#me when i buy and build a house ground up with my Really Good Pal

[zackstriker]

i’m done being silent the phouse was the hard launch

[1kook]

kissanime & foreplay

this is part of my netflix & chill collection !

summary; You get a glimpse of the KissAnime screen for a good two seconds before about seven ads pop up. Another tab to a raunchy hentai website opens, and Jungkook groans. warnings; mentions of hentai yes u read right, kook leads most of it, cunnilingus, masturbation (f), oral (f), use of a sex toy, fingering, nipple play, face sitting/fucking/riding idk (f), praise kink, hints of dumbification, cum eating, jk is like passive aggressive in this one, 4 (f) orgasms, this is the kicker: sub kook at the end😳, like 2 sec of dom yn lol, & u get 0.002 sec of adams apple kink misc; more dumb story lines, made up sex stores bc my creativity knows no bounds, Jungkook plays nice but is actually mean for the majority of it, once again doyeon plays a pivotal role in the furthering of women empowerment, internal love monologues about jk best boy<3 wc; 8.2k

notes; back when kissanime was offed I remember looking at this fic in the drafts like what the hell we gone do now.. n almost deleting it but I was like yknow what this isn’t a 1kook fic unless there’s smthn weird going on so here we are. also yes I know ohshc is on Netflix shut up!!!!! 

HAPPY BDAY MY LOVE AND MUSE JEON JUNGKOOK !!!! 🥺💜

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The good thing about getting your own apartment is that you finally have a place to call your own. There’s no limit on how many potted plants you can squeeze into a one bedroom, one bathroom apartment, and if there was one, you’re twelve in and no one has said anything to you yet. You don’t have to share the shower space with anyone, label all your products with a hastily scribbled name. There’s a bathtub—something you haven’t had the pleasure of using during college—and a fairly open living space. There’s so many empty spots to fill with useless decorations and family heirlooms and that ugly plastic rooster Jungkook won you at the summer kick-off fair last month.

The bad thing about having your own place is that the entire world and their mothers seem to know now. Despite graduating from college, you still keep in touch with your trusted graduate mentor Kim Namjoon, who is still very much in school, and has made it his mission to bring you a new plant every week, hence your growing collection. Your childhood friend comes over every Saturday morning to lounge around after her Friday nights out. Jungkook, although the only one who is ever actually invited, runs through your strawberry scented body wash like a madman.

And of course, Doyeon.

Your beloved college roommate of four years, Kim Doyeon, has been the bane of your apartment experience so far. Unlike you, who had slaved away for four years, saving every penny you made during college for this moment, Doyeon was a big spender. She blew every dollar she ever came across, which is why she’s going to be stuck living at her parent’s house for at least a couple more years.

Nothing wrong with that, of course, if she wasn’t the most maniac online shopper in existence. It hadn’t been a problem in college because she was always good old pals with the students who worked the mailroom. If they saw something questionable, they’d let it slide as long as it was under Miss Kim Doyeon, Room 229.

The reason it became an issue for her now is because it’s poor Mrs. Kim who signs over the package from Sexuality Unleashed: The Best Toys Worldwide! one Tuesday afternoon as it is delivered to their suburban home.

So now she’s taken to ordering all her freaky stuff to your new apartment, where the small cabinet by the door has quickly become home to her impulsive shopping habits. Truthfully, you don’t mind accepting Doyeon’s weird packages, and have long since grown used to the uncomfortable looks the mail carrier gives you.

Jungkook’s supposed to come over today and you really hope he doesn’t ask about the state of your hall cabinet. Now that you work at a small company outside of your degree to make ends meet, time with Jungkook has been significantly decreased. You weren’t in college anymore, so you didn’t have the luxury of dropping by his house whenever you wanted to in between classes. Of course, it’s mostly your schedule that conflicts with your planned hangouts, because Jungkook is still working his dream job from home.

However, because Jungkook is quite possibly the most amazing person on this planet, he’s started coming over every Saturday night to make sure you’re still alive and not dying. And so weekly media binges are a thing, and it’s currently week four.

He gave up on showing you the Marvel movie franchise last week, after you had asked where Wonder Woman was three times in a row. Since the Barbie Movie Debacle of last month, you’ve found a nice medium between who picks when. Jungkook picks most of the time, because most of the time you don’t really care. It’s become a running joke between the two of you that movie binges are usually just terribly masked excuses to go to town on each other, so you don’t mind missing an entire 15th Century French Revolution documentary if it means Jungkook is deep in your guts by the time King Louis XIV gets beheaded or whatever they did to him. Is it too obvious you didn’t watch the documentary?

Occasionally, there are instances where one of you genuinely does want to watch something, in which case you have an intense match of rock-paper-scissors to decide who’s picking that night. Most of the time, Jungkook wins. But for every match Jungkook wins, he promises you’ll pick the next one so you’ve long since stopped trying to actually beat him.

Long story short, last weekend you sat through a two part Ancient Aliens episode on the connection between aliens and American presidents.

It was the most god-awful conspiracy theory you’ve ever heard of, but Jungkook ate up every minute of it. By the time the two hosts announced their conclusion you were just about ready to rip your own ears off and single-handedly fist fight every producer on the channel for allowing the production of such an atrocious show.

Anyway, because you had so bravely sat through the entire evening without complaints— well, no complaints towards Jungkook’s terrible taste; the show, however, was not safe from your wicked tongue —Jungkook has so graciously allowed you to pick the media for this weekend.

You’ve been telling him for the longest time that you were going to hook him on anime. It was one of the few interests you always believed Jungkook should possess, being a weeb and all, because it was only fair that he had one questionable trait to balance out the rest of his perfection. Liking anime isn’t bad— if a hottie like you enjoyed it, then it obviously had its perks. However, you know a lot of other people are turned off by anime-enthusiasts due to preconceived notions of the genre and the viewer-base.

Now, it was a widely known fact that you always had ulterior motives. So maybe turning Jungkook into a weeb was just a ploy to turn other women off from him and keep your jealousy at bay. Sue you, your boyfriend was a walking wet dream, and you’d do anything to keep him to yourself.

After long deliberation, you’ve decided on introducing Jungkook to anime with a classic: Ouran High School Host Club, a god among anime, a true Beyonce among shoujos. The only problem was that you absolutely refused to pay Crunchyroll or Funimation when you could so easily find the entire show on KissAnime.com, home to only the finest of hentai ads and Are You a Robot? questions.

He sends you a text when he’s outside your building, and five minutes later there’s a rap against your door.

“Hi,” you smile up at him, heart fluttering in that same trademark way it did whenever Jungkook was within a five foot radius. He smiles back softly, leaning down to peck your lips as you step aside for him to enter. He’s got on those cotton sweats that you love, the ones that send your brain into a censored frenzy. But he’s also got that soft curl to his hair that lets you know he came here straight out of the shower in his hurry to see you. How you managed to bag a dream boyfriend like him was beyond you.

You bask in the overwhelming feeling of unannounced love for all of ten seconds before Jungkook is lifting up a square package you hadn’t seen at his hip. “Mailman gave me this,” he says, waving around the signature bright pink packaging of Sexuality Unleashed. Jungkook, for all his politeness and respect, seemed to falter in those categories when it came to you. He turns the box over, reading the big fat name of the company on the side. “Since when did you start buying sex toys?” he asks rather loudly in the hallway.

You yank him inside, hurriedly slamming the door shut before any of your neighbors can come out into the hallway and get a peek of this avid sex toy consumer. “They’re not mine!” you hiss, standing still when he uses you to balance himself as he tugs off his shoes. You snatch the box out of his hands, turning it around to make sure it is actually addressed to your home. Sure enough, it’s for you. Couldn’t there have been some other sex toy fanatic on this floor?

With his shoes off, Jungkook wastes no time enveloping you in a hug, the Sexuality Unleashed box tumbling to the ground. “It’s okay, baby, no need to be embarrassed.”

You groan, leaning your forehead against his shoulder as he continues to pat your back like you’re actually embarrassed to be caught buying toys— you’re not. You’re embarrassed he caught you with a sex toy you simply can’t put to use. “Whatever,” you sigh, “your gross popcorn is in my bedroom and it’s probably stale.”

He releases you, not before pulling you into a slow and languid kiss that has you clutching tightly at the front of his shirt. He pulls away with a soft smooch, right eye falling into a wink. “Bring the box, gorgeous,” he teases, before sauntering off in the direction of your bedroom.

You groan loudly. “It’s not mine!” you repeat, but for some reason do as he says.

Not only do you have no idea what’s in this package, but you’re frankly not too keen on finding out. You’re more interested in Jungkook’s reaction to one of your favorite animes of all time. The package is tossed onto the end of the bed, where Jungkook has already stripped himself of his socks and cuddled beneath your covers.

Your laptop has gone dark from inactivity so you slam down on the space bar to bring it back to life. Your first mistake was pressing anything at all. It flickers back on alright, but you forget that you are working with a minefield of ads ready to explode. You get a glimpse of the KissAnime screen for a good two seconds before about seven ads pop up. Another tab to a raunchy hentai website opens, and Jungkook groans.

“What the hell is this?” he asks in a tone that screams he has never had to fight viruses off his computer just to watch something at two in the morning.

You ignore him, cuddling into his side as you hurriedly type in the title of the anime before another annoying ad can intercept you. “KissAnime,” you answer for now, accidentally clicking down on the mousepad with the heel of your palm. Another tab opens up to some sketchy credit site. You huff.

“Baby, I swear I just saw like twelve viruses,” he says. “And what even are these?” he scoffs, jabbing a finger at one of the many ads that lines the perimeter of the website. “Animated teacher porn?”

By the grace of god, you somehow manage to get onto the episode selection screen without having another tab open on you. You smile in relief, turning the power of your excitement onto Jungkook… only to find his eyes narrowed in on the square advertisement for some hentai website. “What? You wanna watch hentai now?” you snort, placing the laptop on his legs as you cuddle into his side.

Jungkook sputters, cheeks tinting red at the mere insinuation he would ever consume such media. “No,” he glares, releasing the arm around your shoulders to huffily cross them over his chest. “I am not going to watch anatomically incorrect illustrations of a woman teacher relieving herself, ___,” he says rather matter-of-factly.

You snort, repeating, “a woman teacher,” mockingly and in a high pitched voice that, honestly, doesn't sound anything like him. You click play on the video box that appears after only about twenty more pop-up ads. “Silence, you nymphomaniac, the episode is starting.” Jungkook pulls you close with a displeased expression, finally quieting down when you put it on full screen and the ads disappear from his view.

You’re beginning to wonder if Jungkook really is the script and plot dissector he claims to be, or if he just lives to get under your skin. He doesn’t make it three minutes without finding something to critique. First it’s the quality of the frames, and then it’s the characterization of the lead character. He nitpicks everything about the best anime in existence, and by the end of the first episode you’re considering breaking up with him.

“Oh my god,” you groan, tearing yourself away from him. He’s all laid up against your mountain of pillows, tongue prodding at the insides of his mouth in that ridiculously attractive habit of his. Usually, you’d be tripping over yourself to kiss him, but you’re about two seconds from ripping his head off. “I mean this in the nicest way possible, baby,” you sigh, picking up his hand in yours. “You gotta shut up.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes. “I have to shut up?” he asks in a scandalized tone. “You sang through the entire intro, off tune may I add.”

At this rate you’re getting nowhere, so you just snatch the laptop back up before you actually hurt his feelings. You escape the full screen, met with those hentai ads that are slowly becoming the bane of Jungkook’s existence.

“Who actually watches those anyway?” he mumbles, covering the sidebar full of naked cartoon ladies with his palm for you, a real gentleman if you ever saw one. “Really?” he says, knocking his pointer finger against a particularly raunchy ad with the caption Be a Good Boy and Let her Play beneath it.

You snort. “You are such a baby,” you tease, pinching his cheek much to his annoyance. “What? Can’t handle seeing some anime titties?”

Jungkook shoves your hand away, leaning back to become one with the pillows as you continue onto the next episode. “They’re just weird,” he admits. “And make unrealistic faces.”

“Unrealistic,” you repeat, finally giving one of the ads the time of day. There’s an adorably drawn character making the most perverted expression, knees hiked up to her chest. Her face is twisted up, drooling like a dog and with her eyes crossed in ecstasy. You shrug. “Just because you can’t get those faces out of me doesn’t mean they’re unreal.”

The second the words leave your mouth Jungkook is letting out a scandalized scoff, sitting up to level you with another glare. “First of all, I can get you like that,” he defends, tapping his finger against the ad on screen. “In fact, I can get you like that without even trying, so let’s not say anything too drastic now, okay?”

His sudden bout of defensiveness makes something playful in you switch on, laying back down beside him with a smirk. “Oh, you can make me all stupid like this?”

Jungkook scoffs. “Yes.”

“Uh huh,” you drawl, tracing a finger up his chest teasingly; Jungkook knocks your knuckles away, obviously still butt hurt about your comment. That’s fine, because a slightly riled up Jungkook was always the best Jungkook. You sit up and lean in close, letting your hand slip beneath his hoodie, palm running over his bare shoulder and around the top of his back. You give his nape a light squeeze, lips pressed against the shell of his ear. “Why don’t you prove it to me, Jungkookie?” you purr, before pulling away.

His jaw twitches at the nickname, one shapely brow unconsciously arching as he regards you with a calculative expression.

The thing about Jungkook was that, after almost a year of dating, you know just how to push his buttons. He has a rather calm and collected exterior to him, the same one he’s had since the day you met him, but beneath it all was a childish competitiveness that raged with the heat of ten suns. He disliked being taunted like you were doing now, especially when his credibility was at stake.

Honestly speaking, you don’t doubt Jungkook can make you look as goofy and messy as those hentai ads. In fact you’re rather confident he can. Either way, him being right or you being right, you would still get some fun out of it.

“Hm?” you add, tracing your hand up to dance over the skin of his cheek, pads of your fingers running over that stiff jaw. “Are you scared I’m right and you’re wrong?”

A hand snaps up to catch your wrist, fingers tight around your skin until you’re shivering against him. “Oh baby, I can make you cum until you cry,” he murmurs, his usual sweet and lilting tone dropping to a low vibration that makes your pussy throb beneath your panties. Your heart leaps in your chest, lips falling open when he ducks down to brush them against yours. It’s too light, just a simple touch that makes you follow his mouth when he pulls back.

With one firm shove, the laptop is tumbling off the bed, thudding loudly against your bedside rug. Jungkook leans over you, his usual trademark doe eyes zeroed in on you with the focus of a laser. “Have a little faith in me,” he teases, and when he presses close you can feel his fattening cock flush against your thigh. Your body is begging to be touched, every brush of his fingers against your skin searing trails in their wake.

Suddenly, he’s drawing back. “Kook?” you frown, barely biting down on a childish whimper when he snuggles back into your mountain of pillows, one arm stretched behind his head.

He flashes you a smile. “Go on,” he says, arms behind his head. “Show me how to get you like that.”

“By myself?” you ask, shifting onto your knees anyway. Jungkook nods, a soft jut of his chin as he gives you another one of those easy going smiles of his. His goal seems a little unclear, but you had a ridiculous amount of trust in your boyfriend that whatever he had planned was certain to be good. With one final skeptical glance his way, you sink down onto your bum, knees spreading and giving him a clear view of your little pink boy shorts, elastic band hugging your waist.

The material of your t-shirt is guided away, held to your chest by the hand currently not traversing the length of your stomach, gliding across soft skin, over your belly button and past that band until it slips beneath. You chance another look Jungkook’s way, only to find his eyes wonderfully downcast in the direction of your core. That smile is gone now, replaced with a somber look as he watches your hand move mysteriously beneath the fabric of your undergarments.

The first brush of your forefinger against your swollen button makes you twitch, back arching at the sensation that is magnified by his watchful gaze. “Mmh,” you bite down, hand twisting in the material of your shirt. Jungkook’s eyes glare a molten path across your skin, from the comfy bra that peeks out from beneath your rumpled shirt to the wrist slowly working beneath your panties.

A hand falls over your thigh, tattooed fingers giving the skin a light squeeze as you get to work swirling your bud around. The sight of his inked skin on yours makes something warm blossom in your lower abdomen, your eyes following the inky swirls up, up, up. They lead you to the face of your very handsome boyfriend, long lashes fanning across his cheekbones as he watches you play with yourself. “Wanna take these off for me?” he says, the tip of his pointer finger wiggling beneath the fabric of your shorts.

You nod hurriedly, wiggling around on the bed until you’re on your back, legs bent in front of you. The shorts come down your legs; the simplest press of your thighs makes something quiver in your abdomen. You toss them off to the side, and just as you go to sit back up, Jungkook places a hand on your knee. “Stay like this for me,” he says, sitting up from his mountain of pillows to glance down at you. You melt into the plush mattress beneath you, staring down at him between your legs. He’s got that adoring look in his eyes, the one that makes you feel so warm and in love, it’s only natural your hand slips down to play with your bare clit again. “That’s my girl,” he smiles, rubbing a hand down the outside of your thigh, urging your legs to fall open.

There’s this overflowing vat of arousal that builds up inside of you everytime Jungkook is around, like the moment your eyes land on him you’re reminded of every position he’s ever had you in. You remember the soft brush of his hands on your body, the way his lips feel on yours, the soft tickle of his hair when he gets too close. It makes your heart lurch in your chest, like if you don’t grab onto him tightly this feeling will slip through your fingers and out of your life. So you were crazily in love with your boyfriend— now what?

A puckered set of lips meets the inside of your thigh, the action ripping you from your overly gooey, overly soft inner rambling. Your hand trails down your quivering pussy lips, collecting your dripping wetness as you go. At the same time, Jungkook kisses down the inside of your thigh, soft smacks of his lips against your skin filling the air with an emotion that makes you bite down a whimper. Your hole puckers at the brush of your fingers, anticipating an entrance that you yearn to give into soon.

His mouth is on you before your finger can go deeper than a centimeter in. But Jungkook doesn’t brush your hand off, doesn’t shove you away to prove his mouth was undoubtedly better. He places a kiss over your knuckles, before swallowing up your significantly smaller hand with his, that of which he clasps together over your navel.

