#i wanna get lost on her abs and tummy

[sugar-omi]

could i possible request fem!cove and fem MC?? just little head canons both sfw and nsfw! i have nothing entirely specific in mind but just anything that you'd like 😊

THE SMILE ON MY FACE *KICKS FEET* HEHE OF COURSE YOU CAN eta now that im done: this is a big mindless, nonsense ramble i. im sorry. i was having the biggest gay panic of my life thinking abt her LMFAO 💀💀

tags : SFW + NSFW, fem/afab cove and reader, oral (cove receiving, reader receiving ment), menstruation ment,

synopsis : me losing my mind over fem!cove 🏌️

SFW

she's not much different to cove already ofc

but in my head she shines so bright omfg...

i like to imagine she's buff no matter what

washboard abs, toned arms and thighs...

but then think abt studious!cove

i want her to be soft....

bitta tummy, thighs perfect to wrap around your head... just squishy

so torn between the two. pls i can't she's PERFECT

either way, strong enough to pick you up

if big n buff she princess carries you all the time

if you do the same back tho, once you put her down she can't stand on her feet

she's swooning. actually falling. she's in love....

MATCHING CLOTHES

ah. you two going shopping and you seeing a dress n getting it for her....

she wears it on your next date, all shy and cute because she doesn't wear dresses often

dies if you give her attention over it, especially if you make a risque comment- she can't handle it

definitely lets you put makeup on her, she's just not good so if you are, please help...

once you see her in lip gloss for the first time, please kiss her and make a comment like "your lips looked so delicious, i couldn't help it" or "i like that color on you, do you think it'd suit me too?"

and then make it a habit bc now she's buying many lip glosses so you can kiss her silly <333

back to the doesn't wear dresses/skirts often thing

i think she's very active

always in shorts, t-shirt, tank top...

i wanna put her in a 2 piece suit

nice black slacks and a vest

the vest accentuating her chest because of it's low cut..

but i'd most likely to put her in a pretty dress for the ORCA dinner

does her best to dress up, even gets a bit of help from randy bc she is definitely a bit lost when it comes to fashion

but when you see her she literally knocks the breath outta you

she IS the prettiest girl in the world

ohhh her in the low light of the dinner, the blue lights just making her look so magical

pls she's everything to me

SHE STEALS YOUR CLOTHES.

OMG HER SLEEPING IN YOUR T-SHIRT!!!!

if your shirt is big n baggy on her she looks so cute...

although if your clothes run smaller or she's in a crop top/tight shirt....

imma save that for NSFW...

if you like painting your nails, she'll match!!!

isn't good at keeping them from getting chipped, but she does her best

omfg so i've seen some people say that their periods sync with their girlfriends (me n my bestie are always synced istg!!!!)

that's you and cove

you two usually know that if you got it, the other got theirs or is getting theirs

even if you get on birth control or have say pcos or smth like that that causes your periods to be irregular/disappear, pls still comfort n hang out w her!!!

i think hers is quite irregular as well so sometimes she's the one comforting you

now im projecting af, but when she gets it it's heavy!!!

not projecting but she definitely cramps, sometimes worse than others

either way, she loves cuddling up together and watching movies and stress eating snacks with you

anyway moving on before i add smth else<3333

NSFW

still a professional pussy eater !!!

(i watch this podcast and i need yall to see *this clip bc i just wanna say.... cove would definitely eat pussy to the bone. he's a DAWG!!!!)

probably even better at navigating your cunt since it's familiar territory

NOW ABOUT HER TITTIES IN THAT TIGHT SHIRT<33

she does her damnedest to NOT wear a bra, usually wears a sports bra

but again, she prefers no bra <3

and sometimes she gets away with it

but i love the idea of her waking up, her shirt all wrinkled and crooked, making it more fitting than it already is.

you can't focus on your cereal because she's shuffling towards you, nipples straining against the thin fabric.

cove flopping next to you on the couch, stealing bites of your cereal. and before she knows it, you kissed her breathless and all but snatch her shirt off, enticed by the rise and fall of her chest.

cupping cove's tits in your hands, she's so soft, and cove let's out the prettiest whimper when you brush your fingers over her nipples

if you suck on her chest, you get an even better reaction, cove rewarding you with loud moans and desperate calls of your name.

her hands in your hair, legs shaking and thighs clenching around you, totally ruined when you slip your hand into her sleep shorts, your fingers running over her darling clit.

she's cute<333

ah. i had a thought that i wanted to share earlier hehe

double sided dildo w cove....

holding hands while you both fuck back on the toy, cove hooking her legs over yours and getting as close as possible to play with your chest and kiss you..

ohh but would love if you got on top, the toy hitting both of you so deep inside, cove's body bouncing from the force of your hips

oh my fucking god.

she's a squirtter

arghh imma lose my MIND

imagine the first patreon moment, and you have her laid out all pretty in her bed, her legs over your shoulders and a hold on her thighs to keep her from crushing your head.

her thighs trembling in your hold, feet bumping against your back and she's clawing at the sheets, whining and moaning so pretty about how your tongue feels so good, low curses slipping from her lips...

tries pushing you away, tears in her eyes.

"y/n- oh god.. wait, i'm- imma make a mess!" she whimpers, throwing her head back when you just suck on her clit more intensly, your fingers curling against her spongy walls, loud squelches coming from your ministrations.

would make such a mess, the covers under her butt getting soaked in her fluids, it's even running down your neck and chest, a sight she has to tear her eyes away from when she finally comes down from her high.

would look so pretty too, her eyes rolled back and thighs trembling, back arching up and she'd fuck back on you, milking her orgasm and whimpering from any minor touch to her sensitive body..

oh and she'd peek at you through wet, spidery lashes, her pretty blues look so brilliant and darling even with the low light of the room and once she stops covering her face with her arm/fingers, you can see the bright blush on her face.

jfc she'd be such a sight, you might have to do her again just to make sure you don't forget it.

[moodywyrm]

shqehdunw the urge to cuddle naked with abby and not even in a sexual way but just bc i want to be close to her 😞 (chubby reader) like she’s laying in bed w just some boxers and a hoodie nd you come in, instantly undressing into some cute lil panties and she sits up like 😏 oh okay

but then you just climb into bed, snuggling into her as close as possible and tucking ur head into her chest :( nd she hugs you, laying back down and rubbing your back,, until you push closer to her and start sliding your hands down, tugging at her hoodie and whining that she’s “not close enough”.. she finally gets the hint and squeezes u closer, letting u slide her hoodie off nd pressing you against her :((

AHHH I NEED IT

just fell to my knees irl

I've written something similar before here, but I wanna write this bc it's so fucking cute and so me, I crave non-sexual skin to skin contact

You've had one hell of a day, dealing with shitty coworkers and even shittier classmates, and honestly the only thing you want is to be with Abby. Who you already know is home, because she texted you that practice ended early! So you literally slump into your apartment, greeting Haley and Soot at the door.

As you make your way to the bedroom, you're stripping off bit by bit; bag here, shoes there, rings and necklaces and earrings in their lil dishes that Abby placed around the apartment for you.

By the time you reach the bedroom, you're left in only biker shorts and a big shirt, socks lost somewhere along the way. Abby sees you, standing there, looking mildly dazed and she's like "Hiya baby, how was your day?"

And you don't even answer, just taking in the sight of her in worn out grey boxers and an old hoodie, looking so fucking cozy and warm and yours. So, logically, you take off your shorts and pull your shirt off, your bra following, throwing them all into the corner. And now it's Abby's turn to stare because her gorgeous girlfriend is standing in their room, naked except for some soft baby blue panties, looking so sad and needy. So she sits up, and reaches out for you, humming when you climb into her lap and push her back down.

She's about to tease you for it, maybe initiate something, when you plop down on her and cuddle into her chest, head tucked into the crook of her neck, arms wrapped around her. A part of her melts, because you're so fucking cute, so she wraps her arms around you, trying not to audibly coo at the way you let out a little sigh of relief.

You two are just laying there, you're practically naked, cuddling and enjoying the warmth, when she feels you huff and push your hands down her body. You sit up for a second, pulling at the hem of her hoodie and asking "Can you take this off?"

And of course she says yes?? A chance to be practically naked with her girl??? She'd be a Fool to say no. So she yanks her hoodie off and you mentally say a hallelujah for Abby's hatred of bras, because her tits are out and they look so warm and soft you need to lay on them Now. And you do!

Abby pulls you back down, relishing in the feeling of your skin against hers, the warmth at every point of contact. Your head is laying on her pecs, soft and a bit firm, the squish of her tits pressing against your chin. Abby manhandles you just a bit, pulling one leg up and over her hip, soothing one big, warm hand over the plush fat of your thigh. The squish makes her head go fuzzy, but what really gets her is the feeling of your soft tummy pressing against her, the way it slots against her abs and makes her all warm and fuzzy. Not to mention the feeling of your tits pressed against her torso, basically erasing any thoughts from her head that don't concern holding her girl. She has one arm around your waist, her hand lazily trailing your back.

You are completely blissed out, you really fucking needed this. The feeling of her sturdy body grounding you, the constant warmth she exudes because she's basically a fucking heater. Her touch is so unbelievably comforting, soothing every ache and making you sleepy.

Neither of you really care to escalate this, just enjoying the feeling of each others body. it's all so warm and tender and sweet, you absolutely end up falling asleep and waking up at like 2am, at which Abby makes you dinner to make up for the one you slept through </3

brb I'm gonna go cry into my stuffies I need her so bad

[corneliathegreat]

Stomach's n life presents: 🧴Tummy therapy 🧺

• ◇SM◇

• "Tanya will be right with you, dear"

• The sweet old receptionist said. Seal nodded and took a seat on one of the velvet chairs. Despite him being known for breeze through every embarrassing situation, he was actually kinda nervous. This massage was gonna be on his stomach this time. A stomach full of partly digested food. It was bound to make noise. Hopefully, he can play it off. The door next to the reception desk opened.

• "Seal?"

• A tall blonde woman said. He stood up quickly, nearly falling off his chair. Nerves are messing up his chill persona! He cleared his throat.

• "In the flesh."

• The light haired guy removed his clothes silently, getting lost in his thoughts. Would the massage hurt? Would digestion pick up immediately, and make him use it here? And most importantly, will he finally feel better? He sighed. Who knows? Health stuff never works for him like it does other. This whole thing might just make his eternal stomach ache worse. His belly rumbled, voicing that breakfast was breaking down slowly.

• Grwwwlll...!

• He sighed again. He looked over at the door. What did he have to lose?

• "Tanya will be with you in sec, okay?"

• The blonde from earlier said.

• "So just sit tight."

• Seal smiled and nodded. The moment she left, the assistant snorted. The lady was having alot of trouble not looking at his body. He may not have huge biceps like Hayden or toned abs like Zee, but he has been working out. And apparently it's starting to show.

• Gurrrrglll...grwwlll...!

• Damn.

• He thought. His stomach was getting gurgly again. He hastily rubbed it, hoping to stop it's rebelling.

• "Settle down."

• Urrr...grroolll~!

• Gas boiled up in his gut, making everything else slosh around. Dang, which was it gonna come out of?

• Grrrlll~!

• The top. It's always the top. Saliva began to fill his mouth as stomach rolled aggressively. Seal groaned. Of course, he'd have to throw up here. At this beautiful massage parlour. He has the worst luck sometimes. A burp shook in his chest. And his belly gurgled under his hand. Slowly, the sick traveled up his throat. Welp, adios breakfast.

• "Seal?"

• A woman suddenly entered the room. Suddenly, he forgot all about his situation. (And swallowed the barf) She was short and had curly brown hair. Thick lips too. And the prettiest freckles that reminded him of chocolate chips. She must be Tanya.

• "Are you feeling alright?"

• She took his hand.

• "It's okay it you want to reschedule."

• Reschedule!? Please. Not after seeing her. (And because of up surprise near up-chuck)

• "I'm fine with today."

• He replied smoothly. His guts were still rumbling, but not loud enough to embarrass him. So far, so good.

• "So I heard you been having indigestion."

• He nodded.

• "And your most frequent symptoms are?"

• Most frequent, huh? Well, his stomach had a habit of growling loudly when he's on the phone with a client. And it wakes him up at six to hurl. And after meals, it feels like a pound of modeling clay is in there.

• "Vomiting, but only in the morning."

• Tanya looked up from her clipboard.

• "And that's all? Besides discomfort?"

• He bit the inside of his cheek. He really didn't wanna tell her about the pretty much everyday stomach talking. It's embarrassing.

• GrRRoowlll~!

• The office worker turned red as his belly growled. The masseuse snickered.

• "Audible attempted bowel movement..."

• "Okay!"

• She set her clipboard down.

• "Let's get started, shall we?"

• Seal laid on the counter, as Tanya grabbed her stuff. He felt SO nervous. Nervous cause a pretty woman was about to knead him like dough. And double nervous, cause he didn't know how his stomach would react. It's been pretty spontaneous today. It suddenly rumbled, making him burp in his throat. He's screwed. He turned to see the brunette walking towards him.

• "Ready?"

• He looked down. His belly said don't you dare. He locked eyes with Tanya.

• "Ready I'll ever be."

• It was actually alot more calming than he thought it'd be. She turned on a lofi playlist, and lit a few candles. And asked him about his day! Is he embarrassed about the BLATANT gurgles his stomach has emitted? Yes. But it's totally calmed down. Crazy right? This place is a 2 hour paradise. Suddenly, a phone rang. Tanya leaned down.

• "I gotta take this real quick."

• She whispered. Seal gave a sleepy grunt of acknowledgement and she left the room. He sighed, feeling content. So long, chronic discomfort!

• Rrrrmmbbblll...!

• "Son of a bitch."

• He grumbled. It would start tripping out the moment it wasn't being massaged anymore. He raised up slowly. His guts rumbled loudly, sloshing from the movement.

• RRRGG~! UrRrr~!

• "Geez, your a pain."

• The assistant put his hand on his rumbling stomach. He felt bubbles and his breakfast moving around in there. To think, once this massage is over, he'll never have to worry about this again. No more reflux. No more heaviness. No more nothing. Just a normal guy with a normal stomach.

• Grrr...rRrrr~! Rrrrrr...!

• He twitched and looked down. Don't tell him... Does he to take a sh-

• Grrrrggglll~!

• His belly growled angrily in his hand. Crap! He does! Was this because he didn't blow chunks earlier? Seal looked at the door. What if Tanya comes back and he's not here? Not to mention, it'd super be embarrassing to explain. As he was thinking, his stomach got impatient. And began to cramp up.

• Urrrrrggglll~!

• Oh for the love of- Seal hopped up and snagged on of the robes off the rack. He quickly fastened the ropes around him and sped walked out.

• 15 minutes later

• He trudged back to the room feeling exhausted. All that fuss for nothing. Man, his stomach was sore. Right before he could turn the doorknob, it opened itself. He was face to face with the gorgeous Tanya.

• "Oh, there you are."

• She tugged him inside.

• "Let's continue."

• Seal begrudgingly laid down. He could feel his stomach stirring. She looked back at him.

• "Is something wrong?"

• He shook his head vigorously and forced a laugh.

• "What makes you say that?"

• "You look sad."

• Damn, he does? Well, now that he thought about it, he did feel a little down.

• "Are you worried if this will work?"

• He nodded. (She read his mind) Tanya took his hand.

• "I know it's hard to put your faith in others people. Especially when your stomach's involved. But,"

• She looked into his eyes.

• "I've been doing this for years."

• "I can guarantee you'll be 100% satisfied."

• Seal blushed. That...was super reassuring.

• "Okay?"

• She said. He swallowed.

• "Okay."

• The masseuse smiled and pressed down on his stomach.

• GRRURRRGLLL~!

• "Hush."

• She said, sternly. His belly shut right up. Wow. How did she do that?

• "Thanks for your help, Tanya."

• Seal said, now fully dressed. She smiled, as she washed the oil off her hands.

• "Don't mention it,"

• "I like helping people."

• Now that his intestines are working properly again, he had approximately 20 minutes until he had to empty his guts. So, he had to make this quick and smooth. The assistant strolled over to the masseuse. He cleared his throat.

• "So, are you doing anything later?"

• She turned around.

• "Well, besides more appointments, I'm free."

• He cheered inside his head. Alright! Hopefully, she doesn't have a boyfriend.

• "So does that mean I can take you out tonight?"

• She looked shocked and smiled.

• "I'm sorry but,"

• "But, I'm married."

• And just like that, his good mood was gone. He chuckled awkwardly.

• "Ooh, I'm sorry."

• She smiled.

• "It's alright, I get that alot."

• No wonder. She's pretty AND has a great personality. Wait? Did she think he asked her because of the massage!?

• "I-it's because of your personality, just so you know!"

• He blurted out. This was even more awkward. Tanya, being her sweet self, just snickered and said she knows. After saying goodbyes, he walked out of the room. Her husband's a lucky one. She's quite a catch. He turned the keys in his car and opened the door.

• I wonder if Chantelle is free tonight?

• What? He had to celebrate. He's finally free from indigestion. Or maybe he could call Jen? Nah, she wouldn't go-

• Rrrrrlll...!

• He looked down. His stomach growled once again.

• Grrr...Rrrrggg~!

• The contents is his belly grumbled ferociously as they went down. He sighed as he got back out of his vehicle.

• "You just have to leave with a bang, don't you?"

This one was fun. Seal being a flirt and totally getting rejected made a silly ending. Maybe he'll see Tanya around again. And MAYBE he'll stay indigestion free.

(Credits to @benkeibear. These are wonderful.)

[landosgirl97]

Here's My Card - Chase Stokes Smut

A/N: IM BACK BITCHES! In honor of Chase's Birthday, even though it's late, I present Tattoo artist! reader x Chase! Please enjoy!

Warnings: Smut! Pure smut! Also, not proofread

Chase watched as you lightly held the man’s arm you were tattooing. Holding the skin taut as the gun made contact with his skin. The man in front of you was shamelessly flirting, but you were flawlessly avoiding it and he watched on as you continued to flawlessly color in the tattoo on the man's bicep. “Jacob, who’s the new tattoo artist?” Jacob looked up at you and smirked before looking at him. “That’s Y/N. Why do you ask?” Chase shrugs with his other shoulder. “No reason. Just kind of want to see what she can do.” Jacob chuckles and shakes his head. “Sure… Is that why you’ve been staring a hole in the side of her face for 15 minutes?” Chase turned his head to look at the man tattooing him. He huffs, “I have not..” J.J raises an eyebrow at him. Chase huffs. “Shut up and finish this first one. Help me pick one she can do for me before we start on the second.”

Chase continued to watch you as his appointment continued. Your next client had told you it was their first tattoo and they were nervous. He watched as you reassured her she would be fine and distracted her as you laid the needle to her skin lightly at first to get her used to it and then increased it as she got used to it. When she was done, he watched as you made eye contact with him, smirked, and then looked away. He watched out of the corner of his eye now as you cleaned your station. You decided to make a bold move and walk toward the station he was at. “What are you gentlemen working on?” Your sultry voice immediately caught his attention as Jacob stopped and let you look. “Hmm.. looks good. You know, Since you do so well with tattoos, I’d love to give you a free session to get some practice in since I’m still fairly new if you’re interested. Just let me know. Here’s my card. My cell is on the back.” You winked at him as you walked back toward the breakroom in the back as his jaw was still on the floor in shock.

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 It was a few days before Chase texted you. “Hey, this is Chase. The client you gave your number to the other day?” You smiled as you typed out a reply. “Oh yeah! It’s good to finally hear from you! Have you decided what tattoo you want?” You finished your appointment before you were able to check your phone again. “Yeah.. I’ll send a picture. *photo attached* but.. the placement is a surprise.” I smirked, “Oh? And why is that?” Chase replied quickly.. “You’ll see.. When are you free?” “Well.. I close tonight actually so I’m here late. Wanna come by about 7? The place will be empty and we can get it done really fast before I leave?” Chase’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. Just you and him.. alone.. this was going better than he thought. “Sure. Sounds great. See you then!”

