#i do want to get to more of those SJ prompts

[naffeclipse]

When you finish the cryptid fic do you have any other AUs or fics planned?

Or any you're kind of considering at the moment?

I'm going to write a MerMay fic that's a spiritual sequel to Deep Dreams involving Sun and Moon!

I do have a few AUs that I haven't talked about yet, but I hesitate to bring them up as I still have a few fics that are currently published that I can/might add more to, like Syzygy in Dedication, but I also don't want to jump into another big writing project so soon after CS. I'm just going to focus on the MerMay fic and see what I'm feeling after that :)

[rarepears]

Please keep writing for SL and svsss, and no we are not tired of it (tbh I thought you would get tired of Svsss prompts so I have to hold myself back :/ but now that isn’t a problem :D)

Im up for a bit of angst soooo, SY and LBH are married but LBH cheated and decided to start a harem. SY wants no part of it so he leaves, he doesn’t go into a relationship straight away but he eventually starts to date some one else (LQG, YQY, MQF, etc. anyone you want). But they also cheat on him cause they fell in love with the peerless immortal SQQ facade and not SY (SY became comfortable with them enough to show them what he is really like).

Fast forward a couple more heartbreaks later, the OG! SQQ comes back and he is ANGRY. LBH and the other ex’s try to get with him, but because of SY they forgot that he actually isn’t nice and is, in fact, a dick. SJ finds out about what they did to SY and he shows them what he is really like. Que making their lives living hell because SY might be nice and caring but he is an absolute petty bitch that will use any advantage to bring you down.

SQQ and SY develop a pretty good friendship because of this and after a few years they decided to date (they won’t instantly jump in cause of past experiences and trauma). Everyone else sees their happy and stable relationship and start feel sorry about what they did to SY and SQQ in the past, but they don’t care anymore and go live their cottage core life 😌.

PS. Please make them REGRET hurting my baby SY

I'm going to flip some things around here.

Shen Yuan doesn't realize Luo Binghe's feeling for him. He thinks he's just the first person to join Binghe's harem, and this assumption is validated by the incoming stream of girls that Binghe is collecting. Shen Yuan assumes he's faded into the background of the harem enough that he skedaddles out of there before the harem really gets messy with poisoning and sabotage.

As for Luo Binghe, he was feeling emotionally unfulfilled by his relationship with Shen Yuan and Shen Yuan made all those comments about getting a harem, so Luo Binghe did what Shen Yuan said and got a harem. He was still left wanting because no one fulfilled all his desires of cuddling, holding hands, and fluff. It was all Binghe doing the giving, not other people cuddling and hugging Binghe after Binghe's bad day.

(Well, not to say that Shen Yuan didn't notice, but it wasn't anything different from before they established their relationship as lovers rather than Master and disciple! Plus, Luo Binghe may or may not have some very very unrealistic standards about how a romantic relationship should go after reading one too many overly possessive and kind of insane yandere love stories - you know exactly the type I'm talking about here where the ML is some 30 year old tyrant who usurped the throne from his older emperor brother in order to marry the beautiful 15 year old girl born to a concubine engaged to marry the crown prince by her power hungry father.)

Shen Yuan ends up sinking into a relationship with Liu Qingge. Now, it's not either parties' fault here, but their relationship doesn't hit 100%. Liu Qingge is in love with Shen Qingqiu, but he can't find that spark of personality in Shen Qingqiu in this amnesiac version of Shen Qingqiu. There's not enough bite, not enough vitriolic arrogance.

Shen Yuan is also not feeling great about this relationship because he can't convey his worries about his real family back in modern China or talk about how sometimes he wakes up in the middle of the night feeling like he can't breath, that he needs an oxygen tube, that he can feel his chronic disease returning.

So yeah, that relationship just falls apart on its own. Sad sad.

Shen Yuan ends up finding comfort in his dreams where he dreams up of some man who fulfills all his needs in a romantic partner, yet for whatever reason, his dream can't figure out what this man is supposed to look like, so his mind just stamps his own face - the Shen Qingqiu face - onto this love interest. It's weird, Shen Yuan thinks, but okay he will take it. Shen Yuan proceeds to verbally vomit all his fears, thoughts, and past history onto this dream lover, and damn this is better than therapy.

There we have it: Shen Yuan X Shen Jiu relationship happens in Shen Yuan's dreamscape. Shen Yuan eventually realizes that he's actually interacting with Shen Jiu's ghost, pulls in Airplane to figure out how to get Shen Jiu a body, and they go off into the sunset.

Because Shen Jiu already has no good thoughts about Cang Qiong before his death and Shen Yuan's experience (replacing Shen Jiu with no one remaining suspicious about it all), Shen Jiu has no plans to reveal himself. As much as he would like to verbally flay into everyone, he values the long term gains than short term happiness, so he zips his mouth and grabs Shen Yuan out of the hornet nest.

As far as Cang Qiong knows, Shen Qingqiu just eloped with some stranger. Oh dear.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Sylvester the Cat x Toon!Reader || Drabble

Plot: I'm just experimenting with the Looney Tune idea so possibly enjoy some cute Sylvester Jr wanting you to be his new other parent.

Warnings: Toon violence?

You're just tying up the ends of Wile E's bandages into a tight little knot, prompting a wince from the coyote and a little board sign saying 'Ouch!'. Immediately you wince, stepping back. "Ohh... sorry, Wile E... I'm not exactly certified... " Daffy made you do this job, seeing as you're worse at sports then any of them- and that's saying something.

His head falls forward slightly and his ears wilt as you step back.

"Okay! Who's nex- " Turning around - picking up some more bandages and band aids in one fist, and an industrial sized tube of Acme branded antiseptic cream tucked under your other arm, - you look about for your next patient.

- And droop as soon as you see what kind if work load is waiting for you. It looks like every toon you know is lined up for medical attention!

The bandages and band aids slip out of your hands and scatter across the floor. "Oh boy." Quickly taking a deep breath to refresh yourself, you perk right up in order to get to it. Okay! "Sly! You're first, what's wro- Uh, hah. Nevermind."

Looking at him... maybe you don't have to ask...

Tweety flies through the giant gaping hole in Sylvester's tummy and the cat gives great sigh, slumping forward. "Why are the only times he's in there are when he can get out!!"

"I know, I know, woe is you. Sit down." You have no time for sympathies right now, you can allocate Sly only 2 minutes- and that's because you like him. The other patients coming get only one. "Okay, Sly!... um... " Oh brother you're stuck. Why do you do with an ailment like this?? Sylvester patiently sits, waiting for you to finish as you set your paws on your hips with a huff... wondering where exactly to go from here. Hm. "Do you maybe... know where your insides... are? Like, presently?"

"Uhh, they were... disintegrated... "

You two share a concerned look. "Maybe... spackle?- "

Just as Sylvester is gulping down his fear at your crazy suggestion, a certain black and white kitten comes speeding out of the crowd at the two of you. "FATHER!" Sylvester Junior stops at his fathers side, eyes wide with worry. "Father! Is he okay, Y/N??"

As you start rifling through your medical kit for something actually useful, you waive a dismissive paw at the kitten. "Oh, don't worry SJ. Your dad has recovered from worse- you know that."

Oh- that gives you an idea! It may not be strictly medical... or orthodox in the least, but its worth a try! Come on- you guys are toons. Straightening up, you look to the court; Searching for the little yellow speck you know is flying around somewhere.

Sylvester Jr nods slowly, pouting. His eyes are big, and round, and adorably full of worry. "Do you think I can sit on his lap safely, Y/N?"

Oh he's just the cutest. You turn back to your patient and raise your brows at him. "Can he?"

Sly perks up at the chance to get some much needed affection - rather then shameful berating, - from his rugrat. "Of course he can- come on, son- oww... " Unfortunately Sylvester Junior throws caution to the wind, and launches his little body at his father- almost going all the way through and causing you to seriously wince, but luckily Sylvester has a good grip on him and sets him in his lap rather then inside the cavern that was his belly. "Aghhh... thanks, son... I feel a lot better now... oof!- "

Sylvester Junior has thrown his arms around his father, and your heart leaps at the adorable scene...

Except- you wouldn't have, if you had heard what was really going on in that hug.

Sylvester's eyes widen and he deadpans at his son, hearing the words that come out in a rushed, hoarse whisper as soon as the hug he thought was genuine closes around his neck. Of course... this is his son, after all...

"How am I doing, Father?? Is Y/N looking?? I've been told that other cats become more inclined to date a cat who's good with children!, and since you're hopeless at that, I've elected myself, your darling baby son, to help you! So, are they looking father??"

"Junior!"

"Yes father???"

"I do not need your help to woo anyone, and I'm working on Y/N... " Sly tries to assure Jr, not sounding totally sure as his eyes fall downcast. "Its, uh, just a slow process, is all... " After a moment, he proudly lifts his chin, and he would puff out his chest, if... you know.. it was there... "I got your mother on my own, didn't I??"

Sylvester's proud moment is cut off quickly as his son pulls away from him to give a very deadpanned, sassy expression at the mention of his absentee mother cat. "And where is she, may I ask, father??"

A loud 'Aha!' comes from you a few feet away as you jump up, and grab something right out of the air.

Deeply rolling his eyes, irritation flickering inside him at the antics of his son, Sylvester Sr plonks him down on the bench beside him, angrily crossing his arms. Jr follows suit, looking like an exact replica of his father... except, smaller.

Blinking blankly around to see the two, with Tweety now wriggling around in your paws, you giggle at the sight. "What happened to you two? You were having such a heart warming father-son moment a second ago!"

"I'm full of shame, Y/N. Oh woe... "Sylvester Jr sighs, shaking his head as Sr turns his head slowly to look at him. "How am I to face my friends at the playground... My father- a loser!"

Sylvester pointedly looks away, angry eyes pointing towards the court. "My son... a spoiled brat. How am I ever to show my face in society, again?" An even heavier sigh comes out of Sylvester Jr at that remark, and Sylvester Sr immediately jumps up from the bench, pointing a stern finger at his son. "Oh no ya don't- Don't you dare get out that bag!!"

"But Father! I'm full of shame!" Sylvester Jr whines, holding the paper bag in his lap as you watch the two in wonderment. How they can bicker like this, and still have such an adorable, open relationship you have no clue - some kids are too scared to talk back to their fathers, - but the state of these two's relationship is truly, really endearing to you.

Oh how you love Sly... You catch yourself swooning at the thought of him, and immediately stop yourself. Stop it, Y/N! This is not the time for that. Taking a deep breath, you shake yourself. Okay, back to the task at hand.

Meanwhile, Sylvester snatches the paper bag away from Jr. "Oh, cut that out, wouldja?!"

While there's a pause in the argument, you jump and take your chance to hold up Tweety in front of Sylvester's face- his pupils shrinking at the sight and his teeth growing sharper, somehow.

"Oh no oh no- You mean old puddy tads- using me like this!" Tweety exclaims, wings pressed firmly to your paws and pushing, struggling to wiggle up and out of your tight grip. Yeah yeah, you think. Tell it to the choir.

Hopefully when I let Tweety go, Sly will give chase... and be all better!

Heh... isn't that how it works? It is, right? He'll 'perk right up'! you could say.

"Alright... here goes nothing!" You squeak, closing your eyes and letting Tweety go, hoping to god that Sylvester doesn't trample you in his endeavour to snatch his favourite little yellow bird.

Feeling a wind blow against you side and ruffling your fur as Sylvester springs to action, you slowly crack your eyes open again- first seeing Sylvester Jr as he still sits on the bench in front of you swinging his legs over the side of the bench, before peaking over your shoulder, and... "Yes!" You cry out as soon as your keen feline eyes catch sight of Sylvester looking good as new again on the court, chasing Tweety through the still-roaring basketball game. Clasping your hands together, your tail wiggles excitedly behind your back. "It worked!"

"What?" Sylvester hears your cheering and immediately halts in his tracks, looking at you then down at himself- a big, toothy smile spreading across his face when he see's he's all better. "Y/N! You did it! Thanks!"

"Of course!" You call back, then point at the scoreboard and wink. "Now kick those Monstar's butts for me!"

The green Monstar turns a squinty looking evil eye on you at hearing your words but you don't care- you're far too busy burning the image of Sly giving you a thumbs up into your mind.

"Heheh, no problem... " That trademark evil grin slips across Sly's face again as he rubs his paws together, turning his attention back to the game as you sigh, paws on your hips; Happy with your job well done.

"Uh, hello??" Someone speaks up from behind you, and you jump, suddenly remembering the mile long line of toons that still need medical attention.

Ohhh... great. You slowly turn around, seeing Elmer giving you angry eyes and quickly look extremely apologetic, paws awkwardly behind your back and spine as straight as a plank. Oops!

You might seem help... you think you tilting your head to see the rest of the long... long, l o n g line. "Uhh... SJ? You wanna help me play nurse, maybe?"

"Oh, yes Y/N!" He exclaims enthusiastically, hopping off the bench and taking up your medical kit in his short little arms- which is way too big for him. You giggle and take it from the kitten, patting his head. "I'll be happy to be your assistant!"

Fist bumping each other, you wink. "That's the kinda attitude I like to see! Lets go."

~

A couple hours and countless injuries later and the game is coming to a nail chewing close. Truly, this is a new level of anxiety you're feeling as you leave Sylvester Junior, now exhausted and up past his bedtime, curled in Granny's lap with a blanket strewn over him. Then you sit back down to watch the game beside a very injured Sly, as Witch Hazel defibrillates Taz.

If Michael doesn't make this shot - with but seven seconds to go, - he has to move to Moron Mountain in your place. You all dragged him here for help and now h's the one with everything on the line.

You cant help but feel a massive load of guilt.

"Oh I cant watch!" You squeak suddenly amongst the thunderous sounds of the audience at 4 seconds, and cover your eyes. "Tell me when its over!"

.

.

.

3 seconds later, the buzzer screeches and you hear the toons around you cheering, and peak out nervously from beyond your paws. ... What happened?

Your gaze flickers to the score board.

Oh my god. A deep, relieved breath comes out of you. "We won!?"

"We won!" Sylvester concurs, jumping up from the bench and throwing a fist into the air. Then he puts his paws on your arms and beams down at you. "We're not gonna be slaves!!"

You wonder what you could say in response, but the one thing your body is telling to you to do is throw your arms around him- so you do. And he doesn't think twice before squeezing you back, picking you up and swinging you around.

Then the world comes crashing down around Sly, as his son opens his eyes to see the scene- and gasps. The kitten sits up quickly in Granny's lap and points. "Oh, father! You did it! I knew you could do it!"

Immediately Sylvester puts you down, his paws retreating from you and a definite sense of nervousness - and maybe embarrassment? - settles over him. You raise your brows, confused, but still swimming in the joy of the game being won and just tilt your head as you confusedly smile. "What did he do??"

Sly Jr doesn't even think a second before gleefully elaborating- despite his father very nearly shaking his soul free waving his hands at him in a doomed endeavour to shut his son up. "No- stop, Junior!- "

"Asked you out! Didn't he?" As the wide eyed bewilderment on your face and the utter horror on Sylvester's dawns on Jr, his shoulders drop and he turns disappointedly at his dad. "Didn't you?"

"No!"

"Oh, father!- "

Sylvester Sr's tail, shoulders, and head slump forward as he turns his kitten around so he faces away from the two of you, embarrassment replaced by exasperation. "You're tired, son. Go to sleep. Night night, sleep tight, sweet dreams, don't let the bed bugs bite and we'll talk in the morning." Then he slowly, meekly turns back to you.

And you're practically glowing. "Sly... what's he talking about?"

"Father likes you!- " Sylvester Jr tries to speak up again, turning his head but Sr twists his head carefully back, a reprimanding tone in his voice.

"Sleep! Hah hah... " Sylvester (Sr) turns back to you, arms held carefully behind his back as he chuckles nervously. "My son is... troubled... a little- "He point at his head and swirls his finger; A gesture reading 'Loopy'. As soon as the meaning behind that word and his gesture occurs to you, you visibly droop. Oh. Okay... I guess SJ was just messing with us... Sly watches this reaction, and his ears perk up quickly; Sensing some dissappintment. "I mean, uh... unless you liked the i-idea?"

You peak up at him again from the floor, seeing his face slowly going red. "... D-do you?"

"Wha- I asked first! You answer the question."

"Hey." Setting your fists to your hips, you look stubbornly at him. "You were just taking it all back! So you tell the truth. Which is it??"

"Yeah- but I asked the question first!"

"Sylvester James Pussycat Senior!"

"Pfft... if you think pulling full name on me is going to change anything... " He rolls his eyes, crossing his arms. "You've got another thing comin'!"

Your eyes narrow, and so do his, before suddenly Taz jumps up from the bench he was resting on and ZOOMS past Sly so fast and so hazardously, that he's caught off guard and jumps forward with a yelp- accidentally knocking you.

"Oh!-"

"H-hold on, I got ya!!" Sylvester's eyes widen to the size of dinner plates and he grabs you just before gravity manages to drag you down to the ground; Pulling you back up to your feet- which just so happens to bring you two extremely close together.

Two sets of eyes widen and faces go red.

Everything seems to go a little quieter around you, the deafening sounds of the auditorium seeming to get plunged under water as the crazy all just slows down for just a moment. Enough for you to enjoy the few seconds you foreseeably get before he jumps back like someone sprayed him.

But to your surprise, he doesn't move. Just stands there and looks shocked... but does not move even an inch away from you. Doesn't even let go of you.

Finally, after a few good moments, you sigh and give in. "... Sly, would you like to go out sometime with me?"

"Ah... " His ears flatten against his head as he looks bashful, with a cute little smile that makes your stomach do backflips as he curls his tail around yours. "Yes, I'd like that very much."

You lean up and give him a feather light kiss on the cheeks- and he goes even redder.

[canmom]

What are your thoughts on Benjanun Sriduangkaew these days? It’s either ‘She’s the scum of the earth’ or ‘You’re racist if you criticise her’ with people and no in-between - She posts about trans rights mostly these days but I haven’t seen her being caught up in any drama lately.

idk how much i should respond to gossip when prompted lol but basically in my more hardcore sj cult days i am embarrassed to say i would really go out of my way to defend her. eventually i kind of got sick of her dunking on random redditors and grew up enough to lose the sense of moral obligation and pull away. after seeing her utter hypocrisy in the helicopter story affair i won't have anything to do with her.

she's basically always been a rich, arrogant bully, who was broadly good at figuring out the right language and targets as the context shifted, until she managed to pick a fight with a nastier, more well established clique who managed to get their callout post awarded a Hugo lol. she's good at attracting devotees, consciously or not, and rn that mostly seems to be a handful of white trans girls (and, idk if he's still around, but this one really longwinded maoist guy). i don't rly trust it but that's those girls' problem.

unfortunately the 2010s were pretty much a playground for such people, actors who are generally much subtler than b.s., and science fiction and fantasy lit is exactly the sort of proud, narrow niche (like 'fandom' or comics or indie games) which brings out the worst in everyone - disingenuously marshaling outrage and narrative to fight over their corner of a shrinking pool or get their hooks in some trend. it's enemy territory, and it routinely fucks the people who have had anything worthwhile to say artistically bc they are the ones to make the tragic mistake of taking things seriously. b.s. was careless, and had the disadvantage of not being white, but hers was not a game you really want to win lol

[oftenderweapons]

Illicit Affairs — Hoseok

Pairing: Hoseok x reader (nicknamed Giggles)

Wordcount: 11.2k

Genre: Smut. A tiny little bit of angst and fluff too but. Smut.

Rating: 18+

Hi bumblebees! Thank you for staying with me so far and for being so kind with hey works and my continuously shifting schedule.

Quick plot! Hoseok and Giggles have just met: Giggles was the substitute for Mickey’s vet and she helped the doggo and Hoseok during an emergency, however the hour they spent together was enough for Hoseok to develop a quite intense crush for the young woman. He decides he wants to invite her to a date and picks his apartment as the location, going out of his way to try to impress her. However, the elegant dinner miserably crashes once his poor nerves abandon him. Fortunately, Giggles can take the reins, but is also willing to give them up at the right moment.

Special thanks to beta extraordinaire, @hobiandsprite​ I really love you. Please, don’t be sad and let those giggles out every now and then.

Moving on to The Big Stuff.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Alcohol consumption, swearing. Basic BDSM training, Sir!Hoseok x sub!reader; safe sex, briefest mentions of masturbation (male and female), grinding, humping, making out, lots of tongue action, food play (and very messy one at it), cum play, cum eating, mild choking kink, one (1) breast slap, mild fetishism (panties, perfume/smells). Hoseok is overall very controlling, especially while he’s giving her basic training. There’s some sort of exhibitionism (if you like,,,, squint). Also Hoseok is a neurotic mess, Giggles is also quite tense and both like each other a lot, which leads to a few moments of weakness here and there. Mentions of vet emergency (don’t worry, Mickey is doing alright, he was just suffering from the hot temperatures).

Here you can check my full masterlist

Enjoy 💜✨

Jung Hoseok was nervous.

He was tense, palms sweating, nape drenched in perspiration.

He was a ball of nerves and he had never felt like this in a long time. Maybe ever since his first performance in the U.S.

Not like the day of their debut, but close.

And all of this for a stupid date.

He just wanted to know you, see if the image he had built of you actually corresponded with your actual personality.

He cracked his neck and shoulders, pacing back and forth, wondering if it were a good idea having you at his place.

