 1 minute and count down from there. I hold it in place until Sam announces he is set to go. He quickly throws a chunk of wood on the chopping block and calls out for us to start the timer.

We all watch in amusement as Sam has an absolute struggle of a time trying to chop the wood. His aim is quite off and it requires a few hits to each block of wood for them to finally break. When the minute had passed, he managed to chop 2 and a half.

Abigail had volunteered to go next. I know she has a bit of experience with swinging swords, so it should be a bit easier for her to do this than poor Sam. She sets up her first wood block and I start the timer. She manages to surpass Sam after half a minute, but only by two in the end. In total, she chopped 5.

After Abigail, Alex took the axe and decided to go. Repeating the same thing as the other two, I set the timer, let him set up the block, and let it go when he was ready. Alex constantly works out, so I have high expectations for him. He doesn’t need to worry about the strength, just the aim and form of swinging. If he can land it okay, he should be fine. They really aren’t huge chunks of wood, so it’s not super tough to break them on the first swing. He did manage to get nearly all of his split on the first time except for a few he missed his aim on. In total, he chopped 7.

Sebastian was last to go before me. I gestured for him to go next since I know this will be a piece of cake for me. He better go before me or else he won’t want to even try. I have no idea what kind of experience Sebastian has with this, so it will be exciting to see. I’m going to guess he will do just under Abigail, but maybe he will surprise me and beat her score.

One last time, I do the whole routine and he goes on his way, chopping at the blocks. He was better than expected, but he didn’t beat Abigail’s score. He ended with a score of 4 and had just almost the 5th one. He didn’t fully break it in time.

Now it was my turn. I cockily strolled up to the chopping block after handing Sebastian the timer. I snagged the axe from where Sebastian left it and got settled in place. I gave him a slight nod and off I went.

Just as I was about to hit the 7th one, I saw someone entering my farm from the corner of my eye. I hesitated on bringing down the axe because I was too busy looking over. It was Haley who had made a wonderful appearance. I quickly dropped the axe and bolted over to her, leaving the competition without a second thought.

“Where are you going?!” I hear them shout after me. I quickly point to where Haley is, not breaking my stride.

“I guess I win then!” Alex flexes for the crowd, bowing dramatically as he gets a round of applause.

When I met up with Haley near the entrance of my farm, her eyes weren’t focused on me. She was busy looking past me to somewhere off in the distance. Nearly forgetting, I finally clue in to what she is finding so interesting.

[corporatefrog]

꒦‧₊ ꒷ Team Stan w/ a reader who can shapeshift into animals! [Headcannons] ✧.*

✧.* tags: college au, superhero au,

✧.* Charactions: kyle broflovski, stan marsh, kenny mccormick, butters scotch

a/n: this is an old request but i think i was able to get pretty silly with it

masterlist

Kyle

FLYING TOGETHER PLEASE

Imagine soaring through the sky with fucking human kite

And being such a better flyer than him

Literally cliche flying through the clouds and kyle traces his hands through them 

“Stop going so high! I can’t gain altitude that fast!”

“Uh… lame power? Get better? Don’t be a human kite?”

“I fucking hate you.”

“SORRY CAN'T HEAR YOU AIR PRESSURE TOO LOUD”

Yall probably fight really well together 

He thinks up the plans and you shapeshift and attack

Dynamic duo vibes fr

DROPPING IN ON A VILLAIN FROM ABOVE 

BLOCKING OUT THE SUN OR SOME SHIT

Coolest duo 

Stan

“Dude I TOLD YOU not to go in the radioactive lake”

“Oh… I thought that was code for go into the radioactive lake”

“In what world is telling you not to do something code for doing it?”

“Uh- YOU CANT CONTROL ME I CAN TURN INTO A BIRD NOW”

Tries to not be impressed because he’s supposed to be annoyed 

But he thinks its so fucking cool

Lowkey wanted that to be his power if he could choose anything

After the veal thing he volunteered at animal shelters 

This is real because I said so let me be delusional 

Asks you to turn into a cat and talk to the other cats to make sure they don’t hate him

Because ferguson always glares at him from the corner and he is NOT interested in being attacked by a bunch of pissed cats

Convinced they’re scheming against him

Still mad at you for going into the radioactive lake though

Kenny

He cannot comprehend it

Like you try explaining it to him and it is just NOT clicking

The only thing that works is telling him it’s like Beast Boy from Teen Titans

“Oh so you can shapeshift into animals while still regaining your consciousness?”

“I literally said that fifteen times- You anger me so much every day.”

Wants to make the teen titans

He is robin (obviously)

Probably has the costume from halloween a few years back

PLEASE turn into a bear and pretend to fight him

He wants to say he fought a bear

And cartman bet him $100 that he couldn’t 

Choreographs an entire battles scene in the middle of town

Because it’s not like south park animal control actually does anything

Kenny now owes you 10 favors that can be cashed in whenever needed

Butters

Turning into a tiger whenever he gets bullied and scaring the shit out of whoever is bothering him

(usually it's eric)

Or turning into a little puppy whenever he’s sad 

“Everything alright, butters?”