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Chase made sure to go home, shower, shave, and do his hair in the messy way he had it before before coming to the shop. He knew the door would be locked when he got there so he sent a quick text saying, “here” before walking to the door. You unlocked it and opened it for him. “Hey! How are you?” You both made small talk as you made your way to the table, getting things set up. “So, where exactly are you wanting this?” You asked, raising an eyebrow at him. He blushed slightly as he raised his shirt slightly, showing his prominent V-lines, his happy trail that definitely caught your attention, and his taut tummy. You watched as he pointed to his left V-line. “I’m thinking right here. Is that okay?” You gulped as you finally made eye contact with him again. “Yep! Yeah, that’s fine. Why don’t you take your shirt off and lay down on the table.” He did as told, shrugging his shirt off and laying down as you watched him. You took in every movement in his back, his arms, and his abs as he took his shirt off and moved toward you. You must have lost yourself in watching him, because you saw his arm flex as he brought it up, resting it behind his head, and his abs ripped as he looked toward you. “Like what you see?” he asked with a smirk. You rolled your eyes at him as you prepared the space, laying the stencil on his skin. “Is this about where you want it?” He smirks, I was thinking maybe a bit lower..” You shake your head but play along. “If that’s the case, you’re going to need to pull your pants down a bit, I can’t reach that area.”  He popped the button on his jeans, lifted his butt up, and lowered his jeans a little more. You cleared your throat as you laid your hands on his body, leaning down to his body and kissing his chest. “Wh-What are you doing?” Chase asks as he slightly pulls back. “Kissing you. Is that okay?” He nods slowly. You leaned down, kissing his chest again as he bit his lip. You continued down to kiss across his chest until you reached his neck, sucking a spot there as he threw his head back and moaned. “Baby.. Take this off..” his hands landed at the hem of your shirt as he lightly tugs on it. You pull it up, ripping it over your head, and sitting over top of him in a straddling position. Chase wrapped one hand around the back of your neck, pulling you into him and crashing your lips into his. You moaned into the kiss, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth. You rolled your hips against his and he let out a whine, his fingertips digging into your hips. “Are you doing okay, baby boy?”, you asked, winking at him. His jaw dropped and his head fell back as you continued to grind your hips down onto him.

You swung your leg around, and stood next to the table he was laying on. Let’s get these pants off baby.” He lifts his hips, pulling them off as I slide them down to his ankles, sliding my pants off my legs as well before climbing back on top of him, sliding my wet pussy over his hard cock that is leaning against his stomach. You used the slick from your wet pussy as lube before lining him up with your entrance and sinking down on him. “Fuck baby girl.. You feel so good” He moaned as he pistoned his hips into you. “Normally I would last a lot longer but I can’t. I- I need to cum. Please baby?” “Cum for me baby.”, you moan, clenching around him as he swelled and came inside of you. You squirmed as you came immediately after, collapsing on his chest as you caught your breath. He ran his hands through your hair as he kissed your head. “Next time will be more romantic I promise.” 

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[sly-merlin]

okey dokey! I'm gonna be a father!

Requesting pregnant reader scenarios, wanna see more of the guys’ duality balancing domesticity and impending fatherhood, and running the world, ya know 🙏🏾��🤔😀 Just throwing the idea out there since you said we could. Y’know things like ‘I’m trying to leave to set up a meeting but her back is sore & she wants ice cream so one of u needs to suddenly be available. now’ & other things ig. I imagined Ty Kun, John Jae or Kun in as leader & probably hc or jaemin as the wife-sitters (lol)

Since you didn’t specify the unit,I did this with the few members from hyung line. This got so long that I ran out of ideas so let me know if you want me to write for some other members.  though j incorporated your ideas but i based it on the concept of them managing the treats in both hands. This is my first time doing reactions so leave some feedback if you wish! Have a nice day everybody.

(7 members) Ft. Taeil, johnny, taeyong, yuta, ten, jaehyun + kun

TAEIL 

"Let me message you back!" Taeil whispered into the phone and raised his body to observe your sleeping form. Your head was securely resting on his arm and he let out a relieved sigh as it was one of the few Lucky days when you were not thrashing around in your sleep. Day after day, you were getting uncomfortable with your heavy belly and all he could ever do was keep you company in your frustrations. He couldn't risk waking you up so he tried his best to complete the task in the painful position. He fidgeted with the phone for it was impossible to handle a 6 inch of metal device with one hand. Struggling with the grip for a few more seconds, he finally managed to send johnny a message regarding the inquiry.

Ask tae He has ab eztra key 2 my ofice.

Maybe he should turn his autocorrect on for situations like this!

Thinking his work was done, he locked the phone. just when he was about to put it on the nightstand on a blind guess, it vibrated again! 

John: He is out! You need to come asap.

He stopped to watch out for any movement from your side and when there was none, he shifted to his phone again.

Nt my pblm. 

He couldn't understand why johnny was being so persistent when everyone was under strict orders to not call him after 10 p.m unless someone was dying!

John: Jungwoo is in trouble with police. I need his fake ID!

Taeil’s scoffed a bit too loudly causing you to stir.  He paused in his actions only to continue when he noticed your even breathing. Weighing the options, he concluded that Jungwoo must have forgotten to pay for the food again or something like that otherwise if it was work related then johnny would have been screaming at his door and not through the phone.

Not his 1st time. dw too much. Jst send him some food so he wont cry like last tym.

He deserved that much punishment! With that he switched the device off and wrapped his arm around your waist, returning to the warmth he got to experience only at night times.

JOHNNY

You were on edge since the day you got yourself tested. You could blame it on the suddenly changing hormones or the never present johnny but one thing was sure that you were missing him more than ever. Johnny on the other hand, avoided going back home for the sole reason of finding himself incapable of taking care of you and his dangerous job. That’s why he had assigned hendery to be at your beck and call. He was a medic and since the other medical emergencies could be handled by xiaojun and renjun, hendery had no problem in spending some time with you. His company was full of funny stories of other members and silly jokes. Despite his endless efforts to distract you, the thought that your daughter’s father was missing the growth of his own child always remained at the back of your head. You couldn’t understand how all of a sudden his workload had increased so much that he barely had any time to even see your face let alone talk to you for a few minutes. But all your worries vanished the day he returned and sarcastically ordered hendery to show his donkey self out of his house to never come back again.

“I managed to prepone some important weapon deals”, he bowed gracefully to acknowledge his own achievements, making you chuckle at him, “and I’ve been rewarded with three months of holidays so I shall be spending these months making up for the lost time and creating new memories” he completed, kissing your forehead.

"I never said I need you 24/7. A few hours at most would do John" you said, knowing how his absence would affect the black neos. 

"Yeah. But then I realised what if my baby girl mistakes hendery for her father. Can't let that happen now yeah!" 

Masked under jokes, you were very well aware of the real reasons behind the toil he had subjected himself to! It was all for you and your baby girl and you knew he would do it again and again even if it meant the end of his life!

TAEYONG

 From sharp cold deadly glare to the dragon tattoo that adorned his neck and arms, fellow criminals had every reason to fear this man. His name, in the underworld, screamed  cursed royalty. But that was Lee taeyong, leader of black neos.

The taeyong standing right in front of you, struggling with multiple boxes of boards was anything but scary. Cladded in baby blue hoodie and black boxers, he was reading the manual, knocking down the structure again and again as he repeatedly found something missing from it. 

"Leave it tae. I can complete this later on. Come and eat now." You whined and suggested while taking bites from the creamy pasta he had prepared earlier. 

"what do you mean i can complete this later on. Do you find me incapable of making a crib?"

Yes you did!

But that was not the answer you could give when he was clearly trying his hardest. It was indeed baffling as to why the man who could assemble a weapon with his left hand was unable to join the pieces of a crib with both!

"No tae. You were out for three days so maybe you are just too tired to concentrate!" You explained in the politest way possible that clearly didn't reach him properly. He let out an audible gasp at what felt for him to be the accusatory tone.

"Eat your pasta and watch me complete this in half an hour! You'd regret saying that to me!"

Why was he the one with mood swings?

Just like other bubbling thoughts, you gulped down this one too and nodded enthusiastically, giving him a thumbs up as if you would never doubt his capabilities.

But you knew, he might have started the task but he was surely not going to be the one to complete it!

YUTA

“How about sakura?” hyuck suggested. Looks of disapproval were exchanged across the room and sound of mark hitting hyuck’s arm resonated in the living room.

“Cliche!” jaehyun laughed.

“Yes. We aren't naming our daughter sakura and that is final. She’s one of a kind and her name should also be!” you announced your arrival in the room and sat on the floor, making yourself comfortable between yuta’s legs. He wrapped his arms around your belly before leaning his neck to greet you with a sweet cheek kiss.

“Yes. What y/n wants, y/n gets. No sakura!” he held his one hand up in the air, forbidding any further discussion on the name.

"That's not fair!" Hyuck whined only to be dismissed by a wave from you.

"Just because it's not hyuck's choice doesn't mean that you have got right to choose by yourself. The baby is a part of this family so we get to decide what's best for her!" Ten exclaimed loudly getting everyone’s attention.

“How about ayaka?” kun suggested, entering the room with a trolley full of snacks. As the recommendations poured in, the snacks were passed to everyone. Days like these were rare and from the past two months, these rare days were spent daydreaming about the very first child in the black neos house.

“Akira? It’s quite universal you know.” mark joined in, reading the meaning of the name in different cultures and languages.

“Haru”

“No kai!” 

Somewhere in the conversation, yuta’s hands had travelled from your tummy to your sides. He knew the little brushes of his fingers had started to work on you as you swatted his hand away with yours. It only encouraged him and he tickled you on your sides more and more, getting the desired reaction. Your body being more sensitive and responsive than usual, you wiggled in his arms and squealed loudly enough to get everyone’s attention. Suddenly his hands stopped as he heard a whiny shout.

“Why are you bugging her?” hyuck hollered, “can’t you sit still for once? Let her breathe for a freaking second. You wanna tickle! Tickle me. Come tickle me but Don’t bother her!” 

You were aware of hyuck’s sudden outbursts of protection for you but this was truly something new! And you new tickles were not the reasoning behind his irritation. Sakura was!

“Le-let’s play a game”, kun interrupted before haechan’s frustration would land him into some trouble with the elder, “we’ll write all the suggestions into paper and whichever y/n chooses would be final. How does it sound?” 

Everyone hummed along to the idea. Looking over at Hyuck, you noticed a sudden glint in his eyes that spoke trouble. He was clearly planning something evil and until it was all fun and games, you had no trouble for his intentions.

“Since when did you get a bodyguard hmm?” yuta whispered, planting another wet kiss on your right cheek. 

“Yua.” you said.

“What?”

“We are naming her yua! When are you gonna tell them that i’ve already decided!” leaning backwards, you said in a hushed voice meant only for his ears.

“When they are tired enough to play any more games. Till then, let’s have fun. Look at hyuck, he’s surely gonna cheat and mark and renjun are going to strangle him.” yuta chuckled against your ear, making you laugh again. Life was good!

TEN

“Xiaojun! Xiaojun! Show yourself you good for nothing potato!” you winced at the volume of ten’s voice. Even though he was outside the room, his vocals were irritating. But you held your tongue from scolding him as he was the only one you could rely on at the moment. 

“Xia-

“Did bella bite you again? why are you shouting at-” xiaojun squinted at the wall clock and adjusted his glasses, “at 5:30a.m?”

“Half of the world is up you hibernating bear! y/n is craving ice-cream. You know better than to refuse her so go to her. Your service starts right now.” 

Xiaojun scoffed and remained glued to the stairs. Ten raised a brow questioning him but instead of answering him xiaojun came up with one of his own.

“And why aren’t you going?” 

“Switchblade prince is called so I gotta go. I don’t think you want her to wait!.”

Xiaojun groaned when ten shot him a wink and left the living room. Of course he had no trouble in tending to your demands which as a medic, he understood very well but ten’s cockiness wasn’t something he was ever ready to handle.

“y/n! What does our prince wanted to eat this early in the morning?” he smiled at you, plopping down on the edge of the bed.

“Apples and bananas.” 

“I meant what ice cream flavour do you want?”

“Ice cream? Who said ice cream? I want bananas.” you answered him, confused at his confusion!

It was only then that xiaojun realised that switchblade prince was never called in the first place. Ten had fled. Due to fruits! He was contemplating as to what extent he should be manipulating ten’s words while telling you about his betrayal when you spoke up.

“Umm. i guess we can eat mint chocolate as well. I’ll eat a banana chocolate sandwich first then we can both watch a movie and finish the ice cream. What do you say?”

Ok!  Maybe revenge could wait. Ice cream would be a priority here! 

JAEHYUN

If your husband was cocky, you were seriously too many steps ahead of him and it has taken only 10 days for jaemin to realise that you were just jae's cup of tea and no one else's, at least not as a 4 months pregnant woman. 

"Why are you sitting on the floor?" Jaehyun laughed at jaemin sprawled on the floor like a toddler. 

"Noona screamed at me" jaemin mumbled, hiding his face in his neck.

"Oh jaemin! Why did she do it? Were you teasing her again. You know that she doesn't take sarcasm too we-

"No. She threw up the food i made for her and that too thrice since yesterday. I got angry so i told her to eat up or else i won't be making anymore for her. She threw the pillow at me and ordered me to never talk to her again! I mean it's not like i was showing real anger! She's hungry since yesterday. If she won't eat up then she'd be sick. What did I do wrong! Now I made her favourite pasta and she won't open the door for me."

Jaehyun sighed and crouched down to jaemin's level. He knew your emotions weren't in your control anymore but jaemin wasn't wrong either. He was just doing what was right for you and unintentionally, you had ended up hurting the poor boy. Jaehyun patted jaemin's hair before he told him to inform taeyong about his possible absence from the upcoming meetings and activities.

"You can't do that." Jaemin said the obvious.

"Do you want her to eat or not!" Jaemin frantically nodded at him before running off to the main office.

Heating up the pasta, jaehyun made his way to your shared bedroom in black neos. 

"Baby open up it's me!" He knocked at the door and hearing his voice,you immediately opened it. 

"You are here!" You exclaimed, feeling beads of moisture in the corner of your eyes.

"Aww. Now is not the time to cry." He cooed, entering the room with the tray. Placing it on the coffee table, he turned around and hugged you just the way he missed you.

"I'm sorry for being occupied and only coming back at night. But I'm here for a few days so let's get you all happy like a seal!" He laughed, ruffling your hair.

"I-i yelled at jaemin for no reason." You confessed not being aware that he was already filled in by the younger boy. 

"You wanna apologize?" You nodded as he squished your cheeks in his hands and leaned in to kiss your pouty lips. 

"Later on! Now's the time for evening lunch and getting this food in your tummy without it backfiring!" 

You laughed at how smoothly he eased your worries. After eating properly, you apologised to jaemin which he accepted but not before crying like a little boy he was!

Bonus :

KUN

"Yangyang what the heck are you doing near y/n. I told you to keep your meaningless books away from her!" Kun felt like his blood pressure would shot up anytime soon.

"What are you talking about?"

"Oh really? What's the book that you are reading to her?"

"How to walk like a pro when you are only 2 months old! I want the baby to be high class like me."

Kun's hands found refuge in his hair as he groaned at the boy. Now he needed to read all the books that could possibly reverse yangyang's teachings.

"There is no such book available."

"Yeah that's why i wrote it by myself. Pulled an all nighter but when the baby would start walking at only 2 months of age, you'd thank me!"

[terrifictomholland]

catch me, catch you - T.H x reader

So today is a special day - it’s @howdyho-harrystyles birthday! So I spent all night (and today) writing this for her lmao, happy birthday I hope you’ll like this! ❤

word count: 3.4K of sheer smut

warning: SMUT! derogatory language, oral sex (male and female) spanking, choking, dirty talk. Lotsa fun stuff really!

PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU ARE UNDER 18!

You saw him slouched over the bar, twirling his glass of whiskey in his hands. A grin pulled at the corner of your mouth. 

An easy target. 

“Fancy seeing you here,” You sidled up beside him, taking a seat on the barstool and crossing your leg over the other. His eyes gave you a once over.

“Why’re you here?” He asked, instantly on alert as to what trick you had up your sleeve. 

You tsked, “Oh relax, no gimmicks, no tricks. Just wanted to see the man himself up close,” You giggled as the bartender came up to you asking what you wanted.

“I’ll have a dirty passion, please,” You smirked as you looked over at the formidable Tom Holland as you said those words. 

The one and only man who had been hunting you for the past year and a half but never managed to catch you for your “alleged” counterfeiting. 

You loved the chase, you loved outsmarting him and watch as he tried to put it together every time you put him on your tail, only for you to disappear into thin air.

He coughed, trying to conceal it and  you threw your head back laughing.

“Do you even know the hardship and grief you’ve caused me by the shit you pulled earlier?” His tone rose in frustration, but there was something else there. Admiration perhaps?

“Mmh, I’m sure I have no idea what you’re talking about- oh thank you,” You smiled your most charming smile to the bartender as the drink was placed in front of you.

“My arse you don’t,” Tom scoffed. You peeked around him, not-so-subtly, giving him an appraising hum.

“Delectable arse,” He countered with an unamused look and you giggled.

“Loosen up, you’re drinking so clearly you’re off duty now,” 

“I came here to enjoy a drink in peace and get my mind off of you - alas, here we are,” He motioned between the two of you. Your eyebrow shot up,

“I’ve been on your mind?” You could almost see him blanching at the admission and you smiled, placing a hand on his leg. As the rest of you moved closer to him, chest pressing up against his arm.

“You’ve been on my mind too,” You whispered in his ear. Placing a kiss on his earlobe, feeling the shiver run through him.

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After that, it didn’t take long for you to wind up at his flat. Your eyes roaming around inside, remembering the details and cataloging them.

A smirk gracing your face once again seeing some very familiar postcards featured on his fridge.

“I see you’re a fan,” You licked your lips motioning to said fridge, his eyes moved over to them and he shook his head.

“You’ve been the cause of many restless nights,” He admitted as his eyes roamed your body. A surge of confidence rolled through you as you sauntered over to him. “Well, now that you have me for the night, why don’t you use me?” 

His nostrils flared as he inhaled a sharp breath. “You sure you know what you’re asking for?” 

“I wouldn’t have asked if I couldn’t handle you,” Your fingers gripped the lapels of his shirt and he searched your face. His eyes darting down to your lips and you subconsciously licked your own. Your heart raced when he got close enough to invade all of your senses. His hands resting on your waist and your skin burned where he touched you. Your eyes shut on their own accord when his breath fell on your face and seconds later you felt his lips on yours. 

Eager and plush lips slanting over your own, his lips catching your bottom one and sucked on it, giving it a nibble. At once you opened up letting him have all the access he wanted. A small sigh escaped when you felt him lift you up, your legs wrapped around his waist immediately. His large hands holding the back of your thighs as he moved you to his bedroom. 

His lips were divine, kissing you with just enough eagerness and passion. He was a magnificent kisser that you easily could get lost in. In fact, you did because the next thing you knew he had you on your back on his bed. 

Pulling away ever so slightly, both out of breath and lust swirling in your eyes. You bit your swollen lip feeling his body pressing against yours and you decided then and there that you were both wearing too much clothes. 

“Take it off,” You demanded, sitting up and he followed suit, both of you stripping, until you were just in your underwear. 

“Fuck,” You whispered sucking your bottom lip between your teeth seeing the impressive physique he had. He was ripped but not overly so, he was just right. Very defined abs and arms that made you wanna grind your cunt all over them. 

A cocky grin crossed his face. “Seeing something you like?” 

You propped yourself up on your elbows, “Mmh, fuck you’re gorgeous,”

His eyes moved over your half-naked body, eyes zeroing on your bra-clad tits. “So are you,” warmth filled you to hear him say that. Considering you two were on opposite sides, getting a compliment from him still meant a lot to you. You held a lot of respect for him, he was an incredible FBI agent and not one to mess with. Yet here you were, about to mess with him. 

“Thank you,” You reached behind you, unclasping your bra and his jaw dropped slightly and you grinned getting up on your knees on his bed. Shuffling closer to where he stood. Your hands going to his thighs, rubbing them as you placed kisses all over his pecs and abs. 

You felt him growing in his boxers when you sucked and marked his torso up. Small groans leaving his lips and you fed off of them.

You let your fingernails scrape across his abs down to the front of his boxers, feeling his cock twitch when you palmed him. You glanced up at him with a wicked grin seeing his brown eyes darken as he licked his lips.

“May I?” He gave a jerky nod which was enough for you to push his boxers off him. 

His cock sprung free and curved up toward his tummy. Red and leaking at the tip that made your mouth water, it was a glorious cock. Just thick and long enough.

“God you’re perfect,” You mumbled as your hand wrapped around him and he hissed at the touch at first, which was soon enough replaced by a string of moans as you jerked him off. 

You licked your lips getting them nice and wet before wrapping your mouth around the head, letting your tongue tease him. His fingers tangled in your hair and tugged on it making you moan around his cock.

You let one of your hands move to his balls, taking him deeper in your mouth, relaxing your jaw and breathing through your nose, tears gathered in your eyes as you deepthroated him hearing his low growls and moans. The grip tightened on your hair. 

“Fucking hell,” He stuttered and you could tell he was refraining from bucking his hips, which you were grateful for. You bobbed your head up and down increasing in speed hearing his breathing get faster and shorter.