After all, you were Mickey’s vet. He could be safe with you, right? You wouldn’t expose him now, would you?

It was the first time he ever brought someone in his home and he was way too nervous to feel comfortable.

He immediately picked up his phone.

“Jung. Hoseok. I don’t even know why I picked up this call. Why aren’t you getting prepped and polished for your date?” Yoongi’s voice was quiet and gravelly from the other side. It was seven pm, he shouldn’t have been sleeping, Hoseok mused, shaking his head once he realised Yoongi was spending the weekend with Kitten and the two had probably been dozing off on the sofa all afternoon.

“I think I fucked up. I like this apartment, I can’t jeopardise my home.” He panicked, finally losing his cool.

Yoongi inhaled and groaned as he stood up, leaving Kitten alone to rest undisturbed. “She seems a kind person. A smart one too. Just talk to her.”

“You know I suck at talking!” Hoseok whined, combing his hair off his forehead. “I don’t know why I want to impress her so bad.”

Yoongi chuckled. “Because you have a crush on her.”

“But I don’t even know her!” Hoseok protested, sitting on the sofa for a second before standing up again.

“That’s the key ingredient of a crush. Once you start getting to know her, you either grow out of it or fall in love.”

Hoseok cocked his head and toyed with his earlobe nervously. “Do you think she’ll like me? I mean, she looks so sweet, and so innocent and I can’t even imagine her being into—”

“Don’t judge. Strange fits sometimes work. Think Jimin and Princess. Seokjin hyung and Angel. They work. Strange, I know, but they do.”

Hoseok exhaled.

“Stop pacing. Don’t be too hard on yourself. First date is always a bumpy road. Maybe you’ll find out she’s not your thing and all these worries will be gone by the end of the night.”

“What if I like her and she doesn’t like me?”

Yoongi softened. “It’s all part of the game, Hobah.”

Hoseok nodded. “I have to go see if the chef needs help.”

Yoongi grinned. His friend was really going out of his way. Once, all he wanted were hotel rooms and quiet, curvy brunettes with so many sins they had officially given up on heaven at least a lifetime ago. “No matter how it goes, I’m sure you’ll find someone right for you.”

Hoseok nodded curtly before realising his friend couldn’t see his reply. “Thank you, Yoongi.”

“Sweep her off her feet, Casanova.”

With a bubbly laugh, Hoseok interrupted the call, headed to the private kitchenette. “Can I help you in any way?” Hoseok asked, still keeping his hands on his stomach, trying not to touch anything that could possibly cause a disaster — which considering the setting and his poor cooking skills meant everything.

“It’s okay. I can take care of everything. Don’t worry. Relax.” The chef almost wanted to take a second to pat the younger man’s back. He was probably six years his senior but the stress of a first date was timeless.

And the poor guy was sweating disastrously.

“Okay, then I’ll go check the table.” Hoseok murmured.

“Already settled. And the cake  is waiting in the fridge. It’s still too hot for it.” The chef replied as he turned off the stove since the sauce for the noodles had reached perfect texture. “Maybe a small glass of soju could help?”

Hoseok shook his hands in panic. “Oh, no. That would make it all worse. Why is it so hot in here!”

He walked away from the kitchen, once more staring at the table near the wide floor to ceiling windows. The view would soon turn stunning, the Han river running like a pitch black road, cutting the city in two, Itaewon lighting up in the distance and emerging like a glowing mirage against the night sky.

What if she’s scared of heights?

He banged his head against the wall, pacing again, texting the group chat.

HS: “What if she suffers from vertigo?”

SJ: “You didn’t place the table by the window, did you?”

Hoseok tugged at his hair, undoing a button on his shirt. Why was everything so fucking hot?!

HS: “Should I move it? I have ten minutes! I can move it.”

TH: “Don’t. You can place her with her back to the window if she feels uncomfortable.”

JK: “You’re such a loser, hyung. Relax, it will work out.”

HS: “DON’T TELL ME TO RELAX YOU UNGRATEFUL RASCAL”

JM: “Okay, let’s calm down. Personally I would feel even worse with my back to the window. You can move to the coffee table. It will feel more informal and you will FINALLY GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR ASS,

JM: “she probably just wants to chat over fried chicken while you’re going to make her uncomfortable with all that finesse.”

NJ: “Gotta agree with Jimin on this one. She’ll simply want to chat. You’ll want to chat and get to know her.”

YG: “I told you it will be alright now stop spamming.”

HS: “AND I SUCK AT CHATTING”

JK: “yeah, you kinda ramble”

JM: “not helping Guk.”

The doorbell rang.

Fuck.

He pocketed his phone and headed to the door. “Yes?”

“Uhm… It’s confusing here, I think you need to pick me up.” You said anxiously over the intercom.

“I’m coming. Wait in the foyer.” He slipped on his shoes and got in the elevator, cracking all the joints of his fingers as it descended, going through the process again once he had cracked them all. He dumbly wished he had more fingers.

The door opened and there you stood with your back to him, your shoulders covered by a messy tumble of hair.

“Hello?” He called, making you turn around immediately.

His stomach turned upside down when you hit him with your sweetest, most radiant smile as you faced him. “Hi!”

He felt dumbstruck. You looked adorable, way too pretty for him. Way too incredible for anyone in the universe. “Hello.” He repeated, feeling a nervous smile constrict his face.

It almost looked like a grimace. For a second you thought you had somehow disappointed him. Maybe your dress was too informal? Were you too underdressed?

Staring at his outfit, you realised you were.

“You look very handsome.” You flattened your dress nervously, aware of every movement you made, feeling ridiculous.

“Oh, thank you.” He emitted the most neurotic laugh. Pull yourself together, Jung Hoseok, he innerly scolded himself before gesturing to the lift. “Shall we?”

You nodded, your glee completely lost. Staring at your dumb flats, you approached the opening doors and entered, Hoseok following suit.

You both stayed silent for a couple floors. “How was your day?” You managed to find the guts to ask.

“Uhm… Okay, I guess? My family came to pick Mickey up the other day so it’s been very quiet and a bit lonely.” He smiled but he looked sad.

You nodded. “Pets really change the whole feeling of home.”

He noticed you pressing your hands together before your lap, tucking your elbows against your sides as you tried to shrink yourself enough to disappear. You knew you should have bought a nice dress for this. You cursed your childish tastes and your sweet saffron dress, too demure and cheap for him. You had maybe spent 30,000 won on it, probably the equivalent of his shoelaces.

Screw that — obviously even his shoelaces cost more than that.

You started sucking at your lips, frowning at yourself for messing up your lipgloss. Out of nerves, you started twisting slightly side to side, your dress moving slightly with the motion, your eyes still focused on your shoes.

He was intimidating. Why in the world did you accept a date with him? He was way out of your league! All it would be was one date you would remember someday in your old years, annoying your grandchildren with that one time you had dinner at one of the most incredibly powerful and famous artists of the world.

Hoseok surreptitiously dried his palms against his trousers. He looked at you. His stomach turned again. He wondered how he would manage to eat all that food. All he could do was look at you and take in the cute freckles, that peppered your nose and cheekbones, and your arms too.

“You have freckles.” He noted absentmindedly, a thought unwillingly turned into speech.

You turned your head to him, batting your lashes confusedly. Was it a good thing or a bad thing?

“Yes.”

“You look like a strawberry.” Jung Hoseok, what the fuck.

You frowned. Again, was that good or bad?

“No one has ever told me that before,” you replied with a tense giggle.

He cocked his head at the sound. That was sweet. He liked that. Could he make you laugh like that again? “And you look very pretty in the dress. That shade of yellow really compliments you.” He confessed, feeling his whole face blush.

This felt like his first crush, when he would hide behind corners not to face the girl he liked, and when he would hide his face because it made him feel strange to be looked in the eye by her. She was way too pretty for him.

Thank the heavens, you thought as the doors finally opened on his floor.

He was drenched in sweat. He could literally feel the back of his shirt stick to his skin. He hoped you wouldn’t notice.

He smiled again, this time more relaxedly as he led the way. The lighting was perfect, the deep night sky splashing its colour over Seoul, the billowing darkness of the Han, the magical glimmering of Itaewon, like a flock of fireflies in the distance.

“Goodness gracious,” you exclaimed, walking toward the window and looking out, completely ignoring the table. “This is… It’s like flying.”

He smiled and let his shoulder sag in relief, his elated exhale cooling his heated chest. “I was panicking because it kind of hit me that you could be scared of heights. Like one of those last minute panic thoughts.”

You turned to him to comfort him. “It’s—”

You noticed the table. You noticed the gargantuan quantity of bowls and dishes and plates and cups spread all over it.

Suddenly it all made sense.

“Was this supposed to be a formal dinner?” You asked, your whole face scrunched in perplexity.

He froze in utter confusion. “Just dinner.”

“Are you okay?” You asked, looking as his left eyelid started pulsating with small flutters.

He hurriedly placed his hand over it, turning his back to you. “Yeah, just… Hot weather, blood pressure...”

You walked closer to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. He was drenched. “Jung Hoseok,” you called calmly.

You could feel his heartbeat get three times faster.

“Hoseok. Turn around,” you told him sweetly, rubbing his shoulder-blade softly, completely ignoring the way the fabric stuck to his skin.

He turned to you, still cupping the left side of his face with both hands.

“Are you nervous?” You asked, feeling the ridge of his shoulder with your fingertips.

He nodded shyly, giving you the smallest pout.

“And you got a full meal for this? Were you trying to kill me by overfeeding me?” You asked with a tiny smile.

“I— I didn’t know what you like and I hired a chef so we could have excellent food here at home and—”

“This wasn’t necessary, you know that right?” You rubbed your thumb against the muscle and bone of his shoulder. “I mean, it’s not like I don’t appreciate it, but it seems like you went maybe… slightly out of your way for this.” You noticed more details, like the flowers and the candles and… wait, he hired a chef? There was another person that would take part in your date as a silent, distant viewer?

“Is it too much?” He asked, frowning and grimacing.

You offered him a lopsided grin and tipped your head to one side, then to the other, back and forth in a so-and-so gesture.

He covered his whole face with his hands and collapsed on the sofa. “Shit, I fucked up so bad.”

You crouched down before him, making sure that the dress didn’t expose too much of your thighs. “It’s okay. Would you like to have a formal dinner?”

“I just wanted to make a good impression.” He whined, tugging at his hair once more.

You touched his forearms, trying to ease his tension before realising that you were technically strangers and maybe he didn’t like being touched. You scolded yourself for your over-tactile approach, and your dumb habit of treating everyone like abandoned puppies. Embarrassedly you placed your hands on your lap, his face raising to meet yours as he felt your fingers leave his skin. Had he done something wrong? Had he made a fool of himself one more time, without even knowing?

“You already made a good impression—”

“I wanted to confirm it!” He wailed exasperatedly.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you tried to calm him down. “We can walk this walk or do something more low-key. More... relaxing,” you suggested, smiling easily, calmly.

He could feel himself calm down. “Would it disappoint you if we just… I don’t know... ate some noodles over a glass of soju and beer?”

You giggled. “That would make me ecstatic.”

“Let me go call off the chef then.” He stood to his feet. “Thank you so much.”

You shrugged and beamed at him. “No biggie.”

In two minutes the chef came out of the kitchen, bowing at you while you still sat on the sofa. “Good evening. I wish you a good meal. I hope you’ll enjoy the food.”

“Thank you for your hard work! I’m sure I’ll enjoy it!” You replied politely and warmly, watching the man collect a bag from the entry room and bow to Hoseok as he accompanied him out.

“He had already finished cooking.” Hoseok exhaled. He looked ten years younger and significantly less stressed. “The meat had already been grilled, it just needs to be warmed up in the oven.”

“You mean there’s more food?” You asked, eyes wide in terror.

He started shaking his hands in equal fear. “We don’t have to eat that too. Maybe just a couple short ribs?” He wondered.

You stared at the rice and side dishes on the table. It was probably four times what you normally ate, and that was without considering his half of the table. “You have glass noodles?” You asked, and he nodded excitedly at your interest.

“With aubergines and mushrooms and pork belly?”

You felt your mouth water. “Can we have those though?”

He smiled excitedly. “The chef was stir frying the vegetables so we would have to finish that.”

You shrugged. “I can do that while you go get changed, if you’d like. Wear something fresh and cozy.”

He looked around nervously.

You immediately realised what was wrong. How could he let a stranger wander through his house? And he wasn’t just anyone. He was a celebrity. A famous person. What if he thought you would sneak through his private spaces and sell information about him to the press?

“Uhm—”

“Oh my god. No, it’s okay. Who would let a stranger stay in their home while they’re in the shower. Dumb me. Sorry.”

He blinked a couple times. “It's the first time I have invited someone in my house, except for my close friends.” He looked down and smiled, his cheeks shooting up in a complicated mix of sadness and joy. “I'm nervous because of that too.”

You nodded. “I know it could sound dumb to say but I care about you. And I'm not interested in gossip and press and all of that. I will respect you and your home. It's basic human decency,” you said, sitting next to him. “I only suggested you go get a change of clothes because that cannot be comfortable and I wouldn't be surprised if you wanted out of that.”

He looked up at you with big, soft eyes. “It would really be okay?”

“Yes, it would, Hobi.” You flinched at the nickname. “Hoseok. Sorry.” You wanted to tear your own tongue off.

However, just as much as you felt disappointed at yourself for the small slip, he felt warm about you calling him by a nickname. He wanted you to say it again. And again. And well… again but in other ways.

“I'll be back in five minutes, just to rinse off and get comfy.”

You nodded. “I'll wait here and then we'll get the noodles ready.”

Hoseok felt extremely relieved once he changed his clothes. The loose linen joggers felt like a soft cloud around his legs, air already circulating better against his skin. And the satin shirt made him feel classy and casual at the same time.

He was pleased at the comfort-looks ratio of his outfit and exited the room confidently. He was further reassured once he found you scrolling through your phone, sitting there innocently, smiling at him once you saw him appear.

“Okay, ready to go?” He asked, standing in front of you, all set to accompany you to the kitchen.

You nodded and took his hand as he helped you up. “Let’s go.”

He smelled amazing, like anise and patchouli. Something sweet and manly at the same time. It suited him perfectly.

Standing a bit too close after he tugged you up, you surreptitiously tried to sniff him, your eyes falling shut once the vaguely honeyed fragrance met your nostrils.

He observed you as you stood there, clearly entranced. Heat crept up his cheeks as your breath tickled down his neck: he was slowly becoming aware of your presence, of the warmth that your skin radiated, of the way a strand of your hair skimmed his arm.

“I like your perfume,” you whispered.

He felt his knees grow vaguely wobbly, a swoony, shy smile stretching his lips.

The moment you opened your eyes, you realised his face was just a few inches away from yours, his blush visible in high definition right before your eyes.

He looked so incredibly, adorably embarrassed. “Thank you,” he replied quietly, almost afraid of breaking the spell of the moment.

Your eyes met his, and for a second he hoped you would get on your tiptoes and kiss him, but you casually turned around and started walking away, turning to him only to ask about the kitchen.

Trying to keep his delusions on the low, he led you to the kitchen, where all you could see was the tidy chaos of creation.

A few bowls were piled neatly in the sink, together with lined up utensils. You let him show you the several drawers and cabinets, explaining where to find a frying pan for the vegetables, the noodles already cooked and marinated in the secret sauce the chef had prepared.

All he could do was stare as you easily made your way through the motions, the main dish of your meal ready to be served after a few minutes, the vegetables keeping a crispy texture while the noodles hit a chewier feel once you mixed the two together.

You set both on different bowls and offered them to Hoseok. “I’ll put a couple short ribs in the oven.”

He nodded and reached the dining table, frowning at all the food spread there in cups and plates and dishes and bowls.

His disappointment was short-lived.

“Don’t worry about it,” you murmured gently, completely incapable of keeping yourself from tracing his spine in between his shoulder blades.

You watched his back straighten, the glossy satin glimmering at the shift of muscles and tendons underneath.

You wanted to see that again. No shirt on, next time.

You shook your head and blinked rapidly, trying to awaken yourself from your fantasy.

He set the bowls down and you sat in front of each other, thanking for the food quickly before you started chatting about which food was where.

The meal went on calmly while you talked about your family, your job, and the pets you had visited during the day. At the same time, he explained some of the undercover dynamics of his job, like all the training and briefing and preparations necessary before interviews, photoshoots, or even something as basic as a public appearance where all they had to do was stand and look pretty for the photographers. He teased the theme of the Run episode they had just filmed — which was almost fifteen episodes ahead to the one that had just been aired.

You chit-chatted for a long while, your conversation resembling the sound of chirping birds thanks to Hoseok’s naturally melodic intonation of speech. He was lovely when he stumbled a bit over his words, the ridge of his ears scarlet with embarrassment once a slip of tongue had him making a lewd allusion you caught with a mischievous grin he couldn’t quite catch since your eyes were glued to the table; he had been too busy being ashamed of his freudian lapsus to actually notice that you had enjoyed the reference.

He was saved by the sound of the oven beeping, telling him that the ribs were warm and ready, which made him excuse himself.

He returned just a minute later with more soju and beer, asking if you were okay with the serving or if you were full.

The smell was so inviting you let him convince you.

No matter the large dinner and the several dishes, you managed to eat way more than what you thought, only a quarter of the table remaining untouched.

“Okay, maybe we could pack up the leftovers.” You suggested, standing up once your conversation hit a natural pause, comforted by the feeling that Hoseok no longer felt like a stranger to you.

You helped him, easily getting acquainted with his living room and kitchen. It felt nice to get gradually more independent, enough that you could easily help him up with the containers and that you could assist him with organizing the tupperware in the fridge.

It was all going okay until you were standing in front of the open fridge, ready to close it when his hand landed on yours on the handle, holding the door open. He leaned against your back, grabbing a paper box from the top shelf.

“Sorry,” he spoke quietly, all chirpiness gone.

Shivers propagated from your spine to your limbs, your brain suddenly struck by the feel of perspiration coating your inner thighs. You felt wet and you weren’t sure if it was sweat or actual arousal.

His perfume came in again once he stretched to reach the box.

Hoseok’s attention moved to the mole on your neck as you leaned your head against his shoulder. “Careful, it’s heavy,” he said, giving a quick look at your lashes, at the freckles peppered over your cheekbones, your face turned to the side, ready to nuzzle into the crook of his neck.

His hand was hot against yours, his back light and solid at the same time.

He parted from you, feeling disappointed with the fact that he had to move, biting his lip as his arm struggled keeping the box upright.

You caved slightly as cool air replaced the warmth of his chest, still feeling the phantom presence of his touch.

“Let’s go back to the living room.” He bit his lip, grabbing another bottle as you almost ran from him.

You weren’t okay with what was going on. Not one small bit. You were not okay with the idea of getting drenched and making a mess of yourself on the first date. You were even less okay with the idea of going back home and spending all night with your hand between your legs, thinking about the mind-blowing sex Jung Hoseok was most definitely capable of performing. With a body like that and years of pilates lessons, there was no doubt he could rearrange your organs as your legs and arms bent to accommodate him and please him.

You were even less pleased by the way you craved to satisfy him. You wanted to hear him moan and whine with his melodious voice. You wanted to hear the symphony of his pleasure, the sound of his cries, the smashing of skin against skin, and maybe the legs of the bed scraping against the floor, the headboard thudding against the wall.

You wanted his perfume on your neck, against your chest. You wanted your thighs to smell like him, the scent of your sex mingling with his cologne. It was primal and visceral and obscure and thrilling.

And then a sick side of you wanted to wake up all the neighbours, let them know he was living the night of his life. And since you could only hope of getting a second chance, you found yourself ready to use the night you’d been granted, if fate would allow you an in to the sinful heaven you were imagining.

After all, you weren’t even sure he still liked you.

As he sat in front of you, Hoseok observed your side profile while you stared out of the window, completely lost in your thoughts, your cheeks reddened because of the alcohol.

He was so whipped for you.

However, he knew the initial thrill would eventually fade and leave him with an adorable, beautiful young woman who could never own his heart or tend to his vulnerable side. It had happened so many times before that he was just waiting for his interest to die down.

Because right as he stared at your dreamy expression, he realised he would never lay a finger on you.

You were far too precious for him to sully you with his dirty paws and devilish ways.

With a sliver of sadness tainting his smile, he placed the cake in the middle, preparing two forks, one on your side and one on his.

“I’ve heard champagne is great with strawberries,” he commented, opening the bottle and awakening you from your daydream.

You blinked a few times. “Oh, just a little or I’ll end up dizzy,” you replied with a small smile. “This cake looks beautiful.”

“I hope you aren’t allergic to strawberries or dairy products,” he mused, lifting up his glass to clink it with yours. “Cheers.”

“Cheers,” you repeated before answering his questions. “Luckily I don’t have any allergies. Usually I prefer eating fruit and vegetables, but I’m pretty cool with any kind of food.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Hoseok replied before realising he’d better never see you again. You were too tempting, too pretty, too gentle and overall too attractive for someone like him. Chances were you would be a bit disappointed but would find a proper date within the next two weeks. Women like you were far too requested and treasured in a city like Seoul.

You were suitable from head to toe. You had a degree, a job, a place to yourself, you were accomplished. And then your innocent looks, your kind manners, the caring side he had the fortune of catching a glimpse of.

You would be taken in less than three weeks. He could tell.

It was a mystery to him how you were still single after eight months in the city.