“Oh, it’s nothing.”

“So you don’t want me to turn into a husky and play with a frisbee?”

“Well you didn’t mention that. That changes everything!”

Just being his lil animal buddy

Turning into an elephant walking to a doctors appointment to get there in like 2 seconds

If he’s professor chaos, he refuses to attack when you’re an animal

It’s animal abuse 🙁

He’ll punch you in the face as a person but he REFUSES to hit a cat

Even if you’re a mountain lion lunging at him

Heart of gold fr

Overall

NO ONE TELLS CARTMAN

A rat got into his sock drawer and ripped holes in all of them?

What a shame :( so sorry that happened to you

Suddenly all of his clothes have cat piss on them

How could that have happened??? Poor poor eric

What do you mean you’ve found spider webs everywhere but no spiders? Hopefully there aren’t spider eggs everywhere. That would be terrible.

Really just looking for excuses to ruin cartman’s day

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

had this really sickening thought abt a ruby x reader x aqua love triangle au (that i will probably never write)….. need to rant. under the cut

ruby has a massiveeee crush on you that you wholeheartedly reciprocate, but aqua doesn’t like you so he sabotages your confession……. ”you aren’t good enough for my little sister” <- he’s that type. overprotective big bro except he’s a dangerously unstable individual so he’s NOT playing around.

but then ruby ends up asking him to wingman for her… and he can’t exactly say no without a good reason, can he? so he talks to you. tries to get you to give up on her by saying you’d be putting her idol career at risk if you got together… makes you feel guilty and selfish in a very polite way lol. you try to distance yourself from her but she notices, of course she does, and she’s so upset about the whole thing that both you and aqua start feeling bad. probably ends with you hanging out together again, but now aqua is there too, making sure neither of you make any romantic progress 💀 eventually all three of you have grown close and that’s when aqua starts to waver a bit. at some point he probably thinks to himself that he can trust you to treat her well, and her happiness is more important to him than anything else!!!! (including her idol career….)

more important than his feelings, too — because before he knows it he’s looking forward to seeing you, smiling to himself when he sees you having fun with his sister. he’s starting to feel that protective itch when you’re around — even starts telling ruby to treat you well, be a good partner, that she needs to cherish you if the relationship works out, not just the other way around. he cares for you. he loves you, even, but he has zero issues throwing those feelings away. he doesn’t want to be with you, he wants you to be with ruby. you deserve each other.

so now aqua is supportive. helps you out, gives you advice, lures you both into increasingly more cliche scenarios. ruby is elated that he’s finally making himself useful, and you should be too, but for some reason you can’t help feeling dejected when he slinks away……… and you come to realize that you want them both near. you love her, and you love him, and you’re pretty sure they both feel the same way towards you. but you have to choose, that’s the thing. the sweet sister, or the cold brother?

only one of the choices leads to a good ending, but you don’t know that. hopefully, you never will.

[bebx]

Best advice for getting over a break up especially if the ex still wants to remain friends?

I think it depends? if you and your ex are on good terms and if it wasn’t a toxic relationship and you’d love to still be friends, keep in touch, then maybe things could work out. sometimes people are better off as friends than they are as lovers. but if you think you’re better off without your ex in your life, then I think you should just talk to them about it and be honest with them about how you feel if you could (if you believe they weren’t going to react in a way that might harm you physically and/or mentally). if you don’t think talking and being honest would work with them, maybe you can try creating distance between you and them, you can block their number, block them on social media, etc and hopefully they’ll eventually get the hint and leave you alone.

as to how you can move on and get over them, I’d say do anything you love that will distract your thoughts from keeping thinking about them. I know this is a bit cliche but spending time with your friends and family or even your pet (if you own any) and doing things you enjoy whether it be watching a movie or a show or reading a book can really help. or at least it worked for me when I tried to distract myself from thinking about things that were not good for my mental health, and I hope it’ll work for you too.

sorry if these aren’t the best advices, but I hope things are okay for you soon. I’m sending you hugs and positive vibes

[chibi-pix]

Chibi watches V3D 10!

Well, time for another episode of Voltron: The Third Dimension!

“Descent into Madness”. Title is catching my attention. I have high hopes for this episode.

Starting the episode with Keith pissed with that calculator amuses me. And. Honestly? My knowledge of Voltron with VF and DotU? I’m with Allura on the spirits of the lions. They aren’t just machines and I feel like they should research more. Research means understanding.

Oh ho ho! Keith is witnessing Zarkon being the traitor! And Zarkon figured it out. “Your mother should have told you, snooping is very unhealthy.” Not my mom. My mom taught me to always pay attention and it’s not really eavesdropping if someone is too loud and don’t notice you there. “Miserable excuse for an offspring!” A good insult. But. Zarkon? The offspring is only as good as the parent in this case.

Ah, Doom forces expecting the team. At least they don’t waste time to try and form Volt-oh. They got attacked before they could actually form. That’s actually impressive on the enemy’s part to attack fast enough to prevent the formation of Voltron.

