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Appreciated: Wooyoung x Fem!reader

Pairing: Wooyoung x fem!reader

Genre: smut, fluff, tiny bit of angst, romance

Word Count: 9k

Summary: After helping a friend out of her toxic relationship, her situation makes you appreciate your boyfriends even more than before. When Wooyoung makes a specific request, you indulge him.

Disclaimer: These works are completely fictitious and for entertainment purposes only. They are not meant to reflect or label the members of ATEEZ in any way. The events within never took place. Thank you.

Tags: established relationship, polyamory, poly relationship, free-use fantasy, free-use kink, oral sex (f. receiving), breast play, nipple play, pet names, multiple positions, mentions of toxic relationships/toxic partners, sad but with a happy ending, talks of suicide but super brief and nothing happens, members being absolute angels and simps

Previously on Idol Companion

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You didn't feel like going out tonight. After having dates with San, Mingi, Yeosang and Hongjoong, your energy bar ran low. You know this is one of the downsides to your job, and you should suck it up and get dressed. Wooyoung deserves as much attention as the rest of the group; you didn’t want him to think you didn’t like being with him. Most clients would pout or make a remark about you not being worth the time anyways. Then again, your boyfriends aren't like any clients you've had before. Sitting up from Wooyoung’s bed, all the tiredness you’d gotten from the day washed back over you. Your morning consisted of gym time with Yunho and Mingi, a few dance classes with your toddler group, running last minute errands and then lunch with friends. You’d come to Wooyoung’s apartment and crash onto his bed before he even came home.

You knew Wooyoung won’t be bothered, but you couldn’t help feeling the anxiousness. You hated being the person who brought down their smiles or disappointed them. Leaving his bedroom, you found Wooyoung already standing in the kitchen with a can of soda in his hand. Long black strands pulled back from his face, Wooyoung wore a black shirt with matching shorts. Personally, you loved your boyfriends barefaced and casual. Something about their natural beauty attracted you, and you couldn’t help looking him up and down when you saw them. He lifted his eyebrows in acknowledgement and took a sip from his drink.

"I wanted to ask you something," you said, getting your own drink from the fridge.

You noticed he’d paused, studying your expression before saying. "I do too, but I think we're thinking the same thing so you go first."

"Staying in for tonight?"

"Yes, please," he slumped against the counter, "I'm glad you asked. I really didn't feel like putting myself together and going out."

"Me neither," you leaned on the counter beside him. You popped open your drink, then took a few gulps of it before continuing, "I went to the movies with Yeosang last night. I went to the festival with Hongjoong the night before. I went to a concert with Mingi and San the night before that. I went to the gym, had some toddler dance classes, and then ran errands. I'm just…wiped out," you sighed deeply. "I'm sorry."

He smiled, "Don't be. Our schedule has been super crazy and dance practice ran longer today so I'm all bleh." He wrapped you in his arms, "Take out and a movie?”

“I’m tired of eating out,” you said, “I’ll cook something and we can pick a drama to watch or whatever.”

“You sure?” you felt his hand rub the small of your back, “I know how tired you are.”

“I can make something simple and quick.”

“Then, I’ll help,” he concluded. “I think there’s some meat leftovers we can finish, and we’ll cut up some veggies and rice? Simple and easy?”

“Alright.”

Wooyoung went looking for meat and vegetables in the fridge, while you poured a few cups of rice from a holder. You smiled softly to yourself at the relief of a night inside. Having eight boyfriends can be challenging at times. You realized early on that you’d bitten off more than you could chew with Ateez. You found yourself stretched thin from all the tour traveling, kpop conventions, fan sign events, dance practices, recording sessions, and group and solo dates. You lived with only Yunho and Yeosang, but you regularly drifted between the three apartments to be with all of them. It became a lot sometimes, but thankfully, they understood and helped lighten the load for you. Dumping the cups into the rice cooker’s pot, you began washing the rice out when your phone vibrated in your pocket. Busy cooking, you didn’t answer immediately.

“Any show in particular you want to watch?” Wooyoung asked as he brought a package of meat to the island counter. You always let him cut and cook meat since he was better at it. Rice and vegetables are your expertise. “I saw this new zombie drama on Netflix. We could give that a try if you want.”

“I don’t know about a zombie one,” you said, finishing with the rice and putting it to cook. “Everything is about freaking zombies nowadays. I want something different.” Putting the rice on, you grabbed the various vegetables Wooyoung brought to start washing them thoroughly. “There’s a drama about a woman who’s like a double agent for a mafia guy and the police. Mihee told me about it and she said it was good. If we hate it, we can just watch another one.”

Wooyoung stayed quiet for a moment, then said, “Nah. Sounds like something I need to pay attention to, and my brain is mush right now.”

“Then maybe I should cut the meat,” you joked, bringing your vegetables and cutting board over to the island counter. “Your mushy brain might slip up.”

“And have you cut your finger again? I’m good,” he laughed. “I like my food to not have human blood in it.”

He cut the meat into thin slices, while you carefully chopped the onions, carrots and celery. “We can try this boxer drama I saw,” he said, side eyeing you with a smirk, “As long as you don’t drool over the leads.”

You rolled your eyes, “I do not drool over the leads.”

“Yes, you do,” he laughed, starting to season the meat on the cutting board. “I remember how obsessed you became with Lee Dohyun when we watched Sweet Home together. Then you did it again with Wi Jahoon after Squid Games. You watched everything you could find and got all excited when your friend told you she went on a date with Dohyun.”

“I couldn’t believe it!” you exclaimed. “I didn’t see him as being the type for that kind of service. She was so lucky.”

“Hey,” Wooyoung said, offended. He took the meat from the counter to the stove, putting oil into a pan. “I’m right here, you know.”

You giggled when he poked your side, and then you gave an apology peck. “Oh, you know I’m all yours.”

Your phone buzzed in your pocket a second time, and you wiped your hands to at least see who called. Expecting your mother’s number, a pit of worry settled in your stomach when you saw the actual name. ‘Mihee’. Wooyoung focused on cooking the meat, so you answered her call.

“Mihee-ah, what’s up?” you asked, making sure not to sound worried right off the bat.

“YN-unnie,” you heard her soft-spoken voice squeak your name, and you frowned, “I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

“What happened now, honey?” you kept your concern in your voice. “What’s wrong?”

“I just can’t handle this anymore. It’s too much,” she sobbed. “They’re so…I can’t be here anymore.”

“What did they do?”

Lee Mihee, a short woman with bright eyes and a friendly smile, came up in the Companion industry beside you. Always bubbly and full of life, clients often noted her way of brightening up their day. She’d gotten into dating groups like you did, and did very well since she could mold herself to fit any personality. However, while you had ATEEZ, who were angels, she’d gotten with Galax1. You’d met them a handful of times at music bank shows and conventions and their vibe immediately threw you off. They’d been kind enough at first, since they doted and praised Mihee often, but from what she’s told you things changed over time.

“Today was Chulsoon’s birthday,” she began, taking deep breaths to keep her voice steady, “And we all were going to go out for dinner.”

The name alone made you clench your jaw. Chulsoon was Galax1’s visual and main vocalist. A soft, fair-skinny boy with wide eyes and an angelic voice, he is the Yeosang equivalent. Except Yeosang is a real fairy prince, whereas Chulsoon is a goblin in disguise. He never fails to make a disparaging remark about Mihee, usually in a nonchalant tone. You nearly threw a shoe at him when he told Mihee she should lose some weight, since her dress was tight in the middle.

“Yeseo was coming with us.”

You groaned at the mention of her name. It isn’t uncommon for groups to bring in more partners as they progress in their career. You knew groups that had three or four of them. However, the normal procedure is discussing a new partner with the group’s current partner. Mihee told you that Galax1 did not do that. They brought Yeseo home after a single meeting, and told Mihee that she’d be living with them. No discussion. No contract alterations. You advised her to go to the agency and renegotiate her contract, since they did not tell her they’d be adding a new girlfriend. However, you guessed she never did this due to the group’s leader talking her out of it. This situation might’ve been okay if Yeseo actually got along with Mihee, who is now the group’s Main Partner. Mihee told you she did not. She was spoiled, entitled, and demanded all the attention.

“And she made a mess of things and embarrassed you?” you guessed ahead, dumping the vegetables into an oiled pan. Wooyoung scrunched his nose in a question, and you mouthed ‘Mihee’, which made him nod and continue cooking.

“No, no, not that,” she said. “I get dressed to go to the restaurant with everyone, and Chulsoon sees me and-and says that I look too pretty and need to change because this is supposed to be Yeseo’s night. His parents are going to be there, and he wants to introduce them to her.”

Your jaw dropped, “He actually said that to you?”

“He-He did,” she replied in a sob.

“Don’t tell me you actually changed?”

“I did. I didn’t want to ruin his birthday and Kwangmin told me that Chiwon’s mom was looking forward to seeing me.”

“Let me guess: Chiwon’s mom never said that?”

“No!”

Kwangmin was Galax1’s comedian who likes making jokes and is their mood-maker. Another skinny man with a dimpled smile, fans adored their ‘sunshine boy’. Little do they know, sometimes his “pranks” went too far and could be downright hurtful. Sadly, Mihee is usually his target. You hadn’t forgotten the time he’d pantsed her in public, her face beet red and tearful as the embarrassment filled her insides. Nor the time when he purposefully ruined her birthday party video by replacing all the nice photos with terribly altered ones. Each time he claimed it was a ‘joke’, but nobody was laughing.

“I felt so stupid and humiliated,” she sobbed. “I almost did not go to the restaurant, but I’d already gotten dressed, so I went anyway. When I was…When I was…” you heard her take deep breaths.

“When you did what?”

“When I was in the car, Yeseo kept complaining that I still looked too pretty and that she didn’t want me there,” she said. “She said me crying was just going to draw all the attention away from her.”

“Ugh, that bitch.” You felt like going to their dorm and smacking the insipid bitch. “What happened then?”

“Chiwon told me to stop being a cry baby, and that not everything is about me.”

Kwang Chiwon. You’d consider the group’s leader your worst enemy if you actually cared about him. In front of fans and cameras, he’s a hard working artist who cares about his younger members. Off camera, he proved to be a different guy; he tended to be Mihee’s worst tormentor. He could cut her down with a single remark. He’d break her things, then blame her for making him so mad that he did it. He never showed concern or care for her. You could tell how much he truly disliked Mihee. You guessed the Companion idea was not his doing, but his managers or his members. His cruelty hurt the most because Mihee had loved him the hardest.

“I stayed in the car for a bit to calm myself down, but when I got inside the restaurant,” you heard her take more deep breaths before bursting into tears again.

“Babe, babe, calm down and breathe, okay? Just breathe. Just breathe in and out.” You heard her breathing shakily, and she continued.

“The host says my name isn’t on their party list and I couldn’t go inside.”

“What?”

“Yeah, he said that it wasn’t there and I wasn’t allowed to go inside with them.”

“They did that shit on purpose,” you seethed, anger distracting you from the vegetables you’d put in the pan. Quickly, you put them into a plate before they burn up. “They never planned on you sitting with them. They did it to humiliate you, again. Mihee-ah, why do you stay with them? You can get out of your contract easily.”

“I can’t.”

“What do you mean ‘you can’t?”

“I don’t make enough from them to leave. They’re not as popular as your boyfriends. They don’t make a lot of money yet,” she said.

A Companion’s pay is usually determined by the group’s budget. Since your boys make millions, you can live comfortably on your own, if you wish. Galax1 did not do so well. Hardly anybody really knew who they were, and you’re glad that karma turned back on them.

“It’s so horrible here,” she sobbed. “They never think about me anymore. They make food, and if I’m not there with them, they don’t make enough for me.”

This made you pause over your current meal. A meal you’re cooking with your loving boyfriend Wooyoung, who always made sure you ate well. You couldn’t picture them ever leaving you out of anything. Yeosang is incapable of being mean, and Yunho is too caring. Hongjoong, above them all, takes care of you as much as possible.

“And I never told you about the time Kenny grabbed my arm hard and left a bruise.”

Kenny. The group’s ‘muscle pig’. You’d seen his muscles, and imagined him being capable of that.

“They used to be so nice to me. I…I don’t know what I did wrong. I don’t know what happened.”

“You didn’t do anything. They’re the assholes. They’ve taken advantage of you too many times.”

You could never see Jongho making jokes at your expense, or San using his strength to physically harm you.

“We used to all be so happy. I remember when Chulsoon used to make me pancakes after our date nights, and when Chiwon would let me sit in his studio with him to listen to his songs,” she lamented. “Kenny used to sing me to sleep when I had nightmares, and would take me out for coffee after our gym sessions. He doesn’t even want me going with him anymore. I don’t know what I did, Unnie. I don’t know where I went wrong or why they stopped caring about me. Everything is always my fault even when it’s not. I’m always the bad guy, the one in the wrong, the asshole. They hardly notice me or talk to me some days. They’re more concerned with their new pet than they are with me.”

“Then leave them and let her deal with their bullshit,” you told her.

“Maybe I should terminate my contract.”

The words shocked you beyond belief. All thoughts of your night with Wooyoung went out the window in a single sentence.

“No, Mihee-ah,” you said firmly. “Don’t say things like that.”

“It’s not like anyone would care!” she cried.

“That’s not true, Mihee, and you know that. So many people would care,” you replied with a plea. “I’d care. Saehee, Jihye, and Sumi would care. Your parents and grandparents would care. Your sisters, who adore you, would care. Don’t say things like that.”

“It’s the only way I can get out!”

“No, it is not.”

“I can’t afford to leave. My contract isn’t up for another year. I…I have to do it.”

“No, you do not,” you told her.

There are only two ways a Companion can get out of their contract without paying: they’re dignosed with a terminal illness or they try committing suicide. You’d heard of Companions ending up in hospitals because they tried ending their lives. A few of them actually succeeded. The idea of Mihee, sweet and gentle Mihee who never hurt anyone, doing something like that brought tears to your eyes.

“Where are you?” you asked her. “Mihee-ah, where are you?”

“I walked back home. I couldn’t stay there. I didn’t want them to come out and find me,” she said. “It hurt so much. Everything they do hurts. It’s like they don’t want me around. They treat me like I’m a nuisance to them…I’m a punching bag when they’re mad. I’m a joke to them.”

“There are other ways to get out of your situation, Mihee.”

“How?!”

As you stayed on the phone with Mihee, you texted another friend of yours: Jihye. She lived closer to Mihee, and would get to her faster than you could.

You: MIHEE WANTS TO TERMINATE!!

Jihye-babe: OMG WHERE IS SHE??

You: at her place. I’m trying to talk her down now. I’m too far away to get there in time.

Jihye-babe: omw don’t worry

“You can go to the agency dorms and get a room,” you said, “And tomorrow we’ll go Sungmi and she’ll find a way to help you out. They should have records from your medical appointments. If you tell the therapist what you’re thinking of doing-”

“-I haven’t been going to my appointments.”

“Why not?”