You groan, head rolling from side to side. “Don’t be so soft with me,” you whine, leg twitching when he presses a kiss against your engorged bundle of nerves. “Push me around like that one time, you know I like it.”

Jungkook grins, mouthing over your clit with practiced ease that has you releasing all kinds of whimpers and sighs. He’s got his other hand wrapped around your thigh, strong arm pulling you closer to that devious mouth and tongue that lavished attention on your clit. “Need me to be mean to you, baby?” he purrs, curling his tongue in such a way that it makes your entire body tense up, muscles pulled tight. “Want me to push you around like the stupid little girl you are?” You moan, head bobbing up and down at the ideas he stuffs in your mind. As he moves down the length of your cunt, that round nose you love brushes against your bud, and the cheeky shit takes an obnoxiously loud sniff of it, a soft groan breathed against your lower lips. “But isn’t this better?” he hums, languidly molding his lips against your lower ones, much in the same way he does with the ones on your face; he moves slowly, slips his tongue in every few seconds before eventually diving in head on. “Slow... and so easy.”

“Kook,” you mewl, getting this overwhelming urge to cover your face with your hands. But you can’t, because he’s knotted one hand with yours and his fingers only tighten when you try to yank them apart. Instead you’re left pressing one knuckle against your mouth, brows pinching as he begins slowly fucking his tongue into your cunt. “F-Faster,” you beg. He, of course, ignores your plea.

The wet mass moves past the clenched muscles around your hole, nose brushing against your lips with every intrusion. Every few cycles he stops to press a kiss against your pussy, so hard and wet that it hurts when he pulls off. You’re left writhing and moaning, your heel knocking against his shoulder when he pushes your leg up closer to your chest. “It’s enough,” you cry, your entire body shivering.

Jungkook pulls off with a loud pop, lips glistening with your arousal. He’s got this glint on his eyes, like he’s thoroughly entertained by your reactions. He shuffles around to get comfortable, finally releasing that grip on your hand. Immediately, your newly freed hand jumps forward to tangle in the hair above his ear, tracing down the delicate curve of his cheekbone. Jungkook turns his head, pressing a soft peck against your open palm that makes your heartbeat thunder in your ears.

As he moves around, his leg bumps against something that has both of you pausing. It sounds out of place next to your shallow breaths, and both of you glance down only to catch sight of that stupid package from Sexuality Unleashed teetering on the edge of the bed.

The moment you see it, it’s like you’re transported into an omnipresent view of the scene, the next few hours flashing before your eyes as Jungkook snorts. You know he’s going to reach for it in two seconds, and you know he’s going to tear the hot pink packaging apart with his bare hands. He does so with a scary amount of power, the industrial tape not standing a chance against him. A box roughly the same size as the package falls out, and before you can kick it away and save yourself from suffering beneath Jungkook’s teasing antics, he’s snatching up the box.

“The Bullet Bestie,” he reads aloud, dark eyes flying across the text with lightning speed before that box is also being ripped open. (Briefly, there’s a voice in your head that thinks of Doyeon, but you’re not sure why.) Out tumbles a little pink bullet with a strap on one end that bounces against your thigh and an even smaller remote.

“Baby,” you rush out, the sight of the tiny toy making your heart thunder in your chest. “We can look at it another time,” you try, hands coming up to brush against his face again. “Why don’t you finish off here?” you ask, a sickeningly sweet politeness dripping off your tongue as the knot in your tummy fades into the background of his attention.

Jungkook ignores you, picking up the remote with a wondrous look in his eyes. Before you can try to persuade him back between your legs, a quiet click cuts you off and the little bullet whirls to life. You yelp at the sudden vibrations against the inside of your thigh, so close to your throbbing core. The jump of your thighs has it falling onto the mattress below you, wide eyes snapping back to the smirk that grows on his face.

“No,” you say slowly, sitting back up, “no, no,” you try, your usual assertiveness melting into a whiny cry as you try to wiggle away from him and the nefarious ideas infesting his lust-addled mind. You’re barely turning, ready to make a run for it and hand him his victory by forfeit, when Jungkook is catching you by the waist. Your hips get pulled up, arms clawing uselessly at the sheets beneath you as he drags you close to him. He’s fast, already having moved onto his knees behind you, and when he yanks you up, you can feel every hot plane of his body aligned with your backside. “Kook, please just make me cum,” you gasp.

There’s a smile pressed against your shoulder, lips still wet from before, kissing along the side of your neck. “Look at my girl,” he murmurs, and you nearly jump out of your skin when something smooth is traced along your thigh. One hand slips beneath the material of your shirt, soothingly rubbing circled against your skin. This hand also holds the tiny remote between two fingers, and every nerve in your body is on edge waiting for it to be used. “Where’s that smartmouth now?”

“Jungkook,” you try to warn. But there’s no bite to your words, only an anticipation that grows the closer he moves that damned toy between your thighs. “Baby, we-we can play another time, okay? Just please—“

A soft click, and suddenly your spine is giving out on you, upper body flopping forward as Jungkook runs the vibrations over your clit. Of course Jungkook follows, never letting you slip far from his reach. A loud moan spills from your lips, lower lip wobbling at the unreal amounts of pleasure he bestows upon you with such a small toy. “W-Wait,” you sob, the coil from before suddenly magnified tenfold. It makes your orgasm loom over you bigger than ever, a wave that threatens to spill over and drown you in one go. “No-please.”

His mouth presses against your ear, hot breaths fanning against the skin there. “Hey pretty girl, does it feel good?” he husks out, kissing just below your ear. “Aw fuck,” he groans, something stiff pressing against the cleft between your cheeks, “can’t even see if you’re making that stupid face right now.”

You are, but you don’t even have the words to tell him that. The moment the vibrator had made contact with your already ravished clit, your eyes had rolled into the back of your head. You don’t doubt you look like those silly ads you’d laughed at earlier, mouth opening and closing every few seconds as he circles the toy around your bud. You settle on a high-pitched whimper that has Jungkook laughing meanly against your ear.

It ends too soon, the stimulation from Jungkook eating you out for a few minutes combining with the bullet to form a powerful duo that swallows you whole. An embarrassingly loud moan rips itself from your throat, hands twisting in the sheets beneath you as it washes over you. It’s so powerful, it blinds you, pussy spasming. Jungkook’s name is repeated about a thousand times in between, your body eventually melting back into the mattress as the final shocks run through you.

The vibrator clicks off just as quietly as it turned on, your harsh breaths filling the room in its place. “Good girl,” Jungkook praises, raining down a parade of kisses against your shoulder. You mewl in appreciation, still awkwardly shoving your face into the mattress, and your hips in the air. From the corner of your eyes, you watch him set the glistening toy off to the side, and you’re just about ready to thank the heavens for such an experience with your boyfriend, when said boyfriend hits you with a curveball.

The gentle pecks against yours shoulder dissolve into harsh kisses, rough hands trailing up your waist. The t-shirt gathers around his knuckles, pushed and pushed until he’s got those same hands cupping your breasts. “Did you like that?” he asks, biting down against your shoulder; the sensation is dulled by your shirt being in the way but it still makes you whine. You moan softly, nodding against the mattress as he gets to kneading your breasts over your bra. “Mm,” Jungkook sighs, “my pretty girl was so good for me, wasn’t she?”

Those deft fingers run back down, crawl beneath the elastic of your lounge bra and push it away until your breasts are bouncing out of their cage. “Kook,” you sigh, eyes fluttering shut as he traces circles around your nipples. “W-Wait,” you whimper, suddenly reminded of the swollen cock pressed against your backside when he leans closer.

“Shhh,” he soothes, tweaking your nipples. “Relax for me, sweetheart,” he coos, flicking your hardened nipples with his fingers. You can’t relax, not with your body still so sensitive and him playing with you. Still, the low intonation makes something soft and warm settle in your chest, the kisses against your jaw making your eyes fall shut. “That’s it,” he says, giving one nipple a playful twist that draws a high-pitched moan from you.

Just as you’re beginning to fall into the rhythm of Jungkook’s caresses and voice, he releases one breast to traverse his hand down and over your tummy, to your sensitive pussy. You gasp, biting down on your lip as he teasingly flicks your clit with his fingers. “Bet you could come again now,” he murmurs, taking the tip of your earlobe into his mouth and nibbling softly. You groan, shoving your face into the sheets as if that will save you from your doom. “Bet your pretty little pussy can cream itself just like this, isn’t that right, sweet girl?”

You whimper, hips bucking back against him when he begins nudging your bud, lewd sounds reaching your ears. His other hand remains on your breast, no longer toying with your nipple but simply holding it almost comfortingly. There’s a smirk pressed against your skin, that pearly white smile you usually adore so much teasing you as he circles your nub.

“Come on,” he encourages quietly, kissing up the column of your neck again. You moan, thighs quivering as he strokes a second orgasm out of you with no struggle. Your eyes and throat burn at the heat that washes over you, and you release a hoarse scream into the mattress— Jungkook chuckles at the sound, egging you on with that low voice until your muscles go limp a second time.

When he rolls you onto your stomach again, you try desperately to cover the tears that blur your vision, turning away from him like a child when he tries to look. “Crybaby, crybaby,” he sings teasingly, prying your hands away to capture your mouth with his for the first time that night. “Lemme see those tears, baby,” he purrs.

He tastes like you, tongue dripping with that sweet tang of your pussy, and he smells like you too. It strokes the flames of you ego, arms eventually wrapping around his shoulders as he settles above you. He pulls off with a curl of his tongue against your swollen lips, brown eyes lazily staring down at you. It’s embarrassing how well kept he still was compared to your half-nude state of dress. His skin is all glowy and pretty, not a single tear track in sight, and his grin is still too relaxed for your liking.

Jungkook’s body feels so warm and comforting against yours, muscles keeping the heat trapped between your bodies. You go to brush a hand through his hair, needing to feel the familiarity of those silky locks, before he’s suddenly leaning away. He shuffles onto his knees again, glancing down at your thoroughly abused cunt with a quirk in his brows.

“God,” you groan, knocking your foot against his side. “Just fuck me already,” you huff despite your earlier fatigue. You could only go so long without feeling Jungkook’s fat demon cock inside of you.

He snorts at your snappy tone, cutely tilting his head to the side to move his hair out of his face. His jaw looks sharp from this angle, facial features covered in shadows the lamplight behind him can’t touch. “Can’t,” he announces, and you could pull your hair out from all this unnecessary build up.

Truth to be told, you and Jungkook were both equally as unrestrained when it came to each other. Most of the time, the lead up to actual, penetrative, key-in-lock sex included a couple minutes of heavy petting from his end, and maybe a half assed handjob from you. Sometimes if you felt extra attentive, he’d eat you out and you'd him off. But for the most part, the two of you jumped straight into it after an orgasm, like horny teenagers despite the two of you being twenty-three now.

The most adventurous you’d ever gotten up until the point was maybe two orgasms bestowed upon you by a crazed Jungkook. And, well. You had hit two orgasms now. You were ready for his monster cock.

“Kook,” you whine childishly.

Jungkook shakes you off, placing a palm on both your knees. Slowly, he spreads your thighs apart again, eyes zeroed in on the glossy folds that come into view, the sparkling pearly cum that leaks out of your hole. “I can’t, baby,” he says, almost pained. “I gotta clean you up first,” he insists, and before you can tell him how counterproductive it is to lick you clean of your arousal before fucking you, he’s diving face first into your cunt.

But the biggest surprise doesn’t come from Jungkook going in for thirds, but from the hands he clasps around your thighs, the sheer strength he uses to roll you over (ignoring the shriek you let out) to sit you on his face. “No, no,” you yelp immediately, “I-I‘ll break you,” you cry, trying to escape from his hold.

From beneath your thighs, dark eyes peering up at you daringly, you can see the clear warning on Jungkook’s face. It’s a look that loudly says don’t you dare fucking move, shapely brows sending a jolt of genuine fear down your spine for a moment. “Jungkook,” you fret, trying to ignore the arousal that only continues to blossom as his tongue laps against your folds for the second time that night. “I’m, I’m,” you stammer, hands burying themselves in his hair as he ignores your cries. “I’ll break you,” you try again, spine arching when he slurps your clit into his mouth. “I-I’ll—“

He pulls off with a pop. “Fuck my face, baby,” he says, as if he hadn’t heard a single of your concerns at all. His nose nudges against your clit, a whimper catching in your throat. Briefly, his hand disappears from around your thigh, and when it returns, that tiny bullet vibrator from earlier is pressed against your thigh. “You got that?”

You nod, internally torn apart by your fear of crushing him and your need to drag your cunt all over your boyfriend’s handsome face. You glance down at him, watch him slip that vibrator into his mouth for just a second and lewdly coat it in his saliva, before he’s reaching around to shove it past your pussy lips. They’re still swollen and puffy, but have long since relaxed enough for him to slip it in. “B-But what if—“

“You won’t,” he cuts off, readjusting himself closer to your cunt again, “come on, pretty girl.”

The reason you think you and Jungkook click so well was because he was able to bring that vulnerable side out of you every now and then. He knew you liked to parade around with that huge superiority complex, and he loved it. But he also knew there were things you liked and disliked, and sometimes it took a little pushing for you to reveal them.

For a second, that horny cloud over his irises lifts, and he gives you one of those cute, sloppy winks as he taps your thigh gently. “Fuck my face, sweetheart,” he whispers, “drag that pretty cunt all over me until I can’t breathe.” A gasp catches in your throat, hands unconsciously curling against his scalp. He notices, and flashes you a lazy smirk. “You can do that, can’t you?”

Something akin to adoration blooms in your chest, and before you can blurt out something embarrassing—like I love you—there’s a soft click that has The Bullet Bestie revving up inside of you. You gasp, the sudden vibrations deep inside your pussy making your hips snap forward, clit rubbing against Jungkook’s nose.

“O-Oh,” you cry, and that’s all it takes for you to lose it. Your hips start off slow, at first just savoring the wet drag of his tongue against your lips, his nose against your clit. He sticks his tongue out for you, and part of you wants to tell him he’s a good boy, that corny hentai ad flashing in your mind, but you doubt you’ll survive the aftermath of that. Once you find that perfect pace, your hands are practically yanking at his hair, pushing him further into the mattress as you ride his face like he’s nothing but a toy. “Kook, Jungkook,” you pant, grinding your lower lips against his all too eager mouth.

It feels oddly weird being over him like this, using him like this. You like to think you and Jungkook have equal power in the bedroom, but you will admit that more often than not, he assumes control by default. You’re not particularly bothered by that, because you doubt you’d ever come up with the crazy ideas Jungkook did when he was horny (okay, a lie, because you definitely have thought of crazy sex schemes before).

But, this moment…

The power was quickly going to your head. “Fuck,” you sob, roughly dragging the length of your pussy over and over his face. The hands around your thighs are pressing against your skin with a strength that would hurt were you not blinded by arousal. His eyes are shut, lids fluttering open every now and then as he watches you buck wildly over his face like he was a pillow in high school and your parents were gone for the weekend.

It doesn’t help that the rhythmic pulses of the vibrator inside of you are doing their job well, the tongue that slips into your pussy joining together to form a powerful combination. It’s ultimately what has you halting your manic thrusts, instead falling into a slow grind over him. Your hips circle, eyes squeezed shut as you lose yourself in the lapping of his tongue against your dripping hole. “Mmmf,” you mewl, biting down on your lower lip as the wet muscle prods against a delicate spot within you. You hear feels light, view of the gorgeous man beneath you obstructed by the eyelids that can't seem to stay open. “N-No,” you cry, pulling his hair more roughly than you intended to in order to redirect him. “There, there,” you whimper, holding him tight against your pussy.

Beneath you, Jungkook exhales harshly against your lips, hands moving frantically over your thighs as he works his tongue inside of you alongside the bullet vibrator. If you weren’t so caught up in your own pleasure, all kinds of sounds spilling from your lips, you would have heard the quiet moans that fall from his. Alas.

It takes a few more pulses from the toy and a few more licks from Jungkook until you’re coming for the third time that night, features twisting up as your pussy clenches around his tongue before spilling down his mouth. Your back arches, a defeated moan escaping you as you release the same mess he’d claimed to clean up onto his lovely face. You can barely breathe afterwards, mouth dry and head dizzy when Jungkook finally pops back out from between your thighs. You barely have enough time to lift yourself up, pussy lightly brushing across his Adam’s apple as you stop yourself from crushing his windpipe. It makes you twitch.

“Good girl,” Jungkook praises with a cheeky smile that distracts you from the bullet toy he retrieves from your quivering cunt. His face is absolutely glistening from your arousal, skin warm and flush. He’s looking up at you like you’re some mythical goddess and he’s but a humble villager coming to pay his respects at the temple that is your body. Fuck, were you okay? You don’t think you’ve ever felt this good in your entire life, and Jungkook’s mushy gaze was doing things to your heart.

He presses a kiss against the inside of your thigh before helping you off of him, laughing meanly when you flop limply down beside him. He’s still fully clothed, a fact that irks you when he leans over to kiss you with that glossy face of his. “D’you like it?” he mumbles, kissing softly down your face. You nod, legs twitching from the aftermath of that wild ride. “I saw it, y’know,” he says suddenly.

“Saw what?” you mumble, mindlessly rolling your head to the side and exposing more skin when he begins kissing along your neck.

Jungkook says nothing, just rolls over you. Part of you thinks he’s crazy, but you’re suddenly hit with the realization that while Jungkook’s drawn three orgasms out of you in the course of an hour, you hadn’t done anything for him. Before you can dive head first into swallowing his cock, he’s kissing you softly. “That stupid face,” he smirks, slotting his mouth against yours. “That weird, now realistic face,” he tacks on.

You huff out a laugh, throwing your leg around his waist comfortably. Jungkook smiles, kisses you one last time before settling in your arms, face cutely pressed in between your boobs. “Hey,” you call, “don't you wanna cum too?”

He shakes his head, a soft sigh filling the air. “Nah,” he says, cuddles closer into you. “Rest now, baby.”

You roll your eyes. “I can feel your dick against my thigh,” you point out, wiggling your pelvis upward to brush against his throbbing erection. Jungkook holds you down in an effort to stop you. “Fuck me.”