He found the courage to look up from the dessert, only to regret it immediately.

Your mouth was wide open in an attempt to chomp on a huge strawberry, your lips rosy, your nose smeared with cream.

I shall not.

I cannot.

I should not.

He paused.

Fuck. I will.

He placed down his fork and stood to his feet, your eyes following him as he came to your side.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, looking at his stone-cold expression.

You put your fork down, staring back at him with concern.

His hand moved tentatively to your cheek, laying gently along your jaw.

Turning to him, you stared some more, your chest inflating and deflating rapidly and deeply — which was not lost on him.

Too afraid to look, you closed your eyes as he leaned down his thumb moving closer to your mouth, parted as you found it increasingly difficult to breathe.

Your whole world was dark and hot once his breath fanned over your face.

With overwhelming desire coursing through him, Hoseok stared at every single detail, drinking you in with eyes so hungry, like he could swallow every freckle, every mole, every bit of plump flesh and bony edge.

With his hand trembling slightly at the strange position, he dragged his thumb against the tip of your nose, collecting the cream smeared there.

Your eyes opened in surprise at the unanticipated motion, meeting his lowered eyelids, his lovely lashes making an appearance against the fair skin.

And then his thumb met your lips, covering them in sweetness.

“You had cream on your nose,” he said, his eyes never abandoning the curves of your lips.

Jung Hoseok knew he was a sinner already. But with heartbreaking realisation, he knew the next action would deem his fall.

His tongue slipped out of his mouth, guided by a need so deep he could barely control. With the worst intentions, he focused on touching you as little as possible, trying to scoop up the cream caught on the gentle petals of your lips.

What he didn’t expect was for your own tongue to slide out and brush against his.

From there, it was only ruination.

His tongue slid in your mouth, catching on all the flavours of the dessert. It was strawberries. Strawberries everywhere; your freckles, your hair, your shampoo, your dress, he was possessed by them, drowning in a forest of strawberry bushes growing all over him, climbing into his mouth and underneath his clothes.

“Hobi,” you called weakly as he let you go, your body shooting up on your feet as you tried to chase after his mouth, tried to have his arms around you.

He moaned and caught you, placing his forearm against your lower back and holding your cheek with the other. “I’m so sorry, baby.” He placed a chaste kiss on your lips. “I promised myself I wouldn’t but you’re too hard to resist.”

You looked at him with pleading eyes, kissing his jaw, trying to reach the underside of his ear. “Please.”

You tried to calm your breathing by inhaling deeply through your nose, which in retrospective was an awful move since his scent filled your lungs and all you could do was whine in reply, the sound ridiculous and embarrassing to your own ears.

“I’ll do bad things to you, honey. We should stop now,” he said, trying to be judicious.

“Please,” you begged again, rubbing your face against his neck, already trying to cover yourself in his perfume. “Just a kiss, please.”

Closing his eyes, he gave in, following the line of your neck, the sweet mole at the base, drawing your throat with the inner side of his lips.

“Hobi…” You whined once more before receiving a gentle tug at your hair.

“I’m getting there, don’t be impatient,” he growled, making your neck stretch backwards. Once more his tongue slipped out, drawing a line from the hollow between your collarbones all the way to your chin, stopping at your lower lip. “If you’re patient you get a reward, see? That’s how it works with me, sweetheart.”

He kissed your mouth, first delicately, tentatively, trying to feel you open up and give in.

Once you did, he locked your face against his with the hand of his nape, following your body as you walked backwards, reaching the sofa.

“What do you want to tell me, my pretty strawberry?” He teased once he allowed you to let go of him.

“Thank you.”

It was not what he expected, but it made his stomach churn with longing. He needed to please you more, give you more, just to hear those words again.

“You’re welcome, honey. Now, tell me. What do you want me to do, sweetie?” He watched as you sat on the carpet.

You remembered how soft it had felt earlier under your knees. “I wanna make out?” You asked, lashes batting. You didn’t want to sound eager.

“Just make out?” He asked, sitting down in front of you. There was no way he would allow you to blow him tonight.

You looked at him with sparkly eyes. He wanted to dive into them, to feel the magic they held glow inside his body. “Am I allowed to ask for more?” You questioned with the sweetest pout.

“You can ask me anything, honey.” He skimmed the skin of your jaw with the back of his fingers before feeling the hot curve of your neck under his palm.

“Would you think ill of me if I asked for more?”

He shook his head and smiled softly. He would never think ill of you. Not even if you asked him to fuck you for a whole audience of connoisseurs to stare. “You're my cute, little strawberry. I could never think lowly of you.” He cooed.

“What if I wanted you to… to fuck me?” You asked, biting your lip nervously before looking at him.

He thought about the consequences for maybe half a second. He felt awful because, at the end of all the reasoning he knew he would hoard you and every single ounce of pleasure he could coax out of your body.

“Are you sure you want that?” He asked, letting his hand follow the path between your breasts, down to your waist gripping your side.

You licked your lips and nodded. “I'll be so good to you.”

His grin was outright evil. “I know you will, baby.” He kissed your temple. “I need to go get protection if that's what you want. I'll give you a minute to think about it and if you still think so when I'm back, then we're gonna deal with your needy head, mh?”

You nodded, staring at him as he stood up, incapable of not studying his crotch where his cock was visibly tenting his loose trousers.

He chuckled as he watched you stare. “It'll be yours if you still want it later.”

Your eyebrows raised in disappointment as you watched him leave.

So… it was actually going to happen. Did you want it to happen?

What a stupid question! Yes. Of course.

You wanted him and it scared you and thrilled you at the same time.

His footsteps reached the room once more, disappearing once his feet touched the carpet.

“Okay. Here we go, sweetie. Are you still sure you want to have sex with me?” He asked, kneeling and moving your hair off your face, your head reaching his sternum from your seated position.

“Yes, I'm sure,” You confirmed curtly. “Please.”

Oh, to hear you beg. He could cum from that alone. It was intoxicating. And he wasn't even touching you. He could only imagine what sounds you would make once his cock would fill your cunt.

“You want the bedroom—”

“Here. Please.” You shut your eyes tight. You felt like an animal, willing to fuck wherever, and the immense temptation of feeling the plush carpet underneath your back, the city lights illuminating his skin…

Hoseok inhaled.

You were wilder than what you looked and such information aroused him immensely.

“Lay back, honey.” He murmured, extracting three small squares of foil from his pocket and laying them on the coffee table.

Slowly, you lowered your back to the carpet while he kneeled close to you, your legs rotating so that your feet laid right in front of his knees, your legs bent and pressed together.

“That's nice, ____. Lovely,” he said before placing his hands on your knees. “Would you like to spread your pretty legs for me?” He asked, his fingers sliding down your thighs, reaching the hem of the dress.

You looked adorable once you demurely parted your feet to offer him some space between your knees, the hem of the dress moving closer to your lap.

His legs slotted between your thighs and he bent down, reaching for your face. “Such a good girl,” he praised you, cooing once he noticed your cheeks redden. “So adorable.”

On all fours on top of you, you felt the unique shape of his mouth draw your throat before giving a lick. “I bet you taste like strawberries all over.” He started kissing down your chest, rubbing his cheek against your small breasts. “You make me feel like a man starved,” he continued, kissing your stomach, your abdomen, laying one small peck on the fabric covering your belly button.

“Hoseok,” you whined, feeling his hands around your hips.

He stopped brusquely, his body entirely leaving yours. “Now, now, sweetie. What did you just call me?”

You batted your lashes as you stared at him in confusion. “Hoseok.”

“Okay. If you want to have sex with me, honey, that name will not do.”

You stared at him some more.

“I’m Sir,” he affirmed sternly. “The moment you get wet between your legs, I become Sir to you, understood?”

You nodded quickly, breath and brain completely stolen out of you.

“No nodding, my cute berry. Either ‘yes, Sir’ or ‘no, Sir’. Let’s try again. Is it clear what you must call me?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He grinned and kissed your belly again, just a bit lower. “That’s excellent. Well done, ____.”

You smiled and placed your hands on his hair, feeling the soft locks as he looked up at you.

He growled at that, your fingers naturally curling in fists as you brought them to your chest. “A very good girl indeed.”

You propped yourself up to your elbows once he lifted the skirt of your dress.

He could barely believe you. “Goodness.”

“At first I thought my dress was stuck on my underwear when you called me strawberry.”

Under the cutest, loveliest, most girlish dress he had ever seen, he was met by another adorable surprise. You were wearing a playful pair of ruffled panties in gingham print, with a small strawberry embroidered on your mound.

“You’re going to kill me,” he moaned, eyes closing before he dipped his head between your legs, studying the patch of wetness on the gusset of your panties, drawing a line from there to your clit, eliciting a moan. “You’re so sweet. And so evil at the same time.” He bit your inner thigh, making you wince. “Can’t believe that song predicted you on my carpet.”

You giggled and arched your hips against his face, your wetness meeting his cheek lewdly.

He inhaled you, completely intoxicated before he came back up, his arms caging your head. “You really rubbed yourself against my face, honey?” He asked with a stone cold expression.

You were afraid again, but that didn’t keep you pussy from clenching around nothing.

“Yes, Sir.” You replied, the respect in your voice nothing but a taunt.

“If you make a mess you gotta clean it, sweetie. Understood?” He asked, grabbing your face and angling his cheek to your mouth. “Clean it.”

“Please, Sir,” you mewled, trying to push your crotch against him, crying out once you noticed his body was too far away for you to find something to grind against.

“Clean after yourself. Now.”

You did as he told you, feeling the salty, bitter tang of your arousal transfer from his smooth skin to your tongue.

“All of it,” he muttered once you stopped after the first lick.

You completed your task, his pelvis lowering to yours as a reward. “There you go. Now thank me.”

Your arms moved around his torso, trying to get him closer, just to brush your chest against the soft, smooth satin of his shirt.

“I said, thank me.”

“Thank you, Sir.” You felt him cave immediately, giving you his hard and lithe body against your chest, your crotch, right in your arms as your legs wrapped around him. You felt crazy, grinding against him like a teenager, ridiculously reminded of how you used to go off by humping a pillow. “Please, inside,” you wailed, your sigh hitting his chest and disappearing underneath his shirt. Once you inhaled, his cologne felt like a bruising kiss, your hips meeting his harder, faster.

“You like my perfume?”

You nodded furiously.

Not again. He violently separated himself from you. “What did I tell you about replies?” He scolded you.

“I’m sorry, Sir.” You looked down with repentance. “I like your perfume very much, Sir.”

“That’s right. Good girl. Now, after I praise you, thank me.” He pushed your dress up as his hand dragged heavily from your crotch to your throat.

“Thank you, Sir,” you replied obediently, watching as he got on his knees and tugged his trousers down, the white boxers underneath surprising you as they outlined his length perfectly.

“You want it out?” He asked, watching as you sat up straighter and licked your lips.

You were almost ready to nod when you caught yourself, Hoseok smiling proudly once he saw you correct your behaviour. “I want it out, Sir.”

“Excellent.”

He lowered his underwear too, his cock standing erect immediately, it fluttered even straighter once you kept looking, your hands touching your breasts needily.

Hoseok stretched to the coffee table, grabbing a condom and tearing the foil open, sliding the latex on quickly and firmly.

“My cute berry, I need you to be very careful about this. You know what a safeword is?”

You shook your head. “No, Sir.”

He momentarily covered himself, needing to get all your focus on his words. “Safewords are what you use to communicate with your partner in a BDSM scene. A safeword means that you don’t like what is going on and you want to slow down or stop. We will use the traffic lights system. If you say ‘yellow’, I will slow down, if you say ‘red’, I will let go of you entirely and help you recover from whatever it was that hurt you, mentally, emotionally or physically. On the other hand, ‘green’ means that you’re okay and you are ready to get back into the scene after a ‘yellow’. If I ask you your colour, you reply with those. All clear?”

“All clear, Sir.”

He grinned proudly. “Then explain to me how it works.”

“If I want to slow down, I call ‘yellow’. If I want to stop, I call ‘red’. If I’m all good, I call ‘green’ — Sir.” You added for good measure, knowing that one too many wouldn’t hurt for sure.

“That’s my good girl.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

He smiled as he looked in your eyes. He knew he would remember you forever, even if he never developed any feelings for you. You were by far the most unique woman he’d ever had under him so far.

For a second he observed your cute, frilly undies, wondering if he wanted them off.

No. 

He took his cock out of his underwear, letting the waistbands of his trousers and boxers rest on his mid-thigh.

“Wanna keep these pretty panties on.” He murmured once he laid on top of you. “Tell me if the elastic band hurts you.” He said, moving the gusset aside and testing your wetness with his fingers, spreading the slickness over your folds. “So fucking soft. Dammit. Can't wait.”

He dipped his head against your neck. “You want it?”

“Yes, Sir.” You placed your hands on the small of his back, his eyes closing as he relished in your touch.

“Beg for it.” He murmured, dragging the tip up and down your slit.

You rolled your eyes. “No, Sir.”

“You won't beg?” He asked, looking at you.

You pouted. “Why do you want me to beg?” You asked with a frown.

“I need to know you want me, my sweet berry,” he pouted back. He touched your face giving you a few kisses to convince you. “I want to hear your sweet voice saying 'please', just one more time,” he whispered, feeling merciful, especially after all the ways he had already pushed you.

Your will bent to his. “Please.”

And just like that, his tip entered your warm, tight cunt, a moan exiting his mouth. “Yes, yes, ____. Yes, baby,” he groaned, at which you responded with a mewl.

“Hobi…” You cried, squeezing around him once he bottomed out.

“Don't make me punish you,” he murmured, exhaling raspily. “You've been such a good girl. Don't get naughty.”

“Sir, please.”

He started snapping his hips out, slowly, then in again, one inch at a time, so deep and slow, over and over. “Yes, baby. Tell me how good it feels.”

“It feels too good, Sir, I'm…”

He hummed in pleasure, feeling the skin of your neck under his lips. “Too good. My berry, you're so tiny and tight.” His hips trusted in quickly and unexpectedly.

“Holy… Sir, please, again, please.” You squealed, feeling his thumb slide your panties further aside to reach your clit.

He breathed out with effort against your ear as your mouth reached his earlobe. “Fuck, not there, Berry. Not there,” he said, tugging his ear out of your mouth.

“But Sir—,” you tried objecting before his pace became irresistible. While one hand reached the crown of his hair, holding him against you, the other one met his glute, your nails sinking in his flesh. Your breath started coming in short hiccups, leading you to your climax as he outright hammered into you, his back curved away while his forehead stayed glued to your neck.

“Am I fucking you right, ____? Is it good enough for my golden girl?” He growled once he felt you tightening around him more intensely, with longer squeezes.

“It's perfect, Sir. Thank you, Sir,” you reacted readily, shaking your head as pleasure started overpowering you, trying not to hurt him.

“Cum, my sweet berry. Show me.”

The hiccups of your breathing started turning in tiny whimpers, then squeals.

You were ready to bury your head in the ground and never come back because you knew what would come next.

The squeals turned into an uncontrolled cascade of giggles. Giggles.

Hoseok picked his head up at the curious sound, only to see your palm covering your mouth in an attempt to bottle the stupid reaction.

Hoseok smiled through gritted teeth, going faster, harder, deeper now that he understood that the sweet gurgling laugh was due to your orgasm peaking.

He pinned your hand away from your face, basking in the desperate joy of your bliss before he felt himself ready to blow.

“I'm gonna slide out now,” he warned, making sure that your high had faded and your body laid limp and drained underneath him.

Your body relaxed against the carpet, your eyes closed, your lungs still working hysterically to give you back some oxygen after the ruthless fit of giggles. You whimpered once you felt him pull out.

“Look at me, honey,” he called, making you prop your upper back on your elbows as you looked down, only to be met by the sight of Hoseok slipping off the condom. “Let me cum on your cute panties, mh? Can I? I promise I'm clean, I can show you the—”

“Do it,” you replied, giving him official permission.

“Really?”

“Really— I mean, yes, Sir.”

He smirked and started pumping himself furiously, his expression frantic as his tip pressed to your mound and he came apart, his hot seed drenching the red and white cotton, an animalistic growl making his whole chest shake.

You welcomed him in your arms once he collapsed on top of you, right hand smeared in slickness. “I’m gonna call you Giggles.” He said, kissing your mole, the precise spot where he could feel your blood run underneath the skin, the hollow just under your earlobe. “It was the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard.”

You felt your whole body blush. “It’s so stupid but I can’t stop it.”

“Don’t stop it, it’s adorable.” He sniffed at your hair, “you still smell like strawberries.”

“Must be my shampoo.”

“Fuck. So good.” He sniffed some more. “I thought it would kill me earlier, by the fridge.”

“I thought you would kill me.” You said, feeling his neck with your lips. “Your perfume might be aphrodisiac.”

“You’re too tempting.” He chuckled. “I might need another round.”

“I can’t believe you actually fucked me on your living room carpet.” You said, combing his hair as he still regained his energies.

“Aren’t you happy?” He asked, suddenly panicked.

“No, I mean. I’m… I’m really happy. I’m just… incredulous that this is happening to me.” You replied with a surprised laugh.

“Maybe I should give it another go to make sure you actually understand what’s happening.”

“Would you mind helping me understand on the dinner table?” You batted your lashes cutely and paired that with an angelic smile.

“Are you even real?” He touched your face with his clean hand, giving you an inquisitive look. “You appear, all cute and innocent and then you want me to get you all dirty and filthy?”

Your smile widened. “The other ones were a bit scared by this side of me.”

“I won’t be scared of your needs, Giggles.”

You blushed again and hid your face.

“No hiding,” he reprimanded before rolling on his side, leaving you some room to obey the orders he was about to give you. “Keep giving me those sweet giggles,” he said, tracing your belly with his fingertips before trying to tickle you.

The effect was immediate. You clenched your legs and slapped his hands away from you, the torturing sound parting from your lips in a series of childlike gurgles. “Stop! I’m gonna mess up!” You screamed, trying not to stain your dress or the carpet. “No! No! Wait! Yellow!”

At that he took his hands off you immediately, your body laying on your back breathless.

“You good, Giggles?” He asked, voice drenched with worry.

You nodded, still panting.

“Can I take your clothes off?” He questioned, watching you move your head in confirmation.

“Okay.” He looked at your dress, trying to find a zipper. “Should I—”

“Start with my underwear, please?” You asked, your breath laboured due to arousal rather than exhaustion.

He nodded and licked his lips as he slowly tugged your panties down, careful about keeping his release from touching the carpet or your legs. Once the garment unhooked from your ankles, he folded it carefully to keep the wet fabric tucked in.

“Kneel, Giggles.”

You followed his command blindly, watching as your hands slid up under your skirt and tugged your dress up, his palms meeting your ribs and dragging the fabric upwards, past your breasts, then up against your armpits and backwards to your shoulder-blades, slipping the the neckline past your head.

Dress off, he let it fall distractedly to the floor, his eyes going from your face, to your hair, to your nipples — sinfully rosy — following the line leading from your breastbone to your belly button. He kissed the first piece of skin that met his lips, someplace where his heartbeat felt like a drum, like the bass coming from an old boom box. It was so comforting in a way he barely understood.

He needed room to think. “Get on the table.” His voice was once more stern and distant, especially once you watched him grab the opened foil containing the tied up condom, then stand up and leave.

You followed his direction nonetheless, standing awkwardly by the table, watching the cake and stealing a strawberry since the orgasm had awakened a certain sweet tooth in you. You dipped the strawberry in cream and brought it to your lips, relaxing just a little after you heard the water run in the kitchen.

He was probably washing his hands.

You took you time licking up the cream, only to start chomping down on the incredibly large fruit right after. That’s when Hoseok appeared.

He was shirtless now, the garment dangling from his spindly fingers before he laid it neatly against the back of the couch. You stopped mid-bite.

“Oh, don’t let me interrupt your snack, go on, honey.” He licked his lips and gave you a steamy look before going to the table and pocketing the condoms left. “Is it good?” He asked, walking to stand right in front of you.

You felt slightly unnerved as he seemed completely indifferent to your naked body.

“Sit on the table,” he ordered

You frowned and hesitated.

At that, he let his hands hover over your hips. “Shall I help you with it?” He asked, giving you the chance to avoid his touch before laying his fingertips delicately on your skin. “Gimme a colour, Giggles.”

“Maybe yellow.” You bit your lip, insecurity getting the best of you.

He moved his hands to your face, suddenly turning comforting. “Quick tip, my pretty berry.” He caressed your face in a way that made you feel way too at ease. “If it’s a ‘maybe yellow’, then it’s a yellow. How can I help you, ____?”

Your real name made you come down to earth. You shook your head and looked away, Hoseok suddenly scared of having gone too far.

“I’m not comfortable with the way I let you control me, maybe.” Which was not entirely true. You were not comfortable with the way you craved his control after spending maybe four hours with him — including the afternoon he entered the vet studio with Mickey in his arms and a hopeless, lost look on his face.

“It’s all up to you, ____. I know it’s a cliché thing to say, but the answer is really within yourself. I can’t make you more comfortable with how you feel,” he said, still not even considering your nakedness in front of him.

In such a moment his indifference was welcome.

You looked down, your hands disappearing into your hair. Maybe this was the only night you were granted. Did you really want it to end already?

He did not touch you as you mulled over every option.