“Chiwon says I don’t need to go. He says I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not. Mihee, please,” you sniffled. “Jihye is on her way to you.”

Mihee continued crying, and hearing her cries broke your heart further. Several awful visions went through your head as you listened. Not Mihee. You texted Sungmi, your agent. You told her everything Mihee said, and her response relieved you.

Sungmi: I will get her a room in the residency building, and send someone to go pick her up. Jihye will be there?

You: Yes, she’ll be there. She can’t afford the fees right now, though.

Sungmi: I’ll waive the dorm fees for now. I’ll arrange a payment plan with the bursar’s office tomorrow morning.

You: Thank you, Sungmi.

“Sungmi is sending a van to come pick you up,” you told Mihee. “You can stay there for a while.”

“I can’t pay.”

“She’ll work that out later. We want you to be safe, babe. You’re going to be okay,” you comforted her.

You felt so helpless. You felt useless.

“They’ll come get me back anyways,” she sniffled. “They won’t let me go.”

“The agency will make them let you go.”

If there is one authority who could stop this, it’d be your agency. You’d joined The Eden Agency years ago when you saw their dedication to taking care of their employees and workers. You knew all the stipulations and restrictions they put into their contract clauses to keep everyone safe and happy. You couldn’t believe Galax1 somehow made it under the radar this long. Your hands clenched into fists as you stayed on the phone with Mihee, who gradually calmed down until you heard Jihye in the dorm. The savory scents of the food you’d cooked did not penetrate through your anger. How could they do this to her? You couldn’t fathom why someone would do this to a person they claimed to love.

“The van’s here,” Jihye’s voice came through Mihee’s phone. “I’ll go with her to make sure she’s settled in okay.”

“Keep me updated, yeah?”

“Totally.” She gave a sigh, “I can’t believe those assholes. Saehee and Sumi are gonna meet us at the agency. When can you be here?”

“In an hour,” you said, putting the vegetables on the counter with a concerned Wooyoung. “I’ll bring some food for her. She’ll be hungry and the cafeteria will be closed.”

“Good idea. I got a bottle of soju in my purse.”

You didn’t laugh, though you wanted to. “I’ll be there soon.”

“Alright, cool. See ya.”

Both of you hung up, and suddenly you did not feel hungry anymore. Wooyoung stood on the other side of the counter now, chopsticks in his hand as he picked up a bit of meat to put in a perilla leaf.

“What’s wrong with Mihee?” he asked, with concern on his face.

“She…” you couldn’t bring yourself to say it out loud. You felt as if saying it might embarrass Mihee. “She had a big fight with Chiwon, and he said a bunch of nasty things to her.” You picked up your own chopsticks, but only picked at the cooked vegetable sides. “She was having a panic attack, so I texted Jihye and Sungmi. She can’t keep living with them. They’re so terrible to her, and that new girlfriend of theirs is no help either.”

“I can’t believe she stayed with them this long,” Wooyoung told you after chewing his food. “I remember doing Kingdom with those guys, and they were so rude. They hated each other, and were hard to work with.” He snorted, “You should’ve heard the way they talked about you when you told that Kenny guy off.”

Yes, you remembered Kingdom. You also remembered Mihee doing her best to keep the six idiots happy. “What did they say?”

“He’d told San that we should keep a leash on our woman,” he snickered, “And that if we put your mouth to good use, it wouldn’t gab so much.”

You groaned, “Ugh, they’re so gross. What did you say?”

“San almost kicked his ass,” he said, eating his meat and leaf. “Hongjoong-hyung told him it wasn’t worth it and took him away.” He shook his head, “I felt bad for her. If they talk badly about other women, I can’t imagine the things they say about her.”

“They’re so mean to her,” you told him. You picked at a bit of meat and rice, but barely tasted it. Your worry for Mihee ruined any taste you might’ve enjoyed. “I don’t know why a group would keep a Companion they obviously don’t care about anymore.”

You did, but you felt disgusted saying it in the open. So Wooyoung said it for you.

“Because they want a free cook and maid,” he said, eating one of the sides you made with rice. “I’m sure they can be charming when they’re horny and want a quick fuck from her too.”

“Gosh, don’t say that. I don’t want to think about what that’s like for her.” You ate from each dish sparingly, “I don’t know what I’d do if you guys started treating me that way.”

“I do.”

“Oh?”

“You’d kick our asses,” he smirked and laughed before sipping from his Coke can. “We’d never fall out of love with you, babe. You’re stuck with us whether you like it or not.”

You smiled, “Even if I wanted to leave tomorrow?”

“Even then. I’d spend the rest of my life trying to win you back if you did that.”

You believed him. Out of all the members, Wooyoung took to you the quickest and easiest. Yeosang joked he skipped a few steps in becoming friends with someone, since by the next time you saw him, he already kissed your cheek and called you ‘love’. You told Yeosang that Wooyoung is simply an affectionate person who likes talking to people. When their debut came and Wooyoung could put his name on your contract, he became the most physically affectionate of them all. It’d been his opinion you trusted whenever you met a new person, since he picked up on vibes and moods fairly quickly.

“So, I’m assuming drama night is being postponed?” He did not say this in a disappointed voice, but a playful one.

“At least for a little while,” you winced. “I’m sorry, Woo.”

“It’s okay. I’m not mad,” he assured you. “Mihee is one of your closest friends, and she needs you right now. I’ll be here when you come back.” He stood up to grab an empty food container, “Take her some food so she’s not hungry. Home cooked food is the best when you’re feeling down.”

You gave his cheek a kiss, then began packing food and snacks for Mihee while he cleaned. When you finished, you turned to see him by the sink. Everything paused all of a sudden. Mihee spends portions of her day cooking for her “boyfriends” and is then left to clean it all up. Your boyfriends never let you do anything on your own. Every time you cooked, one of them offered to help as best as possible, even if it was being Designated Food Taster. They might talk over who cleans up afterwards, but they never bring your name into it, especially if you’re the one who cooked. You couldn’t imagine any of them treating you how Galax1 treated Mihee.

“Wooyoungie,” you called him, “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything, angel.”

‘Angel’. A name so commonly given to you. What did Galax1 call Mihee? “If we all went out somewhere fancy together, would you make sure my name was on the list?”

“Psh, of course,” he put the last of the dishes in the dishwasher, “We’d make sure your name is the first on it.”

“And would you ever tell me to change my clothes because you didn’t want me to deflect attention from someone else?”

“No,” he squeezed some detergent into the washer, then said, “Is this about Mihee?”

“Yes.”

“YN,” he closed the door and turned it on, “Never in a million years would we treat you that way. In fact,” he walked over to you and held you in his arms, “We do our best to put your happiness first. It only works out that you’re always doing the same for us.” He kissed you softly, then said, “I love you, YN. Not just because the sex is incredible and you’re insanely gorgeous either,” you both laughed together. “But, you’re a kind, compassionate, empathetic person who would drop all her plans to go help a friend who needs her.” He gently rubbed your arms, scanning over your features, “I’d never do anything to intentionally hurt you, you know that. I can’t believe you’re even asking these questions.” He kissed you again, and said, “I’ll be here when you get back.”

Hearing him say this warmed your heart, but also made it hurt for Mihee more. If anyone deserved to be happy, it was her. You slipped from his arms to grab your bag from the couch, and left out the door.

Not before Wooyoung reminded you to take a jacket.

***

They’d put Mihee in a room by the time you arrived at your agency building. The resident rooms are meant for the freelance Companions who only go on dates. Much like a university dorm, it came with a bed, desk, dresser, and a communal bathroom down the hall. With the cafeteria giving three meals a day, Companions could also get discounts at the agency cafe and on their health checkups. You’d enjoyed living there, since it brought you closer to people who did what you do and it helped you out during rough times. It’s why it’d been your first choice when considering refuge for Mihee, who’d been too distraught to think straight. Unfortunately, the dorm came with a fee that they’d take from every check you received. A fee Mihee could not afford immediately.

“I’ll work something out with the bursar's office,” Sungmi told her as she settled into her new room. “You stay here and rest for a few days, alright? You’re in a safe space now.”

“Th-thank you, Sungmi-unnie.”

Sungmi gave her a tight hug, patted her head, and said goodbye to you and the others. Jihye, tall with long blond hair, waited until Sungmi left to open her purse. “I brought soju,” she smirked, “We could all use a drink. You, especially,” she told Mihee and began searching for complimentary cups.

“Have they contacted you at all?” Saehee, short and round-faced with a brown bob hair cut, took a seat on the bed beside Mihee.

Mihee still wore the shimmery lavender dress she planned on wearing to the dinner. Her tears smudged most of her makeup, and her lip tint wore off and left her lip liner still there. You hated seeing her this way. You pulled out the makeup wipes you kept in your purse, and gave it to her to clean herself off.

“No,” she shook her head, her voice still thick from sobs, as she pulled out a wipe, “I texted Chiwon, but he…”

“Left you on read?” Sumi asked reproachfully. She took a soju cup from Jihye. Sumin, tanned with medium length black hair, stood wearing her gym clothes still. Out of the five of you, Sumi worked out the most. “Ugh, he’s so disgusting. I don’t know why you’re so bummed. He’s not even that cute or that successful. I won’t be surprised if their group doesn’t disband in a year or so.”

“They embarrassed themselves with that last comeback,” Jihye snickered, handing you and Saehee a cup. You didn’t drink it. You didn’t think you could stomach anything else. “Like, that song of theirs. What was it called? ‘Dick Me Way’?”

You stifled a laugh, “I think it was called ‘Milky Way’.”

“Psh, could’ve fooled me. It did not sound like they were saying ‘Milky Way’.”

“I thought they might at least be curious as to where I went,” Mihee said to you. “They might not care, but I thought at least Josh would text me. He was always decent towards me.”

“Fuck Josh,” said Saehee, who downed her soju shot immediately. “He’s a dick too. I don’t care how nice he was to you. He still lets them treat you like garbage.”

You unpacked the food you’d brought for everyone to pick at while they talked. Mihee started extolling tales about the things her partners did off screen: how they preferred Yeseo over her, the mean remarks they made about her appearance, how angry they’d get if she made a mistake. It upset you far too much to keep on eating. You thought about what Wooyoung told you about your happiness being their first priority. If they commented on your appearance, it was out of concern and not maliciousness.

Chiwon told Mihee she ate too much. Yunho would tell you that you didn’t eat enough sometimes, often bringing you snacks during shoots or water when he saw you didn’t drink enough.

Kwangmin once gave Mihee an empty Gucci box as a present. Hongjoong took you to a fashion show where he made sure the designer had clothes for you to wear too. You’ll never forget his face when he saw you in the final outfit.

Kenny once told her that she’d have to pay her own way to go with them on tour. Seonghwa always made sure you were included in tour plans because he didn’t want to leave you behind. You never paid a single cent.

Her boyfriends did not care where she went, what she did or who she did it with. She texted their group chat hours ago, and none of them responded. If you go too long without contact, at least three or four of them will call to check on you. Mihee told you that they rarely spent time with her anymore. Your boyfriends would rather be with you than anywhere else. Mihee’s stories made every complaint you’ve ever made about your boyfriends miniscule and childish. So what if Yunho played games until late into the night? So what if Yeosang was a messy eater or Jongho did not always pick up after himself? They adored you. They loved you. They’d do anything you asked of them, and if they could not, they’d find a way to make you happy. You wished Mihee would find someone like them.

You stayed with the girls in Mihee’s dorm until eleven o’clock when visiting hours ended. You put leftovers in Mihee’s mini fridge, kissed the top of her head and hugged her tightly.

“Thank you, YN-unnie,” she said into your shoulder, her voice muffled by your jacket. “If you hadn’t done this for me…I don’t think I’d be here right now.”

This made you hug her tighter. “I’ll come by tomorrow around two and we can go to your place together to get your stuff, okay? Get some rest.”

“I will,” she nodded.

With one last cheek kiss, you left Mihee’s room and met with Jihye and the others down the hall. In the elevator, she said, “Good on you to text me. When you told me she talked about ‘terminating…” she visibly shuddered, “I almost had a panic attack.”

“I was worried she might’ve already done it,” said Saehee, crossing her arms nervously. “I felt super sick thinking about it.”

“Me too,” Sumi agreed. “Is it messed up that it made me think about my own relationship? Like, I can’t see Yongbok or Changbin ever being cruel to me like that.”

“I don’t think so,” Saehee told her. “When she told me about Kenny almost hitting her once, I thought about Seokjin and how he can be sometimes. We might get into arguments, but he’d never try to hurt me or make me cry just to feel like he won.”

“It makes me realize how lucky I am,” you said quietly as the elevator reached the bottom floor. “Yeah, it’s tough juggling eight guys on my own, but I wouldn’t trade them for anything else in the world.”

“Yeah, me too.”

The four of you walked Saehee home first and then Sumi. Jihye went with you to the train station where you waited for the train to take you home.

“Do you think Mihee will be okay?” asked Jihye. “I mean, they’re the first group she’s ever dated and she was so in love with them. What if they try to get her back or she can’t get out of her contract?”

“Sungmi will fix that,” you assured her. “If anything, I’ll pitch in some money to help her out. I’m sure Saehee will too, since her boyfriends are such big superstars now.”

“I’ll hand some over,” Jihye said. “I happen to know some cute clients who are into girls like Mihee, so if she ever has trouble getting on her feet again, I can slip their names to Sungmi.”

You nodded at her suggestion, and put your hands in your pockets. “I just want her to be happy and safe. She deserves that.”

“She really does.”

When the train arrived, you hugged her goodbye and went onboard. On the way home, you checked your phone for the first time since seeing Mihee. As expected, Wooyoung was the first to message you.

WooWoo 🦊: Are you on your way home soon? It’s getting late.

You: I’m on the train now. We lost track of time.

You took a train selfie to appease him, but also because he’d ask for one anyways.

WooWoo 🦊: Beautiful 😍 is she okay now?

You: Yeah, she’s settled into the dorm and I told her we’d go get more of her stuff tomorrow afternoon. Jihye only got the essentials, but she needs more clothes and stuff.

WooWoo 🦊: I’m glad. I like Mihee. She’s sweet. Now, get home quickly. I have a surprise for you.

This message prompted you to go into the group chat you shared with all the members. You mainly used it to discuss group dates or to idly talk about your days as a whole. Anything you had to tell them, you sent it there. As the train stopped at another station, you started typing:

You: My friend Mihee’s staying at the residency dorms at my agency because she talked about killing herself. She told me tonight all about how awful her boyfriends are to her and the terrible things they’ve done. It’s so disgusting it makes me sick. I feel so sorry for my friend because she’s a lovely person and very special to me, but her situation has made me realize how lucky I am.

Tears started brimming your eyes as you continued.