He groans against your collarbone. “No, you’re tired,” he tries to convince you, but his skin is warm and flushed in the way it always gets when he’s riled up. “Sleep.”

With the leg around his hip, you pull him closer. “Fuck me, Jungkookie,” you purr, using the hands in his hair to turn his face up towards yours. His dark eyes are drawn down cutely, pouty lips too. “Use my body,” you suggest, “I’m yours anyway.”

His eyes flutter shut, a quiet whimper falling from his lips. “Don’t say that,” he sighs, “makes me wanna do very mean things to you.”

You smile. “You can do whatever you want to me, don’t you know that?” Another groan, his head falling forward until he’s hiding in your neck. Still, there’s movement from below, he sweats slipping down at his hips until that throbbing cock is pressed into the tiny crease where your thigh meets your pelvis. There’s a moment of hesitation, and you wonder if this is what he felt like earlier when he’d managed to get you to sit on his face. “Inside, Jungkookie,” you murmur, reaching down to line him up with your sensitive entrance. He whines softly, arms wrapping around you as he pulls you close. “Good boy.”

Despite your earlier belief that you’d never survive an encounter with Jungkook after using such a term on him, the result is much different from what you had anticipated. He visibly melts into your arms, cock slipping past your folds easily. “No,” he says, his voice feathery and whiny against your ear. “I can’t.”

You soothe a hand down his back, eyes fluttering shut as he begins slowly rutting against your swollen lips. “That’s it,” you encourage, tugging softly at his wavy hair. Jungkook moans wantonly against your neck, rolling his hips harshly against you until his arms are the only things keeping you from jostling out of his hold. “Do you like this pussy?” you ask, purposefully clenching around him, tummy tightening at the stimulation you keep packing on.

Jungkook shudders, pace growing slipping inside of you. “Yes,” he pants, “s-so wet… creamy.”

“Yeah?” you huff, pressing a smiley kiss against his forehead. “It’s yours.”

“Ffffuck,” Jungkook chokes, picking up his pace as his well-deserved orgasm reaches its peak. He’s breathing harshly now, and it’s taking everything in you to keep your pussy tight around him. But after the night he’d given you, the sounds and faces he pulled from you, it’s the least you can do. Besides, your body, after being so thoroughly pleased, still rears up for one final orgasm with him. “Mine,” he growls, bucking his hips into you. “You’re mine, baby, mine,” he seethes, ending his little tryst with a piston of his hips that makes you gasp, body almost unconsciously spasming around him. It’s painful, but so, so delicious how he manages to pull this last orgasm from you as he finally busts inside of you.

He comes with a stuttering garble of words, none of which you catch as he collapses into your hold for the final time that night. “Fuck,” he pants afterwards, leaning into your touch when he finally registers the soft combing of fingers through his hair. “That was evil.”

You laugh, pulling him closer. “As evil as you making me suffer through three orgasms before putting your dick in me?” you tease. Jungkook slips out of you, and you know it’ll be a hassle to clean your sheets tomorrow but it’s worth it.

“It’s called building the scene,” he weakly defends, blindly tugging the puffy blanket over the two of you. “I was gonna rhyme it with that horrible website you made me use but I already forgot it’s name.”

“Rude,” you snap, “it’s called KissAnime.”

“And fore-play,” he suddenly says, and you almost yank his eyeballs out of their sockets for doing that stupid thing again.

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epilogue 

Two weeks later, your favorite website and home to hentai ads is shut down after years of piracy. Jungkook laughs at your demise, sits and actually cackles at your heartbreak, until he eventually comforts you with his flaming demon cock and a subscription to both Crunchyroll and Funimation. Doyeon spends weeks tracking down a missing package, apparently some freebie she’d gotten for being such an avid customer on Sexuality Unleashed: The Best Toys Worldwide! before eventually finding it in your drawer. And because her and Jungkook have some awkward life-long rivalry for your attention, he doesn’t pay for that. 

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[poetrusicperry]

the poets go to ikea for the first time !!!

sooo this morning i made a list of things i have to take back to college with me and i always pack my stuff in these big, blue ikea bags which got me thinking about what the poets would be like in ikea bc i genuinely cannot do anything anymore without thinking about how the poets would do it HAHA. so here we are lol– i hope you guys like this !!(:

neil: something tells me that neil would really enjoy ikea. there are so many tiny little relics and fun decorations to browse as well as models/displays that are so nicely put together. just the right kinds of things to appease neil’s hidden juvenile wants (since he never got to experience a real childhood with his parents treating him like an adult since he was like 8). for example: all of the neat little stuffed animals and children’s bedroom sets that have all sorts of fun colors, etc. neil would appreciate the whole aesthetic of the store as well, liking how well-organized and modern it is inside. would definitely hide behind pieces of furniture in the displays to scare todd. also he is in charge of pushing the cart (that charlie is proudly sitting in bc he doesn’t want to “walk around everywhere”).

todd: like neil, todd appreciates the feel of the place bc he’s always had a bit of an interest in interior design, but is a little bit overwhelmed with just how big it is both outside and inside. desperately wants a djungelskog bear (which neil buys for him, bc of all the things neil struggles with, saying “no” to todd is certainly the biggest one). genuinely freaks out every single time neil scares him, even if he should see it coming after the second or third time. trails behind the group, (as he seemingly always does), taking special note of certain things he’d like to have in his own house one day (’:

knox: upon being invited, he seemed hesitant bc it’s just a furniture store, big whoop (”will there be girls there at least?”), but once they got there he was incredibly thrilled that there was a cafeteria and insisted that they go there both before shopping and after shopping (”look at how big the store is, don’t you think we’ll be hungry again by the time we’re done?”). definitely would rather be doing something else, but is just happy to be spending time around his pals (:

charlie: as previously stated, king of the cart. refuses to get out and walk because it’s “a big store and he’s tired.” neil doesn't mind pushing him, though. fully embraces the semi-chaotic feel of ikea during the weekend (so many people, which is not good for todd, but charlie full-on thrives). he would also insist on actually buying a few pieces of new furniture for his and cameron’s room (completely oblivious to the fact that he will actually need to assemble the pieces himself until they get down to the warehouse), even though it would most definitely be confiscated by mr. hager (”they’ll only confiscate it if they find it,” charlie says, to which cameron replies, “i’m pretty sure a full size vanity and bureau would be pretty easy to scope out, dumbass.” then they both flip each other off). he is definitely the reason knox decided to come after charlie begged him for at least ten minutes (”c’mon, knoxious, it’ll be fun! even if there aren’t girls there, you’ll still have me to look at (;”). offers to buy neil a couple of the stuffed animals he’s been eyeing bc he just wants to see his best friend happy. has to go back up and around the store to take note of numbers of the furniture he actually wants bc he didn’t understand how it worked (”all that time in the cart, wasted” and ”they should really have like an instruction manual before entering the store??”). and enlists meek’s help trying to find the right boxes of parts because “he’s smart like that”. still stays squished in the cart even when he puts all the boxes in it

meeks: just along for the ride, honestly. he just likes spending time with his buddies, but isn’t hesitant about going out and doing things like knox (“i’ll try anything once!”). gets into a pillow fight with pitts in one of the displays, garnering the attention of an ikea employee who sternly asks them to “act their age” and to “fix all the things they made fall on the ground”. the most adventurous eater at the cafeteria; tries the swedish meatballs and really likes them (”we have to come back here just to eat these again, guys”). rates each display on a scale of 1-10 and gives reasons for why he likes things and why he doesn’t (mostly in a joking way).

pitts: bumps his head on some of the hanging arrow signs that direct you into the next section of the store, sighs after every time. buys matching stuffed animals with meeks (’: is the designated driver, and never asks for gas money from his friends bc like knox and meeks, he just likes hanging out (but they give him gas money anyway !!). asks neil for a turn pushing the cart, which neil agrees to. when in control of the cart, bumps it into things, much to charlie’s displeasure (”wouldn’t peg you as a horrible cart driver since you’re the only one with your license, but alas, i was wrong”). feels v bad for getting in trouble w meeks about the pillow fighting and makes sure to fix any messed up things in any of the displays following the incident. also unsure of how much space is in the car for charlie’s boxes, leading him to argue against the purchase of any items.

cameron: also didn’t get the allure of a furniture store, but tagged along because he wanted to get off campus (and really does care about making time and hanging out with his friends, though he’d never admit that). pickiest when it came to the food court/cafeteria (”i just don’t want to try it, why do i need a reason ??”). actually considered buying a new desk organizer, but refused when charlie said it would look great on their new vanity (”charlie, they’ll confiscate that, too. how many times do i have to explain it ??”). unlike meeks, seriously rates each display on a scale of 1-10 talking about how some of the colors just don’t go, and it hurts his eyes to look at it. lowkey got lost for a bit and freaked out bc he couldn’t find anyone, but caught up with todd finally when they were exiting the kitchenette section. this caused him to ask what todd was doing all the way back behind the group, leading to a small, but nice conversation they had (”just making some notes about things i like for later on” todd had said. “that’s really cool, todd,” cameron smiled back at him, unknowing that todd was most certainly picking out things that not only he would like, but neil, too). finally caved and helped charlie build the new furniture when they got back because as much as he couldn't stand charlie sometimes, it made for an incredibly interesting bonding session. 

anyway, that’s all. i feel like the poets out in public and not on campus just harness a complete chaos anywhere they go HAHA. idk if this sucked or not, but it was super fun to write hehe. happy sunday i don’t want to go to work tomorrow, but such is the life of someone who has rent and bills to pay in the coming months, sigh

[nataliedanovelist]

GF & MvsM - Wanna Talk About Dinos?

This crossover was inevitable. It just works too well. Maybe one day i’ll write a fic about how the folks at Gravity Falls handled the robot-apocalypse. Probably shrugged it off. “Eh. We’ve had worse.” Haha! What if Stan and Ford, cuz they were out sailing, had no clue what happened and when they came back they were like, “Wait, what?”

For now, please enjoy this fic of Aaron making a new friend...

(credit goes to @stephreynaart for her OC Jacob) ~~~~~~~~~~ “Hi, would you like to talk to me about dinosaurs?”

Aaron asked this question more times than he could keep track of, but that wasn’t going to stop him from asking it. It started as a dare from his big sister two years ago, but now it’s a fun hobby. When fifth grade isn’t overwhelming him, scaring him with mountains of homework and horror stories about how hard middle school is going to be, and when he’s run out of YouTube videos to catch up on, he is on the hunt for fellow giant-lizard-lovers like a hungry Ceratosaurus.

“No, okay bye.” But it did get a little tiring to always cross out names and phone-numbers on the phone book with red ink. Hey, a dinosaur of a way to find phone-numbers was appropriate. He read the next number, dialed it, and after a ring or two he asked, “How would you like to talk with me about dinosaurs? No, okay thank you.”

Aaron crossed out another name and sighed, taking a break since he reached the end of a line of numbers. Maybe he should just be grateful for Abbey and accept that no one else wants to talk about the Jurassic Period. Or the Cretaceous Period. Or the Triassic Period. But then a big, old, gray-tinted ad distracted him. He grinned, thinking it would at least be fun to give them a call, and he dialed the number.

Private home phone-numbers were fun, but businesses were also fun! Poor, bored workers would gladly talk to him rather than crabby Karens, and they got paid for it! So Aaron smiled as the phone rang, and he grinned when someone picked up.

“Thanks for calling the Mystery Shack, you’re talking to Mr. Mystery himself! How may I befuddle or bewilder you?”

“Hi! How would you like to talk with me about dinosaurs?”

“Oh, dude! I’d love to, but I’m scheduled for a tour of the Oddity Museum in three minutes.” The man said, and Aaron grinned continuously, because it sounded like Mr. Mystery really wanted to talk with him about dinosaurs. “But hey! Can you hold on for one minute, I think I know a guy!”

“Yeah, sure mister!” And Aaron was greeted by the sound of a catchy jingle about buying t-shirts and mugs and snowglobes. He smiled and wiggled his feet along to the music as he looked outside at the beautiful late-fall afternoon, entertained while he waited.

~~~~~~~~~~

Soos was on the hunt. He planned out the house in his head. Abuelita was taking a nap upstairs, Melody was organizing the upcoming tour, and Stan took Jacob out for ice cream, so he might be…

The owner of the Shack grinned when he stopped at the doorway and saw the man he was looking for, sitting in Stan’s chair, reading a book.

“Uncle Ford!”

The old sailor smiled up at the young man. “Yes, wh-...”

“Do you think you could answer the phone for me? I have a tour and I think this customer’s request is right up your alley.”

“Uh… sure, but w-...”

“Thanks, you’re the best!” And Soos was gone before he could address Ford’s confusion.

Ford was a bit lost, having little to no business with business, but he had learned at this point to trust Soos, so he picked up the phone beside him and was immediately greeted with a sweet, “How would you like to talk with me about dinosaurs?”

Ford grinned and closed his book. “I would love to! All three periods are equally as fascinating to study, but the Triassic contains some of my favorite dinosaurs!”

A young voice gasped on the other line. “Mine, too! Everyone thinks the Jurassic period is so great, and it’s pretty cool, but the Triassic gave us Plateosaurus and the Brachiosaurus!”

“That’s very true! You know, it’s very interesting, maybe depictions don’t include feathers at all, which is a bit frustrating, but perhaps after the news has spread they will incorporate more feathers on merchandise and textbooks.”

“YES! That’s what I wanna do when I grow up, help draw better-accurate dinosaurs!”

~~~~~~~~~~

The phone rang on Sunday. The Shack was closed today, so Stan lazily answered it and was greeted with, “Wanna talk about dinosaurs?”

“Sixer, phone for you!”

Ford ran into the living room, elbowed his twin out of the chair, and took the phone. “Hello again, Aaron! Now, where were we? Right, so Australopithecus. … No, I don’t think… Oh! No, homo habilis was erect, Australopithecus was never fully erect.”

“Maybe he was nervous.” Stan groaned, getting to his feet.