“That’s it,” He moaned and you opened your eyes, looking up to see him throw his head back letting out a string of moans. The veins in his arms protrude and it was a sight for sore eyes to see him so lost in pleasure. 

You pulled off him with a pop and he looked down at you confused,  before you started kissing all over his length, letting your teeth graze his frenulum and he let out a loud moan and without warning he came, painting your face and chest white. You smirked pumping him as he kept shooting off, hearing those delicious moans fill the room. 

“Fuck you’re such a good cockslut,” He panted and you bit your lip, scooping up his cum and licking it all up.

“You taste delicious baby,” You smirked

You let go of him, just admiring him and the way he looked as he came. Face and chest flushed, laboured breathing and beads of sweat pooling at his temples. 

“You’re incredible,” He breathed, making your cheeks grow hot under the praise.

“Thank you,” You smiled watching as he got closer to you giving you a lust-filled kiss which you eagerly kissed back, wrapping your arms around his neck. His body pressing against yours and he got situated between your legs, the friction from his knee pressed against your dripping core made you moan into his mouth.

“What do you want?” He murmured, his lips kissing a trail to your neck, exploring the delicate skin there and leaving marks that would be there for days to come. A souvenir to remember him by.

“Eat me,” You gasped arching your upper body when he found your sweet spot and you tilted your head sideways. He chuckled against your neck, soothing the bite with his tongue.

“What’s that?” He was turning the tables on you now. Cheeky bugger.

“Want you to eat my pussy,” You huffed at having to repeat yourself, placing a hand on his head, pushing him down to your throbbing core. 

“Bossy,” He teased, sucking a harsh bite into your hip bone causing you to let out a whine. His face finally came face to face with your dripping cunt.

“Needy little thing aren’t you?” He hummed seeing the wet patch on your panties and you threw your head back feeling him rub your sensitive bud through the thin and soaked material. 

“Fuck,” You breathed feeling him remove your panties and you propped yourself up on your elbows. 

The first lick of his tongue had spots of white appear behind your eyelids. His warm tongue spreading your wet folds, licking up to your clit, giving that a few flicks before he moved back to your entrance. A moan filled the room when you felt his tongue push inside of you.

You took fistfulls of his hair, letting out high-pitched whines as he ate you out like a champion. Your hips gyrated against his face when he moved up to shower your clit with attention. Practically making out with it and it was one of the hottest things you’d ever seen. Your lower stomach started burning like it did when you were going to cum. 

“Fingers,” You gasped laying down flat on the bed so that you could twist and tweak your nipples as he eased a finger in you, making you sigh in pleasure.

“So good,” 

“So fucking wet for me,” He pulled away from your clit for a moment, watching you play with your nipples.

“You’ll be the death of me,” He grunted adding a second finger without difficulty and you let out a moan feeling his mouth back on your clit.

“Fuck, fuck,” You wanted to squeeze your legs together but you couldn’t seeing as how he had them spread wide. 

“‘m close Tom,” Your breath came out choppy as the pleasure built and built in your stomach, 

“C’mon cum for me baby, show me what you can do. Make a mess on my face,” He rasped and you came with a cry chanting his name, your legs trembling when you came. 

You felt him kissing your stomach up to your tits, giving them all the attention you could’ve possibly wanted. You arched your back, feeling your clit throb again.

 You loved nipple play, so much, it was an instant turn-on.

“Want you to fuck me now,” You breathed splaying yourself out there on the bed, feeling him climb on top of you. 

“I think you can do better than that,” He smirked, sitting back on his hunches and stroked his cock leisurely. You let out a whimper at the sight of his cock hardening with each stroke, you just wanted his cock. 

“C’mon Tom, fuck me - don’t you want to? Take my cunt and make it yours?” You taunted, grinning when you noticed the fire in his eyes knowing he’d take the bait.

“You’re damn right about that - your cunt is mine,” To prove his point, he gave your cunt a hard slap causing a loud moan to leave your lips. “In fact, to keep your cunt mine I might just tie you up,”  He winked and your throat went dry.

“Go ahead, it’s the only time you’ll have me cuffed,” You shot back and he laughed heartily. 

“Are you sure about that?” His eyes twinkled as he gave your cunt another slap. You bit your lip feeling your wetness seep from your cunt and you knew he felt it.

“Yeah I am,” You gave him a cheeky grin, “So get to it,” You wiggled your hips and he reached over to the bedside drawer, procuring a condom and rolled it over his length.

“Get up on all fours,” 

You quickly got up on all four, feeling your heart thrum in your chest from excitement. You turned your neck over your shoulder seeing Tom admire your body from behind. His hand reached out taking a handful of your ass before releasing it and giving it a good and hard slap, jolting you forward. 

“Fucking gorgeous,” He grunted pushing your face down and you gripped the sheets feeling him run the tip of his cock along your entrance before he pushed forward, entering you in one fluid motion. 

“Go-fuck,” You shakily exhaled feeling so full of him, squeezing his cock like a vice as you adjusted to the size of him. 

“Such a tight little cunt,” 

“Fuck, move,” You pushed back taking him deeper and he groaned, gripping your hips in both hands using them for balance as he started pounding into you. Sending you straight to nirvana. 

You loved the raw passion and lust as he fucked you seven ways to Sunday. He grabbed the back of your hair yanking on it roughly and you gasped, back arching as he smacked your ass with his other hand.

“My little slut,” He growled in your ear and you whined feeling dizzy with pleasure. His dirty talk only enforced that.

“Yes, fuck,” You breathed grasping the sheets harder as his hips slammed into you over and over. You moaned when his cock nudged your g-spot, stars exploding behind your eyelids and your skin prickling. 

“Taking my cock like such a good cockslut,” His hand slid to your front and your eyes rolled back when he started slapping your clit repeatedly. 

“Hrngh,” You whimpered, the noise getting cut off when he moved his hand from your ass to your tits. giving each of them a slap before his hand wrapped around your throat. Squeezing it and you cried out starting to feel like you were floating from all the pleasure he gave you.

“F-fuck can I cum?” You gasped trying valiantly to keep your eyes open, but all you wanted to do was close your eyes and ride this wave of overstimulation. 

“I don’t know - can you?” He taunted fucking into you even harder. The pressure in the pit of your stomach intensified with each thrust and you fell closer and closer to the edge. 

“Please...daddy,” The words just tumbled out in the haze you were currently in. 

“Daddy huh?” 

“Yes, fuck - let me cum all around your cock daddy,” You moaned, making a point to squeeze his cock and he let out a loud groan. 

“Be a good slut and cum for daddy, wanna feel your cunt gushing all around my cock,” He whispered in your ear and you cried out one more time before you tipped over the edge. Your orgasm rocking you through your core, your walls clenching down around him and that way, setting off his orgasm. Hearing his moans and cries as he came. His hand still on your throat, giving a tighter squeeze. 

“Oh fuck, fuck fuck,” You let out a high pitched cry, bordering on screaming his name as he fucked you both through your  orgasms. 

“Oh my god,” He panted letting go of your throat and removing his hand from your clit. Slowly, he pulled out of you and you whined at the loss, glancing over at him seeing the small smirk on his face. 

“Can’t get enough of me?” You rolled your eyes collapsing on his comfortable bed, face down against his plush pillows, hugging one close to you. 

“You wish,” You smiled lazily, watching him clean himself up before he got in beside you. Both of you fumbling for a bit, exchanging tiny giggles as you recovered, still feeling a little lightheaded and floaty. 

“Do you uh, want anything?” He asked scratching the back of his neck and his other free hand gently stroked your back, comforting and soothing you. He could sense that you weren’t fully there with him yet, and he was so sweet. You felt the energy shift into something uncertain and awkward now.

 Suddenly, it felt far too vulnerable and intimate being in the same bed as the man who had just made you cum harder than anyone had ever been able to in the past. And was trying to get you behind bars. Yet, you didn’t want to leave either. You knew that this was all you’d get with him - one night. You planned on making the most of it.

“Maybe a cuppa,” You said timidly reaching for his comforter, wrapping it around you. 

“Milk? Sugar?” He was already up from the bed and you shook your head. He left the room giving you some room for your thoughts and you tried to clear them, but everything was blurred together and you couldn’t make sense of them. So many conflicting emotions running through you.

 You knew you had a golden opportunity now to snoop and find his weaknesses. But, you didn’t find it in you to do that. Not anymore, you let your heart rule over your mind in this instance. 

He came back with two cups, handing one over to you. “Here you go,” You took it and carefully sipped the hot liquid.

“Didn’t peg you for a Yorkshire man,” You mused, watching him over the rim as he sat down and put the comforter over him too. He let out a small laugh.

“It’s the one and only way of drinking tea that,” He affirmed and you grinned.

“Well I feel so much more relieved now that you’re the one who’s chasing me when you’re a Yorkshire tea-drinker - you’re worthy,” You teased, enjoying the lighthearted atmosphere you had going on.

His smile dimmed a little and a frown took place in his beautiful face. “What happens after tonight?” You felt your own smile fade too when he asked. You both knew, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to say it.

“I’m not gonna see you again am I?” He rephrased and you looked down at the mug in your hand so you wouldn’t have to see the look on his face.

“No..You won’t Thomas,” You said quietly hearing the inhale from the man across you. 

“Well...then we should make the most of the night then,” He said slowly, trying to lighten the mood and for that you were grateful. You were quick to jump on the subject change. “What do you suggest we do?” 

“Well...how are you with knitting?” He smirked when you snorted.

“Haven’t you learned anything about me? I’m a fucking pro at everything I do, why stop at knitting? What about crocheting?” You lifted your eyebrow up.

His eyes twinkled with amusement before putting his mug away. “Come here you,” He patted his lap, taking the mug from you and you smirked, climbing into his lap. His hands coming to rest on your ass as you straddled him, kissing him deeply. 

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The next morning when Tom started waking up. He dragged an arm over your shape only to feel the cool sheets. He cracked an eye open and lifted his head from his pillow seeing an empty space where he was sure you had laid before you both fell asleep. Or had you only pretended and left the moment Tom conked out? 

A note was left on the pillow you had slept on. He sat up so he could read the note, his eyes scanning it and a laugh fell from his lips.

There, in your neat and cursive handwriting was a single sentence. 

Catch me if you can ;)

I’m just gonna tag some people I might think will find this interesting because of a recent drop in feedback - if you do (still) want to be on my taglist let me know! - @worldoftom @angelic-holland @londonspidey @greenorangevioletgrass @rebekkah4766 @farfromparker @evilhag47 @underoosjae @hazmyheart @imanativeofswlondondahling @stillholland @thirsttrapholland @selfcarecap @the-professional-procastinator @awesomelupe @tetralea @t-lostinworlds @fallinfortom @duskholland @parkerpeter24 @hollandcreep @lovelytholland if you don’t wanna be tagged lmk! 

[crushedbyhyperbole]

Promises - Chapter Seven

Chapter Summary:  Bucky is Izzy’s friend, but James is her lover.  Separating these two parts of himself are necessary if Bucky is to keep his feelings locked away and the sex, just sex.  It’s their first tumble in the sack, and Bucky has something to prove.

A/N:  New look banner img.  Literally trying anything to stop bumblr hating this fic with its hashtag boycotts and bloody shitness.  I hope you enjoy all the smutty goodness because these two are so good together it’s a crime for them not to fuck like rabbits lol

Warnings:  Smut, foreplay, edging, sex, angst and uncertainty.  18+ Only!  I can’t stress that enough!

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Belated Prologue Part Six - The First Time

There had been times in Bucky’s life where he’d imagined Izzy in every sexual position he could think of.  Pictured her body in each scenario, imagined kissing her and touching her, feeling her against him and around him, tasting her.  It was all within his grasp, save for the kissing, right there in front of him wearing ridiculous Pokémon slippers, leggings and a baggy band t-shirt.

It was a little after 3 o’clock and he had to be at work by 6.  He had time to spend with her and now suddenly he knew what he wanted to do with that time.

“You were the one who said you were horny.”  He teased. “I’m good to go when you’re ready.”

“Eager, Barnes?”

So what if he was? She had no idea how long he’d waited for her.  Even to have her like this was better than he’d hoped for since she dashed his dreams after that damn college party.

“Have you ever known a guy not want sex?  Come on.”

“That’s true.”  She shifted on the sofa, moving forward to get her fingers under the hem of his t-shirt.  “What if I’m ready now?”

Christ!  She looked so sexy, even with two creatures on her feet and her hair up in a messy tail.

“I’m good with that.” He swallowed hard.

 Bucky watched her face as she lifted his shirt up slowly and then over his head.  Her eyes roved over his torso, hands stroking just after. Naked from the waist up he felt the thrill of her hands on his skin where she stroked the lines between his abs and up to his chest where she trailed her fingers softly over his tattoo.

“I never knew you had this.” She said, examining it in great detail. “J.B?  You?”

“Grandpa Joe.”  He said, almost a whisper.

Izzy nodded with a slow blink, she’d always loved his grandpa Joe.  “May I?”

She looked in his eyes, asking permission.  For what exactly, he didn’t know, but he gave it.  He would always give it.  This was Izzy and she was everything.

Izzy leaned in, bringing her mouth to his chest where she laid slow and tender kisses across his tattooed pectoral.

“Hey!”  Bucky croaked, lifting her chin to stop her.  “We agreed, no kissing.”

He wished he could let her continue but to break rules during their first time wouldn’t send a very good message of mutual respect to her at all.

“Was that not just kissing on the mouth?”  She said playfully.  “What if I wanted to put my lips on other parts of your body?”

She trailed her hand down his stomach to settle over where his jeans stretched tight between his spread legs.

Jesus, fuck! She could put her mouth on him anywhere. Kiss his lips if she wanted, he didn’t care, he just wanted her.  But, rules.

“Okay, no kissing on the mouth.”  His voice was thick with tension as she teased her way along the inside of his thigh, fingers moving up and down so very close to where his cock was trapped against the tight denim.

She smiled so impishly that Bucky had to laugh.  She pushed him backwards, bringing her mouth to his chest again, kissing downward in hot, slow kisses that contained a little tongue.  When she reached his jeans she looked up, asking again for permission.

She didn’t need to ask but he loved that she did.  Shit! Correction… He liked that she did.

“Nuh’huh.”  Bucky denied her with a winning smile.  “You’re the one who needs attention, so let me do my job.”

Izzy didn’t look hurt that he’d stopped her but she did look surprised.  Bucky stood, adjusting his hips to lessen the strain of his awkwardly bent cock.  He took her by the wrist and lead her to where he knew her bedroom was, kicking off his shoes towards the front door.

“You want to do this or can I?”  He asked at the foot of her bed with the hem of her t-shirt gathered in his hands.

“You.”  Was all she said and he grinned, eyes searching her face, reading nothing but nerves and anticipation.

She was more beautiful than he could have imagined, revealed to him inches at a time as he slid her shirt up her ribs and off over her raised arms.  Her bra was a simple white bra that he’d heard her describe once before as a t-shirt bra.

Hooking his fingers under the straps he slid them off her shoulders.  Taking her lead from earlier, he dipped his head and kissed the base of her neck where it met her collar.  She shivered so strongly that it made her brace her hands against his shoulders.

Smugly grinning against her skin he kissed his way down her chest, walking her backwards until her legs met the bed.  Slowly he went with her, falling to his knees in front of her.

The bra had a front clasp that he released, allowing her breasts to spill out into his waiting hands. Brushing the fabric aside he claimed both breasts and massaged them gently.

“Jesus, Izzy!”  He moaned, marvelling at her perfect, plush breasts.  “Who knew?”

Izzy laughed all cute and shy but she stroked her hand through his hair.  His James Dean hair, as she always called it.  He’d had the same cut since he first grew out his army buzz cut.  Her fingers felt wonderful; his scalp tingled under her touch.

Bucky lost himself in the feel of her hands in his hair and her breasts under his lips.  Her nipples were a deep pink and hard as bullets as he traced his tongue around one, sucking on it gently until she arched her back and sighed heavily.  He lavished attention on her right and played the left with his fingers, even venturing to pinch it roughly.  Instead of a gasp of pain, a moan escaped the back of her throat as she used her hold on his hair to push his mouth harder against her.

Fuck! Me!

His cock twitched, throbbing uncomfortably against the stiff denim.  He moaned aloud, her breast against his mouth muffling the sound into a low growl.

“Fucking hell, Bucky!” She gasped as he bit down gently on the erect bud.

“Call me James.”  He didn’t know exactly why he’d said it aloud but hearing her call him by the name she’d called him their whole life together just felt like too much.  He needed some distance, a level of separation between them to reinforce that this was just sex.  Bucky was in the friend zone but James, well, James was her lover and right now that was who he needed to be.

“James!”  She sighed as he sucked harder, rolling the other nipple between thumb and finger.

 Izzy was a mess of flushed skin and moans by the time Bucky sunk down to sit on his feet and slid his hands down to her hips. Throwing both of her legs over his shoulders he snagged the waistband of her leggings and used his leverage under her knees to lift her ass off the bed and quickly tug them down, underwear and all.

Once she was naked he sat back to look at her.

“Isabella Freeman.” He groaned with an appreciative grin. “Look at you!”

“Don’t.”

She was blushing under his gaze and she looked so perfect.  Smooth lightly tanned skin, with the occasional mole; one on her hip, one by her tummy button and one on her ribs just under her right breast.  She wasn’t ribby but she was slender with a good curve to her hips.  Her thighs touched slightly at the top but with her knees apart she was open, a triangle of soft dark hair on her mons pubis but her labia were smooth, and she was glistening with arousal.

“Can I?”  He asked as he knelt closer between her spread legs.

She lifted her head from the comforter and looks at him almost terrified.  She shook her head.

“Too nervous?  Too soon?”  He didn’t want to spook her but he did want to taste her.

“I’ve never…”

His eyebrows shot up as his gaze moved from her gloriously wet mound, up her body to her blushing face.

“Not ever?  Well that’s a fucking crime.”  Bucky chuckled.  “You look amazing, and you smell so goddamn sweet.”  He slid his fingers down her clitoris and between her lips, watching as goosebumps broke out over her thighs.  “All I wanna do it taste you.”

Probing gently he pushed one finger inside, earning him a delicious sigh.  She was so wet just from the little foreplay they’d done that she slicked the rest of his hand once he’d buried the one finger in her completely.

“I’ll let you next time.” She said stifling a gasp on the back of her hand as he added a second finger to his ministrations.

“Pinky promise?”

He hooked his fingers firmly against the front wall of her vagina and began to pull, slowly, giving them a wiggle as he went.

She clenched around him hard and, gasping, she cried out.

“What was that?  I didn’t quite catch it.”  Bucky had every right to be smug.  He was good at this, good with his hands.  He would learn her better and then he’d have her coming at the drop of a hat.

“Assss-hollle…”  She moaned out stutteringly as he tugged yet more pleasure from her.

Bucky laughed with genuine mirth, smothering his grin against her inner thigh he kissed her there and up as far as she’d let him.  Her reflexive twitch told him when to stop.

She was beautiful, lay on her bed with her legs draped over the edge, grinding her hips against his hand as he worked her in a painfully slow tease that had to be wreaking havoc with her body by now.  Her thighs were shaking as she tried for more friction.  At one point she reached down to touch herself but Bucky drew her hand away, nipping at her fingertips with his teeth.

“You wanna come yet, doll?”

She was holding her breath, really working for an orgasm that he was purposefully withholding, her whole body tense and invested in this one release.  He knew it was a dick move but it would feel so much more intense when she finally did.  She let go of the air in her lungs all at once as if giving up.

“Yeah.”  She sighed so roughly it was almost a sob.  “Can you?”

“Sure, doll.”  He said with a kiss to her thigh.  “I think you’re about ready to pop.”

Her skin was flushed red from her chest up to her face and her body was racked with deep shuddering breaths.  He’d ruined her just with his hand, and was about to do more.  There was no way she was ever going to forget what Bucky Barnes was capable of.

 Bringing his left hand from where to had been pressing her thigh open he brought his fingers to her swollen but neglected clitoris, where he stroked her firmly, applying pressure where it was needed.  She was so sensitive she practically bucked off the bed as he circled slowly.

Izzy cried out, clenching down on his fingers so hard he could barely bend them enough to beckon forth the orgasm she wanted, needed and most definitely deserved.  But bring her off he did with the slow pull of his fingers inside her and the firm pressure circling her clit.

It was the best sound he’d ever heard, so genuine, so perfect, so her.  The gasps and moans that fell from her lips had him ready to come himself, if not for the discomfort he felt in his jeans then maybe he could have.

He worked her gently through it until her body twitched in response to hypersensitivity.  She was practically sobbing, tears streaming down her face and she lay there shaking.  Her arm was draped over her eyes and she rolled onto her side forcing him to withdraw his hand.  She was still spasming inside.