“The rest is up to Haggar.” Almost seven minutes in, seeing Haggar’s green magic glow, Keith being knocked down in Black, and the title of the episode? Keith is gonna lose his mind and descend into, well, madness. I think I’ve seen a scene in this episode in a discord server I’m in. I probably asked “What the quiznak is this? That’s Keith?!” and was so confused because, let’s face it. Knowing what I know and seeing the characters look a certain way in other versions? It threw me for a loop. Okay, preliminary musings and deductions over. Time to continue the episode.

And. Oof. Seeing Black down on the ground, poor baby. She’s gonna need some fixing. Oh hey! It is that scene! And actually better quality than what my friends on discord showed. Better lighting, too. And now I know what’s actually going on. Both in image and in context.

Oh. Did not expect to see the “skeleton” of Black. She really needs her outer shell. She looks eerie and naked. It’s unnerving.

“As cold as it sounds, Princess, Keith is replaceable.” Yeah? Well so are you you glorified calculator! Jeez, rude much? This is why we can’t leave it to robots to run the universe when they don’t have proper AIs that allow them to understand or learn to understand emotions of biologicals. It doesn’t go well. You get things like this and next thing you know, people are considered expendable. It may be obvious? But I really hate that guy.

Oooh, Black refusing Lance. Nice! Further proof that she has a spirit and she doesn’t want any other pilot except Keith. She’s chosen him for a reason. This makes me think of VLD and the lions choosing their paladins. And even in VF at the mention that the black lion there rejected Wade when he and Coran were younger. THESE LIONS ARE SENTIENT! They aren’t just machines. And I love this about them.

“And pray that Keith recovers soon.” Yeah, you’re gonna need more than prayers for this one.

Oh shit, Zarkon’s in Keith’s holding room. Preliminary thought? Dude’s gonna set the feral boy free to cause issues and worry. “Commander Keith’s just lion around.” I hate Zarkon, but I appreciate good puns. Oh, I stand corrected. Keith got out on his own.

Oh hey, falling into Black seems to have healed Keith. Cliche, but it works. Now time for him to go and join up with the team.

“Now to go back to Castle Doom!” Apparently not. That quick retreat was actually amusing.

Finally, the calculator is allowing the research into the lions. Not that the team should have to have his permission.

Poor Keith doesn’t remember that Zarkon’s not their ally. Well, he’ll remember in time. Hopefully.

Anyway, that's it for the night! Until next time!

[gaybd1]

Here’s some discourse for you: I’m curious how you feel about certain aspects of living in Taiwan? How do you feel about the “white guy with a Taiwanese girlfriend” cliche? Or about foreigners using “us” and “we” when they talk about Taiwan?

my heart almost just fell out of my ass there because I actually had a (very unwell) friend end a long-standing friendship with me just bc of my opinion on one of these questions and I TOTALLY a thought you might be that person but actually there’s no way that’s possible so 😮‍💨

1. White Guy With A Taiwanese Girlfriend

…honestly? It’s kind of always made me uncomfy BUT it makes sense right? like people who live here long term are gonna date and 99% of the people here are shockingly Taiwanese. So there are a lot of Normal relationships between Taiwanese folks and foreigners, obviously. It just so happens that the only ones I can personally think of are gay relationships lmao. BUT I HAVE encountered a lot of icky relationships like it’s kind of a common thing here for a guy to date/marry a Taiwanese woman and have kids with her and not even bother to learn about the language or culture? idk that just feels off to me like that doesn’t really suggest to me that you care about your wife?? idk I really am too gay to have an opinion on it

2. Using “we/our/us”

OH BOYYYYY you’d THINK this is an obvious answer but like when talking about cultural stuff I don’t think it’s cool for any non-Taiwanese person to collectivize themselves in that? Like I would NEVER say something like “one of our traditions is xyz” NAH that’s wild and icky

But I DO think it’s okay for people who live here permanently and long term to use we/our/us for like geographic stuff. So like the first example would be representing Taiwanese people so that’s off limits, but the second example would be “people in Taiwan” so I think it’s totally cool to be like “we had a typhoon here this weekend” and I do say stuff like that too

Hopefully these aren’t Hot Takes??

idk my general opinion on white foreigners living anywhere is “drop the superiority and try to learn” and I’ve encountered PLENTY of examples of people doing and not doing that…

[driftwccds]

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Is that JORDAN GONZALES ? Oh, no, that’s SEBASTIÁN DOMINGUEZ-HERRERA, a TWENTY-SEVEN year old MUSICIAN and NIGHT TIME RADIO HOST at VALPOFM who uses HE/HIM pronouns. They currently live in SANTA MOENDA in VALPARAÍSO, and the character they identify with most is ERIC MATTHEWS from BOY MEETS WORLD. Hopefully they find their own little paradise here in el país de los poetas !

tw : spiders and snakes !