You: since the day we met, you’ve been nothing but good to me. Even when you had nothing to offer me, you still did your best to make me happy. You give me so much freedom, which a lot of Companions don’t always have. You don’t keep me on a strict diet. You don’t tell me what I can and can’t wear. You include me in everything you do, and never make me feel left out or unimportant. You never push past my boundaries and respect my privacy and space. When I’m with any of you, I feel safe. I know you’d never do anything to hurt me, and if you accidentally do, you make up for it and apologize. I feel special and beautiful and important when I’m with you. I love each of you so much, and I hope we’re together forever.

The messages poured a few minutes after you wrote this.

My Bear 🐻: you know we’d do anything for you, angel. You’re such a special person to me, I couldn’t live my life without you now that I have you.

Yuyu 🐶: The last thing I’d ever do is hurt you. I love you too, baby ♥️

Hwa 🐰: why would I not include you in everything? You’re my angel, baby.

Prince Yeosang 👑: I always want to be a person you feel safe with. I know you have your bad days, and I want to be someone who uplifts you. I love you, my princess ♥️♥️

Choi ⛰️: Noooo now I’m crying!! I love you so much, angel. I want us to be together forever too.

Mingi 🦁: I love you too, angel. You’re the first person I think of when I’m down, because you know how to make me feel better. I don’t ever want to be without you ♥️

Choi ⛰️: we were so nervous when we first met you kekeke

Joongie 🐱: you know I love you more than the air in my lungs. I could never hurt you, because hurting you would be like hurting myself. You’re a part of me.

Hwa 🐰: waaaahhh hongjoong putting us all to shame!!

The one person who didn’t answer in the chat texted you privately instead.

WooWoo 🦊: I’m sorry about your friend. I hope she is okay now. I saw what you put in the chat and I wanted to tell you something:

WooWoo 🦊 : There was this book quote I read once that really stuck with me. “He is more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same”. It stuck with me because that’s how I feel about you, YN. I feel like if we met in a different lifetime, you and I would still fall in love because we’re the same. It’s why you’re in every music video, because we’d love you in every universe. I love you, YLN YN. I love love love love love you. Come home soon. I miss you.

You wiped the tears trickling down your cheek as you reread their messages. San recounted the night you’d all met.

Two weeks before their debut, the boys’ schedule was packed with dance practice, studio recordings, promoting themselves, singing and rapping lessons. They did not have much free time, but management set up a date between you and them. You’d been going through financial troubles from your previous relationship, which left you desperate for a good gig. While going on random dates helped in the short term, it was contracts Companions typically sought out. You decided on a trial-run with an eight-member group to see how things went, and if it worked out, you’d sign a contract with them. A one-year contract where you’d be the sole girlfriend sounded promising. You’d handled groups before now, and a year-long contract is a reasonable starting point; you worked out anything longer after a few dates. You’d seen photos and videos of ATEEZ that KQ sent you, since it’s only fair you see what they looked like. The ‘99 line had all been 18 or 19, and Jongho turned 18 right before then. Only Seonghwa and Hongjoong could be actual romantic partners for you. They’d been so young back then, you realized as the train passed another station. They’d seemed harmless enough, and you really needed a good job.

You never expected to be with them this long. But, when you met them at the barbeque restaurant that night, you really enjoyed their general vibe. You saw their close-knit brotherhood right away, and the genuine care they had for one another. It was something you noticed in groups from smaller companies; they worked and lived together, which built up a natural love for one another. That love soon stretched over to you. Smiling to yourself, you recalled how shy they’d been around you that night. Wooyoung, Mingi, San, and Yunho did a majority of the talking despite their nerves. The other members revealed later on you’d been much prettier in person, and it intimidated them.

Walking home from the train station, you thought about those days fondly. You’d often meet up with them at the Han River, where you’d go riding bikes and eating street food together in the spring. They didn’t have much money to spend on you, but that didn’t matter to you. Their company soon became enough for you. You remembered a night when you went to eat after dance practice, and you’d sat specifically with Yeosang because he thought you wouldn’t be interested in him. Shy and anxious, you managed to get him to open up to you like a clam, and his shyness melted away. Once, you went to a convenience store with San and Wooyoung after everyone went to sleep. The three of you played hide and seek down the street.

It’d been under a street light on the corner that Wooyoung kissed you for the first time.

“Wooyoung, I’m back,” you said into the apartment, knowing well Jongho is too busy gaming and Hongjoong is likely still in his studio.

He appeared from his bedroom, smiling at the sight of you. He kissed you as easily as he’d kissed you that night on the street. Wooyoung had taken you gently by the waist, bringing you to him and kissing you passionately.

“Glad you’re home,” he said, taking your bag to put on the hook while you slipped out of your shoes. “I have a surprise for you.”

“As you said in your text,” you replied. You couldn’t help the nostalgic feeling inside your chest. Looking at the man in front of you, it dawned on you how much he’d grown up. “Where is it?” you asked him, getting into your house slippers.

“Come with me.”

He took your hand and led you to his bedroom. You gasped when you saw what he’d done to his bed. Having taken one of his plain white sheets, he’d tied a string across the top so it created a canopy, then placed fake electric candles around his bed to add light. Blankets from the couch outside, plus several plush pillows added more comfort to his large bed. A laptop plugged into the wall sat on a tray with snacks and drinks in a cooler next to the bed. A blanket fort.

"Wooyoung-ah," you smiled at his setup, "This is so cute."

"What you said got me thinking about our first time together," he said, bringing you to him as he closed the door. "When we made that pillow fort to watch movies and then we…got all hot and bothered?"

You noticed the seductive tone in his voice and let him kiss you. "Well, if I remember correctly, you were the hot one. I was perfectly fine with hanging out."

"I couldn't help it," he said, bringing you over to the bed where he let you climb on top of him. You mounted his hips, deepening the kiss as you remembered the first time. "You felt so nice against me like this," he gently pushed his hips into yours, "I really wanted to wait for a more romantic moment, but I couldn't wait anymore. And…" he pecked your lips as his hands went down your body, "It isn't like you tried stopping me."

"Maybe I didn't want you to," you sneered, starting to grind into him. "I meant what I said though," you said, "It really makes me appreciate how good you are to me." A thought then occurred to you, "I wish there was a way I can show my appreciation for you."

Wooyoung picked up on it right away, holding you by the waist as he rolled you on your back. In between your legs, you could feel him right up against your center. His shorts made it much easier to feel him through them, and you couldn't resist grinding into him. Suddenly, Wooyoung drowned all your senses. The fresh scent of his shampoo still clung to his black strands, and to the smooth, supple skin under his shirt. His body heat warmed you against the chill seeping through the nearby windows. Your love for Jung Wooyoung blossomed the night he kissed you under that light. It flourished when you both made love in his blanket fort, soft and passionate and completely wrapped up in one another. Your hands stayed at his shoulders, the bones and muscles tensing under your touch before flexing against it. Everything became Wooyoung. Like the very first time, the small enclosure he created turned the world into one for two.

“There’s something I’ve always wanted to try,” he said, pressing his lips to your neck while your hands slipped under his shirt. “If you’re into trying new stuff tonight, that is.”

“I’ll do whatever you like,” you smiled, gyrating into him slowly so he groaned against your neck. “You’re always thinking of me when we do it. I think it’s only fair that I do things you like too.”

“I want you to watch TV while I fuck you.”

“What?”

“I saw this porn video the other night where the girl watched TV while the guy fucked her,” he explained, “And it was so hot. I want to try it with you.”

Free use. That is what he was talking about: partners having sex even if the other partner isn’t particularly horny. It’s in a consensual way, of course. “Oh?” you smiled, “But does it really count if I’m horny too?”

“You can pretend not to be,” he said.

You considered it for a moment, then said, “Okay. I’ll give it a shot.”

Wooyoung beamed and kissed you. He dragged the bed tray beside you, then put on a random movie he knew you liked. You supposed you’d simply lay there and let him do what he wanted while you focused on the movie. Spreading yourself out a bit more, Wooyoung laid on top of you as he kissed down your throat to the neckline of your shirt. The movie’s beginning credits started rolling right as he slid your shirt over your chest, and pulled your bra down under them. You tried keeping back the gasp when his warm mouth touched your skin, a wet tongue immediately circling your nipple. He kept your arms by your head as he flicked his tongue over each one, and you forced yourself to not grind into him. The tip grazed across the hard peaks once or twice before he suckled on them, a low groan emitting from his throat. You tried focusing on the film, a horror movie you enjoyed so you had something distracting you from the pleasure. But, it only just barely worked. As you watched young Drew Barrymore answer the phone while making popcorn, Wooyoung slid further down your body.

You shifted around to let him pull down your leggings completely, leaving you in your panties and socks. When you felt him sliding off your panties next, you nearly gasped. He lifted your knees up to your stomach and started lightly swatting his tongue on your sex. You clutched the sheets, forcing yourself to focus on the teenage girl panicking as a killer plays cat-and-mouse with her. How did porn stars do this? Once you felt the flat of his tongue gingerly lick your pussy open, you moaned softly to yourself. Part of the free-use kink is that the other partner doesn’t react, but damn, Wooyoung’s mouth worked you so easily. So easily, in fact, you should be ashamed of it. Keeping hold of your thighs, Wooyoung focused his attention on the center of your clit where he rolled the tip around several times.

“Name the killer in Friday the 13th,” said the killer on screen.

“Jason!”

‘No, you moron. It was his mom…’ you couldn’t help thinking.

Right as Drew Barrymore is freaking out over her dead boyfriend, Wooyoung reached into his bedside drawer for something. You thought it must be the condom, since Wooyoung practiced so little patience when in the heat of his arousal. After a bit of fumbling around, a distinct hardness touched your entrance.

“Which door am I at?”

‘Run, idiot. Get out of the hou-’

Wooyoung filled you right to the brim, and you couldn’t help giving a soft moan. Unlike San, who needed total silence to concentrate, Wooyoung had no problem focusing on you as the movie went onwards. Hands holding up your knees, he kept you in place while he pumped in and out of you. You looked over at him for a moment to see he’d removed his shirt and tugged down his shorts. He watched himself fuck you slowly, stretching your sex and filling you each time. You knew you weren’t supposed to acknowledge him, but you couldn’t stop yourself from whimpering. When he felt you looking at him, you turned your head to the laptop.

Two hands grabbed your chest, and he bent down to kiss and lick them while he kept his slow pace. You’d truly become a toy for him to fuck; a doll that fulfills his every whim. You loved it. Something about Wooyoung having his fun with you while you remained indifferent to it turned you on. Soon, his hips snapped into yours quickly, his groans turning into grunts in each stroke. You tried not moaning, since you knew that was not part of this kink of his. You watched the movie, trying to pay attention to the parents finding their teenage daughter gutted and hanging from a tree. The movie moved onto Neve Campbell in her bedroom, typing at her old computer before her boyfriend came in through the window.

Eventually, he withdrew and helped roll you onto your front. You wouldn’t lie: you quite enjoyed this position and they all knew that. They knew your body so well it was almost unfair. They never failed to pleasure you first during sex, and they knew they’d get a very nice favor in return each time. Straddling your thighs, Wooyoung spat on his tip and went back inside you. You nearly whined from how the new position had him touching your g-spot directly, and the force causing the bed to bump lightly against the wall.

“Stay like that,” he huffed, returning to the same speed as before. “Just like that…”

You put your eyes on the laptop, but you barely paid attention to the screen. Wooyoung started bottoming up into you, and his weight kept you from pushing up to meet him. You purse your lips to keep back the mewls his long strokes created. How could he expect you to sit still while he took you this way? Your fingers dug into the soft pillow underneath you, clawing at the smooth fabric. You tried not showing any signs of pleasure, but you couldn’t help the need growing inside you. You badly wanted to push against him, pick up the speed and be the naughty, dirty slut he liked. But, this is what Wooyoung wanted, and you wanted him to enjoy himself too.

In a few more thrusts, you felt Wooyoung stiffen against you. Falling forward, his forehead pressed right on the top of your head as he rode out his orgasm inside you. His damp breath tickled the back of your neck, and his moans drowned out any sounds from the film in front of you. Listening to him cum had your pussy clenching around him each time he sunk inside. Your need for release came almost painfully, the restraint being too much. When he dared to pull out, you immediately tackled him so he fell backwards on the opposite side of the fort. Wooyoung said nothing as you mounted him quickly and began riding him.

“Someone couldn’t keep it together anymore, huh?” Wooyoung chuckled, holding onto your hips as you bounced on him. “My dick feels too good?”

“Way too good,” you whined, rolling your hips on him. You didn’t care if he’d already come, you knew he wouldn’t stop until you did too. “Play with my clit, Wooyoungie,” you said, “Make me cum, please?”

“Of course, angel.”

Whirling his thumb around your clit and his tip prodding your g-spot again, you unraveled a few seconds later. Your body tensed in each orgasmic wave and you were soon clawing at Wooyoung’s chest from the force. Slowly, you fell from your climax as quickly as it arrived, and collapsed beside Wooyoung. A small pang of guilt made you frown.

“Sorry,” you said to him.

“About what?” he panted, looking over at you.

“For not going through with the whole ‘free-use’ thing,” you replied. “I don’t know how porn stars do it, honestly.”

“You just need practice, baby,” he insisted. He rolled onto his side, and pecked your lips, “You still did so well. It’s not your fault you’re so…sensitive,” he smirked, pinching your nipple idly before kissing you again. “Trust me, I still loved it. Didn’t you?”

“I did,” you replied, turning on your side to face him. “We can always try it again later,” you suggested, “If you want to, that is.”

“I wouldn’t be opposed to that,” he grinned, bringing you close to kiss you deeply. He paused for a moment, brushing your nose with his, and said, “I love you, YN.”

“I love you too, WooWoo.”

He chuckled at the nickname and you kissed once more. You briefly thought back to Mihee, who likely ended up alone after sex with her boyfriends. Not you. Your boyfriends would never leave you without smothering you in kisses first.

They simply adored you too much.

#ateez #ateez fanfiction #ateez smut #ateez fanfic #ateez wooyoung #jung wooyoung #wooyoung x reader #wooyoung x fem!reader

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Greetings Factual! I just realized I completely forgot to congratulate you in my last Ask- so although it's a tad late, allow me to say, great job getting to yet another milestone in the form of 27,000 followers! As I've said before, you deserve every single one and more- your works, both big and small, make bad days brighter and good days even better! I've especially enjoyed the pixel art gags these past few days- "human sans" and "Bingus" in particular- and it seems like many others have too- at this rate, 30,000 is just a few steps away! Almost their!

Also, thanks a million for responding so kindly to my idea regarding the gangs reunion with patty and meeting with Baragara! I'm glad you like it, and regardless of what details you decide on, I just hope we get to see the moment illustrated some day, as emotional as it is epic!

As for my actual Ask today- I was wondering about Grimaces Gigantamax status. As you probably know, some Pokemon species, including Gengar, can take mega evolution to the next level and temporarily grow to Kaiju sizes when exposed to certain types of legendary energy. However, of the 26 compatible species, not all members have the genes necessary to do so. So, even though he is unlikely to be exposed to the energy required to Gigantamax, if he was, would Grimace be among the lucky few of his kind to react? Or does he lack the Gigantamax genes- which, if he does, certainly wouldn't make him any less awesome!