Ford shot him a look as thankfully the young boy on the other end didn’t catch that and happily shared some more fun-facts about homo habilis.

~~~~~~~~~~

While most college students were excited for Spring Break so they could get drunk or lose their virginity, Katie was excited because her family had planned a special secret roadtrip. She was careful to keep up with her family and talk to her parents and brother frequently, but Aaron had a hobby he wasn’t talking about that his parents found out and were thrilled about. Aaron had made another friend.

Rick and Katie did some research and the tourist attraction sounded right up their alley! In the middle of the woods, tons of weird stuff, and a fun roadtrip filled with diners and attractions. They decided to surprise Aaron, and they made up a lie that they would spend Spring Break in California with Katie so she could show her family around San Francisco, when in actuality they would be traveling up the state to the Redwood Highway and see the oddity place, and maybe even allow Aaron to meet his new pen-pal. Or, um, phone-pal.

So after bombarding Katie with hugs the Mitchells threw her luggage into the car and drove off. Aaron turned to Katie and excitingly asked, “So where are we going first? Can we go fix the Golden Gate bridge by painting it gold?”

Katie laughed and ruffled his hair. “Maybe later, right now I wanna show you guys this fun store right outside of town. Here, check out the videos I made for my classes!” And she pulled out some airpods and gave one to Aaron.

“Cool!”

Rick and Linda smirked at each other as they drove north. By the time they reached a little diner in Redding, CA, it was very clear to Aaron that they weren’t in San Francisco anymore. “Come on, just tell me where we’re going!” The boy begged as he fed Monchi a fry.

“The best kind of prizes are the surprises.” Linda quoted.

“Eric, Deborahbot5000, where are we going?”

“Sorry, Aaron, we cannot give that information.” Eric said, he and the other robot sitting politely in their seats, happy to be a part of the social interaction.

“Yes, Mother will bury us if we disobey.” Deborahbot said matter-of-factly.

“What?! No I won’t, sweeties.”

“Won’t you ground us?”

The family laughed and Aaron let the topic go; if he was honest, he loved a good surprise. The big family stopped in a motel just at the California-Oregon border, and the next morning after muffins and coffee and orange juice they were on the road again, passing dozens of trees that made Rick feel at home. Katie happily recorded the trip, trusted to be the documenter for another fun roadtrip, with hopefully not as much mortal peril.

Aaron watched as they left the highway for a simple road, and they passed a big sign. The boy gasped and caught what was happening. “No WAY! Really?!”

“You know, I hear this Mystery Shack even has a Sasquatch.” Rick commented while Linda pulled out a pamphlet from the glove box.

“It says here it’s full of odd things you’ll never see anywhere else, even a dinosaur footprint…”

“Wasn’t there a rumor of there being a Bottomless Pit?” Katie asked, pointing her camera at Aaron to get his reaction.

“Thank you thank you THANK YOU!!!” Aaron cheered, hugging his Dad’s neck and kissing his Mom’s cheek.

“Hey, no worries, buddy.” Rick eased, fixing his shewed glasses. “We wanted to see this place, too!”

“Why don’t we eat a quick lunch and then we’ll take the backroad for the attraction? There’s a coupon in here for a diner made from a giant log!”

And so after being served by a pretty blonde teenager at Greasy’s, they drove through town to get to the backroad. Signs made them confident that they were going the correct way, as well as Eric and Deborahbot5000’s GPS. Then as they turned a corner, a big triangle-shaped building came into view. Aaron grinned at the giant sign with a missing letter. People were already leaving, arms full of souvenirs and one or two already wearing their new hats or t-shirts. Once Rick parked in the Free Parking Lot, Aaron spilled out of the car and ran for the shack, but he stopped.

Katie caught up to him and patted his back. “You cool, man?”

Aaron shrugged, holding his hands in front of him and his shoulders up to hide his face a bit. “I-I dunno… What if… What if he doesn’t like me?”

“Hey, I get it.” Katie admitted. “When I first met my friends I was really nervous. I had talked to them online for weeks and I was worried it wasn’t gonna be what it was all cracked up to be, but it was. Your system worked! You found another dino-lover! You earned this moment. Just take in a deep breath and be yourself, cuz you’re a pretty cool dude.”

Aaron smiled up at his big sister. “Thanks.”

Trusting Eric and Deborahbot5000 to watch Monchi and make sure he used the bathroom, the Mitchells went inside the shack. On the porch there was an ice cooler, a sign reading schedule times for tours of the Oddity Museum, a Help Wanted sign, and two rocking chairs with a game of checkers between them.

Inside the store a few customers filled up the gift shop, alongside t-shirts, snowglobes, a vending machine, a door beside ti that read Employees Only, a bookshelf full of comic on one side and old newspapers claiming alien sightings on the other, a fish tank holding a monkey-mermaid, and barrels full of spaceship keychains and dino claws. A new section called Camping Stuff caught Rick’s eye, selling backpacks, lanterns, flashlights, batteries, canteens, and compasses. Katie opened a comic called Lil’Stanley and laughed at the swears, taking a pic and sending it to her friends’ group chat. Linda looked into the barrel full of patches and grinned at all the fun designs, while Aaron stared happily at the mer-monkey.

The Employees Only door opened and closed and Rick watched as a man in a suit, fez, and eyepatch walked up to the lady at the register and kissed her cheek. The woman smiled lovingly and left while the guy who resembled a gopher checked a customer out. Rick waited until the buyer left to approach the register, leaning an arm on the counter.

“Welcome to the Mystery Shack, dude!”

“Thanks! So, this is gonna sound weird, but my son Aaron talks to a guy here about dinosaurs…”

“No way!” The owner interrupted excitedly. “Good to see you, dudes! I’m Mr. Mystery! Wow, you guys came a long way, huh?”

“Nah, only from California. My daughter is attending art school there.”

While the men chit-chatted and Linda joined them, Katie noticed a guy walking up to Aaron and looking at the mer-monkey. She smiled and tried to read the comic without being too nosy, but she kept her senses on her brother.

“Hm, quite fascinating, isn’t it?” The man in the blue hoodie said. “But I think my favorite is the fossilized footprint. Could be Nanuqsaurus hoglundi.”

“The Polar Bear Lizard?” Aaron clarified, touching his chin as he looked at the dino-print, his back to the man he was talking to. “Maybe, but they’re from Alaska. It’s possible plate tectonics did cause some fossils to be relocated here, but it could also be a Nanotyrannosaurus lancensis footprint.”

“The Dwarf Tyrant? Could very well be. Would you like to talk about dinosaurs after your tour?”

Aaron’s eyes widened as the voice was finally familiar to him. He turned and looked up to find an old man smiling up at him. He had fluffy gray hair with a white stripe running around his scalp, wrinkles by his eyes due to smiling, a cleft chin, glasses, and wore a blue hoodie with a maroon sweater underneath. His hands were behind his back and he smiled down at Aaron warmly, while the boy was jittery and overly-excited. He took in a sharp breath and had to fight every muscle to keep from leaping through the screen door. 

“H-H-Hi…” He peeped. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Y-Yeah, sure! I’d love to! I’m Aaron! Er, wait, you already knew that.” And he held out a hand to shake.

His phone-pal, Ford, chuckled and got on one knee to be eye-level. “Greeting, Aaron! It’s nice to formally meet you.”

Aaron shook his hand and noticed something. He had six fingers on his right hand. A quick glance told Aaron he also had six fingers on his left hand. Aaron grinned with sparkling eyes at his new friend, while the old sailor smiled warmly at the boy that reminds him of his niece and nephew when they were young.

[skampi835]

Let’s never speak of this again! (Motonari x reader)

Let’s celebrate Motonari’s upcoming route with an oneshot! 🥳 Since I hopefully avoided most of the spoilers I didn’t come up with any good idea, but then I found this:

you and your enemy hug each other, it's completely accidental, and neither of you know why it happened, and it's like,,, you glare at each other, with an expression of ''let's never speak of this again'´

Thanks for putting this idea in my mind @screnwriter​!

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Language: english

Starring: Motonari x reader (female)

Genre: Comedy

Warning: besides Motonari’s slanguage surprisingly none... ahaha who am I kidding? It's Motonari 😂

real Warnings: angst, bad language, violence (fighting scene!)

Word Count: 1.810

“Get her!”

Shoot! How do I always end in situations like this?!

With this thought you’re bolting straight into the next alleyway. You’ve left the busy trading streets of Azuchi a long time ago and unfortunately lost track of your current position due the rising panic inside of you. Honestly, you’ve no idea where the heck you are right now! Though obviously still in Azuchi you’re running hopefully into the right direction towards the fuller marketplace!

Desperate, you’re squeezing your way through a very small gap between two buildings and dash on. Maybe your pursuers can’t follow you through this and it'll buy you some extra time! The shouts from traders and the sounds of frisky chatters are getting louder with every step you’re taking, which means you have to be on the right track!

Determined you’re keeping up the fast pace, praying you’re able to shake off your pursuers completely in the crowds of the busy market, as you round the next corner. But all of a sudden you’re awfully crashing into a wall.

“Woah!”

“Uff--!”

The heavy impact is stealing your air, though obviously not only from you, but also from said wall, which in the hustle and bustle you’re literally falling into his arms eagerly not to fall. Together you’re even staggering sideways for a split second. Stressed and tense you’re spinning your head up with surprise, staring into the startled, wide ruby red eyes of the man. "Wah-…?"

“… You?!”

You didn't even realize how tight you were clutching Motonari when you crashed into him, until he’s violently yanking your arms away. "The hell yer doing? Got a bloody death wish?" He hisses and is glaring at you furiously.

As shocked as Motonari's reaction was, so are you aghast to face him right now. "What, of all people, are you doing here?!" You snap, still completely out of breath.

Quick steps are pulling you back to the current situation you are still in. You were supposed to keep running from your pursuers but simultaneously you’re facing an enemy of the Oda forces. Your situation is definetly growing somewhat hopeless. Nevertheless the sight of Motonari’s anger makes it a lot easier for your decision, to pass him and run away, than to stand rooted on the spot.

Unfortunately Motonari suddenly grabs your wrist roughly when you've just turned away and is pulling you back. "Ack-…! Let me go!" you plead.

"I won't do shit," Motonari growls venomously. "Now that yer recognized me, princess, I’ve gotta improvise something."

The hectic steps from the side street are getting louder with every passing moment, before they’re coming to a sudden stop right next to you. “There’s this witch!” One of the pursuers is shouting. He’s considerably tall with broad shoulders and a massive body. Shortly afterwards another two coarse figures appears behind him. They’re building themselves up with stern grimaces in the narrow alleyway.

Your eyes anxiously widen and your body starts to tremble ever so slightly. But there is no running away again for you, for Motonari’s adamant grip is chaining you.

"Huh, didn't even know yer know so many grim-looking acquaintances, princess." Motonari’s saying coolly, scanning the three men with his steely gaze. Still he doesn't loosen his grip on your wrist instead he’s tightening it.

"I haven't!" You snort, trying to yank your hand free to get away from him - without avail. You don’t know if it's better, getting caught by Motonari or these guys. But you know for shure both scenarios are pretty bad.

"Hey, you there! Plat-head!” One of the scoundrels growls and is glaring at Motonari grimly, whose dryly raising an eyebrow at this denomination. "Give us the little girl. We have business with her."

“That stupid hussy broke my nose!” Another of them shouts indignantly. You’re noticing his swollen red nose and you can't suppress a brief, yet inappropriate, flash of pride in your face.

It was just a few minutes ago, when they stalked you after you’ve exited your favorite shop. Unfortunately this shop is located in the outskirts of the village so there weren’t many people when they confronted you. The guys wanted to ‘talk to you nicely’ and after a few seconds you’ve ‘nicely declined'. Thank goodness you know some techniques of self-defense!

However, even more inappropriate is Motonari's spiteful laughter that he’s suddenly uttering. It’s giving you the creeps! "Seriously?" With a quick sideways glance in your direction with his ruby red orbs, he’s grinning at the fellow with extreme smug. "Tell me, how’d she did it, putz? Did she climb onto yer?"

Good gracious! Wouldn’t you please make him madder than he already is? Pretty please?!

"What did you just call me?" The broad shouldered man’s roaring furiously. Shortening the distance to Motonari, he’s threateningly waving with his massive fist.

Without wanting to, you’re quickly seeking cover behind Motonari, who has finally let go of your wrist. Now with his hands free he’s facing the attacker. With quick reflexes Motonari’s skillfully dodging the scoundrel's punch and draws his sword with a metal 'shink' that’s humming in the air. You’re holding your breath when Motonari’s holding the blade right against the throat of the ruffian, who is instantly not moving a muscle anymore. "Are you out of yer damn mind? You fucking want to take me on unarmed?!"

Motonari’s sounding incredibly unimpressed, for it was him against three rapscallions, but also incredibly pissed. No matter how this will end, you're sure you won't be of any use. So you’re looking around for an escape route. But you are cornered. The only side you could rush to is a dead end.

"The lil’ one’s mine, get it? So piss off, aye? ” Motonari’s growling with a frown and kicks the man roughly in his side. Gruntling the man hits the ground hard.

"You sunova-!" Furiously about the defeat of his crony, another ruffian - not quite as stupid as his predecessor - is trying his luck with a rusty dagger, when he’s running towards Motonari. But after a few seconds it lands on the ground, followed by the guy.

The last of the crew charges in, just to earn a brutal smack with the back of Motonari’s sword in the side of his neck. "Tch! How the hell did ya morons think yer can take me on when a lil’ girly beat you up? Ya wanna make me really mad?”

You’re recognizing the change in the air around Motonari. It’s tense, shifting from the beginning amusement to bloodlust. Motonari’s wielding his sword, but apparently used it just to disarm his opponent. But now it seems that he won’t restrain himself any longer.

"Crap, let's get out of here!" The guy with the lost dagger is yelling towards his pals. Frantically they’re getting up and quickly disappear into the alleys.

You sigh, relieved as the men finally disappear. But just one moment later your heart’s sinking completely into your boots when Motonari turns back to you, though this time with a sword in his hand. "Back to ya, princess."

“I haven't seen or heard anything!” You shout, throwing your arms up in air and backing from him. Now pressed against a real wall on the side of the house, your heart is pounding up to your throat, when you meet Motonari’s sharp gaze. Luckily the bloodlust you’ve seen before has gone, too.

Motonari’s raising an eyebrow, probably irritated by your strange reaction and is fixing you. Then the corner of his mouth curves up to an amusing smirk while he’s withdrawing his sword back to his belt. “Heh, ain’t that a start?” He snickers.

Abruptly he shortens the distance to you, placing one of his white gloved hands right next to your head against the wall behind you. Superior and smugly, Motonari’s looking straight into your eyes, straight into you. The tension’s getting tangible again and your heart’s pounding hard in your chest. "You owe me. I bet you saw nothing, understood?"

Something you least of all wanted, is to owe to some madman like Motunari! His stern expression is sending a shiver through your spine. "I- ... uhm ... thank you?"

"What should I do with yer thanks? Can’t buy anything with ‘em.” Motonari snarls dissatisfied and is slightly narrowing his eyes. "Either you damn shut yer mouth about everything ya saw - hell, just forget I’m even here! Or I'll cut out yer pretty tongue. Ain’t that a deal?"

Automatically you’re pressing your lips together sealing your mouth - and especially your tongue. You’re staring at him in horror with wide eyes. "Let's never talk about this again, aye?"

What joice do you have? Of course you could just agree with Motonari and then tell the warlords about his whereabouts. But you’ve always been a woman which sticks to her word, no matter how bitter this one is. Not entirely sure whether he'll still carry out his threat to cut off your tongue, you're just nodding, while glancing determined up to him.

"Splendid." Motonari’s pushing himself off the wall with a mask of satisfaction on his face, giving you the way free. "Then rush back to yer patrons, ‘lil princess.”

Uncertain you’re blinking towards him. Motonari makes no move to stop you, he’s just waving with his hand in your direction. He really leaves you with just that! Without further thinking, you’re taking to your heels and bolt away. Not that he'll change his mind after all!

After two more alleys, you’re finally reaching the busy and crowded market and try to calm your panicked pounding heart. That was definitely too much excitement for one day! Still, you're grateful for Motonari getting those ruffians off your back. But why does it haf to be Motonari of all people?!

A deal is a deal, you’re thinking to yourself taking one last, deep, nessecary breath. Certainly it won’t mean anything good that Motonari’s currently in Azuchi. You just hope, you won’t regret this deal someday.

With quick steps you’re heading purposefully back to the castle. Even if this idiot surely won’t appreciate it, your silence about that accident was certain to him.

And you are going to take to grave, that you’ve embraced Motonari by that accident, when running into him. Yes, better never even think about this again!

_____

Motonari’s running his white gloved fingers through his hair and grunts in annoyance, after you left. That you’ve recognized him is a great nuisance to him. It’s time to rethink his plans. That would slow things down a lot.

As if he’d actually trust a little princess like you to keep her mouth shut. What stupidity!

Casually he drives his hands on his sides to get rid of the strange feeling from your delicate arms embracing him.

Let's never talk about this again. - Yeah, better let's not.

[failedintsave]

I tried the MTL pairing generator for rarepair month...aaaand it told me to stay in my lane lol. And then it told me to write some Rachel/Roy Cornickleson which I just don't think I'm ready to take on 🙃 So here's some Skwistok set just before Doomstar that I've been fiddling with.

(gets just a little nsfw near the beginning)

Stages

Everyone handles grief differently.

Skwisgaar groaned as muscular arms pushed him against the wall, the reinforced metal door to his room on the submarine banging shut as they cleared the threshold. Hands tangled in his hair, holding him in place while lips and tongue and teeth worked over his neck. He clung desperately to the body pressed against him, fingers twisting in blue cotton material and yanking it upward. The mouth latched onto his throat pulled away as the t-shirt was hauled over his head and Toki's fevered eyes found his before rushing forward again, mashing their lips together with sloppy abandon. He gripped Skwisgaar by the belt, half dragging him as they stumbled their way to his bunk and collapsed. Breathing came in gasps and sighs as Toki's weight pinned him down into the mattress, the pressure both exhilarating and mollifying, an anchor to hold onto as the life he'd known for so many years turned upside down and twisted away in the wind.

He'd never given much energy to grief. Life was just a punctuated string of losses in the long run. Loss of innocence, loss of trust, loss of opportunities. It was all meaningless, really. In his experience, something new always came along to fill the space so why dwell on mourning what you couldn't have back?

Boots thumped to the floor, kicked off in haste. His shirt was peeled away before sturdy hands lifted his hips to free him of his jeans, calloused fingertips gliding back up his thighs and making him shiver. Toki climbed up to kiss him again, hungrily, as if trying to swallow him whole, their teeth knocking against each other. Skwisgaar ran his hands over every inch of skin he could reach, the hard lines of Toki's shoulders, the raised ridges of overlapping scars on his back, hip bones where they ground down against his own. Heat pooled low in his belly like magma aching to erupt. He wanted this, needed this right now, more than he'd ever needed anything in his life. How long had they danced around this, stealing moments and blaming it later on booze or post-show adrenaline, walking right up to the line and peeking over before backing away again? In the name of preserving band dynamics? A lot of good that had done, they'd still ended up where they are now, Dethklok tipping over the precipice into self-destruction.