tl;dr : third adoptive sibling to luna and javier dominguez-herrera. son of a mexican scream queen & tejano rockstar. cute dumb exciteable music junky who’s way too intense sometimes. the kind of person who acts like you’re his best friend even though you just met, and he means it. struggles w/ some issues mainly regarding not always being as talented and paling in comparison to the rest of his family but mostly… someone who’s very confident in himself & his identity and doesn’t shy from taking risks. can be a little weird and offputting, but there’s never really any malice behind it. he’s just a Weird Little Freak even if he is endearing.

basics :

full name : sebastián luis dominguez-herrera nicknames : seb, seba ( by his siblings & close friends ), his stage & radio name is just sebastián herrera for ease of use age : twenty-seven pronouns : he/him place of birth : miami, florida date of birth : 06/05/199X star sign : gemini

height : 5’7 scars : he was very sheltered growing up… accidents did not really happen tattoos : so many im not even sure where to start. lots and lots of different ghosties and creatures from folklore. both his arms are covered in sleeves that go all the way from his collar down to his hands, which he’s been working on since he was teenager. there aren’t as many on the rest of his body ( namely because he just hasn’t lived enough life to get them everywhere yet ) but he has plans that by the time he’s an elderly person he will have his whole body covered. except maybe his face.  piercings : earlobes on both ears, though he usually only wears an earring in one ; conch ear piercing on left side other distinguishing features : n/a

career : musician ( anotha one ! ), nighttime radio host at valpofm career claim : think angel face by stephen sanchez-esque, and also the marias cinema and submarine which he did w/ luna education : n/a

aesthetics : deep purple pomegranate staining your mouth and hands ; the crackling of a record as it plays through good speakers ; the cool feeling of night time air on your skin as you step off a warm stage ; a red haze of smoke cascading around a bar ; the hustle and bustle of many bodies in one kitchen, full of laughter and sweet singing voices ; rose petals left in a path leading you somewhere romantic ; a dark movie theatre with red velvet curtains ; the gentle sound of acoustic guitar, of low piano notes, of a soft voice ; a smile that makes you feel immediately comfortable ; the darkness that envelopes you on a beach at night, drawing you towards something hopeful on the horizon ; candlelight flickering over pages of sheet music strewn across a dark oak desk ; a table full of food and loved ones ; dark snakes writhing together in a glass case ; the gentle hum of night in a radio station ; never quite feeling like you’ll be enough, but loving yourself anyway currently playing : almost ( sweet music ), hozier ; the take over, the breaks over, fall out boy ; menswear, the 1975 ; american cliche, finneas ; strangers, mt. joy

traits : airheaded, easily distractable, charming, friendly, kind, enthusiastic, passionate, morbid, flaky, loyal

biography :

I : can you state your name, age, and how long you’ve been living in valparaiso, for the record ? 

S : a slow grin breaks out across his face as sebastián takes a seat across from the interviewer. making himself comfortable in the chair. there’s not even a little bit of hesitation in his movements. he’s been in the spotlight for what feels like his whole life ; a camera pointed in his face does nothing to spark nervousness. his arm comes to rest against the back of the chair. “ sebastián dominguez-herrera. i just got here, like, a few days ago. oh── and i’m twenty-seven. “ 

I: let’s start at the beginning : where were you born ? what was your family like ? 

S : “ i was born in miami, technically, but i don’t remember being there at all, because i was adopted to veracruz, mexico when i was only a few months old, and mostly, i grew up there and in new york city. “ he explains, in fragments as the memories come to him, tilting the chair back so the front legs hover dangerously in the air. sebastián doesn’t seem to notice. “ my mom is a famous scream queen. you might recognize her as gale from scream, “ he’s clearly very proud of his family’s accomplishments, “ and my padre is a famous tejano musician ; a latin american rockstar. they adopted me so my older brother, javier, could have a sibling because they were trying to have another kid but it just wasn’t working out for them, at least until they had my younger sibling, luna, but she was an accident. we always called them the miracle baby because of it. “ a pause, “ i wanted to be a lot like my older brother when i was a kid. he was so cool. . .── like in a band, and rode motorcycles, and all this awesome stuff that seemed so cool when i was a teenager. he’s still pretty cool, but now i know he’s afraid of snakes and spiders and shit so he’s less cool. “ seba is playing coy, but the child that lives inside of him still desperately wants javi to think he’s cool, too. it’s part of the reason he’s made the jump to valparaiso : see, everyone, i can also live impulsively. i can also move countries on a whim. weirdly enough, despite his self-assurance, sebastián feels an itch to prove himself, like his whole life he’s just been waiting for opportunities to come to him instead of seeking them out.

I : what kind of kid were you ? what was your childhood like ? 

S : “ i think a lot of people would tell you i was demonic and raised in a house that was the same. “ he laughs, light and easy. “ luna remembers getting bullied── like a lot── because our family was weird, and our mom was being accused of being a witch, but i guess i thought about it differently when i was younger. i thought it was so cool that everyone was afraid of us, like we had some kind of power that they didn’t. i think i also just thought they were jealous. like my mama was in the movies that they were watching, and my papa was on the radio that they were listening too, and then they were mean to us ? “ he scoffs a little. “ our parents pulled us out of school to homeschool us instead, and it worked fine for me. i mean the teachers didn’t like me anyway.  i was really chatty, and never knew how to stay still. i couldn’t focus in school for the life of me ; of course that always gets you labelled as someone who misbehaves. i liked it way better at home because i could just follow my parents around and see what they were doing. with my dad that usually ended up being music stuff, and so while luna read their scripts and books, i was learning what made a good song. we all just kind of hung out together. “ 

I: what was the most defining moment of your life ? how has it impacted you personally ? 