Oh, and also, small goofy side ask I just thought of- since the group usually seems to sleep together, do any of its six ( later eight ) members snore? And if so, have the others grown accustomed to the noise? Or do they "throw a pillow at the problem" so to speak?

(27,000 followers) (Human sans) (Bingus)

THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :DD I'm glad to hear that you've been liking my pixel stuff!! :DDD

As for the Baragara ask, awe! No problem!! :D I've been thinking about his story and how I would draw it.. it just seems like a hefty project to take on in my current state.. <XD

Now hmm.. Gigantimaxing.. Funnily enough the discord server an I actually talked about Grimace potentially Gigantimaxing or mega evolving. You know, for angst reasons XD But the general take away I got is it would requite too specific of an environment and situation for him to mega evolve on accident. If mega evolving on accident is even possible- (I say accident because the group are not intended to know what megastones are or how they work. So its not like Grimace could mega evolve intentionally-)

Gigantimaxing had a similar problem. Requiring too specific of an environment/situation for him to Gigantimax unintentionally. They're not in/from the Galar region, so they don't have access the things needed to Gigantimax.. and since Grimace isn't from Galar, I thought it would stand to reason that he wouldn't have the gigantimax genes..(do only galar region pokemon have the genes..?)

And even if they were in Galar and Grimace had the genes, Gloria would be a roadblock.

If they found like.. a gigantimax den.? She would surly sense the powerful aura and be sketched out. Thus steering the group away. And since Gloria has never steered them wrong before.. no body would disobey her.

It kind'a sucks that I cant find a way for these two scenarios to work out! 😭 I had a lot of fun imagining Grimace mega evolving in a panic to protect the group and then needing Sylvester to talk him down. But needing a megastone, and a keystone..? And somehow having Gloria not get sussed out by the stones powerful aura and not taking it away from Grimace just seems pretty far fetched. Darn you Gloria for being so observant and caring for your friends. 😔

I'm open to ideas of how I can make either idea less specific and more possible though.. 👀👀

As for your last ask, I'd like to say that thankfully none of them snore <XD it would be pretty hard to stay hidden in the forest if you snore!

#my response #thank you for your ask!! :))#pokemon scarlet and violet #gengar

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The Cat and Dog Game [Chapter 27]

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Comedy

Pairing: Yunho x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Chef!Reader, RestaurantOwner!Yunho, MaitreD!Hongjoong, Waiter!Yeosang, Waiter!San, Waiter!Mingi, SousChef!Seonghwa, SousChef!Wooyoung, PrepChef!Jongho

Summary: Yunho's dream was to open and run his own restaurant. But he doesn't know anything when it comes to cooking. Until you came along and accepted the job, bringing with you a small crew. How will the black cat tame the energetic golden retriever?

Word count: 3.2K

The dreaded day has finally come. You didn't sleep at all, just laying in bed or trying to keep yourself busy by doing some recipe testing, something you haven't done in a long time. Your finger drummed against the counter top, you were so fidgety. With a sigh, you put the spoon into the metal mixing bowl.

'6:07am'

By now, you would have been in the kitchen at Yunho's restaurant, preparing for the morning bakes. Wooyoung and Jongho would be there with the two stand ins for the day.

"Chicken roasted with herb mix under the skin; epazote, oregano, parsley and charred jalapenos." You wrote down.

"With... creamy, grilled garlic sauce." You cut into a small piece and took a bite.

"Brining chicken and injecting the brine directly into the meat helps with juiciness and flavour penetration." You noted, scribbling it onto your iPad.

"Hey... I know you're busy but... do you think you could stop by for a minute?" You spoke into the phone, pacing around your apartment.

It didn't take long for the doorbell to ring and you went to open it. You smiled at the familiar face and calmness the person brought along with him. You walked in with him trailing after you. His eyes noted the slightly messy chicken and half eating food.

"Sorry about the mess. I just... my mind is a mess now and doing all this keeps my mind off things. So I-" You were interrupted as he grabbed your arm, tugging you to his body and hugging you.

"Shh, it's okay." His arms wrapped around you to hold you securely. You closed your eyes, leaning against him.

"Sorry, Yunho." You apologised.

"Mm-mm, nothing to apologise for. It's okay." He comforted, one hand coming up to hold the back of your head. Yunho was glad that you called him, he was worried about you.

He didn't care that he had to go to work, he would drop everything for you. Everything else didn't matter.

"Come." Yunho pulled you to the couch, tucking you under his arm and pulling your legs up so they draped over his lap.

"I'm here now. Relax." He gently guided your head to lean against his chest. The sound of his heartbeat and his warmth lulled your own heart to calm down. While you didn't sleep, you did close your eyes, just enjoying the effect that Yunho had on you. It was the right decision to call him.

"Is tonight... that event with your family... causing you all this stress?" Yunho asked hesitantly. He didn't know if he was in the position to ask you something so personal. You hummed.

"Don't... Don't worry, okay? I feel a lot better with you here. Just mental nerves." You tried to convince him otherwise.

"I'm glad I can help then. I'm sorry I can't do more." He whispered.

"Silly, there's nothing to do." You chuckled. As much as you wanted to savour this moment and keep Yunho with you, you knew you couldn't be selfish.

"I should let you go." You were about to pull away but Yunho kept his arm around your waist firmly, holding you close to him.

"Yunho..." You said, disapprovingly.

"They'll be fine if I'm a bit late, I promise." He whined, he didn't want to leave you yet.

"Usually, I would believe you. But don't forget, I got two old friends to stand in on behalf of me and Hwa today. You have to be a good boss and introduce yourself." You laughed, patting his arm. He let out a sigh, knowing you were right.

"Before you go, do you want breakfast? I made grapefruit marmalade and crepes." You offered. Yunho nodded, following you to the kitchen. Anything to spend more time with you.

Yunho watched you move things around to find the crepes you made, heating them up a little in the oven.

"Coffee's in the fridge if you'd like. Help yourself." You said, cutting out the orange segments to put it as a topping to the crepe.

"Alright." He poured some out for himself and you too. Yunho had to bite back his smile when he noticed that your cold brew was the packs that you had given him.

"Here." He handed you a mug. You smiled gratefully and took a sip, putting the plate of food on the counter for him.

"What about you?" Yunho asked.

"I've been eating the whole night." You chuckled, drinking your coffee. You stood across him to watch him it. It really dawned on you how much your subconscious self has relied on him. Usually, the first thing you would do is call Seonghwa, never did you think that you would call Yunho.

"(y/n)? (y/n)...? Are you okay?" You snapped out of your thoughts when Yunho called out to you. Looking up from your mug, you met his worried eyes.

"Yeah. Just deep thought." You smiled. Taking a small plate, you let Yunho try the chicken you were testing earlier.

"It doesn't really go but this is the latest thing I was experimenting with." You said.

"It's really good. The chicken is so soft and juicy... And that herb taste under the crispy skin, it's very fragrant. I like the garlic sauce too, it is not too heavy." Yunho said as he chewed a bite.

"Mhmm, I agree." You hummed.

After Yunho quickly ate, you walked him to the door, not wanting to hold him back anymore.

"I'll speak to you soon. Or see you tomorrow." He smiled softly, looking down at you. You nodded, wrapping your arms around him to hug him goodbye. His arm slung around the upper back to hold you to him. You stroked the back of his head with how he was lowered.

"Thank you, Yunho. Have a good day at work." You tip toed to kiss his cheek. His pursed his lips shyly, his ears turning bright red at your affectionate gesture.

"Take care. If you need me, I'm a call away." He squeezed your hand. You nodded your head.

"Wait, Yunho." You held his hand as he was about to turn away.

"Umm... Uhh... I-" You rubbed the back of your neck, unsure of how to phrase your sentences. Why was it so hard for you to put your thoughts into words? Yunho placed a hand on your head.

"Let's talk after tonight, okay?" He patted your head. You nodded, pursing your lips.

"Make sure you get some rest." He kissed your forehead before smiling his usual, bright grin and leaving.

Closing the door, you leaned against it and let out a long sigh. You smothered your hands over your face as you thought about what just happened. Were you really ready for this? You would hate yourself if you had given such a nice guy like Yunho any false hope. Besides, the only thing holding the two of you back was your hesitation.

"Don't think about it." You hit your temple and went to the kitchen to begin cleaning up. You put all the leftover portions of food in containers and stuffed them into your fridge.

RINGGGGGG

"Hello?" You put your AirPod on to hear Seonghwa as you were doing the dishes.

"Seeing as to how you are awake and I can hear the water running, that means you're doing dishes. That also means you didn't sleep and were recipe cooking the whole night."

"Hwa... I know you know a lot about me, don't need to show off." You scoffed. You heard him laugh on the other end.

"You need to sleep, sweetheart. You'll need the energy for tonight."

"Ugh, I know, Hwa. Trust me, I have been trying for... god knows how many hours already." You sighed, leaning against the sink. You wondered if you should tell him that Yunho came over.

"Do you want me to come over?"

"No, it's fine. Stop worrying about me, you need to rest too. Plus, you know when I get ready for these things, it's usually a mess. I'll just see you tonight." You told him. Although he was reluctant, Seonghwa did hang up, making you promise to at least lay down.

'I am in bed.'

You took a picture of yourself lying on your pillow and sent it to Seonghwa. Putting your phone on the nightstand, you grabbed Yunnie and Yuyu to hug them.

Yunho looked at his phone, specifically, the chat with you. He wanted to text you and ask how you were but he didn't want to seem like he was being a worrywart and he didn't want to risk disturbing you.

"Usually (y/n) is out here. Even when she's not here, you're here in her place." Wooyoung chuckled, a cup of coffee in his hand.

"Just some quiet time away from the bustle." Yunho forced a smile.

"You don't have to explain yourself to me. It's okay." Wooyoung patted Yunho's shoulder. Yunho realised, this must be how it is with your friends, you never needed to justify what you did.

"You're worried about her, aren't you?" The shorter male raised an eyebrow. Yunho's cheeks reddened as he was caught.

"It's not my place to say anything since I don't know what she has told you... But all I can say is, don't worry. She'll be okay. She whines and complains but she's a tough cookie. Tomorrow, she will jump back into the kitchen and act like nothing happened." Wooyoung assured Yunho.

"Plus, Seonghwa hyung will be there with her. He won't let anything happen to her." He added. Yunho nodded grimly, a part of him was jealous, he wanted to be the one to protect you.

"I visited her this morning. She said she was okay but you know that feeling when you know she isn't." Yunho said.

"I know, it's frustrating to not know how to help." Wooyoung shrugged.

RINGGGGGGG

"Oh, speak of the devil. Hey, jagiya." Wooyoung took his phone out. Yunho perked up, his ears becoming sharp. There was only one person that Wooyoung calls 'jagiya'.

"Don't worry your little head over it... They're fine... Well, if you trust them enough to take over you and Hwa hyung, they must be good enough."

"He's... right beside me, actually." Wooyoung raised his eyebrows, cast a side glance to Yunho. Now, Yunho knew that you just asked about him. Yunho wanted to take the phone from Wooyoung's hand to speak to you.

"Okay, Jongho inside. Hang on." Leaving Yunho on the stoop, Wooyoung entered the kitchen, presumably to hand the phone to Jongho. You didn't want to speak to him?

"Yun, we need you." Mingi poked his head out to call his best friend. Yunho had to help man the cash register.

"You're really handsome." A customer complimented.

"Thank you." Yunho smiled kindly, receiving the customer's card and charging it with what she ordered. The girl tilted her head with expectation that Yunho would carry on the conversation.

"So, do you have a girlfriend?" She asked, shooting Yunho a flirtatious, sweet smile.

"Not yet, at least. Thank you and have a nice day. You can collect your drink at the end there." Yunho handed her back her card. With a warm, welcoming smile, Yunho beckoned the customer behind the girl. The girl's jaw dropped slightly at how Yunho just blatantly ignored her.

"Miss, are you okay?" Yunho asked, seeing that the girl was still standing there and not moving.

"Umm, excuse me." The customer behind her, who was trying to give Yunho his order, said. In the end, the girl pursed her lips in embarrassment and went to the counter to get her drink from San.

"I miss (y/n)." Mingi pouted. Yunho shot Mingi a glare, who was he to miss you?!

"I miss her too." San nodded in agreement.

"Okay, guys. Keep your feelings about (y/n) to yourself. I can see steam coming out of Yunho's ears." Yeosang chuckled. The two baristas just rolled their eyes.

"Not my fault he can't control his jealousy." San shrugged and continued making the drinks.

"What's there to be jealous about in the first place? (y/n)'s all of our friend." Mingi stated. Hongjoong, who came to grab a slice of cake, gave a thumbs up in agreement with Mingi's statement. Yunho scoffed and continued serving customers.

"I'll swap with you for a bit. Help make the drinks." Hongjoong told Yunho when San went for his short break. Yunho nodded and worked with Mingi, making the drinks for the customers.

"Collect your drink and we'll bring your pastry to you." Hongjoong said to the customer as Yeosang put the pastry in the toaster.

"Excuse me, who is that tall guy making coffee? He's so handsome." A lady chuckled.

"That is our boss, the owner of this place." Hongjong replied, keying in the lady's order and sorting the cash before returning the change back to her.

"Do you see that, jagi? All those women and he only has eyes for you." Wooyoung whispered, holding the phone up.

"Yes, I can see that, Woo. Did you really stay behind just to show me all this? You should have gone home with Jongho to rest for tonight."

"Of course, jagi. Got to keep an eye on your man even if you aren't here. Plus, we both know Jongho really didn't mind leaving without me." Wooyoung stated while rolling his eyes. You laughed, eating your creamy scrambled eggs, which you were suddenly craving after laying in bed for close to 3 hours.

"Firstly, Yunho isn't my man. Secondly, even if he was, I don't need you keeping an eye on him for me. I trust him. But he does look good when he is barista-ing."

"Say 'thank you, Wooyoung'." Wooyoung grinned. San, who was returning from his break, found Wooyoung at his spying spot.

"Oh, hey (y/n)." San waved, making Wooyoung jump and turn around. You smiled and waved back.

"Hi, San. Looks like you've been spotted, Wooyoung."

"(y/n)? Did you say (y/n)?" Yunho marched over, taking the phone from Wooyoung. You smiled softly, seeing Yunho's face take over the entire screen.

"Hi." Yunho grinned, holding the phone away from Wooyoung, who was desperately trying to snatch the device back from the giant.

"Hey there, Mr Boss. You're supposed to be working, don't abandon ship."

"But I want to talk to you. Plus, earlier, when Wooyoung told you I was next to him, you didn't even want to talk to me. All you wanted was to talk to Jongho." Yunho pouted, complaining to you like he was a 5 year old throwing a tantrum.

"Oh, you big baby. Don't whine, I just saw you this morning. But, I did ask to speak to you but I guess Wooyoung decided to tease you and act like I only wanted to speak to Jongho."