“I’m… I’m not— We’re technically strangers, I shouldn’t be trusting you like this, you shouldn’t be trusting me like this either, I mean this is all so— all so twisted and wicked and fast and—”

Hoseok was ready for reality to slap him across the face. He was ready for your regrets and you walking to your dress on the floor and cursing your messed up panties which you most definitely could not wear to go back home. He was ready for you to call what you did a mistake and say that there was no way for a woman like you to be with a man like him.

“My mind tells me I shouldn’t, but I want it so much.”

He lifted his eyes from the floor, finally finding the courage to meet yours.

“I’m sorry, that’s not true. I’m comfortable with the way you control me.” Slowly you took a step back, your ass meeting the surface of the table. “I’m just questioning what that means to me.”

He nodded. It explained a lot about your innocent, greedy approach to sex. You were exploring and you had found something you didn’t expect to even remotely consider.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

You shook your head and sat on the table. “No, Sir.”

His eyebrows shot up before he regained his composure. “Colour.”

You allowed yourself to stare at his chest. He was so well-built. Harmonious. He looked like a painting. “Green. Very deep, dark green. Sir.”

He took a step closer. “Green?”

“Forest green. As green as a clover.” You felt his hand on your belly, dragging against your skin all the way to your throat, pushing you down as you lowered yourself on your elbows.

“If you feel uncomfortable emotionally or mentally speaking, you call a yellow. Please, promise me you’ll be very careful about it, Giggles. I care about your mindspace. It means everything to me.”

“I promise, Sir.”

He removed his hand from your throat and placed it against your cheek, placing a chaste kiss on your lips once he bent over you. “You’re talking to Hoseok right now, ____. Promise me you’ll keep an eye on how your mind’s doing. Promise it.”

You kissed him back, closing your eyes once his tongue caressed and molded against yours. Breathless, you parted from him. “I promise, Hobi.”

“I don’t want you to regret anything about tonight. It would break my heart, okay?”

Your eyes widened in surprise before you nodded. “I’ll take care. I promise.”

“Good girl. Now stay right there, lovely. Look what I got for you.” He found the cake, placed carefully away from your laying body. Skillfully, he dipped a strawberry in cream and brought it to your lips, dragging the tip of the fruit across them like lipstick.

He bent down and licked a fat stripe following the seam of your mouth, only to repeat the gesture once more; however, this time you let your tongue lash out and tangle up with his, the strawberry held away from you, trying not to catch it in your hair.

“Open up,” he commanded, pushing the treat past your lips, into your eager mouth. “Suck. Now.”

Your gaze became bubbly once more as you followed his lead, your cheeks sucked in at the pressure you were making with your mouth, the strawberry emerging completely clean from your mouth.

He smirked at the sigh, arching an eyebrow at the result. “You make it hard not to push my cock in your mouth.”

“Maybe that’s what I want you to do.” You raised an eyebrow right back at him, getting cocky.

“Not happening. I wanna hear that laugh again, Giggles.” Tentatively, he gave a small slap to your breast, surprising you and making you arch your back, gasping in pleasure. Your legs tightened around him, trying to clench your thighs shut at the feeling of arousal slipping out of your hole and sliding down to your behind. “And don’t you dare be a brat to me. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.” Your voice was squeaky once you managed to reply.

“Did you like it, Giggles?”

The treacherous sound escaped your mouth once more as you nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, Sir.”

You wondered if you would ever get tired at the reply. You doubted it very highly.

“Let’s see if you like this too,” he mused before pouring more champagne in a glass and dipping the strawberry in the wine. He fixed his stance between your legs. “Remember our safewords?”

You confirmed before he lifted the strawberry and let a droplet fall right in the middle of your chest, splashing heavy and wet on your skin. Cold too.

“I’m going to make you my dessert, my pretty strawberry. Remember? Strawberries go well with champagne, lovely.”

He let one more drop fall to your breast, your breath stopping completely at the coldness, Hoseok’s eyes amused at the sight of your nipple awakening and hardening, lengthening even. It became impossibly rosier as another drop fell.

It felt stupid not to repeat the same treatment to your other nipple, which responded twice as quickly now that arousal was abundantly flowing through every single inch of you.

The strawberry drew a neat line of champagne pearls from your belly, which you sucked in at the cold, all the way up to your neck — a line that Hoseok followed with his mouth, letting his tongue stretch out of the way whenever a droplet rolled out of place.

He let the strawberry fall into the glass, extracting the condoms from his pocket and placing them on the table before taking off the rest of his clothes. He tugged at himself a couple times, getting hard enough to wear a condom.

His hands were going to get dirty, therefore he had no other options than getting ready very quickly.

“Giggles?”

“Yes? I mean, yes, Sir?” You corrected yourself in a millisecond, not wanting to risk another delay in your pleasure.

“I’m going to get really dirty now, lovely. Would you be okay with showering here?”

You let your lashes flutter a few times before nodding.

He gave a curt nod in reply before wearing protection and letting his cock rub against your crotch. His body stretched over yours, his thumb collecting a dollop of cream and dividing it with his other thumb. You observed his movements attentively as his clean fingers laid against the side of your breasts and his thumbs landed on your nipples.

Your mouth opened silently once the sensation flowed in, his digits starting a rolling motion over your peaks, playing them in small circles that innocently reminded you of a joystick.

“Colour.”

“So, so green. Can I have a blue for mind blowing good.” You tried to pick your head up, letting it thud back down once his cock dragged perfectly against your clit, eliciting a purr from your throat and a groan from his, his sex perfectly sandwiched between your and his belly.

“Blue— I— ” He talked in small babbles and hiccups. “I get what you— ah— what you mean.” His forehead met your collarbone.

He found unspeakable strength and managed to rise from your breasts, collecting half a handful of cream spreading it over his entire palms and fingers like lotion before grabbing your breasts and kneading them, his hands dwarfing them entirely.

“Sir, please, I need your cock,” you found yourself ridiculously begging, ready to hump anything that met your core.

“Slip it in for me, Giggles.”

The moment he got inside, you didn’t even try to keep it down, riding him no matter the difficult position or the awkward angle. You let your hands scratch down his chest and grip his arms — and he allowed you.

You were getting more and more unhinged and he wanted to see every little detail, every little second, every single step that brought you to bliss and ruination, giggling like you’d never been half as ecstatic in your life. His hands slipped and groped your gentle curves, his mind growing hazier by the second.

All his control came back once he noticed your legs leaving the ground, as you scooted back just by a few inches, your calves latching behind his back before you shook your head.

“What?” He asked, bending his arms to get closer to you.

“Position. It’s…” The soles of your feet met the edge of the table, your hands securing your legs in position before you felt your hips hurt.

“Bend them to your shoulders,” he suggested, helping you fix your knees with his elbows. “Good. Can you touch yourself for me, Giggles.”

You obeyed without even replying, feeling him groan as the new position allowed him to reach deeper and rub your g-spot in the process.

That’s when the squealing started. And then there it was, pleasure. Right before you.

“Give me all the giggles, my sweet berry,” he cooed, nodding and smiling once the soft laugh started.

He let himself grow wild, his fingers sliding to your neck, gripping it gently before he led them against your chin and into your mouth, bathing your tongue in cream — or rather, what was left of it.

The other hand secured your waist, using it for leverage as he rammed into you, pushing his cock in your cunt, constricting it after the muscles remained tense after the orgasm.

This time he came inside you, still covered in latex, but inside you.

He was too fucked out to think of how you would feel without a condom, too fucked out to care that he was pressing his mouth — fuck, his entire face — against your dirty chest, getting his hair sticky with cream, his cheeks and chin and nose and eyes and forehead… His mouth welcomed the sweetness, sucking at your skin before his tongue came out to lap at the sugary mess. He was too lost to care, sinking deep and staying perfectly still as he enjoyed every second of his high inside your most intimate place.

You came to your senses just in time to watch him process the situation he was in.

“Oh, hell.” He rose from the table, standing up, looking at you, at his hands, running the back of them against his cheeks before shaking his head. “Doesn’t matter.” He settled down again, your legs wrapping around him.

“Are you okay?” You asked him, rubbing your palm against his spine.

He hummed in confirmation. “Are you?”

“Yeah.” You mussed up the hair at his nape.

He licked up your nipple, catching it with his lips and suctioning it into his mouth.

You closed your eyes and enjoyed the cuddles. From the exhaustion radiating from his body and the overall disaster you both were, you knew your night was over.

“Can I go clean up please? It’s getting chilly.” You asked, using the excuse to get some space to yourself.

He stood slowly, slipping out of you attentively. He took off the condom, completely lost in his silence, knotted it up and kept it carefully between his fingers as he slipped on his underwear. “Let me show you the bathroom.”

Once he showed you the way, you let him understand you didn’t want him to shower with you.

Feeling the scent of his body wash cover your skin was painful now. You tried to indent the name in your mind and hoped it wasn’t too expensive. Once you managed to exit the shower stall, you dabbed your body dry, realising too late that you hadn’t brought your dress with you.

You wrapped the towel around you and opened the door, walking out once you were sure you wouldn’t drip over the floor.

“Hoseok?” You called.

Once you reached the living room, you found your dress, slipping it on and realising a second too late that your panties had disappeared.

“Giggles?” Hoseok appeared from the corridor, still shirtless, with a pair of bermuda on.

“Uhm… I should… Go, I guess?” You said, staring at the floor awkwardly. “I…”

Hoseok felt fear grip him once he thought this could be the last time he would see you.

“Wait. I—” He stretched his hand toward you. “I think— Uhm, underwear. Since I messed up yours.” He rubbed his nape. “I could wash your… panties and return them to you… Next Friday?” He looked up at you with a sheepish smile. “Over fried chicken and a chill dress code?”

Your cheeks shot up as you felt yourself smile. “So this is not a one time thing?”

“Absolutely not.”

You nodded, increasingly convinced.

You gingerly wore his boxers, noticing they were relatively comfortable on you, the cotton breezy and light, definitely soft over your abused skin. “Then I’ll return these on Friday. Over fried chicken and chill dress code. And maybe my peach frilly undies?”

“It’s a deal then, Giggles.”

“Deal.”

[touchmycoat]

Kinktober prompt: knifeplay with LQG? If you want to go dark, maybe noncon with Bingge? Like he comes back to try to get info about SQQ from LQG. Or consensual with... hm ... SJ? Cultivators can heal... I bet they are kinky about those soul swords...

thank you darling for this glorious prompt...i'm always a goddamn ho for knifeplay and this just proved it some more. I'll clean this up before posting to AO3 heheh but it takes place chronologically after growth pains

Liujiu, consensual knifeplay, sub!LQG

Word Count: 3199 CW: swordplay, knifeplay, erotic cutting, bloodplay, sharp things going into mouths and throats

“Trust.”

Liu Qingge went down with his offense, which only served to piss off Shen Qingqiu more. Not one to overlook and opening however, Shen Qingqiu dove down until his knees were aching challenges on either side of Liu Qingge’s head and Xiu Ya was a kiss at Liu Qingge’s throat.

“You don’t trust me,” he snarled down at the impossible man. Liu Qingge was more like a dog, really, the clueless yet infuriatingly loyal hunting mutt who’d decided all of a sudden that Shen Qingqiu was his best friend; he so liked to nose at Shen Qingqiu’s heels these days even at times when Shen Qingqiu wanted him there the least.

Like now, when the whole world seemed tiny but all its people way too big, when Shen Qingqiu’s old name rang in his ears like an accusation of small, small, small. Liu Qingge was not a small man, nor did he make a habit of curling into himself, baring the back of his neck at people’s feet. No, Liu Qingge followed like he was proud of it, like he was unashamed and unconflicted of being at his old murderous rival’s beck and call so suddenly.

It all just served to put Shen Qingqiu quite on edge. Shen Qingqiu was waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“You don’t trust me,” he insisted again, never mind that Cheng Luan wasn’t out and Liu Qingge was glaring open-eyed and open-palmed up at him as if to say I dare you to test me. Did he think Shen Qingqiu wouldn’t? Xiu Ya hummed a considering note. “If you do you’d have supported me—”

“Unconditionally?” Liu Qingge scoffed, except all of the accompanying derision went skirting around Shen Qingqiu like minnows. Ever since the Spirit Caves, Shen Qingqiu had not had a hard time accepting that none of Liu Qingge’s barbs were aimed at him anymore. That was part of the problem. “Just tell me your reasoning—”

“You could have asked at the meeting, instead of pronouncing—”

“If I’d asked, we also would have fought!” Liu Qingge seemed firm on that point, and Shen Qingqiu bit down on the instinct to shout some more and convince him otherwise; Liu Qingge was not like Qi-ge, who once upon a time could be convinced of pretty much anything if Xiao Jiu tried hard enough. “The decision’s not yet made. I’m asking you now.”

Shen Qingqiu felt frantic with something now, like a bird slamming up against a translucent window dying to get out.

“So you don’t trust me,” he heard himself say, and he saw how Liu Qingge’s shoulders relaxed as Liu Qingge rolled his eyes, as if Liu Qingge not only understood him, but also didn’t blame him, which were notions that made Shen Qingqiu feel like he’d just swallowed teeth with how hollowing and grating they were. “You can’t just trust my reason—”

“Tell me,” Liu Qingge demanded. This absolute fucker, always demanding things of Shen Qingqiu these days, things like honesty and patience and reciprocity, as if this could ever work out. “I trust that you have a reason, just tell me what it is—”

“Would you trust me with your life?” Shen Qingqiu challenged, because that was the crux of it all. Liu Qingge was going to be sent out on a mission and, upon Shen Qingqiu’s initial suggestion of an itinerary, concerned martial siblings had offered up an alternative, wordlessly skirting around all the most seemingly dangerous crevices of Shen Qingqiu’s plan. The moment they, the disciples in their pristine hair and heavy jade ornamentation, gathered up like a many-eyed monster radiating wariness at Shen Qingqiu, he’d known it was all over. “That—”

“I do.”

Shen Qingqiu’s grip spasmed on Xiu Ya’s hilt.

“Shut up,” he blurted, furious or desperately trying to be. “Shut your mouth—”

“I trust you with my life!” Liu Qingge yelled in his face, all of his physicality visibly twitching for Cheng Luan. Shen Qingqiu understood though that even with Cheng Luan in hand, Liu Qingge’s objective wasn’t to hurt Shen Qingqiu into submission but to knock his idea of sense into Shen Qingqiu the way he most preferred—he was a barbaric but comprehensible man. That comprehension, however, was precisely what pricked at Shen Qingqiu’s fingers and all of a sudden, Shen Qingqiu couldn’t take it anymore.

He twisted his wrists and directed Xiu Ya to slit skin. Blood took a moment to spill, staining white robes red.

Liu Qingge’s mouth snapped closed and his whole body went on its first true defensive of the day.

Shen Qingqiu stared down at the cut on Liu Qingge’s neck, as shallow as a slip of silk. He wanted to be shaking, but instead Xiu Ya hung steady and grimly proud still stained with a drop of Liu Qingge’s blood.

See? There’s nothing to trust.

Lips pressing into a thin, terse line, Liu Qingge grabbed Xiu Ya in a bare fist and sat up. Shen Qingqiu’s attention didn’t feel quite honed for some reason, and all he could do was stare blankly at the run of blood down from Liu Qingge’s hand.

Sitting cross-legged and looking up at the kneeling Shen Qingqiu, Liu Qingge yanked Xiu Ya’s tip back to his throat. Its point of touch was lower this time, prepped to draw a second line. Just like, Shen Qingqiu suddenly thought a bit hysterically, strings on a qin.

“You saved my life,” Liu Qingge reminded Shen Qingqiu. He was as patient now as he’d been on Death Number However-many in the caves. Only, what Shen Qingqiu hadn’t been able to figure out—or had convinced himself he couldn’t figure out—was why Liu Qingge bothered. “I still trust you with it.”

Then he moved to cut his throat himself, and before Shen Qingqiu could think much about it, Xiu Ya had dissipated in a mist of spiritual energy and his fists were in Liu Qingge’s robes. He was yanking Liu Qingge up and shoving Liu Qingge backwards into the wall, where Shen Qingqiu too could knock some sense into Liu Qingge buy banging that thick skull into the hard wood a couple of times. The collar in Shen Qingqiu’s hands got a little bloodier, and with a snarl, he closed a palm over Liu Qingge’s throat and squeezed. Liu Qingge just watched him back.

“See?” And he had the gall to roll his eyes when Shen Qingqiu released healed skin. Shen Qingqiu wanted to throttle him again. “You’re the one with trust issues.”

Liu Qingge did not pull punches but Shen Qingqiu also didn’t flinch at them. He’d stopped letting himself. Most of his brain was telling him to just kill Liu Qingge now and prove Liu Qingge wrong, but his hand—the one that had sent a warm layer of spiritual energy over Liu Qingge’s wounded neck—had found a life of its own and had gone seeking Liu Qingge’s hand. Perhaps it wanted to break Liu Qingge’s wrist. Perhaps it wanted to slit Liu Qingge’s tendons—

Fingers wove through fingers and Shen Qingqiu’s spiritual energy was met with Liu Qingge’s own. It was a surprising and surprisingly intimate sensation, like the glide of sun-warmed sand through his grip. In fact, it served to distract so well that Shen Qingqiu didn’t realize what was happening until it was done, and Cheng Luan’s hilt was in his hand.

Liu Qingge’s brow furrow looked full of meaning as he guided Shen Qingqiu’s hand from one side of their hips to the other, lining Cheng Luan up like a lightning strike diagonally across his whole torso.

Liu Qingge was done with words, so he’d just show Shen Qingqiu instead.

Cheng Luan also refused to shake in Shen Qingqiu’s grip. It hung lean and steady and lethal before its owner’s body.

“Are you so desperate for punishment that you’d throw your lot in with me?” Shen Qingqiu heard himself whisper. He’d healed the cut on Liu Qingge’s palm but Liu Qingge was cutting the flesh there open again with a simple glide over Cheng Luan’s edge. There was so much red staining the front of his robes. Curiously, it didn’t look difficult at all for Liu Qingge to bring Cheng Luan in even closer, the threads on his collar splitting apart with just a touch. It didn’t look difficult for Liu Qingge to relax with his back against the wall and Shen Qingqiu blocking the only exit in front of him.

“This isn’t a punishment,” he told Shen Qingqiu before baring his throat again, like he wanted—like he was asking for—

“Do as you like.”

Oh.

Oh.

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Drawing little slits into Liu Qingge’s skin grew quickly meditative once Liu Qingge dissipated most of Cheng Luan into Shen Qingqiu’s sleeve. Shen Qingqiu was left holding Cheng Luan’s naked tip in his hand like a dagger, and that was what he used to part Liu Qingge’s skin.

At first he was furious of course, his fury the sort that obviously belied panic, which only made him even more panicked-furious. The first draw of blood over Liu Qingge’s chest, though, calmed that feeling. Perversely, it reminded Shen Qingqiu of the Spirit Caves. Despicably, sinking into the give of Liu Qingge’s flesh and holding Liu Qingge’s life in his hands settled him.

It was so much easier like this. Having Liu Qingge’s trust was so much easier when he knew Liu Qingge had no choice but to trust him; he didn’t have to sit around waiting for the day Liu Qingge stopped making that decision.

Cheng Luan tasted its master’s blood and seemed to grow sharper and harder. It made the liquid slice of its edge through Liu Qingge’s muscles almost kind, because Shen Qingqiu’s spiritual energy could knit up the severance before blood could even start flowing.

Shen Qingqiu made a game of that for a while—cutting Liu Qingge but spilling no blood. It was absent-minded and natural to part Liu Qingge’s robes. In fact, Shen Qingqiu stiffened with embarrassment when he nearly put his free hand down the front of Liu Qingge’s pants by sheer habit.

But Liu Qingge didn’t seem to mind. In fact, his eyelashes seemed heavy with pleasure and the front of his pants certainly seemed to be…filling. Shen Qingqiu avoided looking down because he wasn’t interested in helping out, but Liu Qingge had always been very good (or had been made to be very good) at keeping his hips completely still while Shen Qingqiu took the reins on his body for him.

So Shen Qingqiu did that now. He slipped Cheng Luan in over Liu Qingge’s heart and took the trickle of blood down Liu Qingge’s pec and abs as a guide, wiping Cheng Luan’s tip clean underneath the waistband of Liu Qingge’s pants. He first scraped up and down, up and down the tender skin of Liu Qingge’s throat like he was shaving, then cut along the vivid topography of Liu Qingge’s jaw like just the hair being gone wasn’t enough, he wanted to peel the skin away too. Shen Qingqiu pushed in and scraped sternum, a sensation that made even Liu Qingge squeeze his eyes shut in pain. But then Shen Qingqiu rubbed at the puncture with his thumb—with Cheng Luan still inside—and cut himself too until Liu Qingge’s blood flowed into his finger and his blood flowed into Liu Qingge’s chest. By that point Liu Qingge’s eyes were half-parted again, drenched in pupil and so hungry for whatever Shen Qingqiu wanted to give him.

Shen Qingqiu slowly wove a hand into Liu Qingge’s high ponytail and pushed Liu Qingge’s head down. When Liu Qingge’s chin touched his chest, Shen Qingqiu held Cheng Luan flat against his bottom lip. The cut over bone had been left to drip and Shen Qingqiu tipped the blade back in that blood now, bringing it up to smear on Liu Qingge’s mouth until Liu Qingge opened his mouth up wider on his own. Held out his tongue. Let Shen Qingqiu wipe Cheng Luan clean and gleaming on that wet slick of muscle and laving, sometimes, like he couldn’t help himself.