Another loss to add to the list.

Toki pulled back, glacier blue eyes raking over Skwisgaar's features with manic light, chestnut locks of hair falling in disarray to frame his face. Skwisgaar reached up and tucked a strand behind his ear and Toki's expression shifted, the wild yearning softened into something gentler, less wolfish. He sat up to kneel between Skwisgaar's legs, hand skimming from his collar bone to his navel and leaving a trail of fire, over the inside of his thigh and dipping beneath, pausing until Skwisgaar breathed his assent, whispered his name.

Fingers tested gingerly, gradually increasing in depth and pressure before he gripped him by the waist and hauled him onto his lap. Skwisgaar canted his hips, lip catching between his teeth at the feel of Toki against him, his pulse hammering in his ears. His head angled back into the pillows and a wordless moan escaped his throat when Toki eased forward, back arching as lightning raced up his spine. Skwisgaar's fingers knotted in the bed sheets as Toki released a shuddering breath over him, rocking into him slowly, building rhythm into a steady push and pull.

Loss of professional boundaries. Definitely not something to be mourned.

The devastating sensation of fullness where they joined drove all coherent thought from Skwisgaar's mind and his eyes rolled back under closed lids, panting nonsense and expletives, begging for release. His toes curled as Toki matched stokes with his hand to the tempo of his thrusts, coaxing him through his climax until tipping over the edge after him with a whining sigh. Call and response, Skwisgaar thought dazedly as his superheated skeleton melted into jelly. When he could open his eyes again, his gaze landed on Toki's face above him, watching him with an openly heartsick expression.

"I… hads to do dat… at least once before dis ams all over." The broken whisper settled over him like a burial shroud.

Skwisgaar shook his head, holding out his arms. "Come heres."

Swallowing thickly, Toki obeyed, winding his arms under Skwisgaar's shoulders and burying his face in the crook of his neck. Skwisgaar shifted to find a comfortable position, their sweat-slick chests sliding against each other as he angled slightly onto one side, hand cradling Toki's skull to keep him near.

"Seem pretties stupids we aments been doing dat dis whole time, honestlies."

Loss of time.

Toki held him tightly and Skwisgaar felt the tremor in his grip. He rubbed his cheek against the crown of the other man's head, humming tunelessly as he waited for him to speak, knowing already the fears plaguing his mind. He'd faced them often enough in his younger days, even if the scenario now was more complicated. It was hard to compare wondering where your next gig, your next meal ticket, might come from to wondering where to go after you'd already stood at the top.

Sniffling preceded the feeling of wetness against his shoulder, Toki mumbling against his skin. "What happens now? Ams we all just gonna says 'fucks you, see ya laters' now dat de band ams done? Even now dat dey tells us we gots to plays music to saves de world?"

Skwisgaar fiddled with a strand of brown hair for a moment before answering. "Well, I don'ts know abouts all dis saves-de-woirld business. But whats I do know ams band break ups. And, euughh, ja dat ams a pretty standords opseratings procedures."

"But does it has to be likes dat? We coulds all stays pals, right?"

"Dat ams...compslickateds." He dropped the lock and let his hand fall to Toki's shoulders. "Somet'ing like dis...people tends to ezpecks yous to euughh, picks sides. It ams messy. And it never warks out, t'ings always comes apart in de end."

Loss of the longest working relationships he'd had in his life.

Toki said nothing, so Skwisgaar continued if only to fill the silence. "But it coulds be worse, you knows? We gots more moneys den god, what's so bad what cants be fixed wif dat?" The statement produced a cold feeling trickling down behind his ribs, like swallowing a heaping spoonful of snow. "Nones of it acktualies matters. Just goes on to da next t'ings."

"I just... don'ts know what to does if dere aments a Dethklok."

"Whatevors you wants! You coulds buy de whole stores of airplane models, or you coulds builds you own splasharoonies water parks. Hell you coulds probablies starts a new bands wif dose guys from dat T'underhorse group."

"No," Toki murmured, face still compressed against Skwisgaar's neck. "I don't wants a new band. Dis was da one."

The possessive satisfaction he felt at those words tied his stomach in guilty knots.

"Ja it ams was a pretty good gigs…"

Toki shifted, laying his head on the pillow next to Skwisgaar's, his forlorn gaze searching his face for answers. Skwisgaar rolled so they were laying face to face, legs still twisted under the sheets.

Not everything was tied up in the feud that caused the band to split. What if it didn't have to be a total loss? Surely there were parts here that could be salvaged.

"Okej...so who says we haves to do anyt'ings at all?"

Toki's brows cinched. "What you means?"

Maybe, just this one thing, he could keep.

Skwisgaar's lips curved with the ghost of a smile. "I's already mades it to de top, ams de fastest guitarist alives...coulds be I shoulds just quits while I gots de title, ja? Retires, takes my ball and goes home wif it."

Toki snorted and rolled his eyes.

"Builds mineself a giant house up in de mountains or somet'ing. Or travels and just fucks off on de resgiduals forever, not worries about a deadlines or demos ever again. Plays guitar just for funs."

He saw his grin mirrored on Toki's face as the other man nodded dreamily.

"Maybe you...comes wif me?" Fluttery nerves tickled behind his sternum. "If you wants to."

Toki's eyes widened. "Wait. Whats?"

Just this. He could be happy with this.

"Y-you means it? You aments just messings with Toki?"

He shook his head. "How long dids we waste before nows? For not'ing. I'm sick ofs waitings. Let's just goes."

A heartbeat passed, and then Toki's mouth was on his again. Less frantic this time, hopeful rather than desperate. He cradled Toki's jaw, taking his time as he returned his affections, deepening the kiss and tracing languid strokes over his neck, his shoulders, his chest. Their limbs wound together in a twisted bramble, bodies drawing tightly together, fitting like puzzle pieces.

A repetitive, discordant riff sounded from the pile of clothes abandoned on the floor and Toki's head jerked away. Flashing an apologetic grin, he rolled away to fish his phone from his pocket, sliding his pants up loosely around his hips.

"Sorries, be rights back!" He whispered, pressing the screen to answer. "Oh hei, Rockso!*

"Hows do you even has signals down here?" Skwisgaar called after him as he stepped into the hall, then flopped back onto the pillows to stare at the ceiling, counting the shiny rivets in the metal plating.

This was doable. Tomorrow they would bury more than just a mentor, they would lay to rest their careers as the biggest metal band in existence. The world at large would mourn their passing, but Skwisgaar wouldn't dwell on what's done and over. Not if he had new prospects to look forward to. Something always came along, and he never looked back.

"I tolds Magnus dat I woulds sit wif hims tomorrow." He heard Toki's muffled voice through the crack he'd left in the door.

A shadow passed over his thoughts at the name, like someone walking across his grave. It was uncomfortable to say the least, to have their former guitarist back in the fringes of their lives. Toki had a habit of finding friendship in questionable places, but where the clown was mostly an annoyance and sometimes a financial drain, his relationship with Magnus left Skwisgaar apprehensive. It didn't ease his mind when Toki insisted the older musician was different now. How could he know? He hadn't lived with the man, hadn't walked on eggshells during every rehearsal or songwriting session, hadn't watched as he plunged a knife into a bandmate.

But Magnus had also saved Toki with his insulin. He'd been there for Toki as a shoulder to lean on when the band had started to fall apart, too preoccupied with their own issues to spare a minute for their youngest member.

So maybe Toki was right. Things change; he'd never expected that a wedge could be driven between Nathan and Pickles far enough to end their friendship in such a catastrophic way, but here they were. And if Magnus still harbored any resentment for the band, their breakup was probably a balm to the old wound of rejection. What else could he wish on them? He was probably loving this.

The door scraped shut and Toki slipped back into the blankets gingerly, as if expecting Skwisgaar to be asleep. When he saw that he was still awake, Toki leaned in with a grin.

"Sorries...now, where was we…?" He murmured, capturing Skwisgaar's lips tenderly. "Oh ja, you was tellings me how we's gonna runs away togedders into de sunsets."

"Pfff. Dat am hardlies what I saids."

More kisses peppered his cheek and jaw. "Dats what I heards."

"Well I always knew yous was tone deafs, I didn'ts realize you ams just all de way hards of hearingks." His arm encircled Toki's back as the brunette nestled in again.

"Tells to me about wheres we gonna goes. Tells me about our house on tops of de mountains."

Skwisgaar snorted. Of the two of them, his was not the more vivid and fanciful imagination. But staring up at the blank canvas that the brushed metal panels of ceiling created, he envisioned a future for them to share. They squabbled playfully over locations and home design styles. They named off outlandish things they would fill their home with, like an even bigger ruby metronome or a trampoline room or an indoor pool shaped like a guitar and filled with champagne. They listed places they'd toured that they wanted to visit again, and locations they hadn't been yet but had always hoped to see.

"Can we gets a cat?" Toki asked suddenly, making Skwisgaar laugh airily.

"If we haves to?" He laughed again as Toki nodded against him. "But I'm not cleaningks up after it, dat ams all you, pal."

"Okei." Toki sighed deeply, settling in more comfortably. "Okei. I feels a lots less scareds now about all dis."

His hand glided up from where it had been resting at Skwisgaar's hip to lay warm over his heartbeat.

"I'll miss Dethklok. A whole lots. But now I t'inks I ams acktualies looking forwards to what comes next."

Still staring at the steel plates above, Skwisgaar grinned at the pictures they'd painted in his mind.

"Ja, me toos."

He covered Toki's hand with his own. However much they stood to lose after tomorrow, his heart felt lighter at what they were about to gain together. There was no reason to dwell on what was gone.

Everyone handles grief differently.

Laying on his bunk, Skwisgaar's eyes roamed the scuffed plate ceiling overhead, lingering on rusted rivets and water stains. The imperfections seemed to move and writhe like crawling insects under the influence of whatever handful of pills Pickles had given him. A half-drained bottle of vodka lay cradled against his chest, the mouth stoppered by his thumb. Fire burned in his belly from the alcohol, but cold fury pulsing through his veins tempered it.

He'd been prepared for Dethklok to end, had even accepted the idea that his career as a guitarist was over, diminished to a hobby. Playing guitar was his lifeblood, his purpose, and he'd been about to let that go. What had he been thinking? How had he gotten so wrapped up in fantasy that throwing away his entire self had seemed like a plausible course of action.

Loss of objectivity. Fortunately it seemed to be temporary.

He took a long pull from the bottle, dribbling a little and not bothering to wipe it away. Stupid Toki, needing to be comforted like a child with make-believe bedtime stories. He couldn't just man up and move on like everyone else, like Skwisgaar had been doing since he was a teen, finding his next audition, his next couch to crash on, his next temporary alliance with subpar musicians to make ends meet. It couldn't have been an easier landing for him either, no concerns about hunger or homelessness or deportation hanging over his head. He was set up for success and still couldn't handle it.

Fucking idiot needed so much attention, so much coddling, he'd even run straight into harm's way to try and make a friend. Of all people, he'd had to choose Magnus, that vindictive bastard. Of course he'd still been carrying a grudge, when had he ever let anything go in the past? And they'd known it.

A pair of divots on the ceiling stared back at him, one dark, one catching the light. Glaring back at him mockingly, winking at his impotent rage.

They'd known. They'd known, they knew, they knew.

Skwisgaar knew. And he'd said nothing.

Then he'd watched again, frozen, as Magnus drove a knife into someone close to him.

Skwisgaar thrashed upright, a strangled roar bursting from his lungs as he flung the bottle at the wall. He kicked at the bedside table bolted to the wall, denting it from below, then spun around to tear the sheets from his bunk and hurl them across the room. This wasn't the trade he'd prepared for, this wasn't the deal he'd made with himself.

His eyes fell on his Explorer propped in the corner. He reached for it, wrapping both hands around the ebony fretboard, holding it like an axe and swinging it against the wall. He bashed it into the floor, the dresser, screaming until his throat was raw and the guitar was cracked into useless chunks of wood and fiberglass connected by twisted strings. He dropped the pieces in a heap, sinking to the ground to lean against the side of his bed, his shoulders heaving with labored panting.

The door of his room scraped open, and in his periphery he saw a figure standing, backlit by the dim red glow in the corridor. Broad-shouldered, straight hair dangling about their head. His heart seized for a moment before the figure spoke, shattering his hallucination.

"What are you doing in here?" Nathan's gravelly voice was cautious.

Skwisgaar didn't turn, eyes still focused on the debris ahead of him. The stainless steel guitar strings seemed to wriggle like worms in grave soil, consuming the corpse of his instrument. He waited until he caught his breath before trying to respond.

"What does it looks like I'm doingks?"

Nathan shifted in the doorway. "Losing your mind."

He chuckled mirthlessly.

Loss of sanity? Maybe.

"You've been locked up in there a while. Maybe you should, you know. Come out here. With the rest of the band."

"Fucks off."

Nathan didn't move. Skwisgaar felt the urge to rage at the other man rise in him, to shout in his face, demand to know why it had taken him so long to patch things over with Pickles, why he let it go so far that he'd upset all of their lives so horrifically. But the feeling passed, his body drained from his previous outburst and from trying to filter a pharmacy's worth of substances through his liver.

"We're gonna find him, you know. Charles has people everywhere looking already."

One shoulder rose and fell in a halfhearted shrug. "Whatevers. Who cares."

They could have been a four-piece. If he really wanted to rage at someone it would be his past self. How different would things be right now if he'd never given that gutter rat a chance after missing his audition time? How much of what they achieved would they have really missed out on? How many rerecording sessions and stupid arguments and publicized blow outs could have been avoided? What would they really have been missing?

He certainly wouldn't mourn the loss of a constant source of annoyance. Of an immature tag-along with a hair trigger temper. Of a loud and boisterous whirlwind of silliness and color and sincerity.

Loss of his shadow. Loss of his muse. Loss of his best friend. Loss of his future. Loss of…

Loss of…

He couldn't breathe.

"Just leaves me alone. Please." He gritted out, proud of the steadiness of his voice as his stomach began to roil and his eyes prickled with tears.

Nathan hesitated. "Should I...close this?"

Skwisgaar nodded and after another moment the steel frame clanged shut. His vision blurred as tears welled and spilled over, his breath returning in short gasping puffs which rolled over into sobs that rattled his frame.

They'd had one day. Not even a day. An evening. Hours.

He wept until he was sick, vomiting clear liquor and not much else onto the floor next to the remnants of his guitar. He wept until his tears were spent and his head throbbed in tandem with his heart, even though he didn't understand how the muscle still carried a beat when the rhythm had been taken away.

Eventually he had nothing left. His face felt swollen, his eyes were gritty. Skwisgaar rolled to his hands and knees, avoiding the puddle of sick as he rocked up onto wobbly legs. He looked at the door, wondering if the others were still awake. If they were sitting in the lounge, drowning their sorrows. He felt like he wore a lead weight around his neck, bowing under the pull of it. It might be better just to sleep.

He turned to the naked mattress, but a scrap of blue on the floor near the foot of the bed caught his attention. A faded cotton t-shirt lay where it had been discarded. Skwisgaar stared at it for several long moments. He stepped closer to the bed, to the shirt.

And kicked it underneath the frame and out of sight before turning for the door.

He'd never given much energy to grief. Life was just a punctuated string of losses in the long run. Loss of purpose. Loss of self. Loss of connection. Loss of…

It was all meaningless, really. So why dwell on mourning what you couldn't have back?

[morwensteelsheen]

for the character meme: faramir and cassian

yaaaaaaas thank u 👑👑👑

Faramir

How I feel about this character

Oh boy. Yeah. So I see in Faramir what I wish I were — not just the good stuff like the pacificism and the intellectualism and the romanticism, but what I wish my flaws were too. It’s hard to not treat him as something of a literary patron saint of historians for all the incredible exposition work he’s given throughout the books, y’know? Like he has this incredibly historically-minded perspective on things, yet instead of taking it and behaving (as I tend to) in a sort of deeply pessimistic, confrontational, and defeatist way, he uses it to enable his (over)confidence. And I think that’s really brilliant and something I wish I could do. Yeah. God. I feel a lot of things about Faramir all the time, constantly torn between gender envy for him and normal, slightly furious envy lmao.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

lol whoops it’s just Éowyn lol. I am very much pro he and Aragorn shagging, if I don’t think too hard about it, but there are basically no other characters in the book who have forceful enough personalities to act as a countervailing force to some of his, uhhhh, Extremes, and I think Éowyn ends up being his [David Duchovny voice] human credential, which is lovely.

I guess I’m also partial to the Faramir-As-A-Sloppy-Bitch hypothesis which has him behaving like a bit of a fuckboy, but that’s not really shipping so much as character development? I guess?

My non-romantic OTP for this character

I’m buying him one of those awful one man wolfpack tshirts lmao, my dude absolutely does not have pals. I think he’s got loads of decent working relationships with people and is definitely charismatic when he wants to be, but outwith that……. lol

My unpopular opinion about this character

looooooool, I feel like the Faramir Is Not A Crybaby one is well trodden ground at this point, but one of my favourite unpopular opinions is that I think he’s, like, 15% more cynical than everybody gives him credit for. I think a lot of what he does can be construed as very obviously, uhhh, putting the moves on, I guess? Like I think he’s not making grand statements to Éowyn because he’s Magically Compelled To Do It, but because I think he absolutely 100% knows it’s stroking her ego. And I think playing one man good cop/bad cop with Sam and Frodo isn’t him rapidly changing his Take on the situation after getting new information, I think he’s very purposefully trying to unsettle their psychological defences a bit so he can get a better sense for what’s really going on and whether these two guys are going to end up handing Isildur’s Bane™ over to Sauron.

One thing I wish would happen/had happened with this character in canon

Actually nothing super significant. I guess I think the one kid shit is nonsensical. Even without turning on dumb horny shipper brain that says 0% chance he and éowyn weren’t fucking loads, I genuinely refuse to believe that any self-respecting feudal lord would not at least go for the And A Spare, if not And Several Spares, especially if you’re Faramir and your entire family got obliterated leaving you — Man Who Was Not Meant To Hold The House Down — the sole survivor.

Beyond that Faramir gets exactly what he ought to out of LOTR (though I would have loved to have read about his misery life in the Fourth Age), and I can’t really complain? Maybe a line or two at the trothplighting in Rohan? A chat with Galadriel? idk he really did fine for canon appearances imo

Cassian

How I feel about this character