"I knew it." Yunho rolled his eyes but grinned at how well he knew you, you wouldn't pass up a chance to say hi to him.

"Boss man, I need my phone back. Call her on your own phone." Wooyoung said.

"Get back to work, Yunho. I have to go too, I've got to get ready soon. I'll talk to you tonight."

You sighed, looking up and checking the wall clock. Yunho nodded sadly, not wanting to say bye. Before you could exchange goodbyes, your doorbell rang.

"Bye." Yunho wished just as you hung up, presumably to greet whoever was at your door. Yunho handed Wooyoung his phone.

"Thank you." He said to Wooyoung and went back out to the front counter to help his friends. Even if it was brief, Yunho was glad to be able to speak to you. Wooyoung hummed with an adoring smile on his face and grabbed his bag to go back home to rest before having to come back for dinner service.

You greeted the make up artist and hair stylist at the door. They were the same ones that always came to help you get ready for big events like tonight. With big smiles, they gave you hugs.

"Usual, you can set up here in the living room. There's more breathing space." You told them.

"Don't worry about us. We're pros now." The make up artist winked at you. You patted her shoulder and went to get them some drinks.

"Help yourself to the snacks in the kitchen." You said.

"Woah, when did you have time to make these, princess?" The hair stylist asked, putting one of the mini balsamic mushroom tartlets in his mouth.

"Cooking and baking helps me take my mind off a nervous breakdown." You chuckled, sipping your coffee.

"Alright, we'll set up. You go take a shower, remember not to dry your hair." They ushered you towards your room. You nodded and went to take a shower to clean your skin and hair before it was going to be done up and styled.

"Ah, Seonghwa sshi!" You heard the team greet Seonghwa outside as you were drying your body and putting on your robe. There were knocks on your door.

"Come in." You replied. Seonghwa poked his head in, looking around until his eyes fell on you.

"Hi, sweetheart." He smiled and came in to hug you. He was in plain clothes, going to styled like you before wearing his suit.

"Did you sleep?" He asked, hand resting on your shoulder. You nodded your head and continued to hug him, cheek pressing against his chest.

"Don't fall asleep on me." He chuckled, making his chest rumble. You groaned and pulled away, grabbing your phone from the nightstand and walking out to the living room with him.

"Work on the princess first." Seonghwa said, gently nudging you forward with his shoulder. You rolled your eyes at him.

"Come on, girly. Let's get you started." The make up artist giggled, patting the seat for you. While the make up artist and hair stylist worked on you first, Seonghwa helped himself to your kitchen, fixing himself a drink and eating the random leftovers from your recipe testing last night.

"I'm going for the brighter look instead of smokey since your dress is already dark blue, matching the white part of the ombre towards the end of the dress." The make up artist said.

"Sounds good." You smiled, closing your eyes as she began to put some primer on your face.

"Hwa, are you riding with your parents tonight?" You asked. Seonghwa came over, munching on a sandwich he made himself.

"No, I'll ride with you. I think my hyung's coming in the car and the 3 of us will ride together, your parents are expecting us there too with my parents." He informed.

"Fine with me, if that means it's less time I am spending with them." You laughed.

"Your stepbrother isn't coming, right?" Seonghwa checked.

"Nope. That's why it was important for me to attend tonight since my precious stepbrother couldn't make it. You know, I'm always free while he's busy doing whatever it is." You said sarcastically.

"Let's just get tonight done and over with. Tomorrow, we'll return to the restaurant and get on with our lives. Plus, you can see Yunho tomorrow." He teased. You opened your eyes and kicked his thigh, shooting him a look.

You so wanted to correct him and tell him that you were seeing Yunho tonight but knew it wasn't the right time to mention it. Maybe after tonight.

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eustasskiddsprosthetic · 4 months

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So, I'm thinking of a Sabolaw actor AU!

For the longest time, Sabo's an amateur actor who does this as a hobby. He loves making short films and he loves writing, so this was an avenue of self-expression for him throughout his twenties.

One day in his late thirties, a casting director finds one short film of his and immediately hired him to be the lead of a chirpy adaptation of a YA thing.

Instant hit! People adored his good looks, his giggly laugh and bug eyes. His popularity skyrocketed and the hype sustained his career ten years later. He's just that smart when it comes to marketing!

So now, as a forty-something, he's the star of a quirky, eccentric adult film written by the enigmatic Corázon. He's interested in the script because a lot of people fancast him as the male lead and figured this would be a good project to appeal to public opinion.

This is where he meets Law, who has taken an instant dislike to him. Whatever, that happens.

Law's apparently Corázon's personal assistant but he acts more like a baby sitter. Law would light his cigarettes up for him, get coffee and even writes corrections for Corázon. They were apparently father and son and Sabo kind of envies their good relationship.

More than that, though, Sabo adores how sweet Law was towards the mute Corázon. He saw a lot of shy, reserved people—especially if they were minorities—get yelled at, berated and insulted regardless of rank. It could be straight up harassment or backhanded compliments to their achievements.

Law, in contrast, was doting, polite and even talks for Corázon, even if what he said was either "Thank you, Cora-san will think about it" or "Piss off." Sabo thought vulgarities sounded cute from his mouth.

Their first full conversation happens in a dressing room where Law was filling in for a makeup artist. Law was doing his makeup and Sabo leaned in so Law did not have to strain himself.

"You come here around, lovely?" Right, Sabo flirts with him a lot. He's kind of insane about it.

"No."

"Your words are cold but your hands are warm, darling."

Law sighed deeply. "Have you memorised your lines? You forgot them the last time."

"Oh..." Sabo did not like talking about work so casually. "Yes, yes, I have. Would you like me to recite one?"

"Sure."

Sabo did not mind that Law was ignoring him and that he was pretending to tidy up the makeup supplies. He recited a monologue, admittedly cringing slightly. He planned to negotiate a slight rewrite.

"What am I thinking of? What a silly question. I think of you when I don't think of anything in particular. I think about what you're doing now, how you're feeling, what you want to do when you come home to me. Even right now, I think of how I can love you better. I think of you all the time, even in my daydreams. You inspire me, my love."

Sabo noticed Law's ears go a little red but he kept a neutral face.

"Don't take this the wrong way but," Law paused to glance at the floor. "I'm glad you have the role. You're not the guy my dad had in mind but you fit it perfectly. Thank you for agreeing to do this."

Sabo laughed. Law was oddly sweet today.

They got a bit friendlier from that day onwards. They would talk occasionally about things that's not just work, even if Law seemed reluctant to. From the few bits of information Law gave, Sabo found himself falling for him more and more.

Law had a puppy. He liked black coffee, just like Sabo. He liked hardcore rock music, indie stuff with a splash of poppy-addictive Red Velvet music. He liked the colour yellow. He liked reading. Law wore the fluffiest, softest cardigan to work sometimes.

Law's stoic demeanor finally broke when Sabo let him infodump all about Sora the Warrior. Law speaks so enthusiastically even to someone he supposedly 'hates' and Sabo just melts. He could listen to Law talk all day. He would think of his sparkly eyes even in his daydreams. He could count the stars in them...

Today, Sabo was going to film the sex scene with his co-star and he made sure they would do it in at most five takes. She seemed willing enough and wanted to get it done in one. Admittedly, they did not get along in real life despite having chemistry on camera.

When they started filming, Sabo tried his best to be 'in love' as the script says. This was a moment where their relationship would deepen and it was admittedly the hottest moment in the film. It was fine if she hesitated, since she played a timid character. The director reminded him of this. Sabo got annoyed but he agreed to try again.

It got worse because they were both irritated. Gah! Just before Sabo wanted to take a break, he had a reckoning. He realised that her lips were pale... Sabo glanced up and saw Law pretending to look busy by tapping away at his laptop. They were pale, just like Law's. He closed his eyes and finally felt the passion he needed to make this work.

Even the director blushed at what he saw.

After the scene, Corázon taps Sabo on the shoulder without Law next to him. Sabo follows Corázon into a small, under-utilised office. He opened the window and smoked a cigarette. Here, he took his sunglasses off and Sabo sees that he's actually quite handsome with a large face, pale skin and dull blonde hair.

"Be careful, boy."

Where did that deep voice come from? Sabo was surprised to hear it come from Corázon himself.

"His heart is in pain," Corázon continued. He blew a puff of smoke out the window. "Treat him well."

"You can't cut me out of this project," Sabo reminded him lightly. Threats like this were unprofessional. "We have a contract."

Corázon smiled. He was cunning like Sabo and Sabo oscillated between liking and distrusting him.

"It's not about that. I know your type, and... Well... I'm a protective father, do you see?"

Oh, it's that kind of consequence. For the first time in his career, he stood some distance away and bowed deeply. Corázon did not expect that but he seemed to appreciate that.

Sabo knew cynicism when he saw it, however. Why won't these people just believe in him! He needed a fucking drink.

He went to the bar some distance away from the studio and wow! Holy fucking shit!

Law looked at him first. He changed out of his hoodie and now wore a black button shirt and jeans. Sabo knew he had game but damn, Law's so slim and fit and so damn sexy. Sabo ordered a drink and sat there. He stared at the wall, thinking of his work, what he had to do tomorrow, he quickly remembered his lines...

"Hey, handsome. You look like you have a lot on your mind." A slightly tipsy giggle.

Sabo looked up. Now, he thought of Law. Law had such a cute smile when he wasn't so irritable. Law sat on his lap without asking and of course Sabo let him. Law gave him fuck-me eyes and Sabo knew that was only because he was sort of drunk but Sabo just felt his heart squeeze and his dick harden.

If only Law were sober! Damn it! This would be so much better if Law wanted to seduce him. He wanted Law to look at him with those lustful eyes and mean it. Sabo laughed bitterly.

Law's legs were long and warm against his. Law held his face and tried to kiss Sabo but Sabo put his hands over Law's mouth. Law pouted and he was so fucking cute, Sabo would gladly kiss him just not like this. He tried to get Law off his lap.

"You're still the same dork I fell in love with twenty years ago." Sabo finally had enough. Law tilted his head to the side in confusion. Sabo remembered Law hated loud noises and would wear white noise-cancelling ear-plugs. Upon closer inspection, Sabo saw that it was the same pair too. Law kissed his ear and Sabo let him come closer.

"Fine, you win. I'm hopelessly smitten. I wonder, Law, I wonder where we'd be if you believed in my feelings towards you? If you listened to me that day..."

Also, did I mention that they were (very bitter) exes? Yeah, that's a thing that happened a long ago...

#sabolaw #revolutionary sabo #trafalgar water d law #trafalgar law #slawbo #yeah there's way too many ideas invested into this fic bro #yes i posted this yesterday but i want to repost it for algorithm #i have like specific scenes written out in my head like a crazy person lol

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slamdunk-headcanons · 3 months

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You sleep on his chest

I'm so glad that someone asked Akagi and Kogure headcanons because their definetly the most likely to be wonderful boyfriends and husbands. They deserve a lot of love! Thank you anon-chan who sent this wonderful ask. Part 2/3

Akagi Takenori

You are studying at his house.

Akagi is one of your best friends and he has a deep respect and admiration for you.

He's secretly in love with you but he thinks you're too much for him as he's a big guy who runs around the court with a orange ball in his big hand and you are a delicate angel with a deep personality, refined taste and a fascinating intelligence.

You've been studying really hard with his help because you want to get good grades to go to a good university (maybe try something abroad). But at the same time you have to deal with your house rotine, personal issues, and it's been particularly stressfull lately.

So you feel exausted.

It's close to 10'clock and Akagi notices your little head bumps and your heavy eyelids.

"We can stop for today, ___-san. You look pretty tired. I will take you h-"

"No Akagi, I'm fine", you answered rubbing your eyes with energy. "And I already asked you to stop using "-san" with me. It's weird. We're friends".

"So I'm going to make some coffee and black tea for us, ok?" "ok." "You can go watch something on the TV while I prepare everything" "Ok"

But as soon as you sit on the couch, it takes you just a few seconds to fall asleep. When Akagi notices the TV isn't on, he comes to see what's wrong and finds you asleep.

He calls you a few times, but you don't answer. So he sits beside you in the couch and calls you again. But you're sleeping deeply, so he starts to worry of what he would do. You sleeping at his house sounds so wrong (what would your parents think?), but he'll have to carry you all the way home ans this sounds WRONG TOO because he'll be touching you for SO LONG...

In your sleep, you start mumbling his name and he just FREEZES. You move, trying to find a more comfortable position and end up sliding down. As Akagi is at your side, you fall into his chest.

AKAGI IS ALMOST HAVING A HEART ATTACK AT THIS POINT

There's so much information going around Akagi's head that he just stay frozen. "I'm desonoring my promise to her parents and to HER that I'd never do something wrong with her AND HERE I AM TOUCHING HER LIKE THIS I'm an awlful person I'd never deserve her BUT I DON'T WANT TO WAKE HER UP she looks so tired and she's sleeping so peacefully..."

You wake up half an hour later still laying on Akagi's chest. You jump out of the couch when you realiuze you fell asleep ON AKAGI'S CHEST. He was there quiet, totally still, his hands on his legs, just serving as a support for you... As he always did in everthing.

"Oh my God, I'm SO SORRY, Akagi-kun! I was so careless and lazy to fall asleep during study, AND EVEN OVER YOU, I'M SO SOR-"

"____, you are tired! You fell asleep. That's normal. Now, I'll take you home. You have to rest or our studying will be useless. Your mind have to work well during the exams. Let's go"

He walks you home in a strange silence. You can't even dream that he can't stop thinking about you and your touch. He loooved to feel your heartbeat against his chest and the calm rythm of your breath.

Will he ever have the courage to say how he feels?

Kogure Kiminobu

You were invited to go to Shohoku's basketball team horror movie night at Ayako's house.

It's Friday, so your day at school was busy. You try to study for two hours after class as you are going to the movie night and could not study at home during the night. So you were tired and feeling sleepy.

You were not a big fan of horror movies because you always thought that everything looked so false that you never felt frighten watching them. But you find it kindda interesting

Kogure, your best friend who secretly loves you, notices you are sleepy during the movie. So, at the end, he offeres to pay a taxi for you because you both lived at the same street and it was far from Ayako's house.

Kogure helps you to get into the car. When you are both in, he tells the taxi driver your adress first. "You should rest more, ____-chan. You look really tired. Take this weekend to rest."

You nod, feeling your eyelids heavy. You barely process Kogure's words. The last thing you feel is your head falling to your left side...

Kogure is SHOOK. His whole face is a tomato.

HOW HE COULD EVER THOUGHT THAT HE WOULD END UP THAT NIGHT WITH HIS BEST FRIEND/CRUSH SLEEPING ON HIS CHEST???

He keeps his hands down while trying to calm his breathing, so the frenetic movement of his chest won't wake you up. So he foccus on your breathing and try to breathe in the same rythm.

When the taxi stops, he gently holds your shoulders and lift you up, putting you sitting straight on the car seat. You're so sleepy that you didn't even noticed you were sleeping in his chest.