S : he thinks about it. there’s never been one single moment that sebastián can point towards that he would consider the thing that changed his life, at least not yet, but there are a few little stops along the way that he thinks had an impact on who he is today. “ the move to new york was a big one for me. “ he admits, “ leaving our family, and our community, even if they were starting to get mean ; it was weird to be so far from what we had known most of our lives. “ that was probably the first thing that clued sebastián into the weird feeling that settled into his stomach. the second ? a call from his biological mother.

“ see, my biological mother gave me up because she was only sixteen when she got pregnant with me, and she wasn’t ready for kids. but by the time i was in my teens she would’ve been . . . “ he pauses. terrible with math, he tries to figure it out for a moment before giving up, “ anyway, she was older. old enough to have her own family, with her own kids and a husband and stuff. she wanted to get to know me, since i was her first kid. she kept in contact with my parents over the years, just to know i was doing okay, and they were really open to the idea of her flying in to meet me, but only if that’s what i wanted. i want to really emphasize that, “ he leans forward, suddenly serious, “ my parents never made me feel like i was adopted. they just wanted me to have my own choice in what i did with my life──. . . like, they didn’t think it was fair to stop me from having a relationship with her if i wanted to, which was probably really hard for them. “ the thought pops out, and he lets out a soft ‘ hmf ‘ before continuing, “ so she flew to new york and we met for lunch and it was. . . weird. i think especially for the time i was in my life, where i was questioning so much about myself already── you know, preteens── she had the mom haircut and she spoke to me like a mom would and i couldn’t get it out of my head that she was so nice but she gave me up. “ he knows, obviously, that she didn’t do it because she wanted too ; but at the time, it was the first time that sebastián had been exposed to the ideas that maybe there was a personal reason for it too. “ they weren’t really easy feelings to deal with. i still think about it a lot. she wishes me a merry christmas every year, and stuff, but after a few years of hearing about her other life i realized just how hard it was to keep up a relationship like that with someone who didn’t know me the first fourteen years i was alive. it's impossible to feel close with her at all. “ 

there’s another couple seconds of silence, his mood soured just slightly talking about it. it’s not that he holds any particular dislike for his biological mother── he knows that it’s not her fault they were in this scenario, and they were both better off. she made the right call. but it’s still left him with a sense of unease about himself── which, unfortunately, is only destined to get worse. “ there was also last summer. “ it’s fresh enough in his mind sebastián doesn’t really want to focus on it. it’s the same story as always : some girl, a whirlwind romance, and a broken heart. he was always known as being a bit of a loverboy ( in the loosest sense of the term ), and carried his reputation proudly, but he’d been head over heels for her. and she just left. it definitely threw a lot of things into question── again. he shrugs. “ it’s kind of stupid. otherwise, i don’t really know what else i would talk about. “ 

I : what is your job ? why did you chose to be in that specific area of employment ? 

S : “ i’m a musician, but i’m not as successful as the rest of my family. yet. “ seba does sometimes worry he’ll never have the same list of accomplishments that the rest of his family seem to ; that maybe the creative talent they have just doesn’t run in his blood in the same way, and he’s doomed to be the black sheep forever. that’s never stopped him from being their number one supporter. none of that, after all, would be their fault. it was just the cards he was handed. “ my first album just came out last year and i’ve done some stuff with luna, but i’m not aiming to be famous. i already know what that’s like. i just really love music. “ and it’s true. the way he navigates the industry, and music criticism in general. . . for someone so dense, it’s borderline impressive. on air is the only time sebastián sounds like he knows what he’s talking about, even if he is always speaking with an audacious level of blind confidence in himself. “ i think i’d really be comfortable just doing radio for the rest of my life. it’s a lot of fun ! i’m a night owl anyway so i don’t mind the weird, late hours, and it gives me the chance to kind of hone my craft at the same time. “ 

I : what’re you doing in valparaiso ? do you plan on staying ? 

S : “ luna came here because the university had the best program for folklore that she could find, and javi ended up following after her when our mom asked him to. i stayed behind in veracruz to work with our dad for a while but. . . “ he trails off, and then his face breaks out into another wide grin, “ i guess i got kind of bored. i thought maybe it was time for a change, you know, work on my music in a difference place. turns out valpofm’s night time radio host is retiring and he knows my dad pretty well so. . . “ widening his arms, seba gestures to himself, as if that’s all the explanation needed, “ here i am. “ 

quickfire facts :

the third dominguez-herrera sibling ! seba is adopted but was adopted as a baby so he basically grew up raised alongside javi and luna as if he was their flesh and blood. he has feelings about his biological mother but will tell you with 100% certainty that the dominguez-herreras are his family.

drives a motorcycle. javi taught him how because growing up seba always asked him for rides and then once he was old enough to get his license it seemed like a natural fit. probably on the lookout to buy one in valparaiso now that he’s here. 

seba is also a trans man. his pronouns are he/him ! he also very much likes women & femmes but isn’t closed off to the idea that love, to him, could come at any time so he doesn’t always like to stick himself with labels when it comes to sexuality.