Yeah, that was a good one.

“Hey.”  Bucky laid his hand on her hip.  “You ok there?”

She didn’t speak, only gasped for air.

Jesus, he really had ruined her.  He felt guilty, for pushing her so close to the edge and holding her there so long.

“Talk to me Izzy.”

“I… I’m…”  Her voice was thick and rough as she tried to speak through shuddering breaths.  “I’m good.” She said finally.

“If you wanna stop, I don’t mind.”  He said and he meant it.  Yeah sure they had a rule now that said they both had to get off but he could choose to leave it if he wanted.  He could knock one out in the shower or something later, it was no big deal.  He already felt like he’d gotten the best gift ever.

“Just gimme a sec.” She moaned.

Bucky laughed, staying where he was, knelt on the floor at the foot of the bed.  He didn’t think he could move right then anyway without snapping his cock off.

“That good, huh?”

It was her turn to laugh. A giddy kind of ironic laugh.

“It was alright.”  She quipped.

“I suppose you can handle another?”  Bucky taunted her.  He’d do it too.

“I suppose you think you can deliver?”

“Oh, darlin’ you’ve got no idea.”  He popped the button on his jeans and dropped the zipper before standing up.  His legs were a little weak from being cramped up for so long but he wasn’t going to show her that.

She watched him undress, lust-filled eyes tracing every line of his body until he dropped his shorts to the floor, freeing his cock.

Bucky knew he was pretty well off in the penis department.  Guys always knew if they were below average and Bucky was definitely not.  He wasn’t monstrously big but he had good deal going on down there, and no complaints made against him so far.

“Wow!”  Izzy’s eye went wide.  “You kept that to yourself, didn’t you?”

Bucky blushed, eyeing her coyly.

“You ready for me now?” He teased her, swiping his tongue across his upper lip in a subconscious show of eagerness.

“Yeah.”  She sat up.  “You got the thing?”

“Oh!”

He scrambled to get his wallet out of his jeans pocket.  One condom, that was all he carried, just in case.  He tossed it onto the comforter beside her and grabbed her feet, pulling her to the end of the bed with him, making her squeak unexpectedly.

“You’re fucking gorgeous.” This was the first time he’d ever told her that, without it being words of comfort for a broken heart, or a personal crisis.

“Shhh.”  She was embarrassed.  “No displays of affection.”

Nodding, he drew her to her feet and slid one hand up the inside of her thigh to the wetness that was smeared all over her labia and legs.  One quick tease was all he gave before he brought his fingers into his mouth, eyes rolling closed as he tasted her with a moan.

He trailed his fingers over her lips, offering her the mixture of her own flavour and that from his mouth.  She opened up and he pushed his index finger over her tongue where she swirled and teased his digit eagerly, maintaining eye contact.

“Unbelievable.”  He groaned pulling himself free with a pop from her lips.  “You sure you want this?”

One final ask, just to be sure.  He wasn’t even sure if they could go back after what they’d already done but once they fucked that would be it, no returning to how things had been, not ever.

“I want this.”  She reached down and took him in hand, stroking leisurely, getting a feel for him.

The condom went on in a fumble of fingers and awkward stroking.  He let her do it so she could get a better sense of him.  When she ran her finger around the tip he twitched so hard she grinned.

“Lie down.”  She watched the play of muscles in his chest and stomach as he scooted back on the bed, lying flat with one of her pillows under his head as well as both of his hands.  He put himself at her mercy.

 Bucky felt like he’d died and gone to heaven as she crawled up the bed seductively, making a show of arching her back and swaying her hips as she went.  With her knees on either side of his hips she positioned herself over his cock, letting the tip rest her entrance.  She maintained just enough pressure to keep him there but not sink down on him.  There she rocked her hips in tiny motions that added a little extra pressure that sent a thrilling tingle down his cock and into his balls.

He watched her intently, tongue playing slowly on his lips, lost in concentration and the sight and feel of her.  She was nothing less than flawless.  He always knew she would be.  Perfectly smooth thighs straddling him. Soft rounded hips so ready to wreck him like he had done to her.  Glorious breasts that fit so perfectly in his hands it was like they were made for him. And her beautiful face, watching his reaction to the slightest thing she did.

A little more pressure and the tip of his cock popped inside, causing her to suck in a hissing breath.  Bucky remained still and let her work with what she had.  She bounced a little, pushing herself further.

“Fuck, Izzy!”  He moaned as she constricted him.  Jesus she was tight.  “Relax a little.”

“I am relaxed.” She smiled, rolling her hips a little more confidently.

She clenched down on him sending a sharp stab of incredibly intense pleasure through his whole abdomen, earning her a loud cursing groan in some language she’d never heard him speak before.

“Sorry, what?  I didn’t quite catch that.”  Smug, she did it again.  “This is what unrelaxed feels like.”

 Now she was fully seated, her thighs spread over his, she slid her hips back, drawing his cock back at an intense angle and with a smooth thrust forward she impaled herself on him again, sighing with pleasure.

With each stroke she brought him closer and closer to the edge.  She felt fucking amazing and she knew it.  The gasps and moans he made telling her a story of how to play him best, and she read him well.

Speeding up she leaned back, resting her hands on his knees for balance as she ground herself on his cock relentlessly.  It wasn’t frantic but it wasn’t slow either, she knew what she wanted from him and by god she was going to get it, and likely ruin him at the same time.

He reached for her, hands cupping her breasts and thumbing her hard nipples.  She faltered in her rhythm when he pinched her a little too hard but he felt the spasm of pleasure around his cock.  

Yeah, she really liked that.

Soon he was close. Too close.  And she seemed to be holding back a little.  His thumb on her clit fixed that and she gripped him tight as he circled her quick and light.  He could feel the intensity rising as she came around him, crying out.  Her hips slowed as she lost all of her energy to the orgasm that was coursing through her.

Bucky gripped her hips and used the loss of her control to push and pull her onto him, thrusting up hard he fucked her through her orgasm and into his own.  Hips stuttering as pleasure shot him through and he pulsed inside her with a strangled moan.

 She was already a boneless puddle collapsed and dozing against his chest, and he wanted nothing more than to hold her against him and cherish her until she came back to herself. But rules.

He wanted to kiss her and tell her she was amazing.  But rules.

He stroked his hands down her back as he softened and slipped free of her.  Rolling them both over he made sure he got the condom before there was more mess than there needed to be.  He felt warm and fuzzy, bathed in an afterglow he could honestly say he’d never felt.  Maybe it was something to do with her, maybe it was the two of them together, but this felt different to him.

 Izzy looked serene as she lay on her side, curled up.  Her eyes were closed and fluttered lightly as she drifted further into a deep sleep.  He didn’t have the heart to disturb her. She was fine, breathing normally, just overwhelmed by feeling, or maybe it was the numbness after everything that she had succumbed to.

Bucky watched her for several long minutes before pulling the comforter over her so she wouldn’t wake up freezing.  He got dressed in a daze, not quite believing what he’d done.  What they’d done.  One thing was for sure though, there was no way his lust for her would ever go away. Any hope of that happening went out of the window when she stripped his t-shirt from him and kissed his chest.

 A glass of water left on her bedside table and a quick scout around to make sure that he hadn’t left anything behind then he was leaving her apartment and leaving her behind.  With the promise of ‘next time’ he felt jubilant but also scared.

The tattoo that Bucky has on his chest looks a little something like [this] despite being an arm tattoo.

[tellywoodtrash]

khkt 23.09.19 lb

good lord rohit, you're so terrible at small talk.

sona is me, when my doctor friends talk at me about their doctor-y life.... (’uh.... that sounds bad. or good, idk, i'm gonna wait till the tone of your voice gives me a hint about how to react.’)

"PEHLE TUM" BOLKE STOP INTERRUPTING HER. SHE’S TRYING TO BREAK UP WITH YOU; STOP DISTRACTING HER WITH YOUR BIG, WARM, STUPID, SURGEON HAND AND EARNEST PUPPY FACE.

"itna toh kar hi sakti hoon tumhare pyaar ke liye." ohohohohohoh double meaninggg.

clarification. she meant RAIMA. she doesn't love you or anything ok. she's not making eye contact coz the decor of this room really is quite exquisite, never noticed it before this, no other reason, nope.

SHE WAS TRYING TO TALK, WHY DID YOU HAVE TO INTERRUPT WITH “MAIN BHI”, JUST TO SAY "PEHLE TUM" AGAIN? GOD ROHIT. YOU’RE SUCH A DUMBASS.

lmao toss kar lete hain. haan chalo bhai, yeh bhi kar lete hain.

the hope in his eyes as he does the toss.

LMAO WHERE THE COIN DISAPPEAR TO??????/

toh yeh ‘ladies first’ funda pehle bhi toh apply kar sakta tha......

hein? what's this weird distracting music????

spit it outtttttttttt girl.

yaaaaaaas. lagi na dil ko? lagi na????? good. thoda sa tadap.

"humein breakup kar lena chahiye."

shit. his face. it's mostly placid but he's fucking devastated. FUCK HOW IS HE DOING THIS WITH HIS FACE????

"kuch bologe nahi?"

oh crap, my heart. it hurtssssssss.

seeing his reaction, she’s unsure if she did the right thing.

lol yeah i don't think he's going to wanna say his thing now, sona.

uh huh sure, breakup waali cheez is what you wanted to talk about too. that's why you look like someone reached into your chest and tore your stupid heart out and stomped on it repeatedly.

“it was nice dating you.”

pls, not even one orgasm out of this whole thing. khaak nice???? all the shit parts of a relationship and none of the fun, that’s what you two had.

you guys, yeh nakli waala breakup hai. itnaaaaa bhi kyun dil pe le rahe ho??

oh boy, do pal has also started playing. kuch zyaada hi srsly le liya tum logon ne.

nakli breakup se yeh haal ho rakha hai, jab raima naam ki bomb aa dhamkegi, tab kya hoga tum logon ka???

ooooooooh yesssssss deepa chachi, read him for filth!!!!!

"sudhar jao warna...."

ohhhhhhhhhhh look who believes in the sanctity of marriage and family now!!!!!

this is a deepa chachi fan blog from now on.

omg chutku's here. yessssss, ab aayega mazza.

i relate with ajit's bhaaaaaaaari frustration with his dumbass older brother. rohit, why are you like this?????

lmao ajit's finally lost the last fuck he gives. time to scare the shit outta bhai with hypotheticals.

looooooooooooool.

aksdjhsakjfhdkfjdsh the look at the tummy hahahahaha

ajit is on a rolllllllll. ainvayi mein thoda banda marketing mein hai, creativity uski rag-rag mein hai!

“mama????” aflkjglkdjglkfdjglkjflgkjfglk

ACHCHA DOCTOR SURGEON THA. BECHAARA. AKELE HI MARR GAYA. lmaooooooooooo.

iski shakal dekho, jaise abhi se maut aayi hui hai.

"aap jo yeh kar rahe ho, woh hai nonsense!"

CHUTKUUUUUUU TOH CHAAAAA GAYA AAAJ. I LOVE HIM THE MOSTTTTTTTT. 

APNI KHUD KI BEWAKOOFI KE LIYE MERE CHUTKU PE KYUN CHADH RAHA HAI, HEIN???????? BEGHAIRAT INSAAN.

coin dikhaaaaaaaaaaaa! coin dikha!!!!!!

ASJDKSAKJHDSAKDHASK ROHIT. YOU FUCKING ADORABLE IDIOT.

oh god. ohhhhhhh shit. this auntyji is bad news.

pooja is me having to meet with random rishtedaar.

abbe oh, abhi tak boyfriend banne bhi nahi ho aur abhi se "kis se baat kar rahi hai??"

you're lucky you're cute rohit, coz you're kind of an overbearing shit.

"toss main jeeta tha."

this fucking idiot, my god.

LOL EXPLANATION BHI DE RAHA HAI ABOUT THE WHOLE THING, KI FUR KI CARPET THI ISS LIYE AWAAZ NAHI AAYI, ETC. KYA BANDA HAI YEH, KASAM SE?!? 

lmaooooo a tiny break to exhort ravi and shankar to do apna apna kaam.

"pata nahi kaisi feelings hain, par bohut achchi hain."

she was a goner the sec he touched her elbow, but my god, the hope shining in her eyes.

lmaoooooooo.

"i like it. tumhare saath bohut comfortable hoon."

dude, she's a woman, not a nice, sensible pair of work shoes. maybe be a tad bit more romantic?!?

"tum meri...... DOST HO."

ajkflksdfldkjlsfdsj ROHIT SAU JOOTEIN NA MAAROON MAIN TUMHEIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!?!?!?!

ravi bhaiyya is a wholeass mood.

the hope dimmed a bit, but she's still willing to see where this word vomit is going.

"not woh waala best friend ki chill kartein hain, movie dekhte hain... best se better friend. special friend."

ROHIT. JFC. YOU A GROWNASS FUCKING MAN, DUDE. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU??????

good on sona for standing firm on her decision and not falling for.... whatever the fuck this was, lol. if she has to change her mind, his confession has to be waaaaaaaaay more poignant than this.

his face change at the mention of raima.

yessssssssssss. dr. sippy is getting into his hyper element. ab aayegi dil ki baat zubaan pe. this calm, suljha hua front wasn't working anyway.

oh boy, not starting off strong by gin-gin ke doing insult of her profession.

"main kitna lucky hoon ki mujhe itni thoughtful... affectionate...."

haan ab sahi track pe aaye ho. the hope is back in her eyes.

".... FRIEND mil gayi."

RE SATYAAAAAAAAAAAAANAAAAAAAAAAASH.

'bc, iss friendship day pravachan ke liye beech sadak mein rok rakha hai? bada hi chutiya banda hai yeh.’

lol ravi bhaiyya is getting mad. shankar toh is like kya faltoo aadmi hai, chalo tire badalte hain so i can take sonakshi madam away from him asap.

"sona, kab tum meri life ka itna important hissa ban gayi mujhe pata hi nahi chala. dost se zyaada special. dost se zyaada, bohut zyaada."

OMFG ROHIT SPIT IT THE FUCK OUT.

"dost se zyaada, matlab?"

"matlab tum kitna bolti ho??!?!?" aslkdjdslkfjflkdsj dumbass, this is not the way to get the girl, by berating her!!!!

"mera flow toot jaata hai, main kitna prepare karke aaya hoon!" awwww le, idiot.

"ab main yeh naatak nahi karna chahta. tumhari bohut khaas jagaah hai mere dil mein."

finally. fucking finallllllllly.

lol at him doing inventory of his own faults, to warn her about what she's getting into.

"not like-like... like. just... like. y'know?"

no. we don't know. spit it the fuckkkkk out you dumbass.

"main tumhe like-like nahi karti?"

FUCK SHE TURNED THE TABLES ON HIM, ITNI DER SE YEH BEWAKOOF BADD-BADD KIYE JAA RAHA THA AND SHE JUST SMOOTHLY TOOK OVER AND MADE IT ABOUT HER. WE STAN A SELF-ASSURED, ASSERTIVE, CONFIDENT QUEEN.

WHAT IS THIS TERRIBLE MUSIC????????? IT’S LEGIT KILLING THE MOOD.

KISS HER KISS HER KISS HER JUST KISS HER ALREADY KISSSSSSSS THE GIRLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL GODDAMNIT!!!!!!!

OMGGGGGGGGGGG NO PRECAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP WHY MUST YOU TORTURE US SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[insomniacandtired]

Opportunity

I decided to try out making an idol/reader. I'm not sure if I'll make anymore, since I still don't fully like them, but if like to know what you guys think about it.

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You felt yourself being pulled into the apartment, doing your best not to panic. Here you were, face to face with one of your favourite idols ever, and she was pulling you into her home as naturally as if she had known you for years.

If this was a dream, you didn’t want to wake up.

You let her wordlessly push you into a plush armchair. Facing directly opposite you was a pretty large couch, but the only person sitting on it was Hara, trembling like a leaf. You made a move to see if she was okay when Gyuri put a hand on your shoulder, trapping you in place.

“Girls!” she called, and you could almost hear the grin on her face. “We have a guest!”

The other two members came in only a few seconds later, making it seem like they had just been waiting for their cue. They sat flanking Hara, but neither of them even blinked an eye at her condition.

“So, here’s the deal,” Gyuri murmured in your ear. “We want you to do something for us, but you can’t say a word about what happens here, okay?”

You nod easily. You hadn’t planned on telling anyone you met Kara anyways, since the location of their home wasn’t public knowledge. You felt…proud, knowing you were probably their only fan to have been inside their home.

Gyuri smiled at your agreement, gesturing with her free hand. Hara rose and walked over, every step looking painful as she staggered and stumbled. All your excitement was lost, replaced with worry. What had happened to her, and why weren’t her members caring in the slightest? You were starting to get a bit mad at their dismissal, only for it to be wiped away as Hara drops heavily into your lap.

(Really, you could barely feel her weight, but the drop looked pained.)

An odd feeling stirred in your chest as she tucked into your torso, the height difference never more plain. You had always been on the taller side, meaning the crown of her head tucked neatly under your chin. Her hands gripped your shirt near the collar, and this close you could hear the breathy little gasps she was letting out.

“What’s wrong with her?” you ask, arms instinctively coming up to curl protectively around her frame.

Gyuri chuckles, scratching Hara’s nape fondly. You don’t miss how Hara squirms away from the touch. “Our little baby here’s just a little tense,” she said, but you could tell from her tone that that wasn’t the whole story. She leans in close to whisper, and you suddenly remember your close proximity with two of your favorite idols. You fight the blush from rising to your face, but you can feel your ears getting a bit too warm.

“We’ve been edging her for the past three weeks,” Gyuri reveals, and your eyes go wide as dinner plates. “She only gets to come today if you let her.”

You look to Hara, and the trembling suddenly makes a lot more sense. Your arms tighten unconsciously, making her whimper.

Gyuri smirks, letting go of you to go and claim Hara’s seat. Seungyeon speaks up, voice low and heavy. “You have no restrictions. Call her whatever you want, do whatever you wish to her. But don’t let her come too early. Make her work for it.”

Youngji giggles, a wicked smirk on her lips. “Go wild!” she encourages.

You look down to Hara and grasp her chin, making her look up at you. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

A shudder passes over her, and she nods frantically. Her breathing is heavy and her eyes are unfocused, and you can feel yourself getting more turned on by the second. Regardless, you have the permission you need.

You tug her shirt up, a simple pink tank top, waiting for her to lift her arms to get it off entirely. She’s not wearing anything underneath, treating you to the sight of her small breasts, rosy tipped and perfect. Your thumbs brush over her nipples, making her squeak in embarrassment. The reaction makes you grin, and you duck down to nibble at her neck while you tease her.

The combination has her panting, clutching at your head like it was her only anchor in a hurricane. Her grip was weak, though, making you huff out a laugh.

You’ve had experience edging girlfriends in the past, so you knew when she was getting close. The moment her body locked up, you backed off, taking the impending orgasm with you. It takes a moment for her to realize what you did, and she’s crying as soon as she does.

“Why?” she wails, sobbing into your throat. It’d be heartbreaking if it didn’t turn you on so much.

You stroke her spine, soothing her with quiet shushes and murmurs. It takes a few minutes for her to settle down, finally looking up at you. “You’re only allowed to come if I say so, okay babygirl?”

She pouts, and you want to give in, but you hold firm. Finally, she nods. “Okay.”

You give her a smile, kissing her forehead. Reality hits you again. You woke up this morning expecting nothing but another day delivering packages. Somehow, that evolved to having your way with the Goo Hara.

What the fuck was your life right now?

The shorts she was wearing were riding up, showing off her lack of underwear. The sight entranced you, and you slid your finger down the seam before you realized what you were doing. Her breath hitched, and before you knew it she was grinding down on your hand. You smirked, pressing into her with enough force to make her cry out. She looked up at you with watery eyes, making you coo.

“Hara-yah,” Seungyeon called, reminding you that the others were still there. You looked up to see Gyuri and Seungyeon staring at you with half open eyes, while Youngji was openly touching herself under her skirt. “Are you being a good girl?”

Hara whimpered out a “Yes.”

Gyuri hummed. “I don’t think you are. Good girls give kisses, don’t they?”

Hara perked up immediately, diving for your face and pressing sweet little kisses all over your face. Deciding to help, you angled yourself so she could access your lips. The kiss you got was long, gentle, and perfect, so much so that you forgot about your situation entirely. It became all about her.

She tasted like chocolate.

When you pulled away, she smiled hopefully. “Can I please come? Haven’t I been a good girl?”

You shake your head, petting her softly as she starts to pout again. “Not just yet, baby. We haven’t even gotten to the main course, yet.”