Cheng Luan on Liu Qingge’s tongue looked and sounded like the spiritual blade finding its sheathe. Liu Qingge’s eyes were open but fixed on some point in front of Shen Qingqiu’s belly, unmoored and trance-like in their focus.

Shen Qingqiu finally spared one glance down, following the eddies of dried blood.

“Do you want to come?” he asked, and Liu Qingge’s eyes closed with a shudder. When he nodded, Cheng Luan nicked his tongue. Shen Qingqiu put his bloody thumb up there to heal the cut and to pin Liu Qingge’s jaw open by the bottom row of teeth. He lent Liu Qingge his knee.

“Alright,” he said as he began feeding Cheng Luan into Liu Qingge’s mouth again. “Go ahead.”

With a glimmer of energy, Cheng Luan began drawing itself out of Shen Qingqiu’s sleeve. The moment he felt the blade tip slipping higher up than ever on his tongue, Liu Qingge ground his erection down on Shen Qingqiu’s knee, hard.

“We should try it the other way next time,” Shen Qingqiu murmured thoughtfully as the bottom of Liu Qingge’s desperate tongue pulsed over the knuckle of his thumb. He pushed up, and felt it was kind of funny that he could pin Liu Qingge’s tongue between his thumb and blade. “I’ll have you on your knees with your head arched back like those sword swallowers in the streets. How much do you imagine you can put inside you?”

Liu Qingge was rubbing himself off faster and faster on Shen Qingqiu’s thigh, hands white-knuckled pinning themselves in fists to the wall behind him. Very, very carefully, Shen Qingqiu coaxed Cheng Luan in up to the very last hair’s breadth of space inside Liu Qingge’s mouth before he, ever so slightly, nicked.

Liu Qingge almost killed himself on Cheng Luan, jerking forward as he climaxed had it not been for Shen Qingqiu’s relatively quick reflexes and Cheng Luan’s own disinclination to murder its owner. The way the blade hid in Shen Qingqiu’s sleeve felt almost wronged, and Shen Qingqiu almost wanted to offer it a tentative pet.

But he had Liu Qingge to preoccupy him. Liu Qingge, who was covered in blood and breathing hard with saliva on his tongue, thighs still spread on either side of Shen Qingqiu’s knee as he rubbed downward to the rhythm of the aftershocks. Comparatively, Shen Qingqiu was practically pristine, looking perfectly dignified in the barely askew layers of his dress.

Only he knew of the nervous sweat beneath his robes and the tender ache of his own hardness—something that he very much did not plan to take care of here and now, but might consider considering in the privacy of his own room late, late in the night. Only he knew of the urge to catch and squeeze Liu Qingge’s jaw open so that he may lick the metallic taste of Cheng Luan out of Liu Qingge’s mouth.

Gradually, Liu Qingge’s pulse settled, and his legs relaxed as his head fell back into the wall with an exhale. He was glowing with the sweat and pleasure of a really good bout at practice that sent his cultivation shooting up another level. Shen Qingqiu almost envied him.

…But Shen Qingqiu didn’t. He did not envy Liu Qingge and even found an odd source of calm, watching the satisfied give of Liu Qingge’s mouth. It made him want to put blood there. It made him want to feed Liu Qingge things.

Finally, Liu Qingge straightened up and kind of righted the ruined robes over his shoulder.

“So? What’s your reasoning?”

Shen Qingqiu could have brought his fan out to hide away his smile of a scoff. He didn’t.

“I’ll tell you later.” It wasn’t so important now. Liu Qingge seemed to agree, and was moving to somehow fix his robes when all of a sudden, his head snapped toward the door of the storeroom they were in. Somebody was coming, Shen Qingqiu could sense it too. Worse still, he could sense who it was.

Staring down at the bloody mess of Liu Qingge’s front in escalating panic, Shen Qingqiu wondered briefly if this was it, was Shang Qinghua’s premonition-curse coming true. What would Yue Qingyuan think, finding Liu Qingge bloody in a room alone with Shen Qingqiu? Right after they had a somewhat public disagreement, one that Yue Qingyuan had clearly come to help settle?

“Shen Qingqiu!” Liu Qingge hissed. Shen Qingqiu felt hands gripping and spinning him around so that his back was now to the wall. He felt Liu Qingge’s chest slam up against his.

The storeroom door opened.

“Qingqiu-shidi? Liu—Qingqiu! You—”

Shen Qingqiu snapped himself out of his panic and clutched Liu Qingge closer.

“What?” he barked, pressing Liu Qingge’s head into the nape of his neck when he felt Liu Qingge try to turn. Idiot, stay down. Wasn’t this his idea in the first place? How were they meant to hide the bloodstains if Liu Qingge was going to turn around and talk? “What emergency occupies Yue-shixiong so that he’s completely foregone knocking?”

He didn’t say anything else, only rested his lips over the teeth marks on Liu Qingge’s neck. Liu Qingge said nothing either, not even when Shen Qingqiu’s mouth glowed warm with spiritual energy to knit the punctures back up again.Shen Qingqiu could not make his fingers let go of Liu Qingge’s robes.es and made Shen Qingqiu clutch at Liu Qingge harder. Liu Qingge tried to say something through the muffling but Shen Qingqiu completely ignored him.

“Shidi, I merely, after the meeting I thought…This is…” Words seemed to completely fail Yue Qingyuan, until suddenly, sharp concern gouged his brow. “I smell blood.”

At the same time, Liu Qingge managed to nudge his lips free enough to furiously whisper, “the smell!”

Eyes going steely, Shen Qingqiu yanked down the robes on the side of Liu Qingge’s body facing Yue Qingyuan, baring Liu Qingge’s neck before apply teeth. He bit—chewed, really—hard enough to draw blood, and hard enough for Liu Qingge to yelp once in pain.

But before Yue Qingyuan could run forward and interrupt the overt show of violence, Liu Qingge’s voice dissolved into a helpless groan and his hips stuttered forward into Shen Qingqiu’s. Yue Qingyuan froze where he stood, staring at Shen Qingqiu’s teeth.

And when teeth turned to tongue to dig into skin, Yue Qingyuan finally couldn’t take it anymore, bowing once, sharp and low, before making his excusesand running. Shen Qingqiu’s eyes closed in his wake and somewhat helplessly, Shen Qingqiu could not make his fingers let go of Liu Qingge’s robes.

“Yue-shixiong, he,” Liu Qingge said, tone short and halted. Shen Qingqiu thought of biting him again before finally sighing noiselessly and tugging Liu Qingge close again.

He didn’t say anything else, only rested his lips over the teeth marks on Liu Qingge’s neck. Liu Qingge said nothing either, not even when Shen Qingqiu’s mouth glowed warm with spiritual energy to knit the punctures back up again.

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There You Are

Something I thought of inspired by the song “There You Are” by Zayn. Hope you guys like it☺️!

Pairing: Chris EvansxBlack Reader

⚠️: Bit of angst, drunk reader, fluff mixed in

Need you when I'm broken, when I'm fixed

Need you when I'm well, when I'm sick

Friends that I rely on don't come through

They run like the river, but not you

The erratic knocking at his hotel room door makes Chris turn on the bedside lamp as he sits up annoyed and confused. Picking up his phone, the time read 2:17 am making him mentally groan as the knocking continued.

“Hold on!,” he called out as he slipped on his sweatpants draped over the lounge chair in the corner and pulled his hooded jacket over his arms before lazily zipping it up. Coming closer to the door, he slightly pauses now hearing humming mixed with faint giggles only making him more confused and eyebrows knit together.

Although warped due to the view from peephole, he could see you clad in your satin like, short, black dress leaning against the door swaying to the song coming from your smiling lips. You ran into each other earlier at a wrap party neither of you knew the other would be attending, and briefly talked before going your separate ways for the night agreeing to try to meet later to catch up on lost time.

So why you were here at his hotel room, he had no idea.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?,” he asked once opening the door to see you visibly drunk, heels in your hand, as you continued to sing to yourself and dance as if he wasn’t there.

“I jus keep em satisfied on the weekend,” you giggled leaning forward until your head was nearly at your knees. If it wasn’t for Chris reaching out to hold you up by your waist, your body would’ve eventually touched the floor as well. Head tilted, you dreamily take in those familiar features that always made you weak. His soft beard covering that sharp jawline, barely noticeable freckles speckled near his adorable nose. And the cherry on top, his bright blue eyes shielded by those infuriating long lashes that you, and probably every woman in the world, were envious of.

“Hi,” you whisper being met with his small smile.

“Let’s get you inside.”

His arm moves to wrap around your waist holding on a bit tighter noticing your unsteady footsteps. Really they shouldn’t even count as footsteps since you barely moved your feet, instead letting them slide along the carpet as he took a couple steps back.

“You feel sick?,” he asked closing the door behind him with his foot before padding across the cool floor with your chests firmly pressed against each other’s. Shaking your head no as he carefully sits you on the edge of the disheveled bed, you instantly fall back laughing with your arms stretched out bringing them up and down trying to make snow angels.

“Comfy.”

“Glad you feel at home,” he chuckles to himself removing your phone from your purse. Luckily he knew your passcode would be your birthday from being friends for so long. “I’m gonna call your boyfriend to pick you up okay?”

“We broke up,” you sigh, stopping your arms movements.

“Oh...I-I’m sorry.”

“Yep. Last year.”

“Wait you broke up last year?,” he repeats stepping closer to the bed leaving your phone on the dresser next to your purse. “But earlier you said-,”

“I lie.”

“So,” he starts as he sits next to you. “You’re out here on your own and came here all by yourself?”

He couldn’t help but think of everything that could’ve gone wrong during your journey making him want to hold you close being glad that you were, for the most part, okay.

“Mhmm,” you nod looking up at him with innocent, doe like brown eyes as if you saw nothing wrong with what you did. Fingers raking through his messy hair, he quietly sighs sympathetically peering down at you.

“It’s good you made it here safely, but promise me you won’t do that again.”

Whispers in the background, behind closed doors

I got myself in a mess and without you I'm in more

Oh, I'm a little drunk now, that's why I went to war

Oh, yeah, you are my sober when I'm on the floor

“...I’m a terrible person,” you slur, back still pressed against the mattress.

“No you’re not. That’s just the shots talking,” he replies returning beside you with a bottle of water from the minibar. “Here, so you’ll start to feel better.”

“But I am,” you insist holding onto his arm as you sit up. “I hurt people.”

He couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped his lips and the amused look that spread across his face. You were one of the nicest people he’d ever met, so to hear you, or anyone for that matter, call you terrible, or anything bad, only made him want to laugh since clearly it had to be a joke.

“Who did you hurt then?”

“You.”

There was an awkward silence as his eyes slowly shifted from you to the plastic bottle in his hands. He wouldn’t say you hurt him those few years ago, but he was definitely left with unanswered questions. Your friendship seemed to slowly be turning into something more as texts became more frequent and calls became longer, lasting into the early hours of the morning. You even started visiting his place more after being prompted with his many invites, and persuaded by pictures of the beautiful scenery that surrounded him.

“Ugh so jealous😩! Rather be there than stuck with this meeting” you’d reply to his small video clip of the sun shining down on the terrain in front of him and Dodger during their hike.

“Come by after and we can go again😋”

“Hmm...maybe I will☺️. Don’t tempt me with a good time lol”

“😂 wasn’t trying to purposely tempt you, buttt not gonna lie and tell you not to take the bait😉”

One day though, the mood between the both of you shifted as he felt you become more distant. Chris thought that maybe it was something he’d said or done and tried to talk with you about it, but you kept avoiding it.

So much so, that you eventually left without a warning not telling him until he tried to come see you.

“Don’t worry about that, get some rest.”

“You’re so amazing, and kind, and-and beautiful! I was scared, and always I run,” you sniff hanging your head. “You d-deserved better, I’m terribully.”

Palms finding your cheeks, he gently tilts your head so you’ll meet his soft eyes while his thumbs wipe away the couple tears that just started to fall.

“Hey, you’re not terribully okay? Yea we have some things to talk about, but we can do that later. Your mind doesn’t need the stress right now.”

His calm voice and sweet words only make you feel worse as a few more tears fall to meet his hands.

“And you’re patient. There for me,” you add playing with the zipper on his jacket. “I mess up.” Noticing your slight shivers, he moves to his open suitcase getting one of his sweatshirts.

“Think you can put this on by yourself?,” he asks to which you nod yes. “Go ahead and change. I’ll be right outside the door if you need me.”

Only you know me the way you know me

Only you forgive me when I'm sorry

“Y/N? You okay?,” he asks a few moments after no longer hearing you shuffle and stumble about. Peeking in, he softly chuckles shaking his head at the sight of you sleeping across the bed in his sweatshirt. He gently lifts your head placing one of the many hotel pillows under it before pulling the comforter over your bare legs.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble sinking your face further into the side of the oversized hood pulled over your head.

“Shh, get some rest.”

Taking one final look at your still body to make sure you were okay, he moves towards the couch with head cycling through all those feelings he thought were buried deep enough he’d eventually forget. Who was he kidding though? Even after everything that happened between you two he knew those feelings would always be there.

And seeing you tonight practically glowing; looking every bit as angelic as he remembered only confirmed it.

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Eyes slowly opening to the dimly lit room, your instincts to quickly sit up and take in your new, unfamiliar surroundings are halted by the pounding in your head. All those shots definitely weren’t as enjoyable now as they were going down.

You let your head roam to the best of your ability eventually falling on the navy blue hoodie keeping you warm, bringing back last nights events along with embarrassment and shame as you groan.

“Okay new rule, no more drinking when you’re out since apparently you get diarrhea of the mouth and spill all your emotions when no one asked.”

“So I guess that’s a no to bar hopping tonight then?,” you hear making you sit up with a wince and a few ow’s. Standing in his seemingly shmedium black tee over dark jeans and sneakers, his Boston ball cap shades his face but not enough that you can’t see his dazzling smile.

“H-hey.”

“Hey. How are you feeling?”

“Pretty good, besides my head feeling like I’m gonna have a brain blast in the worst way that is,” you answer making him chuckle as he moves closer to the bed.

“Yea I kinda figured, which is why I got breakfast for you.” Setting down the plastic bags in his hands, he pulls out takeout containers still steaming from the top causing you to mentally aw at his sweet gesture. “Hope you’re okay with waffles, eggs, and bacon. I wasn’t really sure what your go to was.”

“I’d honestly take anything right now,” you softly laugh carefully removing the lid to your waiting food. “Thanks Chris. Not just for the food, but for last night too.”

“Anytime.”

Even when I messed it up

There you are

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She’s a good girl- Part 3

Here is the third part of my murderer! Ben Hardy series, I hope you are all liking this series so far, thank you for the lovely feedback.

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Summary: (Y/n) is a good girl from a church-going family and her brother, Joe is trying to put Ben behind bars. But when (Y/n) starts to fall for the dangerous killer, things get complicated.

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(Y/n) had a secret.

For once in her life, she had something that only she knew, she had someone that only she knew about. (Y/n) has a secret from all of her family that wasn't some petty little idea or present she was keeping secret for someone's birthday or for Christmas. She had something that was totally hers and not shared by Joe or found out by Cora or frowned upon or childishly praised by her parents.

Ben was her secret and (Y/n) could keep him all to herself without having to share or witness him being taken away from her like a new toy that Cora would always snatch away after a while.

Ben was someone that (Y/n) could message and smile to herself when he replied, he was someone she could call or go out of the room to take his call so no one would listen in or try and involve themselves like her parents always thought they should. He was something that was entirely (Y/n)'s, he was her boyfriend and she had no obligation to tell anyone in her family about him, he was hers and that felt so, so good.

When (Y/n) went out with him she either didn't tell anyone where she was going or she lied and said she was going out with a friend. When she went to his club to start work there last week, she didn't bother saying where she was going and it sent an exhilarating feeling flowing through her veins.

She had a job. She didn't have a boring job that was the same day in and day out like before or like some of her friends. When she started on the first day she was sitting behind the desk in reception, letting people in and out of the club, checking their membership and signing them in. The next day Ben let her do some of the books with him, checking the finances and helping sort out the wages and it was so fun to her, counting and writing the notes and making sure everything was correct and in order. Ben said she could do the stocks next week and order the new stock they needed, he was letting her try everything and see what she liked best.

She even had a lanyard and an ID badge that opened the doors in the club so she didn't have to be buzzed in. Of course, if her parents found this they would see where she worked- they would see that she worked, so she had the lanyard safely tucked into her bag down the lining so it wasn't visible or able to fall out accidentally.

"(Y/n), where are you tonight?"

Her father's voice brought her out of her thoughts very suddenly and she realised she must have been deep in thought because she seemed to have been smiling while her thoughts were drifting.

"Sorry, I was miles away." The smile on her father's face told her he wasn't complaining about her being lost in thought but they were about to have dinner so drifting away when they were going to have a conversation wouldn't be the best idea and (Y/n) knew it.

With a small, inaudible sigh, (Y/n) took the bowl of carrots and the bowl of mash potato and made her way from the kitchen into the small back room they called the dining room. The table was nothing large or grand, it was very dark brown oak in a rectangular shape that seated six people if they all squashed up together. (Y/n) placed the bowls down as her mother brought the beef and Cora brought in the peas and gravy.

Without Joe here for dinner it meant that everyone had one side of the table to themselves without having to have an odd number around the table. (Y/n) sat down on her usual seat with her back to the wall, Cora sat opposite her and their parents sat at either end of the table with Paul on (Y/n)'s right and Linda on her left. This was the usual set up but if Joe came round for dinner he sat opposite (Y/n) next to Cora with Paul on his left.

Everyone bowed their head when Paul said a very quick grace before they all leaned over to help themselves to dinner.

"My apprenticeship will be up next month and Tommy says that they'll hire me." There was a certain snobbish tone to Cora's voice that grated on (Y/n)'s nerve. She sounded so prude and the way she tipped her chin up and stuck her nose in the air made her seem like she was going to be hired as a lawyer like Tommy when she was only a glorified secretary in reality. For the first few months all she did was sit in on meetings and go get the tea but it made Cora feel like she was high up in society.

Even (Y/n) could see that her new job at Ben's club was better than being someone's personal assistant or secretary.

If (Y/n) wasn't the good girl she had been brought up to be and if she hadn't grown up biting her tongue to stop her comments she would have said something rude by now. She would have stated the obvious, that Cora only got that apprenticeship because she was dating Tommy and they were only going to hire her because of his persuasion. Cora wasn't the best at instructions, she got so confused with the simplest of things and she was a klutz, (Y/n) wouldn't hire her as a secretary. She most likely took down the wrong details when she was on the phone with a client.

(Y/n) knew she herself only had this job because of Ben but at least she didn't go around bragging about it. Apprenticeships were harder to get and Cora got one at the drop of a hat without even having to go through the interview process- which she hadn't informed their parents about to make her seem more glorified.

"Oh that's wonderful honey, you must be doing very well there."

The rest of the conversation seemed to blur in (Y/n)'s ears, she couldn't keep up with what praises were being thrown Cora's way or how she talked about her job that was positively boring to (Y/n) who had heard it all before. The little stories Cora had heard second-hand and not be told direct that she polished up as if she was actually meant to hear it. The jokes about the people she worked with and the compliments (Y/n) truly doubted she was receiving.

Cora was too fake for her own good.

"Well, aren't you going to say something to your sister? Don't you think she's done well for herself?" Linda nudged her elbow into (Y/n)'s arm to prompt her to say something. The way Linda pressed her lips together tightly and narrowed her eyes on her youngest child made (Y/n) shiver.

"Well done, I thought you did well just getting the interview and surprisingly getting the job in the first place." (Y/n) knew all too well that Cora wouldn't realise she was taking a jab at her actually getting a job but the way that Cora's face hardened when the interview was mentioned was enough to make (Y/n) smile sweetly.

She could feel her mother smiling and nodding her head, approving of her answer and her father patted her arm kindly like (Y/n) was so sweet and considerate. But Cora's lips were almost snarling and her head ticked side to side, silently telling her younger sibling not to even dare bringing up the interview again. The only reason (Y/n) knew about the interview situation was because Tommy had told Joe about it in idle passing, who then told (Y/n). It was something both siblings held over Cora when she got ahead of herself.

"Thank you, I have done well, much better than that boring job at the sweetie shop you had." Cora liked to refer to the corner shop as the sweet shop because that was the only reason any of the siblings ever used to go in there for.

"Actually, I have some news too." (Y/n) swirled her fork around her mash potato, feeling her heart pounding against her chest as she wondered if she was really going to do this.

One the one hand, this was going to raise eyebrows and not gain the best of feedback, (Y/n) knew this. She wouldn't be as accepted as Cora was once she told their parents she had a job. But on the other hand, it meant (Y/n) would be more free to actually go to work and to go out with Ben without having to keep lying or making them angry by just not stating where she was going. Her life was going to get a lot harder now Ben had walked into it, she should try and make it easier for herself where possible.

"Oh?" Paul leaned his elbows on the table, eating a carrot as he turned his head to look at (Y/n).

Sometimes it felt like her parents- or at the very least, her father, was trying to turn her into a protege. He was always getting her to help with church events like he wanted (Y/n) to follow in his footsteps or grow up to work within the church. As much as (Y/n) had her faith, that was all it was. Her faith was not going to be her life. Linda was more making (Y/n) into a little doll, dressing her up, parading her around, she wanted (Y/n) to be something she could be proud of, to do well but also to be the good girl that went places.