( snake tw ) owns 3 snakes all named after demons : lilit, asmodeo and belfegor. did work very hard to make sure his paperwork was all in order before he shipped them to valpo so he could have his little friends with him.

though he’s not as into all of the reading and storytelling behind the myths and legends that kind of haunted his family growing up, he definitely embraces that morbid side of them. would love if someone told him he seems like he’d be in a cult. loves horror movies and that stuff. 

that being said though : WHORE ! opposite to both luna and javi he has been hurt in the past after opening up his heart so quickly and easily to someone he realized he couldnt trust so now he just assumes going into every relationship that they’re just there for a good time ! not a long time ! hes starting to get a little worried that he isn’t long-term settle down material as he gets older and he’s trying to avoid spiraling about it by just turning a blind eye to the problem 🥰 but he’ll be the most fun you’ve ever had for the 3 month whirlwind of a relationship you’re in together. love songs & flowers & thoughtful ( see : intense ) dates before he’s like well this has been real ! bye ! very much the kind of person that makes you feel like you’ve been best friends/lovers your whole life even though you just met yesterday. 

name an instrument and he can play it. if he can’t play it he can probably figure it out. mainly he sticks w/ guitar and piano, but he loves using things to make sound. his solo stuff tends to be very oldies-inspired ( if anyone’s listened to stephen sanchez, much like that ) and him and luna do a lot together that they release but pretend they don’t know who it is ( even though the writing credits are very obviously them ) 

he can speak english and mexican spanish

seba learn how to focus on something challenge! hes a bit dense and struggles with keeping his attention in one place for long periods of time. did not do well in school and did not carry on into post-secondary for that reason but he tries ! he tries very hard ! 

not at all the kind of person to keep his thoughts and opinions to himself. what is a filter ? seba’s never heard of that and he’s never had too. he will yap for hours about nothing and the conversation will jump 40 different topics until you forget what the original plot of the movie was. . . he can’t sit still and he can’t shut up, very useful for being in radio !

wanted connections :

ok im gonna be so real i'm brain dead but i'm sure i'll come back to this at some point.

[foolishfern]

i feel so alone. i have a gf but every time i try and make friends it ends badly

i just really want friends you know?

i see people constantly hanging out with their friends (i know social media is fake, but i genuinely see friend groups all the time) and i feel so jealous.

i want that so badly

but it’s like nobody else understands me apart from my gf. don’t get me wrong, i love her with every fibre of me being but i want friendships as well as i’m obsessed with platonic love.

i’ve tried keeping friends before but nobody wants to keep me around

it’s like i’m the friend everyone comes to when they need help but nobody cares when i’m feeling bad

like i’ve almost been sectioned before and none of my friends cared, they just treated it like a joke.

i’ve opened up to my friends before about something bad happening in my personal life and they just went back to talking amongst themselves (they’re the kind of people who are okay with talking about heavy stuff,, they both shared heavy stuff they’ve been through before and i just wanted some support back after all the times i’ve been there for them)

i’m suspected to have autism but i’ve never met anybody before who has autism in the same way i do (i know it’s a spectrum it just seems like every other autist knows someone who’s like them)

it’s making me feel really depressed (along with many other factors irl)

hopefully this all makes sense

Hi Angel, sorry it took me a while to get back to you, I wanted to answer this delicately as it’s a very sensitive topic.

I completely understand where you’re coming from. I think in life it’s vital that we have platonic love, especially if you’re in a relationship. It doesn’t lessen the love you have for your partner, but you need to have confidants outside of your relationship.

I’m sorry that your past friendships have ended badly. It’s unfair that they come to you for your issues, but treat yours so flippantly. Friendships are a two way street, and I know it’s cliche, but if they’re going to treat you like that, then they’re not truly your friends. You sound like you have a very caring heart, which is lovely and endearing and so so respectable, but it also comes with its own issues.

As selfish as it sounds, you have to put yourself first. If your mental health has taken a hit, you can’t help yourself and help others at the same time. It’s too much to take on. It’s time to take care of yourself, and the people in your life need to understand that.

Unfortunately, I don’t have much advice on how to create friends as an adult. My only proper friend is my next door neighbour. Do you go to school? Or work? Those are some of the best places to create friendships in adulthood. Or, as daunting as it seems, maybe join a club or a group, somewhere where you’ll meet people with similar interests. It’s likely those people are in the same position as you.

I don’t have autism myself, but I am a carer for my autistic sister, and I understand to an extent where you’re coming from. It is a spectrum, and no two people experience things the same way, especially when it comes to being ND. It makes you feel very alone, but you’re absolutely not alone in this. Are there any support groups in your area? Even if there aren’t people who relate to your troubles exactly, they’ll be able to understand and appreciate the feelings you’re having.