“But I wanna co~me!” she whines, bouncing in your lap. She was acting more excitable than earlier, making you wonder if it was because of the kiss. The sudden slap to her ass makes her still, a shocked squeak escaping her lips.

“Be good,” you warn, “or I won’t let you come at all.”

Her eyes go wide, and she shakes her head nervously, instantly settling back down. You almost miss the bubbly personality but having Hara’s complete obedience is way too much of a rush to not abuse.

You stroke her thighs, making her unconsciously spread her legs wider for you. Gripping her hips, you lift her to her feet. Her hands ball up under her chin, and you want nothing more than to kiss her again, but you refrain. Instead, you press your lips to her tummy. She cooed, and you can feel her abs shiver. Your thumbs hook under the hem of her shorts, slowly dragging them down over the curve of her ass and her slender legs.

She was completely bare, and you could see the dew gathering. You longed to taste it, but you had a plan first.

Keeping your hold on her, you bend Hara over your lap. She’s squirming in embarrassment, but a solid smack to her ass made her still. You move her hair out of her face, but she catches it, gripping your fingers and holding your hand close to her face. You let her take her comfort, stroking the back of her thighs.

“Stay quiet for me, baby,” you say, admiring the sight of the perfect little idol in your lap. “Remember, no coming unless I tell you to.”

Your hand slips up her thigh, teasing at her entrance. She presses the back of your hand to her mouth, muffling the little whimper she let out. You decide to allow it. Your fingers stroked at her lips, flicking over her clit, your touch feather light. In seconds, she was gasping and trembling, doing her best to stay quiet and utterly failing. You didn’t care to punish her. The idea of making Hara lose herself was far too enthralling to make her stop.

Again, the moment she started to come, you stopped. She sobbed, kissing your knuckles to try and distract herself.

As you let her calm down, you glanced back up at the other couch. Youngji was now seated in Gyuri’s lap, bare as the day she was born as Gyuri played with her. Seungyeon was playing with herself, grinding down on her hand with a fervour. It seemed you weren’t the only one affected by what you were doing to Hara.

Once Hara was still again, you shifted her, letting her bury her face in your chest again. You massaged between her shoulder blades, helping her calm down.

“There’s a good girl,” you murmur, kissing her temples. “You’ve been so good for me…would you like to come, babydoll?” She nods desperately, her grip on your shirt tight. It makes you grin. “Ask nicely, then. Give me a reason to make you come.”

She looked up at you, lower lip trembling with desperation. “Please…Please! Please let me come! I’ve been a good girl, I swear!”

“Are you sure you want to come?”

“Yes…please!”

You smirk. Right now that was her answer, but you’d see if that’d stay the same. Without another word, you lift her onto your shoulders. Her thighs wrap around your head, and the feel of her silken skin on your face nearly makes you moan.

You attack Hara with your lips, making her writhe so much that she had to grasp your head for balance. She cries out, doing her best not to fall as you hold her in place.

It only takes a couple minutes before she’s arching back, nearly screaming into the air as she came. She nearly falls from your shoulders, so you help her down, letting her curl up in your lap as you massage her tummy.

She looks up at you, eyes wide and watery. Innocent. “Thank you…” she murmurs, followed closely after by a tiny little yawn.

You laugh, caressing her cheek for a moment before grasping her jaw in an iron grip. You snarl. A sadistic gleam enters your eye as you snarl.

“You really think we’re done, princess? We’re not finished until you can’t even remember your own name. I’m going to ruin you, and you’re going to thank me for it.”

There was a flicker of fear on her face for a moment before your fingers were back inside her. She cried out, nearly in pain from how turned on she was. You grin viciously, savagely pumping her until she was coming again. She was panting, trying to catch her breath as she clutched at your wrist desperately.

“Please…” she whispered. “I…I can’t…”

You say nothing as you start again.

[hobisolostan]

85 question tag thing 🏹

tagged by: @sleepbugs (ilu !!! 😙)

rules: answer these 85 statements about yourself, then tag 20 (lmao funnyyyy) people

tagging: uhmmmmmmmmmmm @libraop @justinsgf @lilchims @namugf @brightjoon @moon9oddess @joonsgoth

last:

1. drink: h2o 

2. phone call: my mom

3. text message: my yearbook group chat .. its just spams from my friend cause she’s touring Europe ALONE , lucky bitch

4. song you listened to: always you - astro (stan talent !!!) 

5. time you cried: two days ago ish

ever:

6. dated someone twice: no

7. kissed someone and regretted it: what is this kiss?

8. been cheated on: no

9. lost someone special: yea

10. been depressed: is this a question?

11. gotten drunk and thrown up: no

12. favorite colours: blues/neutrals 

in the last year have you:

15. made new friends: yup!!

16. fallen out of love: no

17. laughed until you cried: yea ig ?? not like crying with tears streaming down my face but definitely a few tears slipped out 

18. found out someone was talking about you: o yea

19. met someone who changed you: yup

20. found out who your friends are: lets not go there :)

21. kissed someone on your facebook friends list: nope

general:

22. how many of your facebook friends do you know irl: all of them ??? stranger danger kids dont friend people u dont know irl

23. do you have any pets: skjfl i wish :(( 

24. do you want to change your name: no actually, as much as i hate when it gets mispronounced and not like even a tiny mispronunciation, it literally gets butchered :) , it has a lot of ties and significance to my culture which is important to me

25. what did you do for your last birthday: my friend whom i would die for (the one in Europe rn) invited me over to her place and her and two other friends planned surprised gifts and hot pot ! her mom literally paid for all the ingredients akfdskjl i love her sm :(( 

26. what time did you wake up today: 7 am, my body she just did it ? idk lol

27. what were you doing at midnight last night: watching a horror movie

28. what is something you can’t wait for: MONSTA X CONCERT TOMORROW AKFSJD;LF IM SO MFCKING EXCITEDDD GONNA SEE ALL MY BABIES 🤩🤩🤩🤩

29. what are you listening to right now: aint nobody takin my baby - russ

30. when was the last time you saw your mom: this morning

31. have you ever talked to a person named tom: no

32. something that gets on your nerves: narrow-mindedness, arrogance, ignorance, when ppl chew with their mouth open skfsjldfjs

33. most visited website: definitely between tumblr and youtube 

34. hair colour: black

35. long or short hair: short, it’s just below chin level rn sklfjsld

36. do you have a crush on someone: u ask me when hoseok is right ... there ?

37. what do you like about yourself: uh my lips and dimples and the fact that I’m pretty self-driven 

38. want any piercings: more like need ????? ive been wanting double helix piercings for the longesstttt time. might get some this year .. hopefully

39. blood type: i literally dont even know sklfjskd but its definitely a or b or ab since my parents are a combination of those 

40. nicknames: utshee ? just my normal name but instead of the ending ah sound its an “e” as in the letter e lol and then ironically its usa, long back story id rather not get into lol. shira if ur reading this u know 😔

41. relationship status: married to hoseok obviously

42. zodiac: this is virgo solidarity !!! 

43. pronouns: she/her

44. fave tv shows: dont really watch tv shows anymore tbh but the last good one i can remember was supernatural but its .. been awhile lmao

45. tattoos: nooooooo , i want a few small ones tho one day when im of age

46. right handed or left handed: normal regular righty 

47. ever had surgery: nope, i did fracture my arm once tho when i was like uh 2-3 

48. piercings: 2! just regular earlobe piercings, one on each

49. sport: volleyball, lacrosse, and gymnastics i did for a while competitively. i also love ultimate frisbee and long distance running on my free time

50. vacation: i havent been out of country since i came here to the states ksdjsdf my family just isn’t one of those that take family trips, at least out of country 😔ig my last family vacation was 2016 winter break where we drove down to las vegas and arizona to see the grand canyon. it was so damn cold omg

51. trainers: um i have superstars and two pairs of nikes that i wear on the daily. i really want some new van slip ons tho ugh 

more general:

52. eating: i eat literally everything lmao, im one of the least picky eaters tbh but i prefer seafood over meat. i still like and eat meat but sometimes id just .. rather not lol

53. drinking: water !!!!!!!!!! ( i down a good 10 cups at least everyday) i also love boba so much omggg u dont understand but i really do try to limit myself 😔

54. i’m about to watch: perfect man jimin focus skdjfklsdf jimin stans raise up for ur national anthem !!!!!

55. waiting for: college apps to be over even tho they technically havent opened yet akfjds;lfs

56. want: to go into my career field with zero in debt so basically impossible but a girl can dream :( 

57. get married: yea if it happens sure

58. career: medical !!! looking into anesthesiologist but im not set on anything, just wanna do Doctors Without Borders as my end career goal 😔

which is better:

59. hugs or kisses: kisses pls 

60. lips or eyes: eyes bc they just convey sooo much about a person but also pls ... if ur lips are as cracked as the sidewalk outside of my house we’re never smooching 

61. shorter or taller: definitely taller, also wanna be the little spoon during cuddles so yea

62. older or younger: older for sure because i look at the underclassmen and shudder in disgust bc they’re ur typical overgrown yet immature high school students. honestly dont know wtf happened to selecting genuine students to enroll into our school but skfjsdfjs im out of there in less than a year so whatever

63. nice arms or stomach: arms bc i like tummies but if u have abs i dont mind either

64. hookup or relationship: can’t really see myself doing hookups so relationship

65. troublemaker or hesitant: depends? i definitely want a playful relationship but they should know when their behavior is verging on immature so ig slightly  leaning on the more hesitant side

have you ever:

66. kissed a stranger: no

67. drank hard liquor: o yeaaa, new years eve and home alone with my in-college cousin lmaoo

68. lost glasses: I LOST MY FIRST PAIR IN 5 MONTHS AND I STILL DONT KNOW WHERE THEY ARE ???? i had to buy another pair after begging my parents for a good 2 months bc the first pair were so mfcking expensive ksfjsld tbh the ones i wear right now are a lot cuter tho so 

69. turned someone down: yes

70. sex on first date: no

71. broken someone’s heart: maybe ? dont know to the extent the other person liked me so

72. had your heart broken: no

73. been arrested: no

74. cried when someone died: yea

75. fallen for a friend: yea 

do you believe in:

76. yourself: love urself right hahha :)) lmao im trying ig

77. miracles: hmm sure 

78. love at first sight: idk depends, im neutral. definitely think theres more to it tho

79. santa claus: no, wish i was still at that age where i did 

80. kiss on first date: hmm depends

81. angels: yea

other:

82. best friend’s name: i have two: one’s andreana and the other is sybil (the one who left me here to die while she went to europe yea, love that betrayer)

83. eye colour: dark brown

84. fave movie: was gonna say black panther but thats too much of a popular opinion so the ritual ?? its a horror movie which i love so much omg fljsd and it was surprisingly good ??? definitely have not said that about a horror movie in the longest time bc the newer ones are always so cringy and predictable 

85. fave actor: mistre kim seokjin of course 🤩🤩

[saltypetai]

Tag game

I was tagged by @mangplushie​

last

drink: water 💦💦

call: Sasa a week ago but I tried calling Anna today but she was at work :(

text: It was with Anna lol “:(” and the previous text “:((((( I miss u” lol I’m a clingy bitch

song you listened to: Downtown by Anitta and J Balvin

time you cried: around 15 minutes ago

have you ever

dated someone twice? no

kissed someone and regretted it? no

been cheated on? no

lost someone special? yes

been depressed? yes

gotten drunk and thrown up? no

favourite colours: violet, lemon yellow, mustard yellow, walnut brown

in the last year have you

made any new friends? yes

fallen out of love? yeah with bts i’m sorry

laughed so hard you cried? yes

found out somebody was talking about you? Yeah my friends made a gc organising my surprise bday party I  s o b b e d also madina said she was talking with a group of people who she said she could not say the names of but they were talking about how much they loved me and my hort: hurts

met someone who changed you? Anna changed my life honestly

found out who your friends were? ig lol

kissed someone in your fb friends list? platonically

general

how many people from your fb friends list do you know in real life? honestly I can’t remember most of the people I met in my school in Malaysia JSJHGDJ I see all these names and I’m like huh????? 

do you have any pets? my stepmum has three cats

do you want to change your middle name? never it’s my muslim name and also my mum chose it and it’s the prettiest name ever

what did you do for your birthday last year? I just stayed at my grandparents’ house but my aunt surprised me with a homemade cake and I cried

what time did you wake up today? 10:57 am 😔👊

what were you doing last night at midnight? watching buzzfeed unsolved

what’s something you can’t wait for? to go to uni and to see my brother next year

what are you listening to right now? the waves crashing into the walls of the river bank

have you ever talked to someone called tom? not that I recall

something that gets on your nerves: l**** r** lmao not a fan of her racist comments and how obsessed she is with us. We’re not friends!!!

most visited websites: instagram, twitter, youtube, vlive

hair colour: black (technically dark brown)

short or long hair: i wanna have short hair but I don’t think it’ll suit me

crush on anyone? yeah Donghyuck and Ria

what do you like about yourself? I like my smile and how I’m quite positive (despite me crying all the time lmfao). I like to think I’m resilient

want any piercings? yeah I kinda want a helix

blood type? A+ like my grades hopefully

nicknames? Nidhi calls me Els it’s cute. My family also has some nicknames for me

relationship status: dating Donghyuck obvs

zodiac sign: cancer sun, cancer moon, scorpio rising lmao i’m a weak water bitch

pronouns: she/her

favourite show: I don’t watch much tv but I like Black-ish. Fave kdrama has to be Goblin

tattoos: I’m a halal girl

righty or lefty? righty

ever had surgery? nope

piercings? basic lobe

sports? watersports in general i.e. sailing, kayaking and windsurfing. I also do some nugu martial arts called Tang Soo Do and I got my yellow belt last week

vacation? I’m on holiday right now. My next trip will be to a care home to volunteer. My last trip was Turkey. I would like to go to Japan/Korea with my brother and fam and also Egypt.

trainers? idk i don’t really care about shoes I just get whatever’s comfy since i’m flat footed

eating? nope, I ate pasta though just now for lunch though

drinking? water

about to watch? The Unit, Lilo and Stitch cuz it’s iconic, Jumping Girl and Saving Mrs Go Bong-shil which is long overdue as a Luna stan

waiting for? my school to give me my damn predicted results

get married? No, marriage scares me plus I’m already married to Lee Jong Suk

career? doctor!

which is better

hugs or kisses? I like both but no one kisses me anymore since sophia isn’t around :( HAND HOLDING though... that’s really nice I love that shit. I love holding Anna’s hand

lips or eyes? eyes

taller or shorter? I say I don’t mind but secretly I love back hugs and people resting their heads on mine. I love resting my head on other people’s shoulders when sitting side by side but everyone is too short for me. But I also like Nadia clinging on to me and resting her head on my shoulder so... yeah idk

younger or older? I really don’t care as long as the age gap isn’t too large

nice arms or stomach? stomach. round tummies are cute and so are abs. all tummies are cute

hookups or relationships? I don’t really think I’m ready for a relationship at this stage of my life since I’m always studying or crying over Donghyuck so uh hookup

troublemaker or hesitant? what does this mean????? hesitant i guess??

have you ever

kissed a stranger? no

drank hard liquor? no as I said I’m a halal girl

lost your glasses? yeah it was so sad I never found it in the end

turned someone down? several times, I turned down a marriage proposal once lmfao

had sex on a first date? no

broken someone’s heart? I hope not

had your heart broken? ya big time

been arrested? no

cried when someone has died? yes

fallen for a friend? oof yeah it hurt like a bitch

do you believe in

yourself? yup but sometimes I have my moments

miracles? ye

love at first sight? yeah why not

santa? no

kiss on the first date? yes

angels? yeah

other

best friend’s name: I have a lot of people who I consider as my best friends but anna and sasa deserve an honourable mention

eye colour: brown

favourite movie? s-shrek...

favourite actor? Lee Jong Suk and Kim Go-Eun even though I’ve only watched two of her dramas

I tag: @jaehyooonnssh @fremione @iheartunic0rn @metoo-3  but you odn’t have to do it if you don’t want to 💕

[vixxscifiwritings]

Mission - Birthday Surprise

Characters - Hongbin, OC, VIXX

Warnings - None

Genre - Friendship

Summary - Jieun’s mission for the evening is to distract Hongbin till his surprise birthday party. 

A/N - Happy #BeanDay2k17!

“Hooonnnggbbbbiiiiiiin” Jieun cried, tackling him in a teddy bear hug. “Please go shopping with meeee.”

“Oh god you dramatic child, you can ask me that without manhandling” Hongbin said, pushing his best friend off him.

“Pliz pliz pliz pliz pliz” Jieun sang, jumping about much to everyone else’s amusement.

“Don’t you remember what happened the last time we went shopping together? Also, you look like a jellyfish” Hongbin said. 

“Because I am so flexible?” Jieun asked him, while doing a wave like dance move with her arms.

“Also jellyfish have no brains so…” Hongbin trailed off, only to get hit by Jieun on his shoulder.

“Very funny. Now get ready cause we gotta shop. And wear something nice” Jieun said.

“Why something nice?” Hongbin asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Because sometimes the salesperson gets flustered by how good you look and gives me a discount” Jieun said, unembarrassed by the fact.

“You only want me for my good looks!” Hongbin said, faking a gasp.

“Yes” Jieun replied without any hesitation.

“Why are you both like this?” Taekwoon asked, frowning at the pair.

“Why are you grumpy?” Hakyeon asked, clearly amused by their antics.

“Come on. Let’s go. We are making grandpa grumpy” Jieun said, pulling Hongbin along. Hongbin protested but Jieun kept arguing right back as she pulled him out of the dorms.

“I thought they would never leave!” Sanghyuk exclaimed in relief.

“Okay! Get everything together quickly. Wonshik and Jaehwan will be back with the cake soon and knowing Hongbin and Jieun, they will be back soon after a fight too” Hakyeon instructed as he pulled the box of decorations out from under his bed.

“Can they bring food along as well?“ Taekwoon asked, only to get a pillow in his face from Hakyeon. 

-x-

“What do you want to shop for?” Hongbin asked as they roamed around the market aimlessly. Jieun had led him to random places before doubling back to the main market and he was starting to think that she was lost.

“Uh….” Jieun said, racking her brain to come up with a good excuse. She had not expected to be successful in dragging Hongbin out with such a lousy excuse and hence had not thought very far in the plan.

“You do this every time! How many times have I told you to make a shopping list before you leave?” Hongbin grumbled.

“Okay wise guy, you make a shopping list then!” Jieun shot back.

“How will I make your list?! You are the one who wanted to buy things!” Hongbin pointed out.

“Ah…. I will tell you! Let’s go sit in that cafe and make my list” she sang when she spotted a cafe.

“You are such a bother some days” Hongbin said with a scowl. It was his birthday and a rare off day and here Jieun was, making him run around town when he really just wanted to lay back and play some games on his computer.

“Omg look at all the cute macaroons! Hongbin do you want macaroons?” Jieun asked, tugging on his sleeve excitedly. 

“I’m not supposed to eat sweet things. Diet remember?” Hongbin pointed out.

“You live a sad life. We’ll just get two iced black coffees with no sugar and no cream and no soul then” Jieun told the cashier.

“You can eat macaroons if you want you know” Hongbin told her.

“Nah. I don’t want to anymore”she said, sniffing at them. Hongbin rolled his eyes when he caught her sneaking glances at the one that were shaped like Pusheen the cat and sighed.

“We’ll get two of the cat shaped macaroons too” he added to the order.

“I love you!” Jieun declared, doing a victory dance.

“Yeah yeah” he waved off as he took his wallet out to pay for the coffee and sweets.

“Your girlfriend is very cute. You are lucky” the cashier said, smiling at Jieun. 

“If she was actually my girlfriend then I would be the unluckiest guy in the world” Hongbin said as he took the receipts.

“Heyy!! Just for that, I am eating both the macaroons!!” Jieun replied, smacking him on the shoulder again. Hongbin pretended to look very hurt while reassuring the cashier who apologized profusely over their mistake.

Jieun walked off to find a table and Hongbin followed, dramatically exaggerating how much the punch had hurt. Jieun glared at him and he shut up, grinning at her as they sat down.

“So what do you want to buy?” he asked, waiting for the coffee to be ready.

“Nothing. I don’t want to shop with you anymore” Jieun said with a huff. “I should have taken Sanghyuk along instead of you. We would have eaten more macaroons.”

“Sanghyuk is on a stricter diet because he didn’t want to work out as much” Hongbin laughed.

“We would have eaten it anyways! Who needs abs?! Soft tum tums are much better! They are squishy and they make the best pillows!” Jieun pointed out.

“Would you like me if I had a tummy instead of abs? I thought you were using my good looks for shopping discounts” Hongbin said playfully.