Kogure pays the driver and asks him to wait. "I will walk her to the door".

When Kogure comes back, the taxi driver says gently: "You have a beautiful girlfriend." Kogure blushes again. "She's not my girlfriend". "Oh really?" he is sincerely surprised. "You two would make a good couple. Why don't you ask her out on a date?"

Kogure looks down sadly. "I don't want to lose her..."

#slam dunk #slam dunk headcanons #akagi takenori #akagi takenori headcanons #kogure kiminobu #kogure kiminobu headcanons #slam dunk anime #slam dunk manga #the first slam dunk #shohoku #shohoku4 #shohoku5 #akagi headcanons #kogure headcanons

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blacclotusss · 3 months

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Like the Light by Which God Made the World Before Light

I mainly want to talk about three main things that I gravitated towards in this episode: Claudia & Madeleine, Armand & the Coven, and The Trial.

Claudia & Madeleine

I didn't expect to be all for this companionship the way that I am, but this relationship is so sweet and as pure as it can get between a human and a vampire turned immortal love. I think their connection and their relationship represent what all these immortal relationships could be. They seem to understand one another and learned how to work with what the other was offering and I think that's the sweetest thing. I knew they would get along and probably form some sort of bond from their first interaction (absolutely loved Claudia in this scene and how she moved). I'm glad Claudia found someone who is all for her without their being any weird animosity, like with the coven, or feeling as if the most important person in her life is choosing everyone else but her. The description of the little scene of Claudia in daylight with her beautiful yellow dress being from Madeleine's mind was so, so beautiful and nearly moved me to tears. Finally, even if it was just a vision, we see Claudia happy and cheerful as she deserves to have been all her life. This woman has been through enough and it stinks that things end for her the way the way they do, at least in other versions of this story. I'm glad she was able to find a companion, even if it were just for a short period of time. Oh how I wish they would have stayed traveling the world...

Armand & The Coven

Let's start with Armand by himself and everything he has going on. Armand is a powerful, yet insecure guy that needs some structure in his life and will fall apart if he doesn't have it. My personal belief is that's the reason why he doesn't let that coven go not does he really get too physical with them, I mean he's got the whole mind thing going on so he doesn't really have to. But, as much as he is insecure and powerful, he's also manipulative. Manipulation is literally this man's day job and it was hilarious when he said "Are you asking me, Maitre?" when he and Louis was like "...okay girl we ain't doing this today." But, he knows how to work a crowd and a room, which we've seen with the dinner and in San Francisco and even in Dubai with the whole "you asked for it" thing. He likes to spin things like he's a DJ playing a set and even I had to come to the realization of just how bad he is. Again, he is a beautifully tragic individual (the third tragic beauty I have attached myself to) but that's a sneaky little thing.

Now, in regards to him and the coven, Armand was never going to fight that coven on matters regarding Claudia. Louis? Probably. But he has the same goal of getting Claudia out of the way that Louis' previous man did. Not only does he feels she's in the way of their relationship, but she is the living embodiment of a broken immortal law. I think he probably wanted her out from the moment he figured them out, which was day one. I was also trying to give him the benefit of the doubt, but there was absolutely no way he didn't hear them plotting. Maybe that's why he told Louis they should leave...O don't know! My question is if he will actually interfere with them, and I'm assuming, trying to kill Louis? Like, that's supposed to be his love, I'm hoping he does something. And, I need to know what Louis' reasoning was for staying with him after that, unless it's some more memory stuff. Did he know Lestat would be there? Also, cannot wait to see how Daniel will aid in unfolding all of this.

The Trial

This whole thing is really a damn headache and I hope every coven member gets burned down to a crisp, especially that bleach blonde heifer parading around like he's the best actor to walk the earth. I'm glad Armand AND Louis yoked him up! Buffoon! I always knew there was something with that man, he gave too many mysterious looks for me as if he was trying to pick them apart from the inside. He even goes on to try and get close to Claudia just to put her on trial for killing her abuser. Guillotine! Go meet you maker, thesp! And speaking of abuser...it's so funny how they bring Lestat into this whole thing when he's definitely a part of the problem. Aside from all of the nonsense and abuse he's put Louis and Claudia through, he also broke one of the rules by turning Claudia at 14 years old all because his miserable self couldn't bear to be alone or without Louis. Are they going to try and kill him, too? Or is he their God just like Armand once was? This is sarcasm if you didn't catch it. It's just...very questionable that they overlook everyone else's faults to get rid of her. And why is Madeleine on trial? That girl ain't do a thing to them people. Will they torture Armand as well by making him watch? I'm just rambling my thoughts at this moment, but I can't help but notice...something about the way these people move.

#interview with the vampire #amc interview with the vampire #vampterview #louis de pointe du lac #the vampire armand #the vampire claudia #lestat de lioncourt #daniel molloy

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asukaskerian · 4 months

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monthly word count - may

TOTAL: 3 026... :((((((((( this month has been BAD for my concentration. upside, i plotted out several things like cherry wine and also wasted idk how long making family trees for uchiha and senju. totally essential, glad you all agree. u_u;;;;

ok i also tried to come up with a quick svsss arranged marriage bingqiu and got so into "no but i need more setup for it, it makes no sense like this" and now it seems to be SQH crack with qijiu instead because *shen yuan hasn't been born yet* what the frick self.

POSTED : nothin.

IN PROGRESS -svsss cracky plot divergence (1 545 words) -bleach suburban ot4 (1 481 words)

-- svsss -- The truth wasn't that Airplane had hatched a master plan to sneak out from under his System's unforgiving yoke.

The truth was that he'd been buried in emergency inventory lists to his eyebrows for the last two weeks, and just that day had to deal with eight different customers who couldn't understand why heightened demon-human hostilities would mean their ancient viagra tea would be harder to procure, all because his shifu thought he could do with more asshole-handling practice. The last thing he needed was Shen newly-Qingqiu getting in his face about the wrong wood being used in his tranquility-promoting benches.

Who the fuck caaaaaaares bro shut the FUCK up we all know it's because the wood grain's not the right swirliness for your "artistic vision"!

So he lost his temper.

In true Shang Qinghua fashion he lost it in the privacy of his own mind and nowhere else. "Ah, shixiong, you understand, we're too understaffed to send a team! It would be months before an expedition could be justified."

"Why is that."

Airplane had created Shen Jiu to be a bitch, but sometimes he was still surprised at the depths of bitchiness he managed to plunder with a single eyebrow.

"Because I try not to feed more than five shidis a week to Colossal Orchid-Faced Ants when I can help it?"

The way Shen Quingqiu paused and gave him a considering look had Shang Qinghua freeze solid for a second. Fuck fuck shit abort--

"Shang-shidi's tongue seems in fine form today," Shen Qingqiu commented in a silky way that Airplane translated into 'ooh, a challenger to my bitchy crown'. "One would almost think he didn't find his mistake anything to complain about."

... Jjghbgffhhh.

-- bleach --

Karate chop: umm. Hi! I hope i'm not bothering you, Grimmjow-san? Karate chop: we found new kittens! Kazui insisted we show you. :) Karate chop sent a picture Karate chop: they're hanging out behind my father in law's house, haha Karate chop: wonder where they were born? Surely not too far from here. Karate chop: ohh, there's one more kitten! She must be shy, it's the first time i see her! Karate chop sent a picture Karate chop sent a picture Karate chop: i'll stop spamming you now. Have a good afternoon, Grimmjow-san! Me: no new cats Me: rat royale battle tho if youre into that You sent a picture Karate chop: ahahahah oh nooooo, their little fists! Karate chop: :D :D :'D You sent a picture Me: lil flower in between two bricks Karate chop: oh! That's a carnation! How did she get there? How pretty. Karate chop: Kazui found you a buttercup! Karate chop sent a picture Me: heh Karate chop: ~^_^~ Me: hey kurosaki Karate chop: yes? Me: the fuck happened to your house Karate chop: oh Karate chop: haha Karate chop: Nel-chan didn't tell you? :) Me: She did Me: The little you told her anyway Me: s'about the other day? Karate chop: aheh... yeah. Karate chop: ( ; ω ; ) Me: im bothering to tell you im sighing irl is how much im sighing abt this. wtf nerd glasses kurosaki Karate chop: ._. Karate chop: it's not a bad thing, really! The neighbors... Me: yeah i aint ever left a roof over my head over neighbors unless there was a knife fight involved. What else was in his moron cheeto head? Karate chop: aheheheh Karate chop: you don't mind if i talk to you about it? I don't want to bore you Me: i'm ASKING ABT IT do you want me to put up a sign too Me: give me the deets already woman Karate chop: :O grimmjow-san is a gossip!!!!!!!! GASP. Me: do i gotta pull out the emoticons

#teaser

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torahoes · 3 months

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(IDOLiSH7) Haruka Isumi - An Idol's Daily Life Rabbit Chat: Part 2 - Presents from fans

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Haruka Isumi: Takanashi-san, thanks for telling me about that app the other day

Haruka Isumi: It's super good

Haruka Isumi: !

Tsumugi Takanashi: Good work today! It's very easy to use, isn't it?

Haruka Isumi: Yeah, it gives a ton of advice based on calorie counts and nutritional balance

Haruka Isumi: I showed it to my grandma and she loved it too

Tsumugi Takanashi: I'm glad to hear that! It also suggests seasonal menus and keeps track of expiration dates, so I find it very useful

Tsumugi Takanashi: It's really satisfying when you can use up all the ingredients perfectly...!

Haruka Isumi: I totally get that! Yesterday, I managed to use up all the food in the fridge, and it felt amazing!

Haruka Isumi: It was like when you match blocks in a puzzle game and they all disappear lmao

Tsumugi Takanashi:

Haruka Isumi: I was also trying to figure out what to do with all those potatoes, so that app came in really handy!

Tsumugi Takanashi: Potatoes?

Haruka Isumi: Yeah, when my members and I did a farm harvest shoot, they gave us a bunch of potatoes

Tsumugi Takanashi:

1) What are you planning to make?

Haruka Isumi: I'm planning to make buttered potatoes. They're easy to make — you just have to boil them. Plus, I always end up buying them at food stalls. Touma loves them too; so much that he always searches for buttered potato stalls first lol

2) What dish are you good at making?

Haruka Isumi: Probably fluffy rolled omelets. Everyone who's tried them says they're delicious. Whenever I bring them in my lunchbox, Yotsuba always takes one lol. I'm also skilled at making rice balls. I've been making them with my grandma since I was little.

3) How was the potato harvest shoot?

Haruka Isumi: The potato Touma was trying to pull out was the only one that wasn't coming out easily for some reason. He exerted so much force that he stumbled backward. It turned out there were a ton of potatoes under there lol. We were all so amazed lmao

Tsumugi Takanashi: So you're in charge of dinner today!

Haruka Isumi: Yeah, 'cause I'm free from noon onward today. I want to get some chores done too while I'm at it.

Haruka Isumi: Like organizing the storage boxes in the closet to get out my summer clothes.

Haruka Isumi: Even though I said I'd do it, my grandma tries to do it all by herself

Tsumugi Takanashi: She probably wants you to take it easy and rest... > <

Haruka Isumi: She shouldn't worry about stuff like that. She has a bad back, so she should just leave it to me

Tsumugi Takanashi: You're truly kind, Isumi-san.

Haruka Isumi: Not really, isn't this is normal?

Haruka Isumi: Besides, I was already planning on organizing things because a shipment from the agency is arriving soon

Tsumugi Takanashi: Could it be fan letters?

Haruka Isumi: Yup, I always look forward to reading them

Haruka Isumi: Since the broadcast of "Welcome to the Kids Room," I've been getting sent a lot of T-kun merch too

Tsumugi Takanashi: The Gao Gao Saurus photo, right? You looked so happy showing T-kun to the camera! It was very memorable!

Tsumugi Takanashi:

Haruka Isumi: Wow

Haruka Isumi: Why do you remember that so well

Tsumugi Takanashi: It was very cute...! I understand why fans want to send you T-kun

Haruka Isumi: I'm not a kid, so I don't play with T-kun anymore, but when I think about how they chose it specially for me, it makes me want to cherish it

Haruka Isumi: The fans always put in a ton of thought for us

Haruka Isumi: The other day, during a variety show where we showed our personal items, Touma had a Haniwa keychain [1]

Haruka Isumi: Now he's been getting sent a lot of Haniwa goods from fans

Tsumugi Takanashi: Does Inumaru-san like Haniwa?

Haruka Isumi: No, he just picked up the keychain from a game center on a whim one day on his way back home because he thought its face looked funny when he saw it

Haruka Isumi: He didn't even really talk about it; it was shown just for a split second, but apparently many fans still noticed it

Tsumugi Takanashi: That's amazing...!

Tsumugi Takanashi: So does that mean Inumaru-san's house is currently filled with Haniwa?

Haruka Isumi: They're all lined up in his entrance lmaooo

Haruka Isumi: When I visited him recently, there were some that moved in response to sound, and it seriously freaked me out!

Tsumugi Takanashi: Ah, those toys! The ones that mimic sounds while dancing, right?

Haruka Isumi: Yeah, those!!!

Haruka Isumi: When I said "excuse me," one started moving, then they all started moving in reaction lmaooo

Tsumugi Takanashi: That must have been really surprising...!

Haruka Isumi: I tried to turn them off in a hurry, but they fell over like dominoes lmao

Tsumugi Takanashi:

Haruka Isumi: Touma sucks at tidying up. He should organize his stuff a bit more

Haruka Isumi: Though I'm not really one to say

Tsumugi Takanashi: It must be tough with everything piling up like that > < The IDOLiSH7 members also have their own storage tricks...!

Haruka Isumi: I need to figure something out too

Haruka Isumi: Even when I try to organize my old toys, I can't bring myself to throw them away

Tsumugi Takanashi: I understand, it's hard to part with things you have an attachment to...!

Tsumugi Takanashi: When I was little, I named all my stuffed animals, so it was even harder to say goodbye to them > <

Haruka Isumi: What names did you give them?

Tsumugi Takanashi: Usa-chan, Nyan-chan, and Poko-chan!

Haruka Isumi: Hold on

Haruka Isumi: I get the rabbit and the cat, but what is Poko-chan?

Tsumugi Takanashi: A raccoon dog!

Haruka Isumi: Oh, because of "Pom Poko" [2]

Tsumugi Takanashi:

End of Part 2.

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[1] Haniwa: Simple, terracotta clay figures shaped like humans, animals, and objects. They were made in ancient Japan, typically during the Kofun period.

[2] Pom Poko: A Studio Ghibli animated film from 1994 featuring tanuki (Japanese raccoon dogs).