I’m sorry if I haven’t been much help. I don’t want to make assumptions or be condescending when it comes to your feelings. Feel free to message me further if you’re comfortable x all my love.

[ssr-archives]

Scene I: Considering this was the sneak peek, I’m sure there’s already been loads of discussion about it, but I’ve got a tad bit to add. If I’m not mistaken the reason people often believe Daniel wasn’t suited for Peggy is because “he’s too nice blah blah such a cliche Peggy needs someone bolder.” Okay but can we just focus on the fact that Daniel literally doesn’t take Peggy’s shit!? I mean she calls him out on looking terrible and he points out the fact that she’s got a hole in her abdomen. Yes, he’s adorable and sweet and a damn cinnamon roll but he’s not the man who’ll swallow up everything she throws at him just because he loves her. If she’s wrong, he’ll say it – only he does it with respect which is what’s most important. 

Scene II: #TeamTakedown. I have nothing deep to add to this scene other than the fact that they look so damn good standing next to each other. I mean c’mon. “You happy?” “Very”. #Married. Take such dialogue into consideration when I discuss their tones with one another in scene III.

Scene III: STAKEOUT. I would like to thank not only God, but Jesus and all the TV writers for using such a glorious trope. I do not know how to words for this scene so please bear with me as I make an attempt.

There’s something really fantastic about both Enver Gjokaj and Hayley Atwell’s body language when their characters are together. They’re clearly comfortable around each other, and because of this, moments that require a type of casual intimacy look and feel effortless.

gif credit |x|. 

You know what’s interesting about this scene? Daniel’s tone. Peggy should’ve stayed home. She’s clearly hurting. The way dialogue is written for these two is absolutely fantastic because the banter + their obvious chemistry makes them sound like a damn married couple. And it’s not even my shipper trash heart talking. There’s the casual “I’m fine” ie: denial of the pain followed by the no you’re not (come here with the hand). Which then turns into a serious conversation bodies but it’s in such an intimate tone as if they can talk about anything. 

“Agent Carter is a series that emphasizes the importance of a woman’s agency, but it’s also a series that beautifully showcases the fact that a strong, fierce woman isn’t weakened when she opens her heart to love. In fact, love is a vast part of Peggy’s story — much like saving the world, romance is included in her happy ending. And by the way the series presents such storylines, not only are we able to forget that it plays with the god-awful “love triangle” trope, but hopefully, viewers get the sense that women aren’t weakened when they give in to their heart’s desires. Agent Carter debunks the conception that love is weakness by evolving a romance through a solid partnership. As Jarvis states, there’s always been something between Daniel and Peggy — a profound, kindred connection. War never really ends for those who’ve lived through it, but despite their visibility, scars don’t ache forever. One day you find yourself standing side by side with someone who’s willing to share your burdens, someone who understands pain and suffering, but beyond that, someone who’s ceaselessly looked deep within your soul in order to assure you that you’re treasured. Daniel Sousa’s done this time and time again — he has put Peggy first because he’s seen irreplaceable heart in her. Agent Carter does an excellent job of treating its women, but it also does a superlative job of brilliantly revolutionizing the true meaning of feminism — equality. This isn’t a series that praises women while slamming men. Respect should be given where it’s due regardless of gender or skin color. And thereby, it was lovely to see Peggy openly declare no one can do better than Daniel because it discredits agent Krezminski’s ridiculous comment about how “no woman would trade in the red, white, and blue for an aluminum crutch.” Daniel isn’t defined by his disability or his status in S.S.R., and Peggy’s always seen the man within. And declaring this out loud essentially allows him to see that he is of great importance to her. She sees what matters in him. This moment could’ve gone in a few different ways, but it continues to amaze me that writers have found incomparable ways of making the relationship so incredibly healthy and organic. Daniel wasn’t going to talk about the broken engagement if Peggy hadn’t mentioned Violet — he wasn’t going to take his newfound freedom to immediately take her up on drinks. And Peggy wasn’t going to get happy because he’s now single. It’s fitting that she’d get angry. It’s fitting that she’d immediately try to fix the situation. And when it comes to communication these two cannot be more awkward, but a heated moment was precisely what they needed in order to work through their feelings. But let’s not waste anymore time because the cinematic brilliance that follows the breathtaking declaration a lot of us have been waiting for is waiting.” full review |x|

gif credit: @sheriffchiselchin 

LET’S TALK (OR SCREAM) ABOUT THE CINEMATOGRAPHY. Notice how it’s black around them except their hands + clothes? And no it’s not the gif’s coloring because they’re all like this. The camera distinctly wants us to focus on their hands (which we would’ve done anyway because of the directing, but the lighting wants us to really focus on the hands). This isn’t casual. It wants to see the clear difference between this kind of togetherness and Jarvis + Peggy’s in the end where it’s clearly friendship.