(Y/n) didn't know where she wanted her life to go but she knew that it was not in either of those directions.

"I got a job."

(Y/n) pressed her lips together as she waited for their reactions. Linda didn't say anything but the way her eyes narrowed and her lips parted showed she wasn't jumping for joy like she was when both Joe and Cora told her about their jobs. Paul on the other hand was smiling with intrigue, wondering why (Y/n) didn't tell them she was even applying for a job or thinking about getting a job so suddenly.

When her eyes looked across at Cora, the elder daughter had confusion in her eyes and thunder on her face from (Y/n) taking away the conversation from her.

"You... where?" Cora shook her head, holding her fork in the air like a wand as she looked very surprised and like she was going to snort in disbelief.

"Now don't be like that Cora, this is great news. Where do you work, honey?" Paul rubbed (Y/n)'s hand for a minute, his smile very calming and his support meaning a lot, even if that support would disappear if she told him the truth about where she worked and how she got the job.

(Y/n) made sure the smile on her face didn't waver or disappear as she thought hard to think of a job she could tell them that they would be happy and content with. She couldn't tell them the truth and being vague wouldn't work but if she said she worked in a gym they wouldn't be pleased. They would tell her to aim a lot higher than that and (Y/n) didn't want their lectures or disappointment tonight. She knew her father was one step away from persuading her to get a job working with him in the church and that was the last thing she wanted.

She tried to think what other businesses were close by to the club to give herself a fake job. (Y/n) would be going in that area anyway for work so if anyone ever offered her a lift or saw her round there they wouldn't question it.

"I'm interning at J&C in town... for journalism and reporting." The lie rolled off (Y/n)'s tongue so quickly she felt the cross hanging round her neck burning into her chest. 

It was the first thing that came to mind when she thought about any businesses that were near Ben's club. It was two streets over from the edge of the town where Ben's club was but it was somewhere that none of (Y/n)'s family would go near and it wasn't somewhere they could pop in to see how she was doing if they ever thought of going that far.

"Really? Oh, my girl's going to be a reporter..." Linda trailed off as a smile formed on her lips, she seemed to be nodding to herself as she spoke. This was a career path that she would agree with, she could boast that her daughter was a reporter or a journalist, it was respectable and if (Y/n) even had this job it could give big opportunities.

If only it were true.

"That's certainly a surprise, but it's lovely that you've gotten yourself a job honey. I hope you're still going to help out at the church though." Paul smiled encouragingly before he went back to finishing his meal.

"Of course I am."

(Y/n) could feel the guilt and the pain pooling in her stomach a the thought of keeping this lie going and how it would progress. If only her family were more understanding of her and more encouraging, if only they didn't care about any high class jobs or how they could boast about their children or about making sure (Y/n) was a proper good girl. Their angel as they always used to call her.

If their family were a bit more relaxed and laid back then this would be so much easier and (Y/n) could find it in herself to tell them the truth and to tell them about having a boyfriend.

But Paul was high-achieving. He became a Reverend when (Y/n) was six and they moved to this church and it was a high status in the religious world. It made him want his kids to strive for the same high achievements, even if they didn't get involved in the church with their jobs he still wanted them to be high up. Joe was always going to be the favourite in both parent's eyes in the sense that he had a high praising job but he didn't choose to be an officer just to please them, it was what he wanted to do. Cora was pretending to be high in society and they were going along with it and praising her.

And (Y/n) was their protege, she was their angel they were raising to be such a good girl and they wanted her to score big. Working in a gym that doubled as a backstreet business, working and being in a relationship with the murdering manager was not something they would take lightly.

She would be disowned for choosing this way of life.

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"What's the long face for, doll?" Ben turned his head to glance at (Y/n) sitting in the passenger seat on his left. He noticed she seemed a bit quiet today at work but she seemed even quieter and more shut down now.

"I told my family I was interning at J&C." (Y/n) blurted the words out very quickly but when Ben looked back over at her, she was looking down at her hands that were tightly clasped together in her lap. He could faintly see a glimpse of a smile on her lips but (Y/n) turned her head to look at him in shock when he laughed. (Y/n) soon realised that Ben was very stern and cold when he was at work, except for when he was with her and showing her around, everyone else at work seemed to fear him.

But around (Y/n) Ben was laid back and relaxed and he laughed a lot more around her. He didn't intimidate her like he did everyone else, (Y/n) was nervous around him but she was still at ease and calm around Ben, so much so that she still couldn't fathom how he could hurt people with the way he was so sweet and affectionate with her.

"The religious folk don't agree with working in a boxing club, huh?"

Ben leaned his chin on his right hand with his elbow resting on the door as his left hand loosely held the steering wheel he had full control over. He couldn't blame (Y/n) for lying and it didn't anger him in any way, he knew how oppressed she seemed to be in her family and if she lied to them about him and him being in her life it only showed how controlling they were and also how much she liked him. Surely she wouldn't lie about him if she didn't particularly like him very much.

"My whole family is high-achieving, I don't think working in a gym slash boxing club is as high up as they would like for me. And if I told Joe he would know I was seeing you and he'd tell my parents."

"Ah well, our little secret then."

"You... you're not mad, that I lied?" (Y/n)'s heart jumped into her throat when Ben reached over and held her hand reassuringly as he tried not to laugh again.

"Baby why would I be mad? I'm sorry but I don't really fancy meeting your folks, at least not right now. What you choose to tell them is up to you, I'm just pissed that they smother you to the point you have to lie to them."

It didn't bother Ben that (Y/n) didn't tell her family about him, he wasn't hoping to meet them anytime soon. Ben wasn't religious and something told him her parents wouldn't be happy with (Y/n) being with someone who was atheist. Nor did he fancy getting to know people who raised their children in such smothering and strict ways that made them terrified to do anything they really wanted. Ben couldn't meet Joe either unless he wanted a fight to start and Cora didn't sound like the best of sisters.

Being (Y/n)'s secret made Ben happy, it made him feel like he had some kind of power over her family and it just did something weird but good to his heart to think he was special enough to her for her to keep to herself like this.

"Take me somewhere else."

"What?" Ben chuckled through the word as he looked over at (Y/n) again, biting his thumb in a way that made (Y/n)'s heart skip a beat. She turned in her seat to face him properly, letting go of his hand when he moved to grab the gear stick, still confused as to what she was talking about. He was meant to be taking her home. Ben said that whenever (Y/n) was at work he would finish the same time as she did so he could drive her home instead of her either walking or getting the bus since she couldn't drive and didn't have her own car yet.

He had so far been dropping her off at the corner of the church so her family wouldn't see him or his car and they wouldn't suspect anything. Ben pulled up at the side of the church, turning so he could look at (Y/n) with a bright but intrigued smile. It was six in the evening, Ben knew her family would be getting worried if she wasn't home soon.

"I don't want to go home, I'm eighteen I can go out and be with you and do what I want without having to tell them anything. Take me somewhere, surprise me, please?"

(Y/n) shouldn't have to tell her parents every move she made and every place she went to and who with. She wasn't a child or a little girl anymore, she was her own person and she wanted to do whatever she pleased. Ben was helping her out of her shell and she wanted him to help her now. If he had nowhere to be and nothing else to do, she wanted him to drive her anywhere and stay out with her. She wouldn't call her parents and tell them anything, she would be rebellious.

Leaning over the gear stick and arm rest between them, (Y/n) skimmed her hands over Ben's neck as she leaned her forehead against his own, her bright eyes pleading with him when she didn't have to.

The mischievous grin on Ben's face told her he had agreed the moment she asked and he already had somewhere in mind to take her. Ben closed the distance between them and pressed a fierce but loving kiss to her lips before he pulled back, grazing his hand over her hip before he motioned for her to sit back in her seat.

"Your wish is my command, doll."

Anticipation and adrenaline coursed through (Y/n)'s stomach and chest and Ben could see her squirming in her seat out the corner of his eye and it made him grin like the Cheshire cat. He could see the smile on her lips and the way her eyes were lighting up as she looked out the window, unsure where they were going but she liked not knowing. She like the feeling of surprise and wonder, curious as to where Ben had thought of to take her so suddenly.

Just less than twenty minutes passed of music filling the car and silent smiles being exchanged before Ben finally pulled to a stop. He took off his belt and turned to look at (Y/n), wanting to see her reaction. He watched the confusion, surprise, excitement and wonder flood her eyes before she turned to look at him.

"Where are we?" He could tell by her voice that she had an assumption of where they were but she thought she better get some clarification.

"My house. I know you don't really go out too much, this way there won't be anyone else hanging around and you can feel more relaxed, have a drink."

It was Ben's turn to be surprised when (Y/n) leaned over and kissed him before she practically jumped out of the car and headed over to the front door, waiting for Ben to catch up. The thought of Ben taking (Y/n) to his own home didn't even cross her mind but it was better than anywhere else she could have imagined.

Bringing her here meant that (Y/n) wouldn't be overwhelmed in a restaurant or a bar or a nightclub since she didn't go out to those places very often. It also meant she could feel comfortable and she could relax and be alone with Ben, they could watch tv and have a drink or watch a movie. (Y/n) could finally see where Ben lived and it made her feel like much more of an adult rather than the child her parents pretended she was. She would love to move out and have a house of her own and being in Ben's home would make her feel like they really were a couple.

The thought of Joe clawed at the back of her mind but the thought disappeared almost as soon as it entered her mind. Joe wouldn't want her to go into the house of a murderer, especially when no one else knew she was here. But (Y/n) would take the very slim chance that Ben would hurt her because she wanted to be with him and she very much doubted he would do anything to hurt her.

When (Y/n) stepped inside Ben's house she felt her eyes become saucers and her heart jump in her chest as she took the time to look around. She didn't really know what she was expecting Ben's house to be like, maybe nothing on the walls, no family photos hanging around or specific or classy wallpaper. (Y/n) couldn't imagine Ben living in a house with paintings or any special frames hanging around the house to add a homely feel or any decoration.

But when she looked around, she saw the wallpaper was a mix of grey and black stripes in the hallway and when she ventured into the living room the walls were painted grey and there was one feature wall with black and white pictures of famous places with lightning in the background. His house looked very well designed, (Y/n) somehow didn't think he would care to have it look anything special considering how much time he seemed to spend at the club rather than at home.

Looking back into the hall, (Y/n) followed Ben down into the kitchen that had black marble counter tops and grey tiles on the walls.

"Would you like a drink?"

Ben rested his hands on the counter tops, arching his back a little as he looked over at (Y/n) with a smile when she nodded. He didn't know if she would go for alcohol or not but if she did, he couldn't guess what her drink would be.

"Surprise me." (Y/n) pressed her lips together to stop her smile from spreading too wide as she watched Ben think for a moment before he wandered over to the fridge. He pulled out a bottle of wine she couldn't quite read the label of and two glasses, showing it to her for her confirmation before he poured the glasses.

Ben watched with delight when (Y/n) studied the drink for a moment and smelled the strong wine before she dared to take a sip. There was a bitter, sour taste to the wine that seemed to change taste when it slipped down the back of her throat but it wasn't unpleasant, it was rather bittersweet. (Y/n) took another sip of her drink, watching as Ben drank a rather large gulp of his own before a thought dawned on (Y/n).

"Does this mean I should be walking home tonight?" (Y/n) tipped her head in the direction of Ben's drink with a small smile on her lips.

She set her glass down when Ben placed his on the counter before he walked over to her. His arms easily slid around her waist like snakes wrapping around her and pulling tighter so he could reel her closer. Once she was pulled flush against him, Ben leaned down until their foreheads were touching and the closeness sent shivers up and down (Y/n)'s spine.

"Who said anything about you going home tonight? Why don't you stay here with me, it'll get you even with your folks... and I really don't want to let you go tonight.

(Y/n)'s breath hitched in her throat when Ben's lips moved until they were pressing against her jaw before they kept trailing lower. He kissed down her jaw and then down her neck, nipping at her skin as he went which he could feel becoming flushed under his very light touch. (Y/n)'s breathing stopped and a squeak passed through her lips when Ben's hands travelled round from her waist to her ass. Her hands held his shoulders in a bruising grip that almost matched his own as she tried to process what he was saying and form some kind of coherent response.

She didn't want to go home tonight.

What better way to get her parents to see how grown up and independent she was than to stay out all night without informing them? A small part of (Y/n) would feel guilty if she didn't let them know that she was staying out or at the least that she was okay, but she wanted to stay with Ben. She had been smothered all her life and told how much of a child she was and she was brought up to be a good girl. But she didn't want to be a good girl, she didn't want to be an angel, she wanted to be different.

"Will you stay with me, baby?" Ben whispered the words in between kisses as he started a trail back up her neck until he could press a bruising kiss to her lips causing (Y/n) to moan quietly against him.

"I don't want to go home." (Y/n) barely managed to get the words passed her lips before Ben was back to kissing her, unable to stop himself from smiling into the kiss. His hands moved down to hold the back of her thighs until she got the message and pushed up so he could pick her up and hook her legs around his torso. He pressed her back against the wall next to the door between the kitchen and the hall, making sure (Y/n) wasn't about to slip down as he pressed his body into hers so he could feel every ridge and edge of her body.

"Good girl." (Y/n) closed her eyes and tipped her head back when Ben kissed the corner of her mouth.

Somehow, when those words fell from Ben's lips instead of her parent's, it felt like the best nickname in the world.

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BTS Run! Episode Ideas

- BTS Ballet!: BTS all attempt to do some basic modern dance/ballet moves and maybe it ends with them all performing a small excerpt from “Swan Lake” or something like that. I would love to see the boys dance like that especially Hobi who’s more street and hip hop dancing. Plus, I want to know how the members who are a little less flexible attempt the moves

- BTS Crafts!: BTS literally just doing those “life hack” or pinterest style crafts. Just them attempting to do the crafts as shown and them slowly descending into madness about how none of their crafts are turning out right. Even with how ridiculous the crafts are and even if they get frustrated, I’m sure they’d still have fun with it all!

- BTS Makeup Challenge!: BTS have to all recreate makeup looks they’ve had from different eras (Danger Era, BST Era, BWL Era, etc). Each member draws an era and each era has ranging difficulty. They have to do their makeup themselves and can only ask for help a few times (let’s say three times) and it’s only instructions on how to use a product, there is no one but themselves to actually do the look.

- BTS Best Friend Yoga!: BTS grouping up and doing best friend yoga poses. They do some basic yoga to start and then slowly move into the poses that require two people. Whichever group gets the most poses complete, after holding it for maybe like ten seconds, they get a point. It seems like it could be very fun since all of BTS have different body types to work with!

- BTS Babysitting!: Seriously, when will we get the episode with the boys babysitting?! Imagine how cute it’d be to see them all taking care of a bundle of kids. Playing make believe, running around and chasing the kiddos to make them happy, reading to the kids. They’d all make lunches together and sing cute nursery rhymes! Plus imagine the boys trying to put the kiddos down to nap! I bet YG, JK, and SJ would be the first ones to fall asleep alongside the kids.

- BTS Improv Class!: BTS just doing improv sounds hilarious. Them being put into two teams to do scenes together. They’re given a scene with minimal prompts and then they have to act out a full scene. They are judged on who performs better in each role. They may even have to change and start acting in a completely new scene while they were in the middle of another! It’d be chaotic and fun I think.

- BTS Stunt Work!: But imagine the boys getting training on stunt work. Like how fun that’d be?! JK would probably have the time of his life doing so! Them learning how to roll right, how to fall properly, get hit and act along with it. Jin and TH are both actors so I’m sure it’d be beneficial to them to learn how to choreograph fights and the details that go into it! Just the boys trying new and intensely creative but fun stuff is my jam!

- BTS Bakery!: We’ve seen them cook many times. We’ve seen them be baristas. We’ve watched them barbecue as well! But have we ever seen them bake?! I want to watch them all try and bake since it’s such a precise form of cooking. Baking is a science and I want to see who prevails and who fails. Just them making cookies, brownies, cakes— maybe even intense stuff like creme brulee! The possibilities (and disasters) are endless!

- BTS Pole Dancing!: Okay, hear me out. The boys are all pretty open to trying new things, I think. It could show off their strengths and weaknesses while also just being fun. Pole dancing doesn’t have to be super sexy, it can just genuinely be a workout! Lots of people underestimate how hard it is to use a pole for exercise. I just kind of think they’d have a lot of fun with it. Goofing and laughing together! Plus, I’m really curious to see how JK does as he’s the strongest of the group or JM as he’s (in my opinion) the most graceful of the group. How would HS do with his great dancing abilities but leaner frame? I’m so curious!

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11/28/2020 DAB Transcript

Daniel 5:1-31, 2 Peter 2:1-22, Psalms 119:113-128, Proverbs 28:19-20

Today is the 28th day of November welcome to the Daily Audio Bible I’m Brian it is great to be here with you today as we bring another one of our weeks together to a close and then make the final push through the end of this month and into the next month, which is the last month of the year. But we’re here and we’re here now and our next step forward will lead us back into the book of Daniel. We’re reading from the New International Version this week. Daniel chapter 5.

Prayer:

Father, we thank You for Your word and once again we find ourselves closing down a week and looking forward. And once again in that practice, looking back, looking forward and being right here where we are, we get a glimpse of this thread of redemption that has always been a part of our story. You have always been here, and You are at work in our lives. Sometimes we want You to be at work in our lives and want some sort of instantaneous thing to happen when Your work in our lives is the work of transformation, of remaking us, of sanctifying us. And this is a process that takes place over time. And, so, we find ourselves at little places that mark time, like the end of a week or the beginning of a week and we take the time to acknowledge this, that things are happening. When we look back to the beginning of the year and we zoom forward until this present moment things are happening, You are at work in our lives. This is how it works. And, so, we open our hearts and say continue the work. Continue the good work that You have begun in us. Transform us so that our will, aligns with Your will, so that our desires are things that You desire. And, so, often when we say things like that it's about big things that we’re fighting, maybe lust, or greed, or envy, or whatever we’re fighting, but to have our desires be aligned with Your desires is that we look through the eyes of love at everyone that we encounter. Come Holy Spirit, help us to be Your image bearers on this earth we pray. In the name of Jesus, we ask. Amen.

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Community Prayer and Praise:

Good morning everyone from Budapest this is John, John in Budapest and the many of the longtime listeners will know me as Paul in Barcelona. I know we all have our fun nick names and mine is rather boring, but Paul in Barcelona has moved to Budapest and taken his middle name of John as his nickname. So, I’m John and Budapest now. Okay? And doing quite well with my Hungarian by the way. So, you know, also if anyone wants to follow me on Facebook look for John Ransom in Budapest. So, John Ransom. So anyway, that’s not the cause of this message, the cause of this message is to just ask for special prayer for both Brian and Jill but also the entire staff during these very frenetic holiday season days. And I also want to kinda do a shout out for someone many of the new listeners will not know – SJ, SarahJane in Colorado in the DAB warehouse. And they’re gonna be going through just craziness starting from now. And, so, I just want us all to lift them up in prayer, you know, that they would have all the resources they need. They’re shipping out all those goodies to all of us and…but they’re…it’s not just what they do, it’s who they are. And they’re just pillars of the DAB from the very beginning. SJ has, you know, was in the UK, formerly organized some of the first European meetings. I could go on and on. So, we just pray for you. I also want to give a shout out to Victoria Soldier. Victoria I was praying for you this morning as I had breakfast with Abba and I just love your sweet spirit and your powerful prayers. Blind Tony and so so many others I send you much love and it’s a pleasure to be on the pod waves again with you. God bless.

Hey this is the Prodigal calling in. Just listened to the pain and the heartbreak of Terry the trucker. He’s back out in his truck again because of this plague and I just beg God to let the devil take his foot off…off Terry’s neck and give him some peace, he and his wife. They’ve been together 32 years, a lot longer than me and mine. And he needs some comfort. And only you Holy Spirit and the Lord Jesus Christ can give him that comfort. So, please God I beg that You…sorry I just worked out…You give him some peace, some release, some grace. Shine Your light on him. Let him rise up and get back in with his wife and with all the losses and everything lead as normal life as possible. We’re all challenged, we’re all plagued. It’s part of the human condition these days and it doesn’t look like it’s gonna get better for a while. So, please just…I beg You’d help everybody who calls in with cancer and MS and divorces and loneliness and depression. Unfortunately, I’ve had all those simultaneously and it sucks. So, Terry I know how you feel brother and it broke my heart dude. So, I’m praying for you. Always love to hear your calls. And you keep on drivin’ keep on truckin’ brother and God’s there with you. He’s riddin’ with you in the truck. He’ll heal ya. He’ll help ya. He’ll lift you up. Praying. And only …

This is I am Blessed from Canada and I don’t call in very often, but God is prompting me so often to call in and I don’t know why I don’t. So, in the midst of doing my dishes right now listening to the prayers I thought, “here it comes again. God’s prompting.” And I’m not gonna ignore this time. I just want to let God’s Yellow Flower know that you are in my heart, my thoughts, my prayers. Praying for Keith. Love you and can only imagine how difficult this is. You bring a smile to my face. The talk about the pounding of the concrete. I wonder whether that’s on Cordon Avenue or Pembina Highway or I don’t know I’ve driven by so much construction lately and I think of my other fellow Winnipeggers like Nave. Where you these days? And I’m just so thankful that there is community out there. And I think so often as I drive down, “I wonder if anyone out here is a DABber?” And it’s just such a big part of my life and I just thank you Brian for that. And I thank You Lord for everything for You have done and that You’ve called Brian to do and his faithfulness and for the faithfulness of others that call in. It’s just so valuable. Thank you, Jesus for these people.