#idolish7 translation #zool #idolish7 #ainana #i7 #id7 #rabbitchat #rabbit chat #isumi haruka #haruka isumi #i7 translation

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(3/6) Jinguji Ren's Private Story [Utapri Live Emotion]

Ch 1: (unlocked if you reached intimacy lvl 6 with Ren)

-Restaurant- Ren: Now then, what should I eat… Lady, how about you? Haruka: O-Oh, I'm okay with anything. Ren: You don't have to hold yourself back. Besides I'm the one who invited you to a meal. Ren: It's kinda tasteless to have a meal alone on my day off, so I'm happy that you come here with me. Haruka: I mean I'm also on my day off too, so hearing you invited me out also made me happy. It's just that, I'm a bit nervous since we're in such an amazing place here. Ren: Don't worry, this is actually one of my acquiantance's place. Here, look at the menu… there's a lot of familiar dishes here, right? Haruka: You're right. There are also pizza and pasta… either of them looks delicious I don't know which one to order… Ren: If you're confused, then shall I gave out my recommendation? Haruka: Really? Then please do! Ren: Well then, it's decided. Owner, mine is as usual while she's- Haruka: (As expected of Jinguji-san, the way he's ordering a menu is also smart. This man definitely suits the atmosphere of this wonderful restaurant) Ren: …And done. The Italian food here is authentic you see and I like how everything they made tastes close to the real thing. Haruka: Wah, I'm looking forward to it…! Jinguji-san is all known when it comes to overseas countries huh. Ren: I often go there when it comes to work or travel after all. I've also known someone who's knowledgeable about Italy too, and I've been there many times since I was a child. Ren: Oh, you see those pictures that they hang onto the wall? I've had a lot of memories of that place.

Ch 2: (unlocked if you reached intimacy lvl 11 with Ren)

-Restaurant- Haruka: That picture, which part of Italy was that from? Ren: Naples. It's a tourist city in the southern Italy with beautiful scenery and many historical buildings. Ren: The people who live there are all jolly and cheerful. And they are also honest and straightforward in their love. Ren: Couples will engage in passionate kisses even during the daytime. Regardless of whether people are watching them or not. Haruka: Even when people are watching them…! Ren: Oops, is that a little too much for you, Lady? But I think that being able to honestly express your love is a good thing. Ren: It's not only just between couples, whether it's friends or family… They don't hesitate to call the person that they love "Amore". Ren: Amore… I love you, Lady. Haruka: J-Jinguji-san…!? Ren: And well, that's how it is. I was doing an Italian greeting just now. Haruka: (That surprised me… To think that's the usual greeting they used… I thought my heart was going to jump out of my chest…) - Haruka: Jinguji-san's recommendation are all delicious! Ren: I'm glad to hear that. Spending time with Lady is fun, and I find myself eating more naturally. Since we're here, I think I'll order some more. Ren: Owner, I'd like another one just like this. And also risotto, prosciutto crudo, dolce, and gelato. Haruka: (Eh, you're going to order that many…!?)

Ch 3: (unlocked if you reached intimacy lvl 21 with Ren)

-Downtown- Haruka: I'm sorry to make you pay for me today. But still, I'm surprised. Jinguji-san, you really do eat a lot, don't you? Ren: Ah, my friends also said the same thing as well. …Is it that surprising? (choices) <You have a nice figure…!> Haruka: Jinguji-san have a very nice figure, so…! Ren: Thanks. I'm happy to hear your compliment, Lady. Ren: Of course I'm being careful before my photoshoot, but generally, I usually eat at my own leisure. <I think it's quite nice> Haruka: I think it's quite nice that you eat a lot. The owner is happy as well. Ren: Thanks. Lady really pays a lot of attention to the people around her, doesn't she? Ren: I'm just eating freely, but if Lady says so, then maybe it could be one of my strong points. (back to story) Ren: I like delicious food, so maybe that's why I ended up eating a lot of it. Haruka: Fufu, just watching you eat bring a smile to my face. Ren: …I feel like I could eat as much as I want, as long as I can see those expression on your face. Ren: Can I invite you to go out for a meal again? I know a few of other good restaurants. Ren: Ah but, it doesn't have to be just eating out, going somewhere for fun would be nice too. For the destination…how about Italy? Haruka: Italy!? T-That's… Ren: Haha, I guess I was a bit too hasty. Let's start with a nearby place first, I'll invite you again on our next holidays. Haruka: Thank you! I'll be looking forward to it. Ren: When there's a promise in the future, it makes your heart skip a beat, isn't it. It also makes me more motivated to do my work. Ren: Thank you for giving me strength, Lady. Let's do our best again starting tomorrow.

Ch 4: (unlocked if you reached intimacy lvl 31 with Ren)

Ch 5: (unlocked if you reached intimacy lvl 41 with Ren)

Ch 6: (unlocked if you reached intimacy lvl 51 with Ren)

#utapri #live emotion #Jinguji Ren #it'll be one chapter for now #i'll be updating this as soon as i unlock another chapter #please correct me if my wording somehow not understandable as im not that fluent on both jp/en

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kpop---scenarios · 5 months

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Lost & Found (4)

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

“Daddy!” Jaehyun screams, running into Baekhyun's arms. Everyday, no matter where you were or who was home first, Baekhyun was the one that Jaehyun was the most excited to see. It made you sad that you needed to leave this house, this life that you had built but Jaehyun was your first priority and you would do anything you needed to keep him safe.

“How was your day buddy?” Baekhyun asks Jaehyun as the three of you walk into the house.

“I had so much fun!” He says. Baekhyun puts him down as you set down your purse.

“Jae, why don't you go play in your room?” You half smile at him. He runs off to his room without a thought.

“What's up?” Baekhyun asks you. “Somethings wrong.”

“San.. he um showed up at the daycare. He tried to take Jaehyun but he wasn't on the list. He told Jae to tell me he'll see me soon. We need to leave.” You sniffle. You could feel the tears pooling in your eyes as Baekhyun looks at you. “I would never ask you to leave your life here but I love you and I want you to be with us, but I don't think we have a choice.” You whisper. You're shaking, trying to figure out what the fuck you're going to do.

“Baby.” Baekhyun starts. “You always have a choice but I'd hope by now you'd realize I'm in it for the long haul. You wanna stay and fight him, I've got your back. If you wanna pack the house up tonight and go somewhere far away I'm in. Whatever makes you feel safest I'm down.” He smiles. Baekhyun holds onto your hands as he looks into your eyes. You want to run, but would that really solve anything?

That night as you tossed and turned in your bed, you had finally made your decision.

You were going to stay put for now, but you didn't want to let San intimidate you anymore. You were stronger than you were when you were with him and you'd never let him get his hands on your son. Unfortunately for you, you severely underestimated the lengths he was willing to go too.

The next day, you were prepared for San to pull something, but nothing came. You went to work, Jaehyun went to daycare and the day went on without a hitch. The next day was the exact same. Your anxiety never calmed, because you knew San and you knew what he was capable of. Which was anything. The next day, Wednesday, the day went by as it usually did, until your phone began to ring. You checked the caller ID and there was the daycare calling. Your stomach sank. Your hand shook as you answered, whispering the hello.

“Hi Y/N.” She says. “I don't mean to worry you, but Jaehyun had a little fall this afternoon. He's okay, he was checked out by the nurse and no concussion or anything like that. But he does have a pretty nasty goose egg on his forehead. I'm so sorry.”

The sigh of relief you let out was unreal. Of course you were upset your child was hurt, but you were just glad it had nothing to do with San.

“Thank you for letting me know. Is he okay? Should I grab him now?” you ask.

“It's up to you, he's okay, he has been asking for you though.” She answers.

“I'll come pick him up. Thank you for the call. See you soon.” You say, hanging up the phone before gathering your belongings. You quickly explain the situation to your boss and she of course has no issues with you leaving. You drove to the daycare and Jaehyun immediately ran into your arms, breaking down into tears.

“Oh my baby.” You coo. “should we go get some ice cream to help you feel better?” You ask. Jaehyun backs away from you, a giant smile on his face as he nods his head. You grab his hand and walk out to the car with your son.

A little bit later you're sitting on the bench, eating your ice cream as Jaehyun plays at the park. You're on the phone with Baekhyun while Jaehyun runs around the playground, and you're explaining to Baekhyun what happened to Jaehyun today, when your stomach drops. You see San walking up to Jaehyun on the other side of the swings.

“San is here, I gotta go.” You yell, hanging up the phone, dropping your ice cream and running to your son.

“Jaehyun, baby, let's go.” You say, picking him up. You glare at San as you turn to walk away and to your surprise San doesn't say anything or call after you. When you got home, Baekhyun was already standing on the driveway at home, waiting for the two of you. He quickly picks up Jaehyun, kissing his face all over, giving him all the sympathy for his head. You walk into the house listening to the giggling coming from your two favorite guys in the entire world. You had an early dinner and spent some time playing outside in the backyard until it was time to get ready for bed.

In the morning, the three of you woke up and Jaehyun would not leave your side. He wouldn't let you go to the bathroom on your own, get dressed, make breakfast. He cried at your feet when you talked to Baekhyun about work. You hated seeing him like this, so for today only, you called out of work so the two of you could have a mommy and son day. You both gave a kiss and a hug to Baekhyun, waving to him as he left for work and as the two of you were going to watch some cartoons, there's a few rapid knocks at the door. You keep Jaehyun in your arms as you answer the door.

“Good morning, my name is Jennie and I'm from Child Protective Services.” The lady says. Your eyes go wide.

“Excuse me?” You say. You're baffled, why the fuck would CPS be at your front door?

“We received a phone call from a concerned citizen yesterday about your son.” She says, motioning to Jaehyun. “We take these calls very seriously and have choice but to conduct an interview and do a home visit.”

“What did this concerned citizen say?” You ask. You already fucking knew who it was. You knew who was low enough to do this to you.

“Come on in, take a look around. I've got nothing to hide.” You say.

Jennie and two others walk into your home and begin searching around. She asks you a few questions about your home life, and then asks about Jaehyun's head.

“He fell at daycare yesterday.” You sigh. “They were playing outside, he tripped and fell, and hit his head on the edge of the slide.”

“So this wasn't you?” She asks.

You scoff. “Of course not. I would never hurt my son.”

She nods her head, writing in her book again.

“Well, I honestly don't see anything wrong here, there's no evidence of abuse or neglect here. I will have to confirm with the daycare about his head and it is standard protocol that there will be another surprise visit in the next month or so.” she explains.

“Of course. We've got nothing to hide here.” You smile.

“From the moment I walked in here I knew this was a bogus call. He sounded very angry on the phone and as you know, we have to make sure regardless.” she tells you.

“I completely understand. I appreciate your concern for my son but he is very very loved here.” You smile.

“You all have a great day and I'm very sorry about this.” She says as she and the two other men leave your house. You were going to fucking kill San.

You put Jaehyun down, and grab your phone to call Baekhyun.

“Hey babe.” He says, after the first ring.

“You'll never guess who was just fucking here.” You yell.

“San?” Baekhyun asks, you can feel his anger through the door.

“CP fucking S.”

“What the hell was CPS doing there?” He asks.

“They got a call from an anonymous citizen. Anonymous my fucking ass. I know it was him.”

“Who else could it have been?” He sighs. “What are you going to do?”

“I'm going to talk to him. Me and him, one on one. I'm going to take Jae to daycare and I'll pick him up a bit. Don't worry. I'll call you later. I love you.” You say, hanging up the phone.

“Come on buddy, let's go. Mommy has to talk to someone today.”

A little while later you're driving away from the daycare still fuming as you think about what San had done. That was one of the lowest things that man could have ever done. You drove and drove until you needed gas, and then you realized you had no idea where he lived. You didn't know where he worked, you honestly knew nothing about him right now. You pulled over into a gas station and went inside to pay for your gas and grab a drink. On your way out, you're staring at your car and it looks..funny. Slanted almost. As you get closer you realize that not one, not two but three of your tires are slashed.

“Are you fucking kidding me!?” You scream. If someone was in front of you, you would have beat the shit out of them.

“Hey! Y/N? Are you okay?” You hear from behind you. You turn around, and lucky for you, none other than San stands there, looking..worried.

“Did you fucking do this?” You spit, pointing to your car.

“What?” He asks, looking down to where you were pointing. “Your tires? No? Come on, Y/N you really think I would?’

“Yeah I really fucking do.” You snap. “Why the hell are you here?”

“I'm getting gas? It's a gas station.” He chuckles.

He wasn't wrong.

“Whatever. I need to call a tow truck.” You murmur, grabbing your phone. Before you can dial your phone begins to ring, a number you didn't recognize.

“Hello?” You answer.

“Is this L/N Y/N?”

“Yes?”

“This is doctor Kim from the hospital, we have a Mr. Byun Baekhyun here. He was in a very serious car accident and we need you to get here as soon as possible. He needs surgery but his emergency contact needs to sign.” He explains. Panic sets in. Your tires, you couldn't get there.

“A car crash? Surgery?” You cry. “I'll be right there.” You say, hanging up and trying to figure out the fastest way there. You glance at the time, 4:00pm. Your friends were all still at work, who could you call?

“Is everything okay?” San asks.

“Baekhyun was in an accident. I need to get to the hospital.” You say, tears welling in your eyes.

“I'll take you.” San offers. He puts his hands up as if to surrender. “I swear I'll drop you off at the front entrance and that's it.”

You hated that you didn't have a faster choice. You reluctantly agreed, following him to his car. You climb in, twiddling your thumbs as he pulls out of the gas station. You really hoped Baekhyun was okay.

BAEKHYUN POV

He sat in his car, thumbs tapping on the steering wheel as he sang along to his favorite songs on the radio. He glanced at the clock and groaned. 6:00pm, he hated when he was late going home, seeing you and Jaehyun was the best part of his day everyday.

His phone ringing startled him, until he realized it was you calling him.

“Hi baby.” He answers, smiling at just the thought of you.

“I can't do this anymore, Baekhyun.” You say. He frowns.

“Do what, love?” He asks.

“This. Us. I don't want to be with you anymore.”

“Y/N..” he starts.

“Don't.” You stop him. “I don't love you. I want to be with San. He's Jaehyun's dad and I want to be a family. A real family. He deserves to have his real parents raise him.”

“Y/N.” He says. “I am his dad. What are you talking about? Where is this coming from?”

“Stop it. You're not. You never will be. We're done. Don't contact me ever again.” You say, hanging up the call.

Baekhyun sits there, stuck in traffic, wondering what the fuck is going on. Just as he was about to try and call you, his phone rings.

“Y/N?” He answers.

“Hi, Mr. Byun. This is Renee from the daycare. It's been a little over an hour since we closed and Y/N still hasn't picked up Jaehyun and we can't get a hold of her..”

What the fuck was going on?

#Exowritersnet #whippedkpopcreators #exo fanfiction #byun baekhyun #baekhyun #exo #san #choi san #ateez #ateez fanfic #angst #kpop fanfic #kpop writing #kpop scenarios #kpop imagines #kpop icons #exo scenarios #ateez scenarios

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fishyishy · 2 months

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A3! Event Translation - memory of toys (9/11)

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Tenma: So things turned out as usual in the end.

Yuki: We thought about it a lot, but in the end when thinking about what things we're the best at what things appeal to people the most......