“I would love you if you had a tummy that you let me use as a pillow. One time I accidentally fell asleep on your shoulder and woke up with neck pain, stupid muscles. What even…” Jieun grumbled. Hongbin laughed, causing her to complain even more.

“In any case you are very unlucky because I like you so once your coffee comes you can leave” she told him.

“Maybe I will” he said, pretending to consider it seriously.

“Go. And I hope that Hakyeon gives you a lecture about abandoning your friends. Especially young cute woman like me who are absolutely not safe in this cruel world” she pouted.

“You know Taekwondo. You almost broke Wonshik’s arm when he surprised you once” he said.

“That is beside the point” she said, waving her hands. The conversation paused when a waiter brought their food over. The two thanked him and Jieun pulled both the plates of macaroons to herself. She made sure no one was looking before sticking her tongue out at Hongbin, who took her coffee in retaliation.

“Trade” he suggested, holding her coffee up.

“Bleh, no thanks. I don’t like black coffee. Enjoy your suffering” Jieun said, digging into her macaroon. 

“Jieun!!” Hongbin whined. He did want to try some of the cute looking macaroon now.

Jieun raised an eyebrow at him and considered giving him the macaroon. They had a stare off before she relented and passed his plate to him and took her coffee.

“Oh wait! Let’s take a picture! The lighting is nice and the macaroon is cute!”Jieun said, hitting his hand to make him drop the macaroon. Hongbin groaned as she fished her phone out of her bag. She quickly texted Hakyeon, asking if everything was ready before she could.

“Wait. I am going to find a nice filter for you. Don’t eat till then!” she warned, setting the filters on the app.

“You are going to give me that cat butt filter you like, aren’t you?” Hongbin asked and Jieun grinned.

“It’s a cat’s butt on your face. It’s funny!” she told him. She chose the filter and asked Hongbin to smile but he made a frowning face instead. Jieun took the picture anyways, making him protest.

“Okay okay, no cat butts. I’ll choose a nice filter for the lighting and you hold the macaroon up and make a nice smiling face” she told him as she changed the filters.

“Okay“ Hongbin said. He used the reflection on his face to adjust his hair out of habit before smiling at Jieun’s phone.

“Whoa… so handsome! Now hold the macaroon up too!” she instructed. Hongbin shook his head but followed, used to eccentric photographer requests. He posed cutely with it, cringing once he was sure that she had taken the photo.

“Hehehe, I caught the cringy part too” Jieun said. She saw a notification with Hakyeon’s reply saying they were ready.

“I wanna see” Hongbin said, reaching for her phone. 

“No!” Jieun yelled in panic before swatting his hand away. Hongbin looked at her, feeling confused by the extreme reaction.

“I mean, I am sending you the photos. Use your own phone” she said, hastily swiping away the notification.

“You are such a strange child” Hongbin said, finally getting to eat his macaroon.

“Yeah. You are right. We are a very strange bunch of friends. I suggest we completely forego the shopping bit then. I don’t want to bear you for another second more than necessary” Jieun said, sipping on her iced coffee.

“Does that mean that my surprise birthday party is set up then?” Hongbin asked, smirking at her.

“Whaa…t” Jieun said, frozen in place.

“Did you think I wouldn’t figure it out?” Hongbin asked. 

“How did you know?” Jieun asked, shocked.

“Because we do this every year for everyone’s birthday. And I saw the box of decorations under Wonshik’s bed when I was cleaning yesterday. It is usually left in the storage room” he explained. “Also, I can always tell when you are lying or hiding something. We have known each other too long.” 

“You are such a spoil sport Lee Hongbin!! Even if you know you should have pretended that you didn’t till the end! I had a heart attack right now!” Jieun cried, clutching her chest.

“Drama queen. Don’t worry, I’ll pretend to be surprised. I am the best actor after all” Hongbin said coolly.

“The best actor in VIXX is Cha Hakyeon” Jieun said in spite as she sipped on her coffee.

“Okay then” Hongbin laughed. He enjoyed the sugary macaroon as he watched Jieun frown at her coffee. 

He did appreciate his friends for trying.

-The End - 

[diyunho]

The Joker x Reader- “Without Wings”

Each villain gets a protective spirit, kind of like a guardian angel but…not really. The Joker is a handful, that’s why nobody wants the job. Lucky him you love challenges so you’ll take him under your wings (so to speak since you don’t have any; it just sounds nice).

When the Ace Chemicals incident happened, The Joker’s guardian just left him, fed up with the difficult task of keeping him out of danger so there was nobody watching over The Clown Prince of Crime. You felt the urge to help and stepped in right away because you absolutely love tough assignments.

He almost drowned in that vat but you pulled him out in time. J didn’t see too much before he lost consciousness: just a shadow he assumed it was one of his henchmen (not too much to see anyway since you’re shapeless). You felt so bad about his misfortune – no villain is supposed to be without protection at any given time. You tried to make it up to him by making his eyes a more intense blue and blessed him with a lot of eerie beauty. A guardian spirit is not allowed to change anything about a villain’s personality so you didn’t.

Holy crap, is it hard to keep him out of trouble or what? He’s so reckless, impulsive and temperamental now you realize why nobody wanted him. But you never lost a villain on your watch and you’re not going to start now.

At the present moment you are very concerned about his girlfriend: she was actually sent to assassinate him and he has no clue. For once somebody got under his skin and it worries you. Things are really getting out of hand: she already tried to kill him twice last week.

When she gave The Joker the poisoned grape juice, you tripped him and he spilled it all over his new suit. Man, he had such a fit and it was fun to watch: you always enjoy his tantrums. When she tried to inject him with the toxin in his sleep, you slapped her hand and she dropped the syringe. You broke it to pieces and she was so intrigued: how can plastic shatter like that?!

Bitch, don’t mess with someone under my safekeeping!!

Tonight she will try again and you are so done! You are seriously considering taking over her body, this way you can watch J all the time: he certainly needs extra care and attention. Last time you did this for somebody was about 200 years ago and you recall you didn’t enjoy your mortal adventure too much. Plus, if you decide to do it, you’ll be stuck like that for a year, then you have only a two days window to go back to the Shadow World. If not, you’ll be confined in the body until it dies.

Not very nice options but it’s nighttime and she will make her move soon.

Shit, might as well.

You materialize by their bed and float there for a while, considering all the alternatives and finally determine:

HERE WE GO!

You open your eyes and blink a few times, adjusting to your new status. The Joker senses you’re wiggling around and moves his hand from your waist to your breasts, mumbling something in his sleep.

Watch it, mortal! And you move his hand lower. J feels that and slides his fingers down your tummy, trying to get inside your bikini.

Seriously, human, keep your hands at home. You move his hand away.

A very low growl and he shoves himself into you, opening his eyes for a few seconds. Since you can see in the dark, you have to congratulate yourself: you did such an amazing job on that shade of blue!

“Why are you still awake, Princess?” J yawns, snoozing shortly after.

I just got here, you want to say but you don’t. You never sleep anyway. You turn towards your protégé and carefully remove the blanket off him to admire that eerie beauty you blessed him with a while ago. Yep, you did very good: that pale skin is flawless and all those tattoos amplify the whole ensemble gorgeously.

The Joker is such a light sleeper: you were cautious yet he felt you move the cover and woke up, reaching over to kiss you.

How weird, you back out a bit and he wraps you in his arms.

“What is it, Doll? Wanna go again? I am tired as hell but I can make an exception for you,” he grins, taking a deep breath.

Go where?! It’s in the middle of the night.

“Nooooo,” you mutter because you can tell he needs to rest. Why would he want to get up and go somewhere?!

“OK then, Pumpkin, just let Daddy know if you change your mind, I’m not gonna let my girl hanging,” he stretches, groping you and placing your arms around his neck, this way his head rests on your cleavage.

“U-hum,” you agree, confused, not having a clue what he’s referring to.

He suddenly kisses you one more time and it irritates you: keep your lips at home, mortal! Such a strange sensation; it’s been forever since you’ve been inside a human body. Very interesting, what is it really?! Without even noticing you kiss him back and he moans, groping you again.

“You’re such a naughty girl, Y/N; come on, let’s go again then, you’re making Daddy all worked up,” he purrs, breaking apart from your lips with his eyes closed.

Where does he want to go?! He’s worn out and it shows.

“We can go tomorrow, um… baby,” (that’s how that woman addressed J and it appeared he liked it).

What’s the rush? Just sleep and you can take me wherever you want in the morning.

“Are you sure, Doll?” he nuzzles in your long hair (well, hers), not really wanting to give up on the opportunity.

“Of course I’m sure, we can go tomorrow, you’re exhausted,” you reply, playing with his green locks, completely oblivious at the meaning of his statement. All these things you feel are overwhelming but so far it’s not as bad as you remember. Probably need to get reused to everything.

“You know we will!” he promises, cuddling to your chest while you keep on caressing that green hair and you have to admit you’re happy he’s going to take you somewhere  fun on your first day as a mortal.

********************

He keeps on staring at you all day, intrigued.

“What is it?” mortal, you want to add but decide to skip it.

“Something about you changed, Doll. You look sooooo beautiful,” he licks his lips, enticed.

Of course I’m beautiful since I blessed this body with my presence, duh. “Did you change your hair?” he evaluates your assets, trying to guess on what it is.

“Nahhh,” you keep on playing with her cellphone, mesmerized. Wow, this is absolutely fabulous! This piece of technology must be the greatest invention ever on the planet!

“Did you change your makeup?” The Joker insists and walks on the street, trying to get in the limo and you follow, scrolling down all those interesting pages on Google, catching up with what’s going on with humanity these days.

“No, baby, I didn’t.”

“What is it then? Drives me nuts! What changed?” J is not even paying attention to the cars passing so close by and he still stands there, keeping the door opened so you can get in.

“Watch out,” you calmly warn, yanking him close to you just in time before a car almost hits him.

“Jesus, that was close!” he cracks his neck and slaps your butt as an encouragement to enter the limousine. “Thank you, Pumpkin.”

“It’s my job”, you admit, not taking your gaze off your phone.

“What was that?” he grins once he gets in the car by you.

“I said no problem,” you repeat, changing your tune. J takes the cell out of your hand and hides it in his jacket.

“Stop playing with it, Princess, and pay attention to me.”

You whimper, unhappy your toy is gone for the moment.

“Tonight you’re in for some special treatment, Doll,” he winks and you lean your head on his shoulder, bored. “I’m in the mood for some crazy stuff.”

“You’re taking me to that place you wanted to go last night?” you innocently inquire.

“Ahhhh, I love it when you tease me, Kitten,” The Joker roars in your ear, biting it.“Daddy will take you to places you’ve never been before,” he slaps your thigh, aroused.

How cool, my human will take me somewhere awesome tonight.

“You swear?” you double check, excited, unaware of what’s in store for you.

“Always,” J pulls on your bottom lip and you move closer to him. “Lemme take a picture of you, Y/N,” he takes out his phone, “I need a new screen saver… … … Hm, I think there’s something wrong with my phone,” he frowns at the image and tries again. “I need a new one,” he puckers his lips, unhappy. “Look!” he shows you the image and you see the dark shadow covering half of your face.

That’s me, silly, you smile and encourage him to take another picture, making sure your ethereal being doesn’t show this time.

“See? I told you there is nothing wrong with your phone,” you giggle and he is very content with the new screensaver of his pretty Doll.

********************                        

Ohhhhhhhhh, so that’s what your villain meant when he said he’ll take you places: probably an understatement anyway. Wow, that was really wild! It seemed he enjoyed himself immensely and you don’t know where you stand yet; can’t say you disliked it though. I guess something else to get used to in a human body, no big deal.

Your head is resting on his abs, your feet high on all the pillows while you examine all the bites and hickeys on your body, not pleased with what J did.

“My God, Y/N, you were so feral !!! You scratched me quite badly, look!” he proudly shows you the marks you left on his pale skin.

You asked for it mortal; you can’t do that to me and get away with it!

The Joker messes with your hair for a little bit, then you try to get up and he won’t let you.

“Hey, Pumpkin, wanna go again?” he purrs, attempting to snatch you but his left hand is still handcuffed to the bed so he can’t move too much.

“Go where?” you pout, not in the mood to get out of the penthouse.

“I love it when you tease me, com’ere!” J signals you with his finger and you crawl on top of him because he seems to like that along with the kissing thing. “You can take advantage of me, hm? Go crazy, I’ll let you!” he lifts his head to bite your neck and you dodge his lips, annoyed:

“You’ll let me??! I don’t need your permission, mortal!” you snarl at him, biting his shoulder, calling him that out loud.

“That’s a good one, Y/N; are we playing roles? I can be the mortal and you can be…”

“Kind of like your guardian angel, no wings though,” you give him an evil glance, actually saying the truth but he wouldn’t know.

“Oh, goody, yeah, that works,” he moans, too horny to concentrate on what just came out of your mouth.

Ohhhhhhh, so that’s what your villain meant by “going again.” You really need to get up to speed with all this earthling talk that seems way to unnecessary complicated sometimes. As soon as you get your cell phone back, you’re on it!

** He wakes up in the middle of the night and distinguishes your body shape by the window, mumbling words he can’t understand and softly chuckling to yourself.

“Prinnncessss,” J whines, rubbing his eyes, “what are you doing?”

“Nothing, go back to sleep, I’ll be there in a minute!” you urge him, taking a deep breath, not thrilled you got interrupted.

You are actually communicating with another protective entity; I guess in human words you could call IT best friend and IT is assigned to safeguard Jonny Frost.

“My mortal needs me, “ you whisper in the Shadow World’s language not meant for human ears anyway. Your “friend” understands and vanishes, not that anybody can see IT to start with; only you have the ability since you’re the same.

You crack a few bones and go to bed, which is dull because you never doze off.

“I can’t sleep without you,” The Joker grumbles, and you oblige, taking him in your arms and squeezing him really tight. You even have one leg around his waist and you cling to his body like there’s no tomorrow.

I like my human, he gets so needy but he can’t help it, you reckon, placing soft kisses all over his forehead; you know he enjoys this kind of stuff. You hug him even tighter and he chokes, coughing a few times.

“Baby Doll, I can’t breathe,” he complains, half gone, and you loosen your embrace a bit.

“You’re a great villain,“ you praise in a very low voice but he can’t really understand since he’s snoozing.

“That’s nice, Kitten,” he mutters and you crush him in your arms again.

I really like my mortal, you smirk with such a devilish smile he cannot see and protectively watch him like a hawk all night, even if you don’t really have to.

*************************

“Watch out,” you smoothly move J with your finger just an inch to his right and the bullet shrieks by his ear, ricocheting in the wall behind.

“What… the hell?!” he snaps at the hostages, pulling his gun out and shooting the rebel officer that dared commit such atrocity. “Anybody else wants to be a hero?!” he screams and has the worst temper tantrum ever during the heist.

Wow, you think, bedazzled.  This is even more fun to witness from so close, certainly one of the greatest villains ever.  

“Y/N, “ he comes in front of you, panting, super pissed from what just happened, “remind me to thank you tonight, yes? We can go as many times as you want,” J winks at you before restarting his rant and wreaking some havoc he makes sure they’ll never forget.

I know what that means, you gasp, proud you learned the difficult subtleties of this planet’s vocabulary.

*******************

“Batsy’s coming, we should go right now,” you tell him, raising your voice so The Joker can hear you over the deafening music in the club.

“No, he’s not, he has no clue about this place,” he keeps you in his lap when you alert of the imminent danger.

“Batsy’s here,” you emotionlessly speak, bored to the maximum and you push him on the floor.“Watch out,” and the explosion in the front of the club makes the ground shake, a few pieces of sharp glass falling right on the spot where he sat a few seconds ago.

“Holy shit, Doll,” J gets all startled, both of you carefully creeping out of the VIP room and take the back exit before things worsen. Batsy really raided the place on a tip from an anonymous source but the evasive King of Gotham was nowhere to be found. AGAIN. How irritating!

**Nothing is going to happen to him under your watch, no way!

His impulsiveness and recklessness gets him in trouble very often, but you can manage: you’ve protected worse before.

One year will just fly by, half is already gone. YOU GOT THIS! **

******************

“Check out my new tattoo, Princess,” J uncovers his shoulder and you gulp, taken by surprise. He got two angel wings on top of your name tattooed on his collarbone. He likes to joke you’re his guardian angel because you bring him good luck. Pretty close, but not quite.

“I …I don’t have wings…but I like it,” you stutter, telling the truth, but The Joker believes you’re being funny.

“Since it seems you are my lucky charm, I thought you would appreciate this more than anything else, am I right?” he licks his lips when he notices how hypnotized you are with his new ink.

“Are you going to be ok when I’m gone?” the unexpected question comes and he rolls his eyes, scoffing.

“Bad mood again?” he wants to know and forcefully pulls you in his arms. “Look what I did for you, be grateful! You’re not going anywhere. Got it?”

I have to, my year will be up tomorrow and I don’t want to be stuck in this body until it dies. You really wish you could explain to The Joker but he won’t understand nor is allowed to know anyway.

“Stop talking nonsense, Doll, you’re making Daddy mad.”

“Why do you keep on calling yourself that?!” you inquire, gazing in his blue eyes.

You really, really did a great job with that shade!

“Because I’m your Daddy and you should call me that more often, you naughty little minx,” he kisses you roughly, grossly groping your butt.

The arrogance this human has! But he’s a good villain, that’s his forte.

*******************************

“Pumpkin, I can’t breathe,” he moans in his sleep and you loosen your embrace again.

You kiss the tattoo he got for you and he squirms a bit, ticklish.

My mortal likes me, you caress his green hair, getting ready to flee the body. She will take over again but won’t remember too much. That woman won’t have a memory of her mission to kill him so J should be safe. Plus, you’ll always watch over him since you are determined not to fail at your task.

“I’m going now,” you whisper and peck his cheek, ready to get out. “Don’t make my assignment of keeping you secure too hard… Daddy,” you softly laugh and he nuzzles in the crook of your neck, growling.

“You’re not going anywhere,” The Joker barely manages to hum.

“You’re awake?” you test the waters, intrigued.

“Nope,” he sniffles because he just heard bits and pieces, being so tired he can’t even wake himself up to properly talk to you.

Batsy chased him for a full hour around Gotham but he managed to escape since you were in the car also. Yeah, strange how he gets away when you are around; a real mystery!

“I have to go but…”

“No,” he opens one eye and since you can see in the dark, you notice.

“Sleep… you won’t even realize I’m gone,” you trace his Damaged tattoo with your index finger and he closes his eye, purring under your touch.

“I would notice…” J yawns, more awake but having a hard time focusing.

“You don’t even know what I’m talking about,” you giggle, amused he’s such a stubborn mule.

“I need my guardian angel,” he grumbles and you squeeze him really hard again, contemplating your choices.

“I don’t even have wings,” you widely smile but he’s in his trance and really speaks without knowing at this point.

“That’s fine…” and then tugs on your t-shirt. “Pumpkin… I can’t breathe…”

Right, you keep on forgetting you hold him too tight. Just being overprotective, that’s all. It’s your job.

I like my human, you grin, wanting to stay because he’s a good villain and I guess won’t be too bad being trapped alongside him in this body.

Heaven knows The Joker needs all the help he can get.

Even if the help doesn’t have any wings.

Also read-MASTERLIST

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[rollertoasteroflife]

Hey get ready for more info abt me than you prob wanted to know

Tagged by @katyaton heyyy I was gonna sleep but you know I love oversharing so here we go!!!

Rules: Answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people. <—pah yeah we all know i’m gonna tag two people...

LAST…

Drink: water, it’s hot and I’m dying

Phone call: Err dunno hang on. apparently it was a missed call who i ddin’t know the number of and didn’t leave a message so I ignored it. Actually spoke to was my Grandma.

Text message: My friend who I’m meeting with tomorrow as I want to drag her along if I get my ear pierced.

Song you listened to: Beyonce’s Flawless. I was having a mid beyonce binge on youtube ok

Time you cried: I was cryingwith laughter earlier because of my research...i posted one of the funny things on here and then the rest were jst stories that I find hilarious. Humanity is a disaster

HAVE YOU…

Dated someone twice: I’ve been on precisely 1 date so nope

Kissed someone and regretted it: Nah

Been cheated on: Have never dated so nope

Lost someone special: Yes

Been depressed: *shoves my nearly 7 years of depression under the rug* no why do you ask??

Gotten drunk and thrown up: Yeah twice. First time I let my drunk friend get me a drink and she just poured abput 7 types of different straight liquors into a pint glass and I drank the whole thing. to be fair it tasted nice but yeah violently sick. 2nd time was after my meds were upped and I didn’t realise it would affect me so badly...I was still drunk and throwing up the next day which was unfortunately my last day of work...my boss didn’t mind though thank god. but yeah i have since learnt that i can have about three drinks and then i have to stop.