Hey there Daily Audio Bible family this is John from Bethlehem Pennsylvania I hope you are doing awesome. I wanted to say first of all happy Thanksgiving to everybody it is Tuesday the 24th November, hard to believe. But happy Thanksgiving. Happy Thanksgiving week. There’s so much to be thankful for. Family if you would be so kind as to keep a couple people in mind for me. We’ve got a good friend her name’s Jill and she’s on our worship team for our church in Easton Pennsylvania and she’s having some complications after having surgery…and…with some infection. If you can keep Jill in mind, that God’s amazing power and healing and mighty touch would be on her for healing and wholeness and health and peace and comfort and bring her through that, I…I’d greatly appreciate it. And then, if you could keep Pastor Randy and Maribel Landis in mind as well, they…they tragically lost…they’re the senior pastors for our church, Life Church here in the Lehigh Valley in Pennsylvania…and they tragically lost their son Randall who’s in his 30s last week. Pastor Randy and Randal, his son were doing mission work in the Dominican and his son got a mosquito bite and tragically died two days later of dengue. So, it’s a tragic time as it is for so, so many. I love you guys and covet your prayers over all these folks in Jesus’ name. Thank you.

Hello, my dear Daily Audio Bible family. How are you? I am so thankful for you for the Hardin family, thankful for technology that we can go through the Bible together in community during this pandemic in this crazy year. I am so thankful for all of you who prayed for our coworker Barb. The surgery to remove the tumor that was behind her ear in her skull was a complete success. They didn’t think that they would get all of the tumor, but they did, 100%. Not only that, her nerves in her face all the things that she was concerned about were totally protected and she has complete use, function of her nerves. Thank you, Lord we are so grateful. Today Brian read the passage about spouses with…well…with Christians with unbelieving spouses. I want to pray for some of those people. Lord, I want to lift up Radiant Rachel to You and Joe and all of the people in our Daily Audio  Bible community who love You and seek You, who worship You and whose spouses are not walking with You. Father, I just pray that You would do mighty work through these brothers and sisters of ours, that You would help them to be Jesus to their spouses and that You would be convicting the hearts of their unbelieving spouses so that they would see Your love and their sin and their need to…need to bend the knee before Your Father. Also, for our friends who are in that same boat Lord, please just touch the hearts of the spouses. Happy Thanksgiving Daily Audio Bible. Talk to you later. We love you.

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Romanticism in the Time of COVID-19

March 19, 2020.

I moved out of my dorm today. It’s been... weird. Totally not how I was expecting sophomore year of university going, nope. 

Spring break, which is officially coming to a close, has been pretty uneventful. I’ve mostly been holed up in my room, reading, consuming a lot of media in general, though being stuck at home has been a little tiresome overall. 

Instead, I get to spend time listening to, watching, and reading about love and heart and romance! It’s nice, I suppose, but sad. I feel more profound want for love and romance in my life again, mostly because there isn’t much else to distract me or occupy my time at the moment.

Sometimes I wonder if it’s desperate, or pathetic, or just sad that I am 20 and have never been kissed, never been on a date, never been in a romantic relationship, never been in love. Other times I’m okay being by myself, okay with things taking time, okay with believing that I’m just not there yet. But I feel too much and I want these things and I think that I’m not quite ready for a relationship of that sort at all and I think that I’ll never know if and when I’m ready and what it is I want until I am in a relationship. 

Besides the disappointingly same romantic life of mine, I’ve also lost all sense of platonic relationships. I have CW, with whom I communicate and check in regularly, even though we don’t physically speak much considering we go to different schools now. It’s weird but nice to know how we grew closer from a physical distance than when we lived across the hall from each other. I have SJ, from high school, who is pretty much the only person I really talk to from that point in time, besides MT, that is. And I have like my little parasitology lab crew. They’re a little out there sometimes, but they make me laugh. What can I say, I gravitate towards fools, being one myself.

In any case, while in quarantine I’m doing a lot of thinking. Naturally, a lot of it is my anxious brain’s overthinking, but some of it is more conscious and deliberate. Like what I’m doing here, and what I’m thinking about and considering for my future, my identity, my work, my dreams. Anxious brain takes over during those thought trains, and steers us off a cliff more often than not, but I’m getting some thoughts out there, and I think that’s worth something. 

As part of this exercise (by which I mean whatever the heck prompted me to make this blog, I guess) I actually put myself on camera on my bookstagram! That was fun, exciting, quite a bit nerve-wracking, but made me feel good about myself, even accomplished. Whatever I’m doing now, in pursuit of a proper, true identity and self-concept, it’s a great adventure. We’ll just keep seeing how this goes! 

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Hey there @love-letters-x-cardigan-sweaters, I'm your SJ Secret Santa!!

Your prompt was 'Christmas at the cabin' and I really hope I’ve nailed it for you!! Also, I have an art blog (@marleywtoons) as well and thought I'd draw you some SJ fanart to go along with the story SO you get 2 gifts in 1!!

Merry Christmas, hun! Enjoy xoxo

White Christmas

It's snowing the morning of Christmas Eve. The first time it has since they'd arrived. Sparkling white flakes float from the sky blanketing everything in sight with a thick layer of frost. He watches the dance of the specs as they fall lazily by the window. It's a magical sight. But it's got nothing on the woman lying in his bed. 

She's curled up in sheets, hair a mess, and sleeping soundly. He doesn't need to check if she's naked beneath the thin material, he already knows she is, and the leg she's strewn comfortably across his side of the bed makes him long to run his fingers along the smooth, pale skin. And he would, but he hardly ever gets the chance to simply take her in. It's like admiring a piece of fine art, you wouldn't dare touch it for fear of spoiling the image. You simply...enjoy it.

Despite the weather, its toasty warm inside the cabin thanks to the fireplace. The place smells of coffee and wood and her. A unique scent that makes him feel home. He's always enjoyed the cabin, even as a child it was his favourite place. All the surrounding nature, the cosiness, the quiet. It was perfect for him, and he never thought it could get any better...until she finally agreed to join him.

She's been here before, of course. Plenty of times since they'd began this dance. But this is their first Christmas together, alone, at the cabin and he intends to make the most of both it and her before they eventually have to part ways once more. It's for that reason that, for the first time since Charlie's death, he's actually made an effort to decorate his getaway home.

He was a little rusty, didn't even know where he'd put the decorations all those years ago, but eventually he pulled something resembling 'festive' together for her. And it didn't go unnoticed or unappreciated. She loved it. Loved how warm and inviting the place felt with hues of red and green scattered around every room. Loved the way the fireplace seemed even more dreamy even though it only had one lonely stocking attached to the end. And she had especially loved that, while he had done the hard work finding a tree and positioning it inside, he'd left decorating it to her. And for him, he'd loved watching her place each decoration upon the branches with such unwavering concentration that he would swear she was approaching it the same way she did with the tech they found off world. It was heartwarming to say the least.

There's a sharp inhale of breath from the bed and he perks up at the movement. She stirs, body slowly stretching lazily like a cat. An arm reaches out to smooth over his side of the bed and he can tell she'd been expecting to find his skin beneath her fingers by the way her face scrunches when she doesn't. Its adorable and he smirks as her eyes slowly flutter open.

She regards him with curiosity, a sleepy “hey” falling from her lips before she rakes her delicate fingers through her hair. He's mesmerised by the way she moves. She has no idea how amazing she looks. “Hey”, he replies softly.

She beckons him towards her by patting the bed and he's helpless to refuse. The bed dips and rolls her into his side as he crawls his way above her. She giggles at the movement and shuffles herself back so she can peer up at him. “Morning,” she whispers before pushing up to brush her lips against his.

It's chaste, he suspects that's because she's self conscious about morning breath – she needn't be. She tastes just fine any time of day which is why he replies “Mornin, Carter!” then leans himself down to kiss her again.  

When they break apart, she's in a dreamy state of bliss that he no doubt mirrors. He loves waking up to her. Loves being able to kiss her and touch her. Run his fingers through her hair. Feel her nails lightly trail up and down his back. It's the small things. The intimate touches. The soft love.

When she opens her eyes again, she asks about the smell of coffee. The smell is stronger now and even he can't deny his own desire for caffeine. He'd brewed it earlier he tells her which elicits a sigh of utter happiness.

Reluctantly they leave the bedroom. She steals one of his oversized sweaters, something she seems to do every time they spend time together alone. He doesn't mind, though.  It's big enough to cover most of her body leaving him with the fantastic view of her long legs peeking out beneath the bottom hem. Its sexy as hell and watching her pad barefoot through the cabin dressed like that is a view he could never tire of.

They settle into an easy routine of making coffee together and before long they're curled up by the fireplace looking out the window at the snowflakes drifting by. Personally, he loves snow. Loves the cold. Always had. There was nothing like skating on ice or seeing the landscape draped in a blanket of white. It's one of his favourite times of year. And he tells her this. Rambles on about the days he played ice hockey as a teenager and how he almost broke his leg one time as a kid when he tried to jump into the frozen pond outside. He expects a giggle,or smart retort, but when he glances at her, her brows are furrowed and eyes distant. He's on instant alert.

When he asks her what's wrong; “It reminds me of Antarctica!” is all she says. He doesn't need to ask her to explain. He knows. Remembers. Between nearly dying there the first year of their gate travels then the whole frozen in an ancient pod fiasco, he doesn't blame her for associating the weather with the emotions that raged during those times. If he hadn't been so out of his mind during both those instances he would probably feel the same. He watches the snow fall with her for a moment before he gets an idea. “Go get dressed, I wanna show you something!”

She complies, curiously, and before long they're rugged up and trudging through the snow away from the cabin.

The trail he leads her up isn't difficult, even with the snow covered ground. And it's not that he doesn't think she could handle something rougher, they've certainly been through worse, but it's just not necessary for this journey. They trek upwards until they reach a peak that provides a perfect view of the cabin, pond and surrounding woodland. Its beautiful, he knows, and he's pleased when he hears her gasp at the scenery.

It's still snowing as they look over the horizon. Light flakes falling gently all around them. Its dreamy. Cold and wet as it feels, but still such a magnificent sight to behold.

“It's not like Antarctica here,” he says softly, after a while of taking in the view himself. She hums in agreement and he can see her shoulders sag, stress caused by the memories slowly easing away from her. After a while she turns and regards him with rosy cheeks and warmth in her eyes. “Thank you,” she smiles, eyes so full of adoration.

“Always,” he reminds her then moves forward to brush a sparkling snowflake from her nose. He's not surprised when she immediately leans in for a kiss. He reciprocates eagerly. Lips cold, and noses icy. They still melt into each other perfectly.

The heat from their combined breath warms their mouths until he can feel the softness again. She tastes sweet and warm and if it wasn't for the cold now stinging his fingertips, he'd quite happily stay there, on that peak, kissing her forever.

When they pull away, the heat radiates, but it's a different heat. The kind that makes them wordlessly rush home to the warmth of the open fire and the glow of the lights on the Christmas tree and the comfort of the bed. The kind that elicits soft moans or rough groans, or sometimes both at the same time. It's the kind of heat that keeps them wrapped around each other until their stomachs grumble...and then until their tired limbs succumb to sleep.

And after they fall asleep, it's he who wakes first again. The first rays of sunlight stirring him from his sated slumber.

It's snowing on Christmas morning, but he doesn't notice this time. She's wrapped around him and his hands stroking that exposed leg the way he wanted to yesterday. The smooth skin feeling like silk beneath his touch.

Outside the snowflakes fall silently, and its beautiful...but with all the magic of a snowy Christmas morning, it's got nothing on the woman lying in his bed.

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-5, 11, 13, 17 and 35 ;v-

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the be honest meme.   aka things you lowkey want to talk about but don’t because you don’t know how to bring it up. send me a number and i’ll tell you the honest truth. either a simple yes or no answer or a detailed response.[Accepting]

read more bc of length!

5.Do you prefer interacting with male muses or female more? Why?

// It depends on the muse I am writing, but from all of the years I have been rping- I have given a larger prefence for male muses simply because overall I’ve had a better time with the muns of those muses.

I honestly don’t care about the gender of a muse- unless estabilishing a shipping comes into play.

In the past however it would be a lot easier to notice this preference, because I had an AWFUL experience with quite a large number of muns who wrote female muses in an old fandom I used to be in.

But I can tell you how from my experience- the muns behind male muses ended up turning out to be a lot nicer to me than those with female ones. Obviously I am not saying this is the rule nor this is 100% of the cases (I’ve had my fair share of assholes).

In the end of the day: It all depends on the mun really. If I don’t get along with the mun, then the muse most definetely won’t fix things up between us.

11.What do you know now about rp that you wish you knew when you first started?

Don’t jump into people all of the sudden- don’t be too upfront? Or like- I just followed you and suddenly I’m blasting your DMs about rps. Communication is key to interactions, but it can scare people away from you if you aren’t careful with the way you word your messages;

If you write an OC, don’t put ties to canon muses- or if you do. Then don’t expect others to follow through it, just to suit your fanfiction needs. When I first joined tumblr rp, I was introduced to it by someone who would pull this crap-- and I thought that was how things went through around here. Boy was I so wrong........;

I wished I knew about Reblog karma/reblogging from the source when I started here;

Fictional kins are trash, 9/10 times they will use it as a way to dodge your criticisms and step into your boundaries so they can get off to whatever their pea sized brain wants;

Don’t waste your time arguing with people- especially about politics/social issues/etc. a Roleplay blog shouldn’t be used for you to push your propaganda;

No concept/idea/plot/etc. is 100% original, don’t brag about possibly being the only one who writes about a certain subject or way. Just don’t;

Trust your gut instincts- if something on someone rubs you in the wrong way, you better listen to it.

13. Have you ever thought about leaving rp? What caused it? What changed your mind?

// This.........Has been a thing lately.

Although it wouldn’t be leaving RPing altogether, rather rping on tumblr. Because I am so fucking tired of ppl trying to bring up SJ/politics into roleplaying, I swear to God it isn’t even funny.

C’mon guys keep your tr.ump hating boners in a side blog or somewhere else, I am here to write about these fictional characters in their fictional world not to be called a white supremacist just because I don’t agree with your mental gymnastics extrimist views.

Seriously fuck off y’all irrelevant it is to a fictional fantasy based rp.

News flash: If all that you do is just type away in anger on your Tumblr RP blog, but never participate in any kind of protest, support entities that are there to help your cause (whatever it may be), etc. Then you are as good as a dead weight for your so called cause. Oh and please no need to try and brag about it alright? It is very easy to tell people who actually support these causes, from those who are just there looking for brownie validation points.

17.Have you ever sent a message to yourself on anon? Why?

// On a few occasions, although it was simply because of a few prompts that I was dying to do- but knew I wouldn’t get any sent to me (mainly those about shipping verses, and some headcanon ones).

But if you are asking about sending hate to myself, to try and play the victim role so people can go and giveme attention over it???? Fuck no, do you think I am a spoiled 5 years old?

35.Do you read other people’s threads or do you only read your own?

// I really wished I had the energy and the time to follow other people’s threads!

Unfortunately that isn’t possible.

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SJ’s Day

Pairing: SJ/All Members

Series: Bigbang 6th Member AU

2016

“First question! What is SJ’s favorite fruit?” The MC doesn’t even have time to take a breath before Seungri is practically beating the buzzer on the little side table. “V.I.?”

“Oranges!”

The typical noise accompanied by an incorrect buzzer sounds and the crowd laughs. He looked so happy to be the first with an answer too.

Taeyang is next. “Kiwi?”

“Incorrect,” the MC announces. Another buzzer goes off. “GD?”

“Cherries.”

There’s three dings followed by an annoyed sigh to SJ’s left. She peeks over to see Seungri with his head in his hands, shoulders dropped low in defeat. Out of reflex to comfort him she walks over to his table and gives him a quick back hug.

“It’s okay VI,” She shoots him a finger heart before going back to her seat. A low sound of excited screams can be heard from their audience at the gesture.

“I thought even if I didn’t guess anyone else’s questions correctly I would get SJ’s!” Seungri gestures wildly, competitiveness setting him on edge.

“You thought wrong!” Taeyang remarks with a grin.

“I’m sure you’ll get the next one.” The MC points up to the screen. “What is the first thing SJ does in the morning?”

Seungri slams his hand down on the buzzer. “Calls me!”

“Incorrect!”

“What?” Seungri looks at SJ in disbelief. “I’m your best friend! How is that not the first thing you do? What’s more important than me?”

Top cuts off the tirade by buzzing in. “She wakes up…”

“Do you want to be a little more specific, Top?” The MC prompts.

“She wakes up… and she regrets not calling VI because it means he’ll just complain all day.”

The MC shakes his head. “Incorrect. D-Lite?”

“She wakes up and she calls everyone except VI?”

“Sorry, not quite.”

The fans start throwing out their own answers that are equal parts hilarious and just plain wrong. They know SJ well enough though, since it doesn’t take long for them to start edging closer to the actual answer.

“The fans are getting closer than the rest of you,” The MC exclaims. “Would you like a hint?”

“Yes!” Seungri scoots to the edge of his seat, listening intently.

“It involves her dogs.”

“Takes them outside!”Seungri is so confident he’s correct he jumps up when he gives his answer.

“No, unfortunately not.”

“Talks to them!”

The MC hesitates. “Be a bit more specific, VI.”

Seungri gives SJ an exasperated look. “Why are you so difficult? Can’t you just give a normal answer?”

“I’m not difficult! The rest of you are just dumb and don’t know anything about me!” SJ crosses her arms. “We lived together the majority of our adult lives, VI. I’m disappointed you don’t know the answer to this.”

“You didn’t get those dogs until after you moved into your own place!”

While Seungri and SJ bicker Jiyong quietly buzzes in. “She asks the dogs how their night was.”

The MC looks at the cards, nodding to himself. “Correct! Another point for GD!”

A loud exclamation can be heard from the fans when SJ winks at GD. She puts her head in her hands when they start teasing her about it. This is the way it always goes though. VIPs like to tease their Kitten about their Dragon and make her turn a bright shade of red.

“Yeah, yeah, they’re adorable!” Seungri waves his hands at the crowd in an attempt to calm them. “Can we have the next question please.”

“VI’s upset he won’t be SJ’s favorite after this.” Taeyang can’t resist teasing.

“Who else would it be?” Seungri’s tone is demanding

“Me?” Daesung stands up, raising his hand.

“You’re both wrong. It’s Top!” SJ rushes over to hide behind him when Seungri grabs a bottle of water. Top pushes her away and she cries out dramatically, practically bolting across the stage to get out of range of the water. “Stop! I just had my hair done!”

“You should’ve thought about that before making up answers to questions and making me look bad!” Seungri responds. “Stay still!”

“NO! AHHH!” SJ yells when she collides with Daesung’s solid chest. He wraps his arms around her, holding her in place so Seungri can pour half the bottle on her head. “I hate all of you!”

Daesung and Seungri high five one another in victory. 

“Is any one interested in the next question?” The MC- bless him- does his best to reign in the chaos.

“No, we can move on now.” Seungri settles back in his seat, a huge grin stretched across his face.

“See if I answer any of your questions you little brat.” SJ tries getting the water out of her hair to no avail. She’s soaked and it’s all Seungri and Daesung’s dumb fault. “Why did none of you stop them?” She questions the older three.

“You looked like you had it under control.” Top’s just as bad as the younger Bigbang members. In fact, he’s probably worse.

“Even if we helped you would’ve yelled at us for not helping sooner.” Taeyang knows SJ. He knows there’s no winning if she’s in a position she doesn’t like. “What about you GD?”

GD shrugs. “You didn’t look impressed I’ve gotten your questions right so far.”

SJ’s mouth falls open. “So you let those idiots pour water on my head?”

Daesung presses a hand to his heart. “Idiot? At least I finished school!”

“Don’t use my lack of education against me! I’m street smart, not book smart.”

Top makes a confused face. “Are you sure?”

Taeyang points over to SJ with a playful glimmer in his eye. “Last week she texted me and asked me if I wanted to bring ten other people over for dinner. She made pasta and didn’t realize it gets bigger when you actually cook it.”

“Stop picking on me!” SJ pouts. “GD, you’re the leader. Make them stop.”

“Do you acknowledge I know the most about you?”

“Yes!”

“Do I win?”

“Yes!”

“What will your gift of love be?”

SJ thinks for a moment, a small brush creeping to her cheeks when the fans let out a collective ‘ohhhh’. “You gave Sol a selfie as a gift? We’ll do the same.”

GD nods. There’s a three second pause before he says, “Okay.”

SJ hops off her seat, skipping over to Jiyong. As she passes Top and Taeyang she sticks out her tongue. 

“Here,” she says, handing Jiyong her phone. The two of them press close together and the fans cheer.

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One of Those Days

Pairing: Chris EvansxBlack Reader

⚠️: None, fluff💕!

Turning the ignition of your car off, an exhausted sigh slips from your lips as your eyes close, head falling back on the leather headrest behind you. You spend the next few minutes letting your body relax enjoying the silence before having to step back out into the cold to enter your house. Closing your door, you hear the wild laughters of your three year old and husband from the backyard, prompting you to make a quick detour from how you’d usually get in.