There’s no way to say this without sounding slightly unhinged, but the scene in R1 where he shoots the injured informant on the Ring of Kafrene is genuinely one of my favourite moments in all of Star Wars. It threw down the gauntlet for visceral depictions of the unfeelingness of the GFFA in a way that hadn’t really been done before. Both the OT and the PT make gestures at it (the destruction of Alderaan is a good example, as is the slightly-bungled slavery subplot in TPM), but neither really show how fucked up people can get when they’re living in a fucked up world and they never show good guys doing things that are of ambiguous morality. Cassian ends up making a (surprisingly, given it’s a Mouse™ production) sophisticated argument for how the Real World works once you get past the golden boy heroes. Yes Luke blows up the Death Star, and yes he brings Vader back to the Light — both things that are unambiguous moral goods — but the reason he’s able to do that is because there’s someone like Cassian out there taking the karmic/emotional/spiritual/whatever hit to enable the Golden Boy behaviour. And I think that’s a really beautiful, really exciting bit of narrative development for SW generally, but to also do it in the context of Cassian — who actively defends his choices? That fucking rocked. I’m bracing for impact with the new show but R1 Cassian is absolutely one of my favourite SW characters, lovely wee man.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Literally just Jyn. Actually funnily enough he’s very much like Faramir to me in that I think if he didn’t end up with Jyn, he wouldn’t have really ended up with anyone at all. Not in a weird comphet or soulmates way, just in that I think sometimes people need a very specific kind of personality to wear down their defences and sometimes it’s a very specific kind of personality.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Okay in a fix-it AU I like to think he and Hera would get along fabbo, but from a great distance, as I think each of them would prefer it. Otherwise, I’m sorry to say it but my guy absolutely does not have pals lmao. Cassian no mates rip

My unpopular opinion about this character

I don’t think he’s actually repentant for the fucked up shit he’s done. When he tells Jyn that he’s had to do stuff he isn’t proud of, he’s not saying that because he’s seeking absolution or a chance to do penance or whatever, he’s saying it because it’s objectively true. He has done some stuff he’s not proud of, but contextually I think it’s pretty clear he’s able to justify it to himself well enough that he’s not looking for redemption or whatever.

One thing I wish would happen/had happened with this character in canon

I feel like I need to whisper this so the monkey’s paw doesn’t curl in advance of the show, but it would be genuinely very interesting to see him try to build an actual espionage network for the Rebellion. SW: Rebels touched on the notion of industrial sabotage (actually Mando did too, didn’t it?) and I think it would be especially interesting to see them try that out in a resistance/rebellion framework via Cassian. Let him do some covert ops organisation of workers to undermine Imperial production/supply lines or whatever.

Give me a character xxoo

[obsessive-ego]

Pillow humping

when your vibe is dead you gotta get creatvie

musical beetlejuice x fem reader nsft DUH

you know the drill with me, masturbation voyeurism

Home alone, you lay there on your bed staring at the ceiling, just thinking, it's been awhile since you got some time to yourself, not that you didnt mind, you adored your alone time, hell you spent most of your adult life alone. Until an certain born dead demon weaseled his way into your everyday life, making for a much more interesting loud day to day life, not that you were complaining.

Beetlejuice has made it a habit to mess with your neighbors when he was over, to give you some space from time to time, saying how 'breathers enjoyed their alone time' and he's 'just being respectful of his pal' not sure how true those statements were, he was probably just looking for an excuse to run amok in an apartment building.

All and all it was nice to be alone, that being said, it would be alot nicer if you remembered to buy batteries while you were at the store the other day, you huff in frustration.

It's been what? Almost two weeks since you dealt with your sexual needs, with beetlejuice constantly hanging about, the chances to have some legit alone time were slim and none, but now, being all alone, you would think youd jump at the opportunity, but no, vibrator was dead.

You could always get creative with taking care of business, it's been awhile, you've used a vibrator for such along time, did you really want to try something else? What if it wasnt good? All that effort wasted for nothing?

The thought of dealing with the built tension you've gained while having to 'babysit' beetlejuice while the Deetz were out of town made you core twitch.

You sigh, sitting up from your bed, looking down to your hands, you mumble "I guess I could use my fingers...?"

Or maybe?

You glance to your pillows, specifically the pillow Beetlejuice used every night, the ghoul has made the habbit of sleeping with you, at first he would sneak in while you slept, then he just kinda stopped being subtle, embarrassing yes, but enjoyable, as hard as it was to admit it, you liked the ghoul.

You stare at the pillow way longer then youd like to admit, you couldnt, snapping your head away, glancing back, could you?

You weren't naive, you knew people sometimes humpped pillows to get off, but using his? I guess you could wash it after. You sigh, getting up from your bed, you begin to pace around your bedroom debating with yourself on the morals of this dirty deed.

Unknown to you beetlejuice has returned early from bugging your neighbors, hiding his presence from you in hopes to scare you, as he often enjoyed to do, ever since you sucker punched him in the jaw for scaring you, he's been trying to get you to do it again ever since.

The ghoul strolls around your little apartment looking for you, with a nasty trick up his sleeve of course, he approaches your room, phasing his head through the door, his jaw nearly hits the ground, you were bent over sliding out of your panties, wearing nothing else but a bra, picking his jaw off the ground, literally, the demon decides the prank can wait another day, what you were up to would be FAR more fun~.

You have came to the conclusion of 'this was my house, my pillow, I can just wash it after' you sigh, it's been so long since you messed around like this, you could feel your bits pulsing already, climbing back on the bed you take the pillow beetlejuice has been using and plant you face directly into it, inhaling the scent, it was hard to describe, but you did detect weed in the smell.

Beetlejuice watches you like a hawk, eyes wide, hair electric pink buzzing with excitement, what were you up to? Was that the pillow he used every night? He chuckled to himself, and here he thought he was the only one here who had a scent fetish.

You let out a small moan like sigh, quiet, but still auditable to the ghost in the room. Beetlejuice bites his knuckles, how he LOVED that sound, sitting himself down at the edge of the bed, eager to see what kinda show you're about to put on, since your vibe died, what were you gonna do? Smell his pillow and finger yourself? The demon couldnt help but drool and that picture.

You mutter a soft "okay" and maneuver the pillow between your legs, straddling it.

Beetlejuice nearly screams with excitement, not that you could hear him in his invisible state. His cute little breather was gonna do something REAL dirty to the pillow he used every night, this was just too good, wiping the excessive drool from his mouth he purrs "didnt know you had it in ya sugar".

You slowly begin to move your hips, as if to test the feeling, and with that you begin a more steady pace panting and moaning softly "beej, please, so good" you babbled, you've been so worked up with no outlet of course you were already heated.

Beetlejuice drooled at this little show you were providing, pillow humping, especially the one he used, was way dirtier and better then you using a vibrator, this had a more perverted personal touch. "You naughty little thing, I would love to have those hip move on me like that sugar~ you really know how to move huh sweet stuff? Driving me nuts over here" he chuckled to himself, cock already in hand, his strokes trying to match your pace.

This was so gross, but it felt really good, you can deal with those negative feelings later, without a second thought you grab one of your breats and begin playing with the nipple, while your other hand grasps at the pillow between your thighs, the sensation of your fingers pinching and flicking your nipples was enough to make you whine.

The ghoul groans watching you play with your breast, god slash satan he want it in his mouth, if something like a little pinch was enough to make you whine, his mouth would have you in a screaming fit, without a second thought his jaw hangs down letting his long black and white striped tongue hang free, drooling.

you couldnt help but imagine Beetlejuice's hand in place of yours, gropping and pinching, giving your chest the love its deserves, you sigh in contentment.

The idea of riding the ghoul has crossed your mind way more then youd like to admit, you could hear it now all the dirty things he'd be saying, how he'd probably let you start, setting the pace, and doing the movements on your own until his large strong hands would grab your waist as he would slam into you with no mercy, the thought alone made you buck harder to the point the bed was creaking.

Beetlejuice was drooling like crazy watching you hump his pillow like you were a dog in heart, what he wouldn't give to switch places with it, hell it didnt even have to be his cock, to have you going that hard on his leg would be hot.

His stroking picks up in pace to match your enthusiasm "such a dirty girl, arent ya babes? I love watch you work those beautiful hips~ you gonna cum soon? Cum all over my pillow and leave it for me tonight? You're so thoughtful sugar~" he purrs.

"Fuck" you utter, beetlejuice recognized that strain in your voice, hes herd it multiple times watching you tend to you needs, it ment you were gonna cum, cum all over his pillow, he hoped you were gonna go to bed early tonight solely to join you and rub his face in that sweet spot you left behind for him. The demon began picking up his pace, wanting to cum shortly after you did.

You buck your hips at an unsteady pace, chasing your orgasm, the image of Beetlejuice coaxing you to cum all over his cock, and praising you for being such a good girl, while he slammed mercilessly into you aching pussy was more then enough to push you over the edge, you Yelp out "beetlejuice" as you cum, you ride out your orgasm clumsily grinding against the pillow until you finished, you stare off into space for a bit enjoying the after glow and trying to regain your composure.

The demon at the end of your bed wasnt too far behind after seeing that cute face you make when you come, not to mention how hot his name sound on you lips when you're shouting it out while you cum, was more then enough to get him to blow his load all over his hand. As he watch you regain you breath it hits him, a ghoulish idea, since you were so kind so leave him a personal gift on his pillow, he should do the same, and with that thought, he crawled forward and wiped his cum cover hand on your pillow. Pleased as punch with his doings, his attention is drawn back to you once the demon sees your on the move, watching you redress yourself.

"Alright" you mumble as you grabbed the freshly humped pillow.

"Wait, sugar, what are you doing?" Beetlejuice panicked, of course you would wash it after doing that, he completely blanked out on that.

"I guess itd be weird if I only washed the one huh" you mumble to yourself as you pick up yours, you werent stupid, you knew how to cover your tracks when doing something less then wholesome.

"Babes come on, don't, they're fine, it's fine, wouldn't it be a hot idea to leave them? PLEASE" Beetlejuice on his knees begging you to reconsider not that you could hear or see him in his current state. His heart sank when you left the room, he groans, cant win them all huh.

Bonus

You enter the laundry room with the pillows in hand.

"Hey sweetheart what cha up to?" You were greeted by Beetlejuice sitting on top of the dryer.

You nearly jump out of your skin "hey, I didnt expect you back so soon" you give a nervous laugh.

"Doing some laundry huh? How bout I give ya a hand? It's the least I can do sugar"

"No thanks" you were quick to respond

"Babes, I know how, it's not that hard, you've been so nice to me and putting up with me, it's the least I can do" Beetlejuice had jumped down from the dryer and had practically pinned you to the wall "i insist doll" he purred, his mouth practically on your ear.

This was all too much especially after just jerking off, you really didnt have it in you to argue or stand your ground, so you cave.

"Okay"

And with that beetlejuice took the pillows from you and practically pushes you out the door, locking it behind you.

"Weird, best not to dwell on that" you mumble, straightening yourself as you head to the kitchen for a drink.

[mirkwoodshewolf]

Welcome to the Parkers’; Peter Parker x mutant!child reader

*Author’s note*

Alright guys here is yet another Peter Parker fic. As you can see in the title you reader have mutant powers which is airbending (no you’re not the Avatar but you are an airbender). Also I want to point out that there is CHILD ABANDONMENT!!! It is said in the fic so if this is a sensitive subject to anyone, you can skip over this story or just the beginning half of it. 

Not really any other warnings (that I can remember) but there is some fluff in this fic so I hope you all enjoy it :)

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@platawnic​

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels​

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It began like any other day, I was scouting the streets for something to eat when all of a sudden I heard screaming coming from an alleyway just a block away from me. Cautiously, I walked up and saw a young woman trying to hold onto her purse as a guy in a mask was trying to take it. She put up a good fight but she was then pushed so hard that I heard a loud bang as her head collided with the wall and she collapsed down to the ground. The man grabbed the purse and before he could kick her in the stomach, I waved my arms and let out a punch which sent a huge air current right at the robber knocking him down to the ground.

The robber got up and pulled out a knife and glared daggers right at me. He then began to come towards me then just before I could let out another attack, his knife was suddenly taken out of his hand by some sort of webbing. He was then shot against the wall with the same webbing and soon coming down was none other than Spiderman himself.

My idol and hero.

"You know the one thing that degrades a man is one who not only hits a girl but who's also willing to hit a child. You really outta be taught some manners pal". He then turned to me and asked me if I was alright which I came out of my star-struck shock and nodded. "Now then, the cops are already on their way so just make yourself comfortable," he then walked up to the girl and I walked up beside him and he said to me, "Can you run and get some help tell them that there's a girl who needs medical attention now". I nodded then took off running.

I knocked on the first door I could find and it revealed a middle aged man with dark hair and brown eyes. I told him about the girl who was injured and was mugged and as if by fate, he happened to be a doctor and he immediately grabbed his kit and I lead him towards the alley and he knelt down beside the girl and began to work on her.

I then took notice that Spiderman was now gone but he had left a note taped right along the robber's forehead and as the doctor told me to help him by keeping compression on her head while he tried CPR just as the police and ambulance came on the scene. Then before police could even take notice of me, I decided to take my leave so when no one was looking, I used my powers to fly myself up onto the rooftop and I leapt from rooftop to rooftop until I came to my makeshift house.

Oh I'm getting ahead of myself. My name is (y/n), just (y/n). I was abandoned when I was just 3 years old. My mom and dad drove me a few miles away from our house, left me in an alleyway while it was pouring rain and then they drove off and never came back.

It took me awhile to realize it but I think I finally began to understand why my parents abandoned me, when I was born I was born with these air bending powers. As the years went by shortly after my abandonment, I began to try and control my powers and using them only when I needed to or to help me dry off if my makeshift house gets flooded and I get soakin wet.

As I grew up, I began to hear about the famous Spiderman and I felt a connection to him that maybe I could help him fight crime or save lives before he arrives because he looked to be a few years older than me so he must be in school. Exhausted from the day's events, I settled down under some blankets and took a nap.

A few days later as I was walking along the streets eating a hotdog, I heard the sounds of firetrucks blazing down the street. I followed behind one of them and soon saw smoke rising up into the sky. I picked up my speed to see a crowd of people crowding a building that was engulfed with flames and people were running out of the building coughing and covered with soot.

I ran closer but kept well-hidden as I soon saw a man and woman running up to a firefighter exclaiming that their two kids were still inside but the chief kept telling them to get back and that the building would collapse soon. I then heard someone exclaim.

"It's Spiderman!" And at that moment, Spiderman swooped in and swung himself right into the burning building. Worried and knowing that I could help keep the smoke and fire away from him, I ran right inside without having anyone see me. I looked up and using my air bending powers, I flew myself up to where Spiderman was at.

I saw him carrying a young girl a year or two younger than me and leading a boy about his age across the hall with flames surrounding them.

"KAREN please tell me we got the fire extinguisher setting working!" I heard him say. After a brief pause, he then muttered "damnit okay, okay think Spiderman think". I could tell he was having some trouble and the building was just collapsing even more. He held the kids closer to him and it was then I used my powers to create a barrier around them while I pushed the flames away from them.

"This way come on!" Spiderman took notice of me and he led the kids and as I walked in front of them, any fire or debris that would fall or come towards us, I pushed it away with my powers until we finally reached the outside of the building.

At that moment, the firefighters all charged in and took the kids away from Spiderman and I collapsed to the ground once I saw them back with their parents. I coughed harshly and it was then Spiderman knelt down beside me and said.

"You okay kid? Wait a second—you're that kid from before right? What are you doing here?"

"I thought I could—help" I said through my intense coughing.

"We need to get you some help. Hey we've got another kid over here!"

"No.....no help.....I'll be fi--fine".

"That cough doesn't sound like you'll be fine. Please you need help!"

"No!" I cried out. But it was already too late. One of the firefighters finally took notice of us and I was taken away and put into an ambulance and taken to the hospital.

After the whole ordeal, I was put into a room slightly cleaned up now but now they were finally gonna see that I had no parents and they would soon put me in some orphanage and I've seen them around Queens, they aren't clean and all of the owners are either very rude or creepy like they just stare at the children all day and not move a muscle.

"Well you're looking better". I looked up and saw a teenage boy standing at my door. He had short brown hair and brown eyes. I raised my eyebrow at him and said.

"Yeah umm—who are you?"

"Oh sorry about that," he walked up towards me and sat down beside me and he said in a whisper. "If I tell you who I am, can you promise to keep it a secret?"

"Depends on what the secret it is that I'm keeping".

"Well would you believe me if I said that I'm Spiderman". I looked at him and began to put two and two together due to his voice. That and he also pulled out his web-shooters and fired the same webbing Spiderman uses at my wall. I looked at him wide-eyed and said.

"You are him".

"Yeah, so what's your name?"

"(Y/n)".

"(Y/n) huh? That's a pretty name". I blushed softly then he introduced his real name as Peter and he continued, "So (y/n) tell me about those powers you have".

"There's not much to say; I mean I've had them for as long as I can remember and I've been using them to help people out, all because of you. You're an inspiration to me".

"Really? Aww thank you".

"But there also the reason why mom and dad left me". I found myself confessing as I stared at my hands with pure hatred.

"Wait you mean—"

"When I was little, my parents dropped me off on the side of the road at an alleyway and then they just drove off. I never saw them again after that, so for 7 years I've been living on the street. That's why I didn't want to have any help, because if records show that I have no family, they'll throw me into one of the orphanages and I've seen what they really do behind closed doors". Peter looked at me with sympathy and said.

"I'm sorry (y/n) I—I didn't....."

"Exactly you didn't. So why are you apologizing, besides I knew eventually I would've been caught. Now I just gotta find another place to live". At that moment, the doctor came in and told me that I was gonna be alright but since I was a child and no parents had come to pick me up, they were gonna turn me over to the system till someone came for me.

But just as police officers were coming in to take me away, Peter stepped in and said.

"Actually and this may not be on the record, she's actually my little cousin. Her parents didn't believe in the system, they live off the land back in Texas, and they recently passed away from a car crash. So my cousin here big girl that she is called an Uber to bring her here to New York but while trying to find our apartment she got lost. We've been looking for her ever since". The doctor and the police looked at Peter suspiciously and for now they believed him but they were gonna check into it to make sure it was true. So with that, they left us alone in my room.