Made new friends: Yeah, for someone who is antisocial I have a surprising amount of friends

Fallen out of love: no

Laughed until you cried: All the time. I am very emotional,,,

Found out someone was talking about you: I can’t think of anything but probably? dunno i have an awful memory

Met someone who changed you: Well yeah everyone helps shape you

Found out who your friends are: Don’t really agree with this as a concept, yeah I’ve lost friends but if it wasn’t right for them then no worries. 

Kissed someone from your Facebook list: Does this mean like list of facebook friends? If so yeah, I kiss my friends a lot (not on the lips just like forehead kisses etc i’m affectionate when i want to be shush) and then have also had drunk friends kiss me and just been like aight ok then

Kissed a stranger: One of said drunk friends kissing me I think was the first night I met him?? Not sure

Drank hard liquor: yep

Lost glasses/contact lenses: All the fucking time D: I lost my glasses for over a  day and then found them in the glasses case which i never put them in...i am dumb

Turned someone down: 1 person

Sex on the first date: Nope i haven’t

Broken someone’s heart: I don’t think so?

Had your heart broken: Yes.

Been arrested: Do I seriously seem like I lead that interesting a life??

Cried when someone died: Yes.

Fallen for a friend: ahahah I have this fun thing where once I am very close and comfortable with a friend I can’t work out if I am romantically or sexually interested in them or not as well as caring about them as my friend??? It’s weird and I don’t know how I feel about it. Usually I just ignore it but yeah if any of those friends initiated something I’d probs go with it out of curiosity. I kind of wish it didn’t happen it’s confusing.

Kissed on the first date: no i haven’t

GENERAL

List 3 favorite colors: blue, red and purple

How many Facebook friends do you know in real life: most of them, except like a few friends of friends

Do you have any pets: A dumb cat, an overly excited dog, and 5 chickens

Do you want to change your name: I used to want to change my sirname, I went by a different one when I was younger but as it’s not legally my name we stopped using it. I was going to chage to it when i was old enough to not need parental permission but by then I have wayyyy too much paperwork in this name to be bothered to change it. But yeah my name is annoying and people get confused by it but at this point it’s just fun to mess with them :D 

What time did you wake up: somewhere between 9 and 10??

What were you watching at midnight last night: this damned laptop screen

Name something you can’t wait for: when i can see my dumb cat again

When was the last time you saw your mom: we skyped a few hours ago

What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: I wish I had more control over the symptoms of my illnesses.

What are you listening to right now: my fan whilst my brain is relentlessly singing a mashup of Formation and Flawless-it’s catchy but like i wanna seep in a bit shut up brain

Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: Yeah one of my childhood friends is called tom, we catch up now and then

Something that is getting on your nerves right now: My inability to actually relax and do something fun for simple enjoyment?? I am actually incapable of it

Most visited website: This shit hole

Mole/s: no

Mark/s: I accidentally stabbed myself in my thumb so that has a lovely scar on it as it went through to the muscle. I also have two scars on my face from when I was a toddler but one people don’t really notice as it’s under my nose and the other is mistaken for a dimple as it is literally a small gauge out of my face. i think that’s it?

Childhood dream: Apparently I wanted to play violin to the sharks...I was an odd child...

Do you have a crush on someone: No

What do you like about yourself: I like to think I’m mildly amusing at least

Piercings: ONe in each ear lobe but I’m actually planning on getting another in the top of my left ear tomorrow. shall see if I actually do it hah

Blood type:I don’t actually know?? And apparently you can’t just get them to check despite the fact that I’ve had a blood test so it should be on record?? But yeha I dunno

Nickname: abby is a nick name, also abs, and hoenstly just make a sound near me and I’ll probably answer! I have a lot of very bizarre nicknames and I also respond to insults...i respond to mos t things weirdly

Relationship status: Single

Zodiac:Leo

Pronouns: She/her

Favorite TV show: pushing daisies, yuri on ice, merlin, brooklyn 99, parks and rec, god so many...i watch too much tv....

Tattoos: None but I like them. However have chickened out each time I had an opportunity. I frequently daydream about ones I woould like though.

Right or left hand: Right handed but i can actually use either hand for most things which i great wehn I’m working and one hand gets tired, my uni friends all hate me for it!

Surgery: nah

Hair dyed in different color: Have tried it but my hair doesn’t hold onto dye for more than about two weeks at most. who knows why? not me

Sport: I used to row but not anymore. I practise archery but haven’t been since christmas as I wasn’t well enough to drive there. I want to start up again as I now have a new bow

Vacation: I’m debating joining a friedn in spain for a few days near her birthday but dunno if it will plan out. but like a proper vacation pahaha what do you take me for?? an adult with money???

Pair of trainers: Only have one I actually exercise in as finding ones thta fit is hard as i have odd feet. i also have hiking boots and converses

Current and all-time best friend name: I have had best friends in the past but none have ended well so instead I simply have quite a few close friends ( like seriously I have a lot of poeple that are my friend sand I have no idea why becasue i am a disaster)

Eye color: blue

Favorite movie: errr so many....ever after, mulan, httyd, just so many i can’t think i don’t have favs ok?!

WHICH IS BETTER?

Hugs or kisses: have never really had a proper kiss so imma say hugs as I am secretly an octopus and will wrap myself around people when I want company (legit and I’m not a small person but people let me and it’s nice)

Lips or eyes: Eyes

Shorter or taller: *Both is good gif* both are excellent hugging options

Nice arms or stomach: *has just spent about 3 minutes randomly daydreaming about a variety of nice tummies and arms in detail* erm yes...

Sensitive or loud: Sensitive

Hook up or relationship: Relationship (though the thought of having a relaationship is also terrifying...)

Troublemaker or hesitant: errr fuck ok i am not good at deciding ok arghhh both is good D:

DO YOU BELIEVE IN…

Yourself: *looks at both my low self esteem issues and my tendencies to be supremely arrogant* juries out

Miracles: yes

Love at first sight: no

Santa Claus: Well i used to

Tagging *drum roll* yaaaa guessed it @showmethestarlight and @deaded123

overshare with me, my weird losers

[7fics]

Jackson plays crappy matchmaker for Youngjae and Jaebum, and Youngjae avoids his feelings long enough to hurt Yugyeom.

Warnings: swearing, and some sexual content (not too explicit though)

Word Count: 5.6k+

Author(s): Mia and Chewy

A/N: It’s been a really long time, but our promised fic for our lottery winner from celebrating 2k followers is finally done! Sorry it took so long, but hopefully we’ve done your prompt justice :) 

I tried my best to incorporate the things you wanted. There’s also some yugjae because I have no control over my writing and who pops up in it, as usual. I really hope you like it. 

Tall, polished windows set in gold-yellow sills spanning the length of at least two regular department stores call out to him, whispering in bittersweet chorus. They want him to empty his savings for the month on some stupid party where it will be too dark for anyone to see what he’s wearing anyway. Is he bitter? Yes. Does he have the right to be? Hell yes. His senior Junho told him to come dressed his best, that he should want to make a good impression since a bunch of alumni and other seniors are going to be there. Youngjae isn’t even completely convinced that he wants to be in Kappa Sigma anyway. It just seems like the college thing to do, and Junho may have twisted his arm about it.

Regardless, here he is, walking through the front door of Club Z, cringing at the ding that sounds out and prompts some shoppers to look in his direction curiously. Some couldn’t care either way and return to what they were doing. Others give him looks ranging from amusement to disgust to genuine confusion. It’s obvious his jeans and band t-shirt combo are to be looked down upon here.

Rich, snotty bastards.

Youngjae is very disappointed that there are as many men as women, thus his excuse of being apart of the stereotypically less fashion-savvy gender is useless. Now, walking around cluelessly touching this and that with absolutely no idea of what any of it is or what to pair anything with is just embarrassing.

Adding to his budding headache, just glimpses of the different clothing pieces tell him that he’ll have to be here for hours just to find a semi-decent outfit. He was born as round as a circle, and even though he lost some baby fat in childhood, traces of it harbor his cheeks, making the tiny shirt holes seem like future humiliation. He also has thick limbs and a flat but soft tummy. No abs. No definition. No chance of him looking good in any of the shear due to his slight but soft frame and not an inkling of hope in the crisper button downs because of the aforementioned reason. It was always easier to resign himself to the ranks of the fashion terrorists and call it a day. Not only is he overwhelmed, but he’s confused, and a bit terrified as well.

To make his situation worse, a handsome, well-dressed man is making his way over from across the floor where women were previously fawning over him, giggling and shoving to get their opportunity at stealing his attention. He pays no mind to the glares they cast at him for that.

His real concern is what he’s going to say to the man when he gets there. He can’t say that he doesn’t need any help because he obviously does. He has a shirt and these insufferable looking shorts in his hands that, even to his inexperienced eyes, don’t match at all. The man will see through that lie in a split second and then he’ll have to put his head in a dark hole and wait for lightning to strike him dead. If he says that he was just looking around he might be met with the same expression he has witnessed twice already today. That expression that clearly says ‘why come if you’re going to touch everything you can’t afford and then leave?’.  He doesn’t think he can handle that a third time.

He may just drop everything and bolt. But then he’ll be looking through his entire wardrobe last minute, getting frustrated that nothing is good enough, eventually just blow the event off and live the rest of his college career as a hermit who never goes anywhere or does anything because he has no friends and can't dress himself properly.

...Okay, so maybe that last part is mostly just exaggerated speculation. But some of it holds true. Youngjae has been wearing the same thing since he was a geeky freshman through senior year. A fresh look is long overdue. He has no idea where to start though, or where he wants to end up for that matter.

Youngjae is still caught up in his internal dialogue when the man finally arrives, having to announce himself twice before Youngjae looks up, conflicted and nervous. He feels like a small child, mismatched clothes in hand and confidence draining from his body. Up close, the man is even more striking. Although Youngjae has no idea what he’s wearing by name, he knows that it looks good. Broad muscles fill up the shirt that would be too tight in some places and too loose in others on Youngjae. Long, built legs compliment his black slacks and shiny, dark shoes top off his whole ‘I’m too hot to approach, but feel free to drool from afar’ ensemble.

“Can I help you?” the man asks with amusement in his voice. He surveys Youngjae’s “outfit” with a speculative expression and raises one eyebrow. “You have a rather particular taste. I’m not judging, but it’s kind of written in my job description to give customers advice.”

“Yeah?” Youngjae says. “And what’s your advice?”

“Lose the shorts and we’ll see what we can do with the shirt…”

“Youngjae.”

The man smiles easily. “Jaebum.”

After twenty minutes of trying on things Jaebum brings to him, Youngjae is over the whole process. He appreciates the man’s well-intentioned determination but he’s on the verge of calling everything off because  nothing is looking right despite Jaebum’s undying optimism.

“Here, last one.” Jaebum’s arm splits through the dressing room curtains with a pair of straight-legged black jeans and a soft blue cotton button-up. He’s skeptical, but puts them and steps out in front of the full-length ready to accept his fate, when he opens his eyes gingerly and is surprised to find that he doesn’t hate the ensemble.

The jeans make his legs look lean, which they aren’t, and the shirt doesn’t make him particularly podgy in any place.

“Good?” Jaebum asks with an expectant grin and a hesitant thumbs up.

“Good,” Youngjae replies.

“Awesome.” Jaebum waves him over to the register and they get on with it. Youngjae is more than glad to get the heck out of there after having sent way too much time already, even if he doesn’t mind being with Jaebum at all.

“So you go to Yeongnam U?” Jaebum asks as he’s ringing up the stuff.

“Uh, yeah. I’m majoring in Music Therapy.”

“Sweet.” Jaebum smiles and Youngjae’s heart does this thing where it feels like it’s going to explode. “So, you wanna, like, help people and stuff? Way cool. I’m only going for Composition so I can write songs and sell ‘em. But that’s noble, Youngjae.”

“Um, noble, okay. Thanks.” Youngjae scratches the back of his neck slightly as Jaebum bags the clothes and taps some numbers in the register. Youngjae pays what he owes and waves the man goodbye as he tries not to look like an animal fleeing its cage on his way out.

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Parties have never been Youngjae’s forte.

He’s an awkward human being. It was built in him to be that way, he supposes. He’s terrible at small talk, hates being squashed by sweaty, drunk people in dark, loud places. He never knows what to say or do. It doesn’t help that he’s wearing an expensive outfit that doesn’t feel like him at all, doesn’t mold to his body like a good pair of jeans and a graphic tee. So, not only is he struggling to be anyone but himself, he’s also trying to live up to the bigshot persona clothes from Glitz warrant from someone. This was destined to be a horrible idea the second he walked in the front door. Jinyoung and Bambam ditched him, obviously preferring to hang out with their rich, cultured group of friends, leaving Youngjae to fend for himself.

Youngjae doesn’t have to think about what to do; it’s instinct by this point. He pushes his way through the writhing bodies until he gets to the back door.

Worse has come to worst.

As Youngjae is slipping outside into the warm night, a very familiar face clocks on his radar. He doesn’t have anything better to do, so he sulks on a barren swing as he watches through squinted eyes at the bodies suffocating each other on a bench near the back door. Jaebum finally comes up for air, and a girl Youngjae recognizes from his Psych class, Dasom, giggles and hiccups, begging him to come back. He shoos her away, coming to his feet and allowing her time to scramble up herself. She scurries after him like a puppy as he goes inside.

Seeing them together is almost as bitter as whatever is in his cup. He only has to take a sip to decide that the stuff is awful. He keeps drinking, though, because one, he has nothing better to do, and two, it takes some of the hurt away. He’s halfway through it when the air surrounding him becomes more crowded and the other swing’s creaking mixes in with his. As terrible as that sound is, it’s oddly comforting. It reminds him of when he would go to his friend’s house as a child to play. He had this rusty swing set that was probably the most dangerous thing they could find to play on, but it never collapsed on them and they enjoyed each other’s company while using it. He doesn’t question the welcome intrusion.

“The party’s in there,” the voice says. It has some bass, while still being very youthful. Attractive.

“I’m having my own party.” Youngjae shakes his head sadly, taking another sip out of his cup. “A party of one.”

“Make that a party of two.” The guy takes the cup right out of Youngjae’s hand and takes a whig himself. Youngjae isn’t too upset as he follows the thieving hand to a handsome face. Large yet angular brown eyes, a high, straight nose, and thick lips is what he can pick out in the semi-darkness. The stranger lets loose a long, loud sigh and returns the cup. Youngjae takes it apprehensively, sloshing what’s left boredly. He thinks he’s starting to feel it, whatever it is. This is not his first time drinking alcohol, but it’s definitely his first time getting past a few gulps without gagging and passing the wretched stuff to a more willing party-goer, or putting it back.

“I’m Yugyeom, by the way.” The stranger--Yugyeom, kicks off and begins to swing gently. The creaking gets louder.

“Youngjae.” He follows the other’s lead. The warmth growing inside of him as the liquor works its way through his system mixed with the cool breeze he unearths once he starts swinging is creating a strange synergy around him. The night becomes a little more bearable. Yugyeom is handsome, has a nice voice as well.

“So, Youngjae-hyung. You out here for a reason?” Yugyeom asks.

“Yeah,” Youngjae says, coughing to clear his clogged throat. The alcohol causes it to burn a little, but it’s just comforting warmth after that. “I’m kinda bummed about something. And I don’t really like parties. This is my frat. I would just go to my room, but there’s probably someone having sex in it. So…” He twirls the cup some more, distractedly.

“Yeah, that could get awkward.” Yugyeom laughs quietly. Another nice sound. It’s sweet, something Youngjae feels rather than just hears. It bounces along the night breeze and takes over his muddled senses.

“What about you?” Youngjae asks.

“Same, I guess. Bummed. Not one for parties,” Yugyeom says. “My friend asked me to come because he wanted to find someone here and didn’t want to look like a loser waiting around by himself. Now I’m the loser by myself. That asshole.”

“Friends suck,” Youngjae muses. He raises his nearly empty cup. It sways lightly in his loosening grip. Whatever was in it and the little bit left is strong. “Toast to the decent people left on the earth.”

So they toast to each other and drink the night away, buried in what they can handle. Surprisingly, considering his sheer height, Yugyeom is a lightweight and Youngjae has to stop himself from overdoing it because the younger had reached that point a while ago, sleepily humming tunes to songs and occasionally pairing them with the wrong words as Youngjae piggybacks him to his dorm.

The air is sweetly warm, whispering across Youngjae’s bare chest as he rummages through his drawers for some less sweaty clothes, goading on the beads of sweat as they collect uncomfortably in the crevices of his body and force him to crack the window more and more.

After tugging Yugyeom’s uncooperative limbs into cooler, cleaner clothes, Youngjae slips in beside the tall freshman, slightly distressed to find that he fits perfectly as if it were in some predestined scheme for the younger to toss one of his long, heavy arms over Youngjae’s torso, anchoring him temporarily.

“He’s a little funny-looking,” Yugyeom whispers suddenly to him. Youngjae can safely say that he is both startled and extremely peeved because how long has this ingrate been awake and why couldn’t he walk his goliath ass back to his own dorm? He’s just about ready to give it to him when the soft murmur is broken by a snor, a snuffle, and nothingness, only to repeat again a minute later with different words. Something like ‘but, cute too���.

And Youngjae realizes Yugyeom is sleep talking.

And sleep insulting him, too. This bastard.

“Hyung,” he babbles, pulling Youngjae closer. “Toast.”

Youngjae would be more livid if Yugyeom weren’t so damn cute.

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The next time Yugyeom is drunk off his ass is at Youngjae’s induction to Kappa Sigma. His newly dubbed crush is sitting right in his lap, a hard drink of something swaying in his unreliable fingers, as they’re at the table trying to keep something down besides liquor.

It isn’t going too hot.

More than half surrounding the stupidly large table are drunk out of their minds, and the other half are swimming in varying states of less severe drunkenness, but not completely lucid all the same. Youngjae is one of the few who are still upright, and he’s not gung ho on the thought of having to carry Yugyeom across campus not a second, or third, but fourth time. He’s a sloppy drunk and bad drinker, barely able to hold his fluids after about three cups of something.

“Hyung, bathroom.” Yugyeom paws at Youngjae’s chest with a pout, wrinkling his dumb, new shirt purchased at (where else, honestly?) Club Z. “I have to peeeeeeee.”

“For fuck’s sake,” Youngjae grumbles miserably, helping Yugyeom to his feet, and pulling the boy over to the stairs. As they’re going up Youngjae thinks that his “wonderful induction night” can’t get suckier; then he and Yugyeom reach the first landing, padding mutely over the hardwood as they turn and commit to climbing the rest to get to the top, and Youngjae hears a gross noise upon reaching the second floor.

It’s dark, loopy, a little hot, and Youngjae can still outline Jaebum’s body pressed up against someone else’s at the beginning of the corridor, just before a long stretch of darkness absorbs anything remotely tangible into an indecipherable blob of mystery.

Youngjae aches that much more because it’s a guy he’s got his hands all over in the sticky shadows, meaning Jaebum is bi, swings both ways, and he probably would never even want to take a whack in Youngjae’s direction.

What makes it all worse is Yugyeom starts whining again, reminding Youngjae that has a new responsibility to deal with, cute sweet Yugyeom who Youngjae is almost sure likes him back. He helps the boy, finally, to the bathroom, switching the light on and pulling the toilet seat up so he can relieve himself.

Youngjae looks on with a mixture of fondness and guilt as he takes out his phone from his jeans pocket, looking away briefly to check the message from Jackson left hours ago.

i know ur butt hurt from the lecture, but jaebum’s gonna be at ur tea party later, sooooo ;););) use protection -wang jackass, 5:34pm

Youngjae sends a quick text back, a digital middle finger, before he’s focusing on Yugyeom again, watching glassily as he fumbles for soap to wash his hands and zoning out simultaneously, thinking back to the lecture in question from earlier.

Youngjae had come into his Music Theory hall with a little smile on his face from serial texting Yugyeom. It had been two weeks since the sleepover incident and they were really hitting it off. Yugyeom, Youngjae’s polisci angel, is also into reading for pleasure, so they were texting about a book they had both read just that summer, crying over the fact that the author isn’t going to release a sequel until the following Spring like a couple of nerds.

He had nearly tripped over someone from having his nose stuck in his screen. That someone turned out to be Jaebum sitting like an Adonis statue and outshining everything in Youngjae’s view. He cursed silently under his breath and scurried past the man, pretending not to hear his pleasant greeting in favor of crowding his body into a ditch and suffocating on his own damn inadequacy.

Instead he just fled a few rows down and drowned in his own awkward sorrow. It had been his own idiocy that forced him to retell all of this to Jackson, because what had Youngjae imagined him doing different from what he usually does? Which is insert new names and post anything remotely amusing that happens in his sorry little life to SNS.