“The expanse of sentiments humans are able to convey without words is perhaps one of the most enthralling facts about us. And in “Life of the Party” the cinematography gorgeously revealed the magic that’s found in a touch — the effort to not only comfort but to express something more profound simply by joining hands. Thereafter, because it’s easier to feel adoration than it is to speak it, Enver Gjokaj and Hayley Atwell communicate volumes through their expressions. As though Daniel and Peggy are physically and emotionally realizing just how much really lies between them. And it is that exact realization which gracefully leads in to an almost kiss — cue Daniel Pamberton’s “The Unfinished Kiss” from The Man from U.N.C.L.E. This is such a crucial moment in their development because it comes at a time where it’s not only entirely unexpected but they’re both a little lost in the tenderness of the other’s physical touch and yearning expressions. What’s so interesting about Daniel and Peggy is that while it’s always been clear there’s been something between them, the seemingly effortless progression into a solid partnership is playing a vital role in drawing them towards one another. It’s easy to be together. It’s easy for Peggy to let her walls down with him. It’s easy to be honest. It’s easy to give in to the magnetic pull that’s taken ahold of both their hearts.” full review |x|

Peggy’s choice to place her hand on his was her way of genuinely apologizing. Yes, she has feelings for him, but she’d never overstep her boundaries just as he wouldn’t overstep his. But this moment, the one little move she made takes us back to how comfortable they are around one another. And here’s the thing, the thing that I love so deeply about my ships. Sometimes people are just drawn to each other. And when chemistry is that strong, you don’t think too hard. Your bodies do the talking for you. Your bodies and expressions say 1,540,940,201 words to each other. That’s what’s happening in these moment. Neither of these idiots understand what’s going on between them, but it’s strong, it always has been. The combination of respect and kindness has in time strengthened their bond beautifully.

but again: CINEMATOGRAPHY. It wants us to focus on their hands. And in this scene especially, it’s again effortless. Daniel’s not thinking about this, it just happens, but what we’re meant to see is the tenderness between them. These tiny moments of intimacy that show us these two are incredibly comfortable around one another. He is of higher rank than her and the fact that he treats himself as her equal floors me. He doesn’t want to take the fall for her because he thinks she can’t handle but because he’s just responsible in this. They’re in the same position in his mind and he rather get the blame. Also, kudos to Peggy for saying she’s got Jack covered. She doesn’t refuse help when she needs it, but when she doesn’t, she’s willing to speak up. And the fact that there’s so much honesty between these idiots is perfect.

Scene V: “We should talk … about things.” And now we wait until the talk, but OMG these two. I just. They’re so ridiculously good together when it comes to work and everything else. They’re both so boldly confident but then when feelings are involved it’s like uhhhh hi hehehe. So basically they are us. Except instead of the fkjafldksjfaklsdjfdslkf they’re lost adorable little puppies. 

Scene VI: phone call #2. Peggy’s expression when Vernon picked up the phone broke me. And I cannot wait until these two reunite next week because I have no words for how distraught I am.

And that’s all for now because seriously if you made it all the way down here kudos. I am beat. But these two are worth that exhaustion. 

Afternoon Tea and PeggySous 2x06 + 2x07

Hello precious coconut cream puffs! I had considered doing this in two parts, but I figured we should just combine them thereby, it’ll bit a tiny bit longer than usual so I hope that’s alright.

If you’d like more of a full episode review we’ve got you covered over at MGcircles. Also be sure to check out the brilliance over at Nerdy Girl Notes and Geekly Inc for their Agent Carter reviews.

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hi eboni 🖤🖤🖤🖤

i’m going to ask you some questions >.< hopefully let your mind focus on something else for a little while 🥺

what do you typically have for breakfast or your first meal of the day if you aren’t a breakfast person?

what’s a song that wrapped around your heart this year?

did you try to find animals in the clouds as a child? (maybe you still do)

what’s a name you really like?

what sparks memories the most for you: music, smells, or food?

if you had to assign a color to your soul, which one would you choose?

what’s your comfort movie? what little treat would you enjoy while watching it?

sending you love 🖤

hii saraya, wow it's been ages and im so sorry i got to this ask only now. hmm let's see these are some lovely qs

scrambled eggs with veggies, some sort of cheese (i've discovered whey cheese and it's so good) and maybe some cold cut meat like mortadella with bread (typical levantine breakfast really)

dead man by david kushner i think

i think i did! i can't remeber any tho :( i love looking at clouds, my instagram feed is basically sky pictures

anything with a V in it, Violet maybe, Ebony too hence my online nickname.

childhood snacks and cartoons i used to watch as a kid. smells usually hit me with unknown nostalgia and i can't always place where i remember them from, there's a shampoo that smells like 7th grade in our previous apartment.

is it cliche to say black? but it's a color that's felt most like home to me, some people told me I feel like dark violet but that's too confident for me, i am someone who fades into the shadows, afraid to take up space and exist so black is an armor, plus it's the best color on my skin. there's also a forest green somewhere.

comfort movie ... dead poets society? absolute destruction to my heart. i like to have instant noodles or chips.

sending you love back, feel free to ask more if you want, and wish me luck finding my writing voice again, it's been dead for too long.🖤