"You know they're not gonna buy it for long right?" I stated.

"Oh just you wait, I've got some connections that can help us out, but in all seriousness why don't you come live with me and my Aunt May. We can take care of you and you'll finally be under a real roof with warm food three times a day and a nice warm bed instead of a tarp and blankets".

"You'd do that, for me?"

"Of course. And I'm not doing it out of pity, trust me". I looked at him and finally let out some tears and thanked him repeatedly and hugged him tightly and he hugged me back.

Once I was released, Peter and I took a cab to his apartment building and once we entered inside, a young woman whom I suspected to be his Aunt came in from the kitchen and saw us together.

"Peter Parker you better have a good explanation for this!"

"I do Aunt May I promise". As we sat down, Peter explained to his Aunt my story and how I've been living on the streets all of my life. At the end of the story, Aunt May looked at me with tearful eyes and she said.

"Oh you poor thing, here why don't I make you a nice warm meal, is there anything you would like to have?"

"Well—I've always wanted to try those lasagnas that I see people eat in restaurants".

"Well sweetie you're in luck, my famous 4 layer lasagnas are to die for, why don't you and Peter come help me make it". And with that, Peter, May and I were in the kitchen and we all bonded over making the lasagna.

Later that night, the lasagna was ready to be eaten. With the table set and I was given the biggest piece, I sat myself down at the table with my food and a tall glass of (f/d), I took a bite of the lasagna and felt my taste buds going to heaven.

I chowed down until it was all gone and Aunt May gave me another slice and I ate that as well. After dinner, I had never felt so stuffed in my life. I helped clean up the table with May and she thanked me and even teased too Peter telling him that at least someone has enough manners to help clean up at that statement, Peter rolled his eyes and dragged out her name making me laugh.

After cleaning up, Aunt May prepared the guest room for me and she offered me one of Peter's old nightshirts I could wear as a nightdress until she went shopping for some clothes for me. After a long, and busy day I was tucked into bed by May and she said goodnight to me and even gave me a kiss to my forehead before leaving the room.

Peter then came in and sat at the foot of my new bed and he asked me.

"So you gonna stick around or will I have to wake up early enough to try and stop you?" I giggled softly and said.

"I never want to leave here, you both have been so kind to me than my own parents were, but—how will Aunt May take the fact that I have powers? Will she hate me?"

"No (y/n) never, though take it from my experience. Don't sugarcoat it, I didn't tell her I was Spiderman because I didn't want her to worry about me, that and I wanted to protect her from anyone who might know who I am and use her as leverage. Tomorrow we'll talk to her together, and don't worry she won't hate you. I promise".

"Okay, goodnight Peter".

"Goodnight (y/n)". As I lay my head down and closed my eyes, I felt Peter kiss my temple before walking out and softly shutting the door.

[anhed-nia]

BLOGTOBER 10/27/2020: THE CURSE OF CATTOBER pt 3 - THE CORPSE GRINDERS

Ted V. Mikel's notorious sickie THE CORPSE GRINDERS is one of a few movies that has become symbolic of my whole journey with psychotronic cinema. Today, I would understand exactly what kind of movie this is, even if I had not seen this exact item: An exploitation movie in the truest sense, just as infamous for its grossout premise as it is for its extraordinary cheapness, delivering all of the moral turpitude and almost none of the over the top effects promised by its attention-grabbing key art--or its dumbfounding title. But when I was a kid, I seriously wondered about these films; worried about them, even.

I wasn't allowed to watch anything that smacked of bad taste, but I still managed to build up a vivid awareness that there were movies out there about forms of perversion and evil that I could never imagine, made by freaks of the highest order. I would hunch nervously over the horror rack at our local mom & pop video mart, earning me the nickname Igor from the amused heshers behind the register, while my parents went through the motions of renting me LABYRINTH for a eight zillionth time. I was allowed to buy exactly one copy of Fangoria (the December 1990 issue featuring LEATHERFACE) before my mother reneged on this gesture of tolerance, but I was allowed to read most anything I wanted--my intellectual hippie folks wouldn't dream of censuring the written word--and I spent many hours, nay years, poring over the Re/Search book of Incredibly Strange Films. This helped create a kind of cinema of the mind for me, in which I tried my best to realize what the movies discussed in the book could possibly be like in real life. The book's detailed descriptions of pictures like SPIDER BABY, THE WIZARD OF GORE, SHE-FREAK, THE UNDERTAKER AND HIS PALS, etc  were stimulating in some ways, and only added to my confusion in others. Without seeing them up close, it was hard to make sense of their combination of laughable cheapness, unfunny comedy, and genuinely sickening crimes against human dignity. What these movies are like, is something you can only find out for yourself.

Having said all that, I'm still going to try to tell you what THE CORPSE GRINDERS is like. We open on the rainswept grounds of the Farewell Acres cemetery, where a jerky-addicted ogre called Caleb (Warren Ball) is extracting freshly interred bodies from the earth, as a gaggle of geese honk savagely from being a wire fence. Caleb's dotty wife Cleo (Ann Noble) argues with Caleb for not-the-last time about how his jerky habit is going to ruin his appetite for the dinner she slops out for her filthy baby doll instead, while Caleb bitches about not being paid by a Mr. Landau for his latest job. What's the job, you ask? Selling corpses to the Lotus Cat Food company, where Landau (Sanford Mitchell) has discovered that human flesh is the secret to his success, having kinda-accidentally fed a difficult shareholder into his cat food grinder. It's hard to say exactly how this has led to such a windfall for Landau, especially since he has to produce the illicit pet food one corpse at a time with his neurotic assistant Maltby (J. Byron Foster, my favorite guy in the movie). I guess I've just never dealt with a cat whose specific addiction is so obvious, so oppressive, even, that it forces me to buy the most expensive cat food on the market. This is what is happening to customers whose cats have fallen under the spell of Lotus, and they pay for it with their very lives because Lotus has given their pets a taste for long pig. Landau struggles to find more sources for his secret ingredient, including a mob hitman, giggly morticians who load the bodies up with "pork-flavored fluid (instead of) formaldehyde", and his own employees--"The world is full of ingredients!" he declares, hopefully. Meanwhile, Doctors Howard Glass (Sean Kenney) and Angie Robinson (Monika Kelly) decide to investigate the recent rash of cat attacks; it's hard to imagine how they're going to get to the bottom of anything, amid many makeout breaks and random changes of clothes, but somebody has to stop all these house cats from devouring the rest of Los Angeles, and it might as well be them.

So that's the plot, but THE CORPSE GRINDERS is still a lot weirder than what I've described. You could be forgiven for wondering whether the movie is supposed to take place in Andy Milligan's version of 19th century London, with Cleo's bizarre insistence on a cockney accent, and Caleb's grumbling about finances involving "pounds" (actually pounds of flesh) in their ramshackle dwelling on the edge of a cardboard-and-styrofoam cemetery. A further Dickensian touch is provided by Landau's one-legged deaf-mute assistant Tessie (Drucilla Hoy), who limps around glumly in a sailor dress and Little Orphan Annie fright wig. If she could talk, she would probably sound like the widow Babcock (Zena Foster), whose husband was the first to go into the grinder, and who speaks in a twittering falsetto that would sound more natural coming out of a sock puppet. All of these community theater touches contrast jarringly with the movie's exploitation nature, which revels in scenes of hardboiled scumbags shaking each other down, of women taking their clothes off for literally no reason at all, and in the suggestion that the gloopy pink paste extruding out of the cat food grinder was once a beautiful girl or a rotting cadaver. The grinder itself is a sight to behold, reminding me at once of something from SANTA CLAUS CONQUERS THE MARTIANS, and the Wish Squisher invention from the MST3K episode of SANTA CLAUS CONQUERS THE MARTIANS. The metallic gizmos whirring along its façade glint in the fabulous gelled lights over the production line, optimistically evoking the rich purples and greens of a Mario Bava picture; in a movie that's explicitly about money woes, in a subgenre that's specifically known for its cheapness, it's nice that director Mikels shelled out to add a little extra style to the grinding scenes.

And on that note, I would like to propose, without having much to say about it yet, that some exploitation films are allegories for exploitation filmmaking itself. I don't include all genre movies about money in this category: it's easy to identify many thrillers as being about more general economic conditions that affect us all, including a lot of noir entries. But then there are movies like THE CORPSE GRINDERS, or LITTLE SHOP OF HORRORS, or COLOR ME BLOOD RED (or its predecessor A BUCKET OF BLOOD), in which the main character tries to solve his financial woes by committing an utterly dehumanizing crime. In these three examples, there is the revelation that honest work doesn't pay, and that money is only gained through the individual's willingness to exploit sensational imagery and/or decadent sensations to tease, titillate, and even addict the customer. It's hard not to see Landau, Seymour, and Adam Sorg as avatars for Ted Mikels, Roger Corman, and Herschell Gordon Lewis, in their similar quests to prey on the craven appetites of the public, at a minimum cost for a maximum payout. If you have other movies you'd like to add to my list, please feel free to reach out.

 All told, it's hard not to like THE CORPSE GRINDERS for its sheer audacity--first, in selling something so meager as a "real movie", and second, for making the movie be about THIS. Also, all of this is significantly enriched when you know a little something about Mikels, a polyamorous eccentric who lived in a castle, whose grounds--and guard geese!--were used for the scenes in Farewell Acres. I'm not even going to try to discuss his prolific exploitation career and personal exploits, because that would be better handled by a longform piece on him specifically. It seems like a few documentaries have attempted the subject, but I don't know whether they're any good. It would be nice if Frank Hennenlotter would give it a try, or someone similarly capable, if there even is such a person. In the meantime, I will contribute the sole piece of information that my own scant research has turned up in preparing for this Blogtober entry: That THE CORPSE GRINDERS was co-written by Arch Hall Sr, and Joe Cranston--father of the now-iconic Breaking Bad star Bryan Cranston. I don't know if I'd call that a reason to see the movie, but luckily there are plenty of other reasons to check out THE CORPSE GRINDERS this Halloween. If you don't, then you can never really know what the hell I'm talking about.

[umbrahighpriestofgiratina]

Greenhorn Prometheus Chapter 3 - FINALE

HAPPY HALLOWEEN! Here's the final installment of these mad science shenanigans. Hope you enjoy. Chapter 3: Breakaway

The next morning, in a quiet backyard, a young girl was picking flowers, singing quietly to herself. Suddenly a tall shadow loomed over her. ~Mmmmmmm.~ --------------- Within the house the backyard belonged to, a man was boarding up the windows. "If a monster is loose, the boards have to be tight," he said. He turned to his wife. "Good thing you put Sadie to bed." "But I was ironing clothes!" said the wife. "I asked you to put her to bed!" The two just kind of. Stared at each other. As people are wont to do when they make a mutual huge mistake. ------ The Mewtwo was now gently picking flowers with the girl, albeit with her psychic powers rather than her fingers. The two started picking petals off and dropping them in a well. "Now blow a kiss and say bye-bye!" said the girl. The Mewtwo pantomimed a kiss and dropped a flower stem down the well. "All gone!" said the girl. "Now what do we throw in?" The Mewtwo looked at the girl. Then at the well. Then presumably somehow in the direction of this very narrator. -------------- The wife and husband were now panicking. "She must have been in the bathroom," said the husband. "But I didn't look upstairs!" said the wife. "I thought you did!" "You didn't... look... upstairs..." The two immediately rushed up. -------------- The little girl and the Mewtwo were now at a seesaw. "Sit down!" said the girl, on one end of the seesaw. The Mewtwo pawed at the seesaw. "Sit. Down!" said the girl again. The Mewtwo plonked down onto the seesaw with tremendous force, flinging the girl upward, through an open window, and onto her bed. Her parents entered the room and gave a mutual sigh of relief. ----------------- In a small house on Kanto Route 16, a certain Mr. Dazzling was alone, in a corner, pondering. "A visitor is all I ask... A temporary companion to help me pass a few short hours in my lonely life." The door was promptly bust down by a certain Mewtwo. ~Aaagh!~ "Oh! Thank you, Mew, thank you!" He wandered over to the door to greet the Mewtwo. "What sort of Pokemon are you?" he said. "...I forget. I'm Mr. Dazzling, what's your name?" ~Mmmmmm.~ "I didn't get that." ~Mmmmmmm.~ "Forgive me, I didn't realize you were mute... But how does a nice bowl of soup sound to you?" ~Mmmmmmmmm.~ Mr. Dazzling led the Mewtwo over to a table. "I know how it feels to be cold and lonely and in need of a helping hand. Here's your soup!" He poured a ladle of hot soup straight into the Mewtwo's lap, causing her to let out a psychic yell. "...Whoops," said Mr. Dazzling, "forgot the bowl." He quickly fetches a bottle of wine, which the Mewtwo was careful to pour herself. As she was about to drink it, however, Mr. Dazzling interrupted her. "Wait! A toast... To friendship." The metal cup he was holding instantly shattered the Mewtwo's wine glass upon a forceful toast, causing the Mewtwo to stare in shock. "Whoopsie. I'll clean that up..." As he bent over however, he knocked over several candles on the table, causing them to fall right onto Mewtwo. This sent the Mewtwo into a panic, causing her to let out a psychic yell, bust another door down, and flee. "Wait!" said Mr. Dazzling. "Don't go! I was gonna make espresso!" ---------------- Alone, the Mewtwo wandered the dark streets, letting out psychic moans of discontent. Suddenly, however, she heard music. Familiar music. Sweet, sweet music. She followed it, drifted toward it, until she reached a man in baggy clothing and a hat playing a violin. She drifted idly in front of him, pawing the air, until the man yelled. "The sedative! Now!" The Mewtwo was suddenly hit by a psychically-propelled dart. Before she could react, she slumped down with a thud... landing directly on Colress. "She's out!" said the man, revealing himself to be Silver. "Oog... Believe me, I can tell," said Colress. ------- Back in the lab, the Mewtwo was fast asleep in a room. Waiting outside were Silver, Sabrina, Colress, and Agatha. "What are we going to do?" said Colress. Silver sighed.  "I've got to go in there." ~And get yourself killed?~ said Sabrina. "Don't you understand?" said Silver with a scowl. "She's afraid. If I can make her less afraid maybe we can get somewhere." He turned to the others. "No matter how much I beg and scream, don't let me out of there." ~You mean the old movie cliche that never works?~ said Sabrina, "...Yes but I mean it." said Silver. "Good luck dear," said Agatha. "Nice working with you," said Colress. Silver entered the room. Agatha locked the door. Silver approached the sleeping Mewtwo, shaking. He stopped as the Mewtwo's eyes snapped open. He bolted for the door as the Mewtwo's eyes glowed and she sat up with a psychic scream. "Let me out let me out pretty please with a Cheri Berry on top." The Mewtwo began floating over her bed, glowing eyes locked on Silver. Silver rattled the doorknob. "What the hell guys I was being sarcastic earlier of course I don't buy into that cliche now let me the fuck out." The Mewtwo floated closer. On the other side of the door Colress moved to open it only to be blocked by Agatha. Sabrina had somehow procured a bucket of popcorn. "Open the motherfucking door or I'll let this Mewtwo explode your brains too!" The Mewtwo was almost upon him. "...Damn it." The Mewtwo loomed above him, eyes like tiny purple suns. "...Wait." said Silver. "I know why you're mad. I'm sorry." The Mewtwo's eyes stopped glowing. She gave an inquisitive headtilt. "We... We didn't treat you right. And... And that's not right because... Because we're like your parents. And I'm like your dad. And I had a shitty dad and I don't want to perpetuate the cycle, you know? So... Yeah. I'm sorry. Sorry for everything." He sat down and put his head in his hands. The Mewtwo paused, eyed Silver inquisitively, before letting out a psychic purr and resting her head in Silver's lap. Silver uncovered his face and looked at her in awe. "I... I did it. I got through to her!" A strange look crossed his face. "Heh... I really did show up my old man... I created a beast that can do good!" ~Silver? Silver Altimira are you OK in there?~ said Sabrina. "It's not Altimira!" said Silver. "It's Altamura!" ------------- The night after, in a Viridian theatre, a show was about to start. Looker was in the audience, watching, waiting. Eventually a man with slicked-back hair and a red suit walked up on the stage, to much applause. "Ladies and gentlemen, nonbinary pals, tonight it is my, Mr. Contesta's, great privilege of introducing to you... A man whose family name was once both famous and infamous! I give you... Dr. Silver Altamura!" Silver walked onstage. There was no applause. "My fellow scientists!" There was a hiss. "I used to believe in stern scientific rules, much like the rest of you... But I found a way to go further beyond. Me and some associates rediscovered a particular way to reconfigure a Mew's genome." The crowd gave some hushed gasps and mutters. "Ladies and gentlemen and nonbinary pals may I present, for your intellectual and philosophical pleasure... Mewtwo TWO!" The curtains opened and the Mewtwo floated onto the stage. The crowd started panicking. "Wait, wait!" said Silver. "I've got her under control." He turned to the Mewtwo. "Walk!" The Mewtwo landed on the ground and walked forward with her feet. The crowd gasped. "Now backward!" The Mewtwo complied. "As you can see," said Silver. "She's still learning the basics. But once she does..." Colress came on stage and opened a device that projected a holographic image of the Mewtwo doing various tasks. "Her phenomenal psychic powers will allow her to do a variety of beneficial tasks." The hologram switched to the Mewtwo scanning a person's brain. "Detecting Alzheimer's and tumors..." The hologram switched to the Mewtwo levitating steel beams as people and Pokemon watched. "Helping with major construction projects..." The hologram switched to the Mewtwo evacuating a burning building. "And search and rescue! And there's doubtlessly countless mo-" It was then the Mewtwo noticed the fire in the hologram. She let out a psychic scream and threw an Aura Sphere at the hologram, which sailed onward as it crashed into the back of the theatre. Colress ducked as the crowd started screaming. "W-wait!" said Silver. "She just needs to be restabilized is a-" He was knocked down by a Psystrike as the Mewtwo roared telekinetically, hurling blasts of Psychic energy everywhere until a tranq dart hit her and caused her to slump over to the ground, unconscious. ---------- When the Mewtwo came to, she was locked in an Interpol containment unit. She could see people outside, watching warily. She did nothing. She could do nothing. ----------- Back at the lab, Silver was moping, as he is wont to do, Sabrina by his side. "I failed her... Lugia damn it I failed her." ~Maybe you shouldn't have shown her off while she was still unstable.~ "I thought she was stable! But it seems there's only one way to make her so..." ~And that would be?~ "DNA transfusion. If I can transfer the right genes to cope for the damaged Mew DNA... It'd take a dangerous amount of body fluids but it could work." ~But... If I'm reading this right that could kill you. I don't think that's necessary.~ "It's worth the risk." ~Alright, it's just...~ she sighed. "What is it?" "You know how I mentioned the Black Fog incident?" ~Yeah?~ ~The Black Fog is a notorious killer Haunter. Attacked me when I was a child. Killed some of my Pokemon. I was withdrawn and hostile for years since. Took meeting a much kinder Haunter to snap me out of it. But even since... I don't like losing people. I don't think you're that bad that I'd want to be rid of you forever.~ "I... I see. Thank you. I guess." ~Be careful OK?