Youngjae shouldn’t have been surprised to see the trials of Jaebin in his twitter feed later, along with a comment by Jaebum, ‘cute’, to which Jackson replied with ‘very’.

So Youngjae isn’t talking to Jackson right now. He couldn’t even if he wanted to because he’s too busy holding onto Yugyeom and ushering him back downstairs, past where Jaebum and some other dude were just sucking face among other things.

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It’s at another party that shit finally hits the fan. Youngjae is on the couch with Yugyeom on his lap. He has a hard on and the younger’s weight on top of it feels good, really good. He’s doing this twisting thing that makes it feel even better. Summer air, the bass of the music, and his boyfriend’s sweet lips are all sensations that vibrate across his warm, damp skin. He would say it were a perfect night, if only Jaebum weren’t in his head kicking up a disgusting fuss.

He’s trying to give Yugyeom all of his attention, as the boy is licking into his mouth as eager as a puppy, hands playing with the little hairs on the back of Youngjae’s neck, gentle yet urgent. It shouldn’t be hard to do. Yugyeom has his long, supermodel legs swung over Youngjae’s lap, knees weighed into the couch on both sides of him, and his bum is skipping on top of Youngjae’s clothed erection, torsos brushing. It shouldn’t be hard at all to dwell solely on his sweet boyfriend’s playful hands, his busy hips, and intoxicating scent all spawned from some unfathomable source out to end his very existence.

Yugyeom is stunning, and he wants Youngjae, possibly even more than the older wants him if his breathy moans and insistent whines hold any bearing. So the fact that he’s sitting here, hot boyfriend grinding on his lap, thinking about Jaebum, has him reorganizing his priorities. Youngjae has no time to clear his mind though, because Yugyeom must sense it as his hips stop rolling and he stares down at Youngjae with a little frown that the older wishes he could just kiss away.

“It is about Jaebum?”

Youngjae blanches.

“Y-you know Jaebum?” From where? How?

“Not personally.” Yugyeom sighs. “But I hear Jackson-hyung talking about him and you get...weird. Like, your mind freezes and I could never figure out why. And, believe me, I’m not being conceited here. Just speculative. But I’m on your lap, damn near dry humping you, and nothing. Your little man downstairs has been limp for the past ten minutes. Is it because I’m not attractive enough or-”

“No, not at all.” Youngjae reaches up to cradle Yugyeom’s face and bring him down for a kiss. His lips are soft and warm and sweet, but even when he’s connected to him, his polisci angel, his mind is on Jaebum. Yugyeom pulls away with this sad look in his pretty eyes and Youngjae is on the brink of smashing something because those sad, pretty eyes are his fault.

“Do you like him...more than me?” Yugyeom asks, looking as if he’s choking up a bit.

Youngjae hates himself because he doesn’t even have the balls to say ‘yes’.  

“Look, hyung. I like you. A lot. But I can see you need to do some thinking right now. So I’m gonna go.” Yugyeom presses a kiss to Youngjae’s forehead just as empty as his lap when Yugyeom slinks away.

Everything hurts.

This party is stupid.

Jaebum is stupid.

The only thing Youngjae can think to do to clear his head is get so drunk he can’t remember his own name.

He gets very close. He only remembers that Jaebum is stupid and that his dorm is on the east side of campus. He’s stumbling through the dark, eyes only half-way open as the world flies by in clips of sensations. Loud noises. Questionable smells.

Somehow he ends up in a warm building. On an elevator. Tripping through the hall. Banging on a door.

“Youngjae?” It’s truly sick that Youngjae recognizes that voice even when he’s supposed to be blown off his ass tore down.

“Asshole.” Hiccup. “Y-you, you--fuck you.”

“Youngjae, you okay?”

“What do you think, asshole?” Hiccup. “Just...just, I like you dammit!”

“You what?”

That’s when he passes out.

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Food doesn’t taste the way it should. Youngjae’s stomach is gurgling and his head is making very loud music without his permission, against his will really.

“Good job, dummy.” Jackson scoops more soup into his bowel and pats his head placatingly, shit-eating grin full force. “Jaebum knows you’re hard for him and he still wants to take you out. You know, you definitely come off as the prunish, incompetent type. But you’ve got skills after all.”

“I’m not hard for him.” Youngjae fusses uselessly as he spoons the soup into his mouth and tries to keep it down.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, bud.”

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Youngjae is sitting in class a few days later when his phone starts ringing against his pants. After a few moments of awkward fumbling and thanking the heavens that he remembered to change his ringtone back from whatever crap Jackson put on it, he manages to turn it off without looking at the screen.

By the time he gets out of class, he’s completely forgotten about the call. In fact, Youngjae also forgets to turn his phone back on. Which is why he’s sitting in a baggy t-shirt he’s had since middle school, paired with athletic shorts that he exclusively uses for lounging and his one-time-a-year trips to the gym. He flips through the channels, pausing on a predictable drama as the stereotypical rich-guy takes the stereotypical poor-girl to buy some tacky name brand clothes for the first time in her life. As if the girl didn’t already own an iPhone 7 Plus.

What is completely not predictable is the knock on the door that comes right as the girl trips and falls dramatically into the main lead’s arms.

Youngjae scratches his head. Did I order pizza?

When he opens the door, instead of the rich and savory smell of Italian pie, Youngjae is greeted with a crisp and cool cologne. When he looks up to look Jaebum in the eyes, the first thing that comes to mind is, “Are you wearing a turtleneck under a dress shirt?”

Jaebum just laughs. “I said I’d pick you up at seven. I’m fifteen minutes late. Sorry.”

“That date thing is tonight?”

“Yes, the date thing is tonight. Forget?” Jaebum puts on a thinking face. “Weird. Just a few days ago someone was banging on my door like the sky was falling, confessing their undying love-”

“I said, and I quote, ‘I like you dammit’. Hardly anything undying about that.” Youngjae hopes the sass can distract Jaebum from his inner-chaos. “Let’s go.”

“Wait.” Jaebum stops him with a hand on his chest. Youngjae isn’t screaming. The tea’s done. “You wanna change into something less, sporty?”

“Where are we going?”

“Secret.” Jaebum sing-songs. “Just get dolled up and meet me at my car, okay? I’m parked right out front.”

“Okay…?”

Youngjae slides in Jaebum’s car about twenty minutes later. He spent ten minutes having an existential crisis and the other ten minutes running around forsaking everything in his wardrobe before deciding on jeans so black they can almost pass for slacks and a white button down that he tucked in them.

Jaebums glances over for a second. He hesitates a moment, and then reaches over to grab Youngjae’s hand. “You look really handsome tonight.”

Youngjae frowns. While he appreciates the sweetness, he can’t help but feel a little bit overwhelmed. Youngjae tries to sneakily untangle their fingers so he can wipe off the sweat that is slowly gathering in his palms. When he goes back to rap Jaebum’s hand once more, however, it’s already back on the steering wheel. Youngjae sits, staring at the hand for a moment before realizing Jaebum is talking again.

“—just opened but I heard it’s really popular. I thought you would like it. There’s a live band and everything. Your clothes are fine too.”

“Oh really?” Youngjae perks up again at hearing there’s a live band. He imagines a hipster club, the perfect opportunity to see Jaebum at his sexiest: when dancing. As his mood lightens, he gets chattier, going into a story about Jackson’s latest antics.

“We’re here.”

Shit.

Youngjae was expecting fancy, but he wasn’t expecting this. It looks like somewhere people who sneeze money frequent. The kind of place with little personal packs of fruity smelling soap in the bathroom that they’re not even afraid of people stealing because who would be caught pilfering little soaps when they have hand-made, hypoallergenic imports from Milan? Jaebum is smiling again when the maitre'd leads them to their booth and Youngjae’s breath is no longer with him. He just listens as Jaebum tells him the name of the restaurant, something European, and Youngjae can only nod and smile. Looking down at his menu, he sees that it’s all written in French, maybe, or Italian, except the prices. Youngjae actually gasps out loud when he takes in the digits, which fails to go unnoticed by Jaebum.

“Are you okay?” Jaebum asks sweetly. He smiles and reaches his hand across the table. When Youngjae just meekly nods, Jaebum asks, “Are you ready to order?” He then calls for the waiter in a voice that would have Youngjae drooling, if he wasn’t still trying to figure out what everything meant.

“Are you ready to order, sir?” the waiter asks. Youngjae can’t help but feel relieved that the waiter speaks Korean, at least.

“Yeah, um, I’ll just have… This,” he decides, pointing at one of the menu options. Hopefully it doesn’t taste like shit.

Jaebum orders, the waiter goes, and they sit in silence. Youngjae’s not sure if Jaebum thinks it’s an awkward silence or if he’s enjoying the music, and the tapping of his fingers gives no hint to either. Youngjae perks up in excitement to see their waiter returning with their food. And then he realizes that this date is really and truly just meant to be a prolonged hell as he takes in the cucumbers lining a plate of greens.

As the dinner wraps up with both Jaebum and Youngjae claiming to be too full for desserts (although they both also still have piles of food left on their plates) Youngjae reaches into his pockets to be left with emptiness. Or really, nothingness, because he doesn’t actually have pockets. Or his wallet. Or his phone to pay with apple pay. Or anything at all. Youngjae panics and looks up to explain himself to Jaebum, only to find that Jaebum has already paid for their meal.

Walking back to the car, Youngjae speaks up, “That was a pretty nice first date, I guess.” He can’t help but cringe at how insincere that sounds.

“You know what. I have to confess something,” Jaebum declares, turning to him.

“What?” Youngjae can’t help but think, This is it, this is the moment. He’s going to say he never wants to see me again.

“I actually, really, really don’t like—“

Oh shit here it comes.

“—Western food. And I don’t know if maybe you don’t like it either because you didn’t eat much of your food either, I noticed, but the restaurant had nice reviews, and I wanted to make this really special, and you didn’t respond to my texts so I wasn’t sure in the first place if you would like it or not but I thought it would be okay because Jackson recommended it, but then again Jackson trained in France for a year so he probably likes french food? But I just—“

Youngjae has to stop him there. “Wait. I just. I don’t like cucumbers, but I can’t read French.”

“Oh.”

“And I actually turned my phone off today so I didn’t get any of your texts, which is why I’m dressed like trash, as always, and you look so sleek and good and everybody thinks that you’re too good for me because you are literally in a turtleneck and dress shirt blazer leather pants suede shoes combo thingy and I’m not. Maybe I should have let you dress me again, ha ha.” Youngjae finishes with an awkward laugh.

“Oh.”

“I also don’t have pockets. Or anything. Except some lettuce stuck in my teeth that I can’t get out.”

“Oh.”

“So, yeah.”

“Oh.”

Youngjae isn’t sure how to proceed anymore. I mean, he thinks, I literally just told him I had lettuce stuck in my teeth. There’s an awkward pause, and then Youngjae says, “So do you want some bingsu?”

“Yes. A classic Korean dessert.”

Youngjae returns home that night with a smile on his face. He can’t help but blush as he thinks about Jaebum. About how cute Jaebum looked when he got a brain freeze from eating too fast. How cute he looked when he lost at the arcade Dance Dance Revolution game to a seven year old and pouted about it. How cute he looked when he had pepper paste smudged on his cheek when they got spicy rice cake for dinner, round two. And especially how cute he looked when he ran away after placing a peck on Youngjae’s cheek at his front door.

Jaebum’s really not chic and sexy at all, Youngjae decides. He’s just a ball of fluff.

As Youngjae lays on his side to get comfortable for bed, he fishes out his phone to send a message to Jackson.

you’re not a complete ding dong. the date was nice. -you, 11.03pm

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“Jackson. When I said you could plan our date, I meant that you could pick a nice restaurant or movie for us to go to, heck, even an amusement park. Why is there a script?” Youngjae doesn’t know what to do with the packet of paper he holds in his hands. He looks over at the similar copy that Jaebum has (but with different highlights) and decides the only thing left to do is go out and plant some trees. Maybe they can plant two trees together in the name of love. The sound of Jackson slapping his Director’s Copy of the script onto the table whips him out of his daydreams.

“It’s not a script!” Jackson protests. “It’s just suggestions for the theme?”

Jaebum has already started flipping through the book, questioning, “Did you get this from the morning drama that Youngjae likes to watch? The lines are literally the same.”

“What? No! Don’t be ridiculous!” Jackson protests, flapping his hands back and forth, as if that will help dispel any claims of plagiarism.

“This is literally a ‘the rich guy takes the poor girl shopping for better clothes scene,’” Youngjae deadpans. “This is so cliche. I can’t believe I’m the poor girl with bad taste in clothes.”

Jaebum pauses from where he’s flipping through the book. “But you do have bad taste in clothes.”

Youngjae rolls his eyes and throws his hands up in exasperation, “That’s it, we’re breaking up.”

“NO!” Jackson gasps. “Not after all the hard work I put into getting you two together! If anything, at the very least go on this date, and then I made a reservation for this really nice restaurant where you can have a steak dinner, and then you guys can break up as Youngjae throws a cup of water in Jaebum’s face, and it’ll be perfect!”

“What the hell is wrong with you, Jackson,” Jaebum groans. “Let’s just get this over with.” He reaches out and grabs Youngjae’s hand, asking for a final time, “You ready?”

Youngjae laughs and follows along as Jaebum tugs him out the door.

Jackson trails behind them, oohing and ahhing at their cuteness. “And! If I’m cliche, then you cute little assholes are cliche, too! Don’t think I’m gonna forget how you two first met! I asked the manager for a copy of the CCTV tapes!”

“You know,” Jaebum whispers to Youngjae as he looks back at Jackson, trailing along behind them, “I know it’s a little early to be thinking about marriage, but it looks like we’ve already adopted a kid.”

Youngjae laughs like it’s the funniest thing he’s ever heard. Maybe it’s because this second is the happiest moment of his life.

[nonbineryfoolery]

91 questions tag

i was tagged by @how-does-one-become-cat

  The Last:

1. drink: tea

2. phone call: my best friend bc i was having a problem and i needed to talk about it

3. text message: i last texted to the aforementioned friend to tell her finally got home

4. last song I listened to: shit i have no idea. something that was on the radio when i was coming home?

5. last time I cried: I usually cry all the time because i’m watching or reading something sad but i think last time i was crying was just because of onions..

Have you ever: 6. dated someone twice: nope 7. been cheated on: not that i know of 8. kissed someone and regretted it: no 9. lost someone special: yes 10. been depressed: i think i have 11. gotten drunk and thrown up: nope

List three favourite colours:

12. turquoise 13. night sky blue 14. sunset purple

In the last year have you:

15. made new friends: yes 16. fallen out of love: nope 17. laughed until you cried: i can’t remember any one instance but it’s highly probable 18. found out someone was talking about you: idk what this question is but i think so 19. met someone who changed you: yes 20. found out who your true friends were: maybe in a way?? 

More:

21. kissed someone on your facebook: i don’t think i have  22. how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life: all of them but i only have like 10 friends on facebook bc i never really use it 23. do you have any pets: no 24. do you want to change your name: yeah 25. what did you do on your last birthday: i ate pizza & cake and hung out with my bother & watched wonder woman 26. what time did you wake up: at 12:45 - in my defence i got home very late because of reasons that had nothing to do with me 27. what were you doing at midnight: sitting in a car trying to get home 28. name something you can’t wait for: finding motivation to study all the courses i foolishly decided to take during summer 29. when was the last time you saw your mother: couple of hours ago when she left to get the groceries 30. what’s one thing you wish you could change about your life: i wish it was easier to live as a nonbinary person in this society 31. what are you listening to right now: right this moment it’s Troye Sivan’s for him  32. have you ever talked with someone named tom: yes and they were very annoying 33. something that’s getting on your nerves: my lack of motivation to study (and my willingness to take extra courses when i don’t have to) 34. most visited site(s): probably tumblr, instagram and netflix

School*: 

35. elementary: the beginning was okay but boring bc the education was too easy. two or so last years were pretty hard for me because of social reasons  36. middle: lot better than elementary bc i went to a different school than everyone else and i got some friends i wanted to be around 37. high: it’s pretty nice & i finally feel like i’m learning something new 38. college: yes please

* i dont live in the US so the school system is a bit different but i’m trying to answer as well as i can

Me:

39. hair colour: sandy blond / very very light brown - i want to dye my hair maybe green or blue but i just haven’t got around to do that yet 40. long or short hair: short 41. do you have a crush on someone: i have problems with crushes, mainly that i don’t know wether i have a crush on someone or if i just wanna be around them bc i want to get to know them & be their friend because to me the feelings feel pretty similar which kinda is a problem?? idk maybe 42. what do you like about yourself: just to name a couple things i like that i’m clever and that i try to be kind to people 43. piercings: i have holes in my ears but i rarely fill them with anything that sounds wrong but i had to write it i’m sorry 44. blood type: we tested our blood types at school couple of years ago and i think i’m AB but i’m really not sure and i want someone to test my bloodtype before any possible transfusions 45. nickname: i really don’t have nicknames? my parents sometimes call me muppe but that’s pretty rare 46. relationship status: single 47. zodiac sign: cancer 48. pronouns: they/them or other nonbinary / gender neutral pronouns 49. favourite tv shows: ahhhh i don’t even know anymore. It was Sherlock 8 months ago but right now maybe sense 8. 50. tattoos: none but i’d maybe like to get one sometime 51. hand: right handed

First:

52. surgery: i think it was adenoidectomy some undefined time ago 53. piercing: ears when i was maybe 7 or 8 54. sport: first i independently decided i wanted to do was football when i was 5 or 6 55. vacation: Maybe Italy when i was 7-8 months but i’m not sure if that counts because it was kinda long work trip for my dad and the rest of us just moved there with him because that’s apparently the kind of cool thing my family did when i was too young to remember any of it later. Why did we stop doing cool stuff when i became old enough to remember what happened a week earlier?? 56. pair of trainers: i think i still have this very cute pair of blue patent leather shoes (from the said trip to Italy) that was one of the earliest pair of shoes i ever had, but i don’t know if they were the actual first pair and i wouldn’t label then as sneakers bc i was a stylish baby who had some damn fine shoes 

Current:

57. eating: nothing 58. drinking: water 59. i’m about to: study (or at least that’s what i keep telling myself) 60. listening to: Worship by Years & Years

Future:

61. waiting for: drinking tea 62. want: motivation 63. married: i don’t think that’s something i ever want to do but i might change my mind 64. career: some science stuff hopefully

Your type: (I don’t have a type, i have multiple types and almost everything’s fine)

65. hugs or kisses: can’t i just respond both to all of these?? ehhh maybe hugs 

66. lips or eyes: eyes 67. shorter or taller: I mean both have their own good things but maybe a tiny bit shorter 68. older or younger: close to my own age or a bit older 69. nice arms or nice stomach: both maybe nice arms but cute tummys are also great 70. sensitive or loud: idk both???  71. hook up or relationship: depends but maybe relationship (both! or maybe neither??) 72. troublemaker or hesitant: what? both or neither preferably

73. kissed a stranger: in a way yes 74. drank hard liquor: no 75. lost contacts or glasses: nope  76. turned someone down: ah this brings me memories of kindergarten - yes 77. sex on the first date: i think i prefer to properly know people i’m having sex with 78. broken someone’s heart: i don’t think i have 79. had your heart broken: not really 80. been arrested: no 81. cried while someone died: the ‘while’ bothers me. Someone’s probably died while i was crying and i’ve cried because people have died but i haven’t cried while someone dies because they are dying 82. fallen for a friend: idk maybe

Do you believe in:

83. yourself: i sometimes think how i theorethically might not actually excist but in a general sense, yes i do 84. miracles: depends on how you define a miracle. I don’t believe in supernatural miracles but like i believe that some things that happen can seem miraculous and therefore maybe be called miracles if that makes sense 85. love at first sight: depends on the definiton of love 86. santa claus: nope 87. kiss on the first date: wtf? I believe no-one has ever kissed anyone on a first date and i believe if such a thing were to occur it would probably cause the wolrd to end to quote a wise person i know, “sure why the hell not” 

88. angels: no, unless its Matthew’s Angels type of Angels. x  x

Other:

89. current best friends name: Kiia  90. eye colour: like a mix of blue, green and grey with golden brown bits? 91. favourite movie: idk but my favourite movie of the ones i’ve seen this year is prabably moonlight or wonder woman

This took a lot longer than i thought it would but i made it!! Thanks Kona for giving me a reason to not to study (not that i would have otherwise). I’ve understood that i’m supposed to tag people now. 

However, after spending 40 minutes anxiously trying to decide who i know i can tag and only figuring out two people and starting to feel awfull i decided not to tag anyone. I really want to get to know you guys so please do this and tag me so i can see it but rn tagging people is too much to me. :/