Tottering around in her boots and thick winter coat with small, orange beanie and hood pulled over her head, she tries her best to run from her father, but looks unsteady due to the jacket not really giving her room to move. After a couple steps she stumbles, falling forward but putting out her hands stopping her from landing on her tummy.

“Uh oh!,” she repeats after Chris, who quickly squats by her side cleaning the dirt from her hands. Like the protective big brother he is, Dodger also joins her side nudging his nose to her cheek as if checking on her and returning her laughter.

“You okay bean?,” he asks checking her hands to make sure she didn’t get poked or cut by anything hidden in the dirt. The sight was too cute giving you a much needed laugh after the day you’d experienced.

Inching closer, you catch Chris’ eye giving a small wave as he winks before tapping Willow and pointing in your direction. “Look! Who’s that over there?”

“Mama!!” Wide smile on her face, you meet her halfway lifting her in your arms to shower her face in kisses. In this moment, holding your baby close with her head on your shoulder, you feel so at peace and truly happy to be home, the tears you kept blocked and shoved away all day come to a head.

“Uh oh mama.” Her small hands begin to wipe away your tears making more fall at how sweet she was.

“It’s okay honey I’m fine,” you smile through your sniffling. “Just happy to be home and see you.”

“Alright, I think it’s time we go back inside and get you cleaned up for dinner miss,” Chris states tapping under her chin. “Can you put back your toys?”

With a “tay,” she wiggles down to return her toys scattered along the yard to the bin next to her playhouse while Dodger walks beside her.

“Bad day?”

“Yea.” Pulling you closer, your arms wrap around his sweater covered waist as he leans down sweetly kissing your lips and wiping the remaining tears from your cheeks. Standing in his warmth, your head falls to his chest and eyes close breathing in the leftover cologne still present from the grocery run last weekend.

You didn’t realize how much you just needed to be held until more tears pricked the corners of your eyes making your husband gently rub your back as he softly shushed your cries.

“I got Willow and dinner. You go ahead and try to relax, okay?”

“You have dinner?,” you question looking up to see that dazzling smile as he chuckles.

“I’m heating up leftovers for us and chicken nuggets for bean, but yes I have dinner. Now, you go before I take you myself.”

His lips kiss your temple and hand lightly taps your hip as you both pull away. Crossing through the sliding glass doors into the comfortably heated home, Chris and Willow aren’t too far behind stopping on the patio deck so he can remove her boots and ask if she had fun today, which of course was an ecstatic yes.

After your bath, complete with eucalyptus and lavender soap bringing the perfect amount of bubbles and a couple lit candles on the sink counter, you join your family for a dinner filled with laughs and smiles from them telling you about their day. How they watched movies and played with dolls before going outside to play some more.

“Ready to tell me what happened?,” he asks putting the last of the dishes in the washer before turning to you perched on the counter. You tried to help, but he forbade you from lifting a finger for the rest of the night going as far to even swat your hand away when you still attempted to clear the dishes from the table.

Thus why you were sat on the counter “overseeing” everything.

“I just felt overwhelmed. Like I’m trying my best to get everything done, but it feels like I’m not moving fast enough. Then the person that’s supposed to be helping me really isn’t doing anything and didn’t show up today. So now I’m getting emails asking when stuff will get done, which I don’t know, and feel like everyone’s looking at me like I’m not doing my job.”

“Well first, I’m sorry that you feel that way and today wasn’t the best for you,” he smiles sympathetically with hands caressing your cheeks. “And you’ve been working there for years, so I’m sure your boss and everyone there knows how hard of a worker you are.”

“Hopefully.”

“Maybe you should talk to her and say how that other person isn’t really doing anything? Or talk to the person themselves?”

“You know I hate confrontation,” you groan bringing your hands up to hold his forearms.

“I know, but this is bothering you and you gotta say something for it to get better.”

“I know..”

“Unless you want me to go up there.”

“And do what?,” you ask amused.

“Anything that’ll fix it,” he laughs briefly meeting your lips before you’re both interrupted by your daughter banging her plastic, toy pot on the floor humming a made up tune.

“And I’ll bring Willow as back up just in case.”

“Great plan.” you snort wrapping your arms around his neck and gliding your finger along the hairs at his nape as his hands fall to your thighs.

“Seriously though, you know I’d do anything to make you happy. I hate to see you upset.”

“I know, and as long as you’re there, that’s more than enough.”

“Uggies!” Arms outstretched with a small pout on her lips, Willow’s small footsteps pad up to you and Chris making you both aww as he lifts her to rest on his hip.

“Did you think we’d leave you out of uggies?,” you ask tickling her side to cause an eruption of giggles. All of you hugging closely together, you smile feeling the weight of the day finally leaving your shoulders. Your work was still waiting back in the office, but you chose to bask in the calmness of the moment letting what may come tomorrow wait until then.

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Teacher’s pet- Part 7

I’ve finally managed to write the next part of this Ben Hardy series which has gained some lovely feedback so thank you all for that, I hope you like this part.

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Summary: Gwilym sets Ben up on a date with (Y/n) who teaches at the school Ben’s kids go to. But Ben is hesitant in the relationship, desperate not to make the same mistakes and needing to put his kids first.

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Running his hand through his slightly damp hair that was curling at the ends, Ben held his breath for as long as he could to try and slow down his erratic heartbeat. His hands were both quickly stuffed into the pockets of his black jacket but his lips pressed together tightly when he moved his right hand yet again to scratch at the back of his neck. When Ben started to get paranoid or panicked he couldn't keep still and he started to scratch at his skin.

He didn't know why he was here.

The school had called him and for the first time, Ben wasn't being brought in to talk about Carter, he was here because of James but he still didn't know why. He didn't know what James had done or if something had happened to him, he was simply called in now to talk to James' teacher before school finished and they just happened to call whilst Ben was in the shower. He'd been at work all day yesterday, hardly slept because Carter wouldn't settle or sleep at all through the night and Ben had just taken a nap in the morning and gotten a shower and he was pulled back to the school.

James never got into trouble, especially not at school. He was much like Finn in the sense that he didn't like doing anything wrong, James was sweet and docile and he liked school. There was never a reason for Ben to be brought into school to talk about James.

The moment Ben headed through the door into the reception area, he felt like his heartbeat was audible to everyone around him. It was as if Ben felt like he was guilty of something and he was going to be judged. Being brought into school always made Ben feel angry and unsettled because he was normally talked to as if he was a bad parent because of the way Carter behaved. It was only (Y/n) and Gwilym that really understood that Ben couldn't help the way Carter was because he couldn't control Carter's moods or if he felt unsettled or the conditions he had. Gwilym was Carter's only teacher who talked to Ben like he was a good parent.

Ben sat down opposite the door when he told the receptionist he'd arrived and he tipped his head back against the wall. He could have fallen asleep then and there if he let his eyes fall closed for more than a second, he wasn't in the mood for any of this.

"Mr Jones?"

Turning his head, Ben locked eyes with Miss Hart, James' teacher who smiled but her expression didn't look very inviting or all too happy which made Ben's nerves spike. He couldn't manage a smile, but he managed to nod his head in response before he stood to his feet and followed her silently down the corridor and into her classroom that was empty, apart from James.

"Hi daddy." Something was clearly very wrong by the tone James was using. He sounded worried and his lips were forming into a smile that was quivering, desperate to fall down into a frown implying he was about to cry.

"Hey buddy... what's this all about?" Ben wrapped his arms around James when he hurried over to him and wrapped his arms around Ben's legs, burying himself into his dad. Ben's eyes fell over to the teacher who motioned for him to sit down at one of the tables as she herself sat down.

Another wave of anxiety flowed through Ben but he tried his best to keep his composure and stay as calm as he could. He sat down opposite the teacher and pulled James with him, sitting the seven year old down on his lap and wrapping his arms around him, keeping James held against his chest. Ben was beginning to wonder if James had in fact done something wrong because he wasn't looking up at Ben or looking over at his teacher, he was staring at the table in front of them all, scratching at the back of his hands and staying deadly silent.

"Why am I here, has something happened?" Ben pressed his lips to the top of James' head to try and keep him calm but he could feel him squirming on his lap, wanting to leave the room.

"James has some bruises and he won't say where he got them or what happened, I'm afraid it's a safeguarding issue." Miss Hart looked over at James, trying to smile to show him it was okay and prompt him to talk but he wouldn't look at her nor Ben.

Confusion and worry flooded Ben's eyes and washed over his paling face as he tilted his head to the side so he could look down at James. He hadn't noticed any bruises recently, James was prone to bumping into things now and again but he never had excessive bruising or ones that would indicate he wasn't safe. Ben gently moved his hand to James' chin and tilted his head so he could look at him but he saw the look in his boy's eyes. He really didn't want to talk.

"Show me." Ben spoke gently, his eyes urging James to show him where he was hurt so he could see how bad this was. Leaning over, Ben set James down to his feet in front of him and turned him around so they were face to face but the little boy started to wriggle. He tilted his head down and locked his arms behind his back, shaking his head. "Buddy, look at me. You're not in trouble I promise but if you're hurt you know I have to see, you won't get told off for being hurt."

Ben nodded his head when James seemed to ask him a silent question before he relented and sighed. Ben rubbed his hands over James' shoulders for a few moments, coaxing him to relax and unlock his arms from where he tightly clasped them behind his back. The seven year old kept his head tilted down but his eyes focused on Ben as he slowly pulled up the sleeves of his navy blue jumper and held his arms out to Ben.

Moving his hands from James' shoulders to his hands, Ben held his hands gently but reassuringly as he looked over his arms. There was a nasty looking bruise on the crease of James' right arm and a few on his left arm that looked like he'd been grabbed and someone's fingers had indented into his skin. James slowly pulled one hand away from Ben so he could pull down the collar of his shirt, showing two small bruises just below his collar bone.

"Good boy." Ben mumbled quietly, squeezing James' hands to show him he had done the right thing. "Did you get these on Monday? Tell me the truth, you won't be in trouble." Ben leaned over, resting his elbows on his knees so he could be level with James. There was a certain look in his eyes that told his son not to try and lie and his expression showed James he knew what had happened.

The look of shock and slight worry on James' face and the small nod of his head showed Ben was right in his assumption.

"Buddy, you know if that happens you have to tell me no matter what. You can't try and hide anything like that from me, you won't ever be in trouble for that I promise." Ben thought he had drilled it into James' head that if this situation happened- which had occurred before, he was supposed to tell Ben right away if Ben didn't already know. He wasn't meant to ignore this or try and cover it up because that wasn't right.

"B-but I hit him too... I didn't want to get him into trouble, you said that if he-"

"I know what I said, but he can't do this buddy you know that." When a tear fell from Jame's eye, Ben was quick to brush it away and gently cup James' face in his hands. "Shh, it's okay, it's okay I promise." Reaching out, Ben scooped James up into his arms and set him back on his lap, gently swaying him to try and calm him down.

When Ben lifted his head, his eyes locked with Miss Hart who he almost forgot was in the room with them. She seemed perplexed, she was happy Ben seemed to understand exactly what was going on but she was also in the dark about this and she clearly didn't like it.

"Buddy, you go have your break now whilst I talk to Miss Hart and I'll see you when I come get you in an hour or so when school finishes." James shook his head but Ben nodded his head, urging him to go because it was all okay. Ben would sort this out and James wasn't in trouble, he could go and play now until he had to come back in for his last lesson of the day.

"You've still got ten minutes to go and play, James. It's alright, you've done so well and you're not in trouble." Miss Hart urged with a small smile, she knew James didn't want her to call Ben in because he thought he would be in trouble but he had told Ben what he needed to.

"I'll sort everything out, I promise." Ben whispered in his ear before he kissed his temple. Ben nodded his head again before James finally relented and pulled away, hurrying out of the room to go to the playground where his friends were. The moment he was out of the room and the door closed behind him, Ben rubbed his hand over his eyes and chin before he scratched at the back of his neck. He wished he'd of noticed those bruises this morning or yesterday so he could have sorted this out without the teacher being involved. It would have been much easier without the school trying to pry and pull everything apart.

"Mr Jones, I take it you know who did that to James?" Her kind smile was lost on Ben because she was interfering when he desperately didn't want her to. Ben knew it was her job, he knew that if this happened with any of (Y/n)'s pupils she would be calling their parents and she would be worried about them too. But Ben just wanted this to be sorted without her getting paranoid or trying to pry and involve herself.

Ben knew enough to know that this wasn't going to go away, she was going to check up on James and check in with Ben and act like she had to be kept up to date and act as if James was in serious danger when he wasn't.

"Yes, I know what happened and it isn't a safeguarding issue I can promise you that. This won't be happening again." It was clear that Ben was trying to end the conversation but Miss Hart wasn't ready for this to just stop here when she didn't know what was going on.

"I understand you seem to know what's going on but I'm afraid I need to know as well. James is my pupil and if I don't understand the situation I'll have to take my worries to the principal. He was very distressed when I told him I was calling you to come in today, he didn't seem to want anyone to know and that's a warning sign."

"James doesn't get along with his brother and they had a fight, he doesn't like to tell me because he thinks he'll get into trouble for fighting or hitting his brother back. He's not being abused and it isn't a safeguarding problem because I'm looking after them and I'll sort this out. Mr Lee is his brother's teacher, you can talk to him about it if you like. Thank you for calling me."

The moment Ben stood up and turned around, he stuffed his hands into his pockets so the shaking in his system wouldn't be visible. He held his breath whilst he walked out of the room and all the way out of reception, taking a very deep breath when he got outside in the fresh air.

He hadn't exactly told the truth, but at the same time he hadn't been lying either.

Carter had a meltdown on Monday and Ben thought he'd controlled it and had everything covered. Carter must have lashed out at James without Ben knowing and James couldn't tell Ben because he knew Ben said he would send Carter somewhere else for a few days if he dared mess around. James didn't want to get Carter into trouble or cause a fight between him and Ben because James knew how angry both his dad and his brother could get and he and Finn didn't like it.

James and Finn both knew that if Carter ever lashed out or shouted at them and Ben didn't know or wasn't around, they had to tell him straight away because Carter couldn't think he could get away with it.

Ben didn't think twice before beginning to walk down the path that led to the older kids part of the school. He walked down the uneven path and pushed through the old iron gate, his eyes instantly searching all the kids he could see running around in the playground. But Ben didn't need to look or call out to find Carter, once the eldest boy spotted him he was quick to run over to him.

Confusion flooded Carter's face when he noticed the look Ben gave him and saw how Ben didn't stop walking, he carried on and clearly expected Carter to follow.

"Dad, why are you here school hasn't finished yet? Dad... dad! What are you doing?"

The longer Ben ignored him, the more frustrated Carter got until he reached out and clamped both hands down on Ben's upper bicep, trying to pull on him to make him stop walking but it did nothing. Ben didn't break his stride when he reached over and grabbed Carter by the wrist, pulling him with him as he aimed for the doors to get inside the school. He had to see Gwilym and he had to see him now.

"Get off! Dad I haven't done anything, where are we going?!" Carter's voice rose with each word and he bashed his fist into Ben's chest, scraping his heels against the floor to try and slow them both down but it wasn't working because Ben just dragged him along.

"We're going to talk to Mr Lee because you've been a little shit and I've had enough."

Carter was taken aback by Ben's words. Just this morning Ben had been okay with him, granted neither of them had gotten any sleep but one of Carter's conditions meant he could go over three or four days without sleep and not be affected by it. Ben hadn't been angry at him or in a mood with him this morning when he dropped him off at school and Carter hadn't done anything today or yesterday to earn this kind of response.

"Get in." Ben pushed Carter through the doorway to Gwilym's room and slammed the door behind both of them. His eyes glanced over to Gwilym who was sitting at his desk, his glasses almost falling off his nose, a piece of paper in his hands and (Y/n) sat next to the desk with a cup of coffee in her hands.

"We don't have a meeting booked, do we?" Gwilym put down the paper in his hands and got to his feet, approaching the father and son with caution. He often had meetings with Ben and Carter to talk about Carter's progress and things that went on at school, it was useful for them all. He couldn't remember booking one for this week, specifically today.

"It's an emergency." Ben's expression was livid and his words were seething and causing his lips to curl and snarl. He looked beyond angry and (Y/n) had never seen him like this before. "Sit down." Ben snapped his fingers at Carter, pointing at a seat closest to him to imply he had to sit and obey because Ben wasn't in the mood to mess around.

"Okay, does anyone want to tell me what's happened?" Gwilym crossed his arms over his chest after he pushed his glasses further up his nose. He stood between Carter and Ben like a peace keeper as (Y/n) slowly approached them all, leaning against one of the desks so she was just behind Ben and Gwilym, within eyesight of Carter.

"I haven't done anything-"

"Yes you have. I've just been to see James, he's got bruises on his arms and his chest because you hurt him on Monday when you had your tantrum."

Carter ground his teeth as he seemed to pale, recognition lighting up his pupils as he realised Ben hadn't known about that. It slipped his mind that he might have hurt James and that Ben would find out, it had happened in the moment and he didn't think anything would come of it.

"I only pushed him a bit." Carter tipped his head down as a stubborn expression came onto his face that made Ben's blood boil.

"Pushed him? You must have at least punched him in the chest and you've grabbed at his arms with some force. He's been manhandled not fucking pushed." Gwilym took one step closer to Ben out of precaution when he noticed Ben's nails digging into his palms and watched him lean over Carter. Ben wouldn't hurt Carter and he wouldn't punish him or lash out without reason but Gwilym couldn't have that happening at the school.

"Ben, this isn't the place to lose it. Sit down with (Y/n)." Gwilym whispered the words of advice that Ben thankfully listened to. He couldn't lose his temper here in case any students walked past or a teacher came in. They would get the wrong impression of Ben because all parents got angry with their kids and either hit them or shouted at them to reprimand them but it was only seen as right when it was at home, at school it would be frowned upon.

When there was a substantial amount of space between Ben and Carter, Gwilym felt a bit more relaxed and he turned to look at Carter who did have a bit of guilt on his face which was good. If he wasn't sorry for what he did it would make things worse with Ben and it would be harder for Gwilym to help him understand.

"What do you want to do about this?" Gwilym grabbed a chair and pulled it over so he was next to Carter but still sort of near the middle of him and Ben to keep the peace. He needed to know what Ben was going to do because it was obvious this couldn't be overlooked, especially on Ben's part.

"He's going to stay with my dad for the rest of the week." Ben had made up his mind the moment he saw James' bruises and the pieces slotted together. Carter knew if he hurt either of his brothers or he shouted at them then he couldn't be around them. It wasn't fair and he had hurt James which couldn't happen again, Carter had to be removed from the situation for a few days so everyone could calm down and he could learn that he couldn't do that again.

"What? Dad I don't want to! I didn't mean it, I'm not staying with grandad!" Carter bashed his hand down on the table but when Gwilym held his hand out in front of him, the ten year old held his breath and leaned back in his seat to try and gain some control over his temper.

"You know the rules, you lash out at your brothers you have to leave. I can't get you to listen or understand with the boys being at home too and I don't want you around them when you're like this." Ben had a system in place, either he or his dad would spend a few days alone with Carter to talk to him and try and curb his attitude and his anger. It always worked, even if it never lasted for very long.

But Ben couldn't leave James or Finn at the minute to be alone with Carter for a few days and Carter couldn't be around the boys so he would need to go and stay with Ben's dad who never minded having any of the boys.

"That's not fair-"

"What you did wasn't fair and I'm not having it. You live with me, I'm the one looking after you but you don't listen to me and you lash out at everyone and it's not fair."

(Y/n) bit down on her lip as she looked between the father and son. She could see both sides of the argument because Carter didn't want to go anywhere but home, he felt safe and settled at home and leaving wasn't what he wanted to do. Nor did he really want to be away from Ben or have Ben be angry at him. But (Y/n) knew Ben was doing this to help all the boys and try to look after them and she had to agree with him. If Carter was volatile right now then he had to be taken out of the situation and it wasn't forever.

Ben wasn't giving up on Carter, he would never, ever do that. He was just removing him from the situation for a few days to try and get them all calmed down and feeling better.

Both Ben and (Y/n) sat upright in their seats, their bodies going rigid when they watched Carter suddenly bolt forward from his seat. Gwilym stumbled up from his seat to try and catch the ten year old when he looked like he was about to try and attack Ben. But Carter didn't hit him, he rushed forward and latched his arms around Ben like he was trying to glue them both together.

Ben sat stiff for a few seconds to process what Carter was doing before he slowly and cautiously wrapped his arms around him, hugging him to his chest. Carter's knees were bent forward like he was kneeling in thin air and his front was slouched against Ben, but he didn't care.

"Dad please, I-I'll be good I promise. I want to stay home with you, I'l listen I swear d-don't make me go!" Carter knew it was only for a few days and he knew Ben would always come back for him, but to him a few days felt like he was being sent away to boarding school for months. It felt like Ben was pushing him away and not wanting him back.

Whenever this happened Carter never wanted to go but when he came back home again he always tried his hardest to be good and listen, even if it never lasted more than a month or so. He was trying and that was what Ben needed him to do.

"I'm not sending you away forever and I'm not abandoning you, but you're going and that's that. I know you'll listen and you'll be good when you come back, you have to go."

He couldn't go back home today after Ben had seen what he had done to James, it wasn't fair.