Yuki: The conclusion was that we should just do a play.

Homare: This is wonderful. I am happy to be a part of this. You don't often get the chance to become a toy.

Sakyo: The play will be recorded here and released as promotional videos later.

Yuki: Yup. It'll be distributed on both the toy store and MANKAI Company's official websites.

Yuki: Because of that, as MANKAI Company, we'll have to do our best to make this successful.

Sakuya: Don't worry. Everyone supports MANKAI Company because acting is something we all love.

Citron: That is right. We will grab everyone's hearts!

Yuki: Yup.

Yuki: Alright, just for today, let's all become really cute toys!

Everyone: Yeah-!

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MooMo: "Huh....this place is.......?"

Michelle: "Kevin, open the toy box!"

Kevin: "Ookaay, Michelle. I'm opening it now. Here we go!"

MooMo: !

Michelle: "Thanks! .....Ara! It looks like someone new has arrived."

Kevin: "Yo, nice to meet you!"

MooMo: ".....! Wa, Waaaaaaaa!"

Kevin: "Ahh, what's wrong? Don't run away!"

MooMo: "Hrrrngh!?"

Andy: "Oops. Are you good?"

MooMo: "Waaawaaawaaaa...."

Andy: "I've never seen you around here before. Are you new? Wait, are you okay? You're probably not used to being here yet."

Landon: "That's right, why don't we all have a welcome party for him? Come all and hear me sing"

MooMo: "Uuuuuuu, uuuuuu.....uuu!"

Andy: "Wh-where are you going!"

MooMo: "Waaaah!"

Wilfred: Are you okay? You fell down, here, give me your hand"

MooMo: "........Wa-wait"

Wilfred: "......hmm?"

Wilfred: "Oya, that's a major injury"

MooMo: "Ack!!!"

Michelle: "Are you hurt?"

Kevin: "Your arm...... it looks like it really hurts"

MooMo: "Aaaaaa......Uuuuuuu...."

Andy: "Don't be so scared. Just what happened?"

MooMo: "UUuuuuuuu......uuuuuuuu, Uwaaaaaaaaaaan.....!"

MooMo: "I, I......I was abandoned!"

Landon: "Abandoned? By your previous owner?"

MooMo: "That's right.....the other day, I fell off a table and my arm broke like this"

MooMo: "I'm sure I'll be thrown out and a new toy will replace me. Hrngh, hic.... hic..."

MooMo: "We promised to be together forever, though"

Kevin: "! I see, so I misunderstood. Cow-san is actually a patient!"

MooMo: "Cow-san.....?"

Michelle: "Our owner, the owner of this house, is a very good toy doctor!"

Michelle: "I'm sure your owner just cared about your health and left you here so your injury could heal"

MooMo: "My injuries, to heal.......I was abandoned though, wasn't I?"

Wilfred: "That's a misunderstanding. I'm sure you are very treasured"

Wilfred: "I think you were sent here because they loved you so much, and they're enduring the loneliness without you"

Michelle: "You are so very loved"

MooMo: "Loved...."

MooMo: "Is that so.......Waaaaa, I'm so glad"

MooMo: "Aaaaaahhhh, b-but"

Landon: "What's wrong? You're shaking like that again"

MooMo: "A surgery to heal my injuries.....is it scary?"

Kevin: "Haha, that's what it was? Please don't worry."

Michelle: "Don't worry, we'll all be by your side"

Landon: "I shall sing a song to cheer you up!"

Andy: "I'll let you ride on my back. No flying though!"

Wilfred: "Your arm will heal quickly. I'm sure your owner will be overjoyed"

MooMo: "Yeah.......thank you......!"

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*casting is

Michelle: Yuki, MooMo: Citron, Kevin: Sakuya Landon: Homare, Andy: Tenma, Wilfred: Sakyo

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Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x You (OFC)

Warnings: Swearing, Smut (MDNI 18+ Only), Angst with a Happy Ending, Stalking, P in V, oral (female and male receiving), Semi-public sex, light spanking,

Word Count: 2.5k

Summary: The jackass you wrote off last night seeks you out for an apology. At least you get a baseball game out of it.

Masterlist

Chapter 1

Chapter 2: I'm just here for the baseball.

You're coming back from your morning run, endorphins pumping through your body, when a text notification from an unknown number flashes across the screen of your phone.

Unknown Number: Hey, it's Jake the Jackass from the bar last night. Just wanted to apologize again and thank you for the apparently needed ego check.

You: Glad I could provide some much needed grounding. How did you get my number?

Unknown Number: Lydia ended up back here with Rooster last night. I asked her when she briefly emerged from their sex den.

You: Ahh sweet traitorous Lydia. Anyway, I accept the apology. Bye and have a nice life.

Unknown Number: That's abrupt, lol. Let me try to redeem myself at least. I've got two home plate tickets to the Padres game today. Interested in joining me?

You consider the offer, a free ticket to a game and something to do this afternoon. In an unusual fit of impulse you grab your phone and reply.

You: Sure, why not. I'll meet you at the entrance opposite the convention center at 12:30.

Unknown Number: Sounds great, it's a date. See you then.

You: It's not a date, it's amends. Especially if I buy the beer.

You don't receive a response. you save his number in your phone as Jackass, Jake in the last name first format.

Jake the Jackass has such a nice alliteration to it. Looking at the clock you've got just enough time to clean up, shove some food down your gullet, and catch the ferry from Coronado Island over to the stadium.

It's a beautiful day that happens more often than not in San Diego when you get off the ferry and walk towards Petco Park. You can see Jake waiting from a distance, he's easy to pick out with the ramrod military posture, sun lightened blond hair waving gently in the wind, and those ubiquitous aviator sunglasses. Are they contractually required to wear them all the time?

You're about 50 feet away when he spots you and you can see the smile bloom in his face in recognition as you approach. He opens his arms for a hug and to your own surprise you reciprocate the gesture. The warmth of his hand seeps through the light cotton sundress you chose for today and almost sears where your bare skin meets his. With the sensible sandals you're wearing he's almost a foot taller than you and you feel very small, yet safe in his arms. Again you get the woodsy smell of his aftershave and think how nice he smells. He pulls back and says,

"I wasn't sure you were going to come. Thought you might want to finish grinding my ego into the ground."

You laugh and reply,

"I keep my word. Besides I figure anyone who's enough of a glutton for punishment to try again is probably worth a second chance. That and a tiny soft spot in my heart that decided at least I get out to a Padres game. It's hard to find someone to go with sometimes."

You start walking towards the turnstile to enter the stadium.

"Lydia and Beth, not big sports fans?" He asks.

"Hardly, the funny thing is that I work with a whole lot of dudes who love baseball, but I just can't imagine spending time with them outside of work without them getting the wrong idea."

"What idea would that be?" He asks waggling his eyebrows.

You point at him,

"That one. For some reason I can't just hang out with a guy from work without them thinking it's more than just someone to hang with and watch some baseball. They try to make it more and it gets real awkward at work when I don't reciprocate. I dated one guy from work and it got pretty serious before it went down in spectacular flames."

You make explosion gestures with your hands.

"Ended up leaving that job, it got so bad, but that led me to your job at Lockheed Martin so it works out in the end."

You take a deep breath, you usually don't reveal that much personal info so early. You know you have trust issues. Jake's brows have furrowed into what you read as anger when thinking about some long ago asshole. For some reason the thought of him wanting to kick some guys ass for you makes you feel fuzzy, then you can feel your feminist brain sigh in disappointment. Sensing the mood has shifted too far towards serious, you laugh your nervous laugh, and point over to the concession stand and ask,

"You got drinks last night so it's your turn. What do you want?"

Jake surprisingly goes along easily with your offer and says,

"Stone Hazy IPA."

Most guys seem affronted that you want to pay your fair share for a date, another ex had called it emasculating when you bought dinner or drinks and for the fact that you made more money than him. You pick a lighter lager from Ballast Point along with a bottle of water.

You've settled into your seats, drinks in tow just as the pregame announcements start. The national anthem plays and you see just how ingrained military habits can be when Jake rises automatically to that perfect posture and removes his sunglasses and raises his hand over his heart and sings surprisingly well along with the music. His voice is mellow and deep and just a charming amount off key in a couple places of the song. An image of you lying your head on his naked chest and feeling that voice reverberate flashes through your brain. Quickly, you shake it away to applaud the end of the anthem and the first pitch.

"These seats are great," you offer to keep the conversation going. You're just far enough down the third base line that we've got a good view of the batter, but still close enough to action that we can hear the catcher trash talking the batters.

"How'd you score these?"

"One of my buddies has season tickets, but got called out to a new assignment and knew I was going to be in the area so he gifted me the rest of the season since he can't use them."

"Nice friend, if you've got these seats all season, I might be more likely to hang out with you again."

"Aha, so the way into the Ice Queen's heart is through baseball, who knew?"

"I've got a few passions in life, you just have to dig a little deeper to get to know them. So, I've got a question, how are you so well acquainted with Frozen? You’re not exactly the market demographic for Frozen. Are you a secret super fan of Disney?"

He laughs,

"Not a secret super fan of Disney, although the Lion King did break my little 10 year old heart. First time I cried at a movie. I've got two nieces who are eight and five. Right in that target demographic. I babysit them occasionally when I'm back in Texas."

"So what does the Seresin family situation look like?" you ask.

"Painfully middle class white, my parents have been married since the beginning of time, met in college. Had my brother pretty early, and a few years later I came along. Dad was a doctor, my older brother is too. Mom had a Physics degree from UT but never had a chance to use it as she stayed home with us and didn't work. Grew up in Austin as the all American family."

"Wow, high achieving family. Imagine being the disappointment as a fighter pilot."

"Who says I'm the disappointment? Mike is just a doctor." He says in mock offense.

"What does the…I don't even know your last name. I just saved you as Elsa Ice in my phone."

You give him a mock glare, "Matthews, so you can correct that now. To be fair I saved you as Jake Jackass in my phone. We'll see how the day goes to see if you upgrade that status. The Matthews family is also painfully bland and white. My Dad retired from the Navy after his service in Vietnam, came back to Michigan and met my mom at a house party at Michigan State. Dad's an automotive engineer and Mom taught high school math for many years. Grew up in a Lansing suburb. I'm the oldest, I have a sister who's 3 years younger than me. She's a tattoo artist in Chicago."

"That's at least a little bit interesting, do you have any of her work on you?"

A mischievous smirk creeps onto your lips as you respond,

"Yeah, I've got a few pieces of hers on me. She's the only one I'd ever let tattoo me. I'd show you, but that would probably earn me a public indecency ticket."

You slyly wink at the last sentence and enjoy the way Jake slightly chokes on his beer as the thought registers.

After a slight coughing fit, Jake regains his smooth demeanor. "As you informed me last night you've got a PhD in aerospace engineering from Stanford, did you go to Michigan State for undergrad?"

"Nope, love my family dearly but I needed some distance so I went to Notre Dame. "

He laughs and you can see those charming laugh lines peeking out from the sides of his aviators. "I get that, I've got some family legacy in the Air Force and wanted to earn my place on my own merits, not on my last name."

"You go to the Naval Academy then?"

He nods in the affirmative,

"That must have been anarchy when you made that choice."

He chuckles at the memory,

"Nearly gave my grandfather a heart attack and almost got my ass beat by uncles and cousins. But I kind of enjoy being the black sheep."

"Yeah, my dad blew a gasket when I got into Notre Dame. He thought he was going to have to pay for it all, private out-of-state tuition made his mind melt, but luckily I got an athletic scholarship that covered most of it."

"What sport?"

Before you can reply there is a high foul ball headed towards your seats. You're seated closer to home plate than Jake and you instinctively stretch your arms up to try and catch the ball. It's coming closer and you can see that it's going to sail over your head. You, for the millionth time, curse your shortness. Suddenly you feel strong hands on your waist and you're being propelled up high enough to catch the ball. You catch the ball with a satisfying thud and whip your head around to see how you're presumably flying in the air. Jake is holding you as high as he can above his head with his long arms. His muscles are rippling but not trembling, the thought of how he could hold you up easily while fucking you against a wall flashes through your brain and a flush of heat rolls down your body and straight to your pussy. You almost drop the ball at the thought as he returns you to the ground.

"I didn't expect that, the foul ball or the complimentary flight."

He shrugs,

"It was all you, I just gave you the boost."

"Well, thank you. I've never caught a ball at a game. This is going to be an excellent addition to my desk on Monday, it'll inspire so much jealousy among my coworkers."

The game continues on at the easy pace of baseball, plenty of time to talk but not miss the action. The Padres are playing the Milwaukee Brewers so it gives you a chance to talk about your mom's roots in Wisconsin and the family legacy of cheese making.

"So, you’re telling me that you’re the first person in five generations of your mom's family not to work in a cheese factory. That is so Wisconsin it hurts." He can't stop laughing maniacally at the thought. you give him a mock punch on the arm as you roll your eyes. "I might be changing your name in my phone to Elsa Cheese Queen." He is laughing so hard that he takes his aviators off to wipe at his eyes.

"Oh my god, you’re turning into a lobster. Did you put any sunscreen on today?"

"No, thought didn't occur to me."

"What is it about guys and sunscreen? Nobody remembers, here I've got some in my purse."

You pull out a small tube of sunscreen and pull his hand over to squeeze some on his fingers. He attempts to slather it on his face leaving a few big globs along his jawline.

"Here, let me help you with that."

You reach out and blend the sunscreen along his jawline, your fingers graze over a hint of stubble. Your apparently overactive and very horny brain sends the thought of feeling that stubble tracing up your thighs. You let the thought linger and quickly hand the tube to Jake and stutter out,

"Now do me."

You mentally cringe at the innuendo, "My back," you quickly amend and turn in your seat to present your back to him. You can feel the cool lotion spread across your back with calloused hands, he gently moves the thin straps of your sundress to make sure he doesn't miss a spot. Horny brain is already piecing together scenarios where that is your bra strap and is followed by exploring lips. Rational brain manages to squeak out a thank you and retrieve the sunscreen from Jake. You settle back into your seat and Jake rests his arm on the back of your seat. You let it stay.

The game ends with the Padres winning 8-4. You're shuffling out of the game and your stomach growls. In another one of those moments of impulse you'll attribute to your horny brain you ask,

"Are you up for a bite to eat? I know a good tapas place a few blocks from here."

Jake is visibly surprised at your invite, he smiles as he replies,

"Yeah, that sounds great. I must have grown on you if you're wanting to spend more time with me. I half expected you to bolt the minute the game was over."

He smirks and cracks that toothpaste smile that you immediately rename the panty dropper.

"Ah yes, like a cute little fungus, you've grown on me. You’re not so bad, once you drop the smug idiot act."

"Fair, I can work with that…so does this mean you’re asking me on a date?"

You pause and lower your sunglasses, it's your turn to be smooth for once in your life.

@mayhemmanaged

"Why yes, Jake Seresin, will you go on a dinner date with me?"

Chapter 3

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