~ It was then that Agatha entered the room. "Silver! Your phone is buzzing!" Silver checked the phone once Agatha handed it to him. "...Oh shit. Kris is coming any minute!" ------------- At the door to the estate, Silver, Sabrina, and Colress stood as Kris walked up to them. "Kris!" said Silver. "You found us!" "Are you surprised?" said Kris, smirking. "And I see you've made some friends. I recognise Sabrina but who's the other guy?" "Colress, Pokemon power researcher, at your service!" "Charmed," said Kris. "What exactly are you guys doing here?" "Science!" said Colress. "Like we-" "Yes, science, but only mundane stuff," said Silver. "Can we take your bags?" ~On it,~ said Sabrina. The bags hovered in. Kris raised an eyebrow and followed them in. ---------------- The Mewtwo was still alone in her containment unit. Quiet. Seething. Until she heard a voice. "Humans are awful, aren't they?" The Mewtwo's head cocked, her psychic powers trying to scan for the source of the voice. "Oh don't worry about me. I'm here to help!" The containment pod started to open up. The Mewtwo looked around in confusion until the pod fully opened and she could see a strange, lanky human in skimpy clothing with long hair and glowing green eyes. "Don't mind the disguise, I needed it to get in here. Rest assured I'm not one of them. But hey you're free now!" The Mewtwo stared at the new visitor oddly. "In return for me freeing you... Get some revenge on those humans for me, okay? Benefits both me and you." The Mewtwo clenched her fists. "Good girl! Now let them have it." The Mewtwo flew up and busted through the ceiling as her visitor looked on and grinned. --------------- In Viridian City, a mob was forming. Crowds of people with torches and pitchforks and knives and cattle prods and all that had gathered in front of the town hall, yelling and chanting. Eventually Looker came out to address them. "Now hold on," said Looker. "Are you all sure this is a good idea?" Unfortunately he still had a cold. "What did he say?" said a townsperson. "I think he said this was a good idea!" said another. "Alright chums then let's do this!" said a third. They all stormed off. Looker sighed and headed after. -------------- Kris and Silver were busy unpacking her bags when Kris checked her phone. "Oh dear... Apparently there's a second Mewtwo on the loose." Silver froze. "Hold on, I'm trying to see who created the thi-" Silver grabbed the phone. "I already know, it was a Rocket remnant group." "...Really?" "Yeah! One that's really good with genetics!" Kris rolled her eyes. "Those assholes don't know when to quit." "Yeah, they sure don't," said Silver, sweating. "Have you noticed it's unusually hot in here?" "I kinda have actually," said Kris. "I think I'm gonna go on a walk." "Have fun!" said Silver. Once Kris left Silver slumped onto a chair and groaned. --------- Outside the estate, off in the woods, Kris wandered down a path, her Typhlosion at her side. Suddenly the Typhlosion's ears perked up and his back stiffened. "What is it, Jet?" she said. Suddenly a chill ran down her own spine as the Mewtwo emerged from the trees. "Jet! Flamethrower now!" Jet launched a Flamethrower in the direction of the Mewtwo. It barely phased her as she launched a Psystrike back, slamming Jet into a tree. Jet growled. "Thunderpunch!" said Kris. Jet roared and lunged at the Mewtwo with an electrified paw, only to be stopped by a barrier and sent sprawling by an Aura Sphere, unconscious. Kris quickly recalled her. "Okay, new plan... Raphael, it's on you!" She sent out a Togekiss, who chirped in shock at the sight of the Mewtwo. "Hit it into submission! Air Slash!" Raphael launched a blade of air at the Mewtwo, causing her to flinch and not move. "Again!" Raphael did it again, but this time the Mewtwo's eyes glowed and a powerful Psychic blast knocked the Togetic down to earth, unconscious. "G-Go Slice!" A Scizor was sent out, who looked at the Mewtwo, then back at Kris, then back at the Mewtwo before giving Kris a "really" look. Kris sighed. "Only one thing to do... Tactical retreat!" Kris and Slice ran. The Mewtwo zoomed after... And promptly stopped when music echoed through the air. "What..." Slice shrugged. The Mewtwo drifted in a trance toward the source of the noise. Kris and Slice followed. ------------------- At the estate, on the rooftop, Silver was playing an electric violin hooked up to some very large loudspeakers, maintained by Colress and watched by Sabrina. ~Are we sure this will work?~ said Sabrina. "It's worth a shot," said Silver, still playing. "Look!" said Colress. "She's coming back!" Indeed the Mewtwo was drifting out of the woods toward them, pawing the air and mewling psychically. "Yes, that's a girl... Come back, come back..." The Mewtwo floated over to Silver, looking at him with big wide eyes. "Yes... Relax..." The Mewtwo rested her head in her lap and purred. "We've done i-" He looked over the balcony to see Kris looking up at him in utter bewilderment. "...Oh." -------------- Back in the lab, the Mewtwo was strapped to a table. Colress and Sabrina were making preparations while Kris and Silver were arguing. "You made this thing?!" said Kris. "I wanted to use this old science for good! I didn't know it'd turn out like... Like this!" "You should have!" "I know!" "And now what are you doing?" "Using my body to do a DNA transfer." "When it could kill you both?" "Yes." "Fuck... Silver, what am I going to do with you?" ~I wonder the same thing,~ said Sabrina. "It's... It's the only way I can save her," said Silver. "All... Alright," said Kris. "Just... take care." "I will," said Silver. "Everything's ready!" said Colress. Silver sighed and strapped himself into a table next to the Mewtwo, a device connecting both their heads. Colress flipped a switch and electricity started crackling. Silver drifted into unconsciousness. "Okay, we'll need exactly fifteen minutes," said Colress. "No more, no less." The trio waited. "Two minutes." More waiting. "30 secon-" It was then the angry mob burst in the room, yelling and smashing everything they could. "Wait! No!" said Kris. ~All of you shut up we still need time!~ said Sabrina. Too late. They had unplugged Silver. They were getting ready to carry him off. ~Put that human down!~ said a feminine voice. The crowd turned. The Mewtwo rose from her table. ~I said, put that human down.~ The mob did. The Mewtwo floated to her feet, looking down at the crowd. Looker pushed his way through the others. "What is going on here?" said Looker. ~I am Mewtwo Two. I seek a more befitting name but that is what you can call me for now.~ "I see that," said Looker. Agatha peeked in the lab to look on. ~As long as I can remember, humans have hated me,~ said Mewtwo Two. ~They looked at my face and body and ran away in horror. In my loneliness I decided that if I could not inspire love, which was my dearest hope, I would instead cause fear.~ She looked at the unconscious Silver affectionately. ~And yet I live because this poor half-crazed genius has given me life. He alone held an image of me as something beautiful. And then when it would have been easy enough to stay out of danger he used his own body as a sacrifice to give me more stable DNA and a more stable mind.~ "Well then!" said Looker. "It seems like you won't be a problem for these folks. Good to know you're a friendly sort." Looker offered a handshake. Mewtwo Two returned it in kind. The crowd cheered. Agatha wiped away tears. "Oh Mary Louise..." ~Thank you,~ said Mewtwo Two. "You are entirely welcome," said Looker. He looked to Silver. "What about him?" It was that moment that Silver started opening his eyes. "Trashy... Man... Huh?" he opened his eyes fully. "...Did... Did we do it?" ~Yes,~ said Sabrina. ~We did.~ Silver staggered to his feet, having to be supported by Colress, and looked up at Mewtwo Two. "How are you doing?" Mewtwo Two smiled. ~Very well. Thanks dad.~ Silver smiled back. *** Epilogue Kris gazed over the bow of the cruise ship she was on, her Typhlosion looking out with her over the waves. Soon Sabrina, and Colress joined her. "Glad you guys could join me for this vacation." ~Trust me we needed it after all that,~ said Sabrina. "The fun doesn't stop for me!" said Colress. "After this I'm heading to Alola! Designed a labcoat for the hot weather even. I've got a big client there too..." "Sounds like fun. I know Red and his buddy Blue started a thing in Alola." She frowned. "Too bad Silver couldn't come... He said he had something to take care of." -------------- Blaine and Mewtwo One were standing together on the beach south of Fuschia, waiting. It was then Silver and Mewtwo Two arrived and Mewtwo One's eyes widened in shock. "Uh, hey! Mewtwo One, I know you're just back from Rhyme City and Ferrum and all that but... you have a sister! Or niece. I dunno." The two Mewtwo looked at each other, touched hands, sized each other up, then locked eyes and stared at each other in complete silence. "...What are they doing?" said Silver. "Having a mental conversation!" said Blaine. "It's a common Psychic-type thing." "Er yeah, right." said Silver. "But I thought it'd be good for them to meet." "You thought right kid," said Blane. He raised an eyebrow at Silver. "Say, you said you did a DNA transfer to stabilize her. Any side effects? "Well. aside from the empathic connection," said Silver, "a weird draw to certain types of music and also... Pyrophobia." It was at that point Blaine's Rapidash popped out of one of Blaine's Pokeballs and gave a neigh of greeting at Silver. At the sight of the Rapidash's fiery mane Silver screamed and ran off. Blaine just laughed. ------------- In a dark cave - though not THE Dark Cave, something squirmed. "Me damn it! It didn't work! But I have plans, other plans... I just need to pull all the right strings... Those two Mewtwo can still be of use." ----------------------- Agatha was relaxing with a cup of tea when there was a knock at the door. She got up to open it and gasped at the person on the other side. "Mary Lou!" "Please, call me Madame Boss, we're professionals. I heard my brat grandson finally did it." "He did! And I helped." "That's my girl." Madame Boss leaned over and kissed Agatha. Agatha swooned. The End Whew! This whole shebang has been a long time in the making. I originally conceived of this story a few years ago brainstorming how I could justify the existence of the infamous "femtwo" from the 16th Pokemon movie and some way, somehow, Young Frankenstein got thrown into the mix. I knew I had to do it on Halloween, but it took a while because I needed Splice Of Life to happen first and after that I needed a good block of time to just... write this ahead of time. But I did, and now it's all out in the wild. ...Which means I get to move on to another project. It's a bit of a silly symphony with a bit of mystery to it if I do say so myself. You'll see it tomorrow.

[winterbornwitches-blog]

Tarot Beginnings ~

Hiya Lads, and Gals and general pals,

Today I have chosen to write about tarot! For lots of people it’s often the starting point to their witchcraft journey, for some it’s just something they like to dabble with and for others...well you get the gist. Everyone uses tarot differently due to everyone’s individuality. This is not to say that people can’t or don’t approach it similarly just that it’s good to remember that there are no two people who are the exact same. It can be used for divination and various other things.

The first thing I would say about tarot is that you have to take it with a pinch of salt, personally I believe that fate and the future isn’t fixed as such but more like a stream. Our choices and actions in our lives shape our paths and when you change something drastically - to me the stream stops and carves another path. This feels like a very long winded explanation about starting tarot but these are things I’ve learnt and what i feel can really help you when you’re in that lost stage at the beginning. For me tarot is just a tool to get advice from sometimes, a way of communicating with the universe if you will, but it shouldn’t be something you depend on!

Just got your deck?

When starting out, many will recommend sleeping with your deck under your pillow - I, personally, did do this and felt that it helped to get the cards acquainted with my energies. There are disagreements on whether cards have their own personality or if it’s an extension of our energies in a way? But again this varies depending on the user and the their belief system. Generally I would wait a few days before trying to do readings with them, but that’s because my belief system means that I’d be kinda trying to talk through a dead phone line in a way. Whenever you feel comfortable doing so, it’s good to take them out and go through the cards. Looking at each one and discerning all the emotions and symbolisms is a great way to start to connect with your cards and simultaneously force you to start honing your intuition.

There is a superstition of not buying your first deck or any tarot and that they have to be gifted to you, but that’s not something I subscribe to. I also don’t really get as fussed about people touching my cards. If I feel someone’s vibes are super off and am uncomfortable at the thought of them touching my cards, then I would probably avoid reading for them or only let them touch the cards minimally. It’s a difficult thing for me since I believe that readings can sometimes be helped by touch but eh - my take on things is very case-by-case and I like to go with the flow. So again I would urge you to look at your own feelings about it and decide whether it’s something to consider or not.

Cleansing? How do? Whelp! So everything has some vibes, and some sort of energy signature. But sometimes energy conductors (e.g humans, crystals, tools, houses) tend to absorb all energy they interact with including the negative kind. This sometimes means that it’s necessary to cleanse them and make it a nice clean and blank slate. Visualizations can help you cleanse the cards with your own energy as well.The next step after getting acquainted with your cards is to cleanse them. This can be done by letting them rest in sunlight (make sure they cant get damaged though), or moonlight. You can place some salt around the cards (perhaps wrapped so they don’t pick up the salt). Crystals are also a lovely way to help cleanse your cards while charging them.

Quick visualization starting point:

(this isn’t a be all or end all, this is just my methods. Feel free to experiment with this starting point and just make it your own also please center and ground)

Take your cards in your hands, if you feel it’s important for you to make them all facing the right way up and in order that’s cool too, but I’m also lazy so. Start to reach out with your energy to the cards, feeling it travel from your core, travelling through your body and imagine the pure white energy flowing through your hands and replacing the cards previous energy. Pushing out the negative or positive and rendering it a neutral space. You can make it more fancy with imagery if you like - but that’s how I do it. Then I just leave it around my crystals to absorb their defining points to charge the cards up.

How does Tarot help my witchiness or yknow spirituality?

This is obviously no accurate science, and anything I think or say is based on my own experiences only! Intuition is something I’ve always seen to work similarly with muscles. Some people are more naturally athletic and have natural aptitude in intuition but like all things - with practice and hard work you have just as much opportunity to improve your own. The key really is constant practice and writing it down. It’s an oldie but a goodie and generally applies to many things in life, I feel.

When I started out with tarot, I tried my best to do at least one reading a day; I started to get into the habit of carrying them around - doing readings for random people is also something I like to do. It’s not exactly safe, so always be cautious and start out with people you know who wont take anything personally if you stumble over meanings. But all these things together started to improve my senses and generally reading started to become like second nature.

My own process with my cards:

My process even now, is to do a quick little shuffle and cut the cards to whatever spread I’m doing and to turn them all over. I scan each card and try to build an overall picture that has multiple stories happening within it. Then I write down in my grimoire or whatever I have available to make a note of my personal interpretations of each card, then I look online or in a book (whatever your resource for learning, make sure you’ve looked at a few and kinda found one that matches your usual meanings, since there are tons of interpretations) then I write the resource meaning and see how far or close they are and adjust the overall meaning to something that I feel clicks with the reading and the message it tries to get across.

All in all, tarot is a journey you have to take yourself, it’s okay to stumble, it’s okay to make mistakes. Days where the cards just don’t feel willing to answer or might feel disconnected to you are going to happen. What matters is that you do your best to keep recording everything and trying again on another day. There will be slow times - where you’re practicing and practicing and you don’t see any improvement. And there will be scary times, when that reading you did was mad accurate and scared the bejesus out of you. You just gotta take all of those times and roll with it sometimes. It’s spirituality after all, it’s about what you think and how you feel and how you react.

Lots of love,

Mizzy

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Title: I’ll Be Home for Gyftmas

Rating: G

Happy Gyftmas, @fleeting-phantasm!  Your prompt was:

Let's see... classic Papyrus and Undyne's friendship brings me all sorts of joy. I'll love just about anything featuring them being the coolest of buds. Preferably pacifist happy times. I'm also a huge fan of the gentlemen monsters like Grillby and dapper!Gaster--could be friends, could be shipped, could be only one character or the other. 

I tried to combine these ideas, so this story is about Papyrus and Undyne working together to figure out what Papyrus should get for his dad Gaster for Gyftmas.  They run into him and Grillby out on a date.  I hope this is something like what you were looking for!

Also, thank you to @undertalesecretsanta for putting all this together!

--

Multicolored lights glittered on the town's enormous Gyftmas tree.  Some traditions held on, even with monsters scattered all over the surface.  If there was monster from Snowdin around, when the weather turned cold, a tree would appear overnight in the center of town.

Papyrus tiptoed towards the tree.  His boots crushed loudly in the snow, but he couldn't see anyone around, so the noise didn't matter.  He drew a few boxes out of his inventory and set them in exactly the correct and most aesthetically pleasing spots beneath the boughs.  

That done, he searched for boxes with his own name on it.  "NYEH-HEH," he whispered, whenever he spotted one.  

He registered a distant rumble, almost like an earthquake.  Undyne must be getting close!  Papyrus hurried back to the house to make sure it was still neat.  Sans was home and it had been five minutes since Papyrus had left, so he could not be entirely sure.  

The rumble turned into the familiar sound of an engine.  He hadn't made it to the house yet when he heard his name shouted, with rapidly increasing volume.  

"UNDYNE!" He spun around in the driveway.  

The car screeched off the road and was headed straight towards him.  Papyrus jumped over it.  Breaks squealed behind him and he could smell burning rubber.  Undyne kicked her car door open and rolled out onto the gravel driveway.

"I AM NOT 100% CERTAIN THAT WAS SAFE!"  Papyrus said.  

"I know!  Cool, right?"  She hopped to her feet.  The car rolled to a stop. "You know what ELSE is cool?"

"HMMM...OH!  IT MUST BE ME!  PAPYRUS!"  He took out a pair of sunglasses and put them on.  Perfect!  

"Yeah," she agreed.  "But, also -"  Undyne grinned, wide.  "SNOW WRESTLING!"

"THAT ISN'T - AUGH!"  Undyne plowed into him at full speed.  His face met snow.  "I LOVE YOU TOO, UNDYNE," he said, his voice muffled.

"Gross!" She laughed.  "I missed you too, though.  I guess."

"REALLY?  OF COURSE YOU MISSED THE GREAT PAPYRUS!  EVEN THOUGH YOU HAVE A WIFE AND A NEW JOB TO KEEP YOU BUSY, OF COURSE YOU FOUND YOURSELF TRAGICALLY BEREFT WITHOUT MY CONSTANT PRESENCE."   Tears started to well up in his eye sockets.  He hadn't been worried.  Of course not!  No one could ever forget about him.  

"Yup.  Alphys hates noogies."  Undyne scoffed.  

"I REALLY HATE THEM TOO."

"Let's get inside before I freeze my scales off!"  She yanked him back to his feet.  "And then you can tell me all about...whatever your problem is!"

"OH, WELL. THAT WASN'T...SOMETHING YOU NEEDED TO DRIVE ALL THE WAY DOWN HERE TO HELP WITH.  THOUGH OF COURSE I APPRECIATE THE SENTIMENT!"

She whacked him on his back.  "Of course I did!  Come on!"  She picked him back up off the ground and they went inside.  

Sans was sitting at the kitchen table, eating cereal out of the box.  "hey."

"Look who's up early!"  Undyne said.  "And it's only seven PM!"

"SANS, I DUSTED THE KITCHEN TEN MINUTES AGO, AND NOW THERE ARE CEREAL CRUMBS ON THE TABLE?"

"whoops.  jeez. a guy can tell when he isn't wanted."  Sans wiped away an imaginary tear.  "guess i'll just go."  He stayed where he was and dug further into the box.  "why'd she come over?  it seems kinda...fishy, heh, so close to the holidays."  

"Papyrus is in trouble!"

"IT IS NOT QUITE...THAT DRAMATIC."

Sans stopped chewing.  "man, what's up?  you can tell us."  He offered the box of cereal.

"NO THANK YOU. AND.  I...ALREADY DISCUSSED THIS WITH YOU, SANS.  I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT TO GET OUR FATHER FOR GYFTMAS!"

"i gave you a million suggestions, though."

"YOU GAVE ME ONE AND IT WAS A JOKE!  THIS IS HIS FIRST HOLIDAY BACK FROM THE COLD EMPTY VOID, AND I WANT TO MAKE SURE IT IS SPECIAL!  IN THE WAY THAT ONLY THE GREAT PAPYRUS CAN!"  Remembering to ask for help when he needed it was how he always managed to stay on top.

"right."  

"What's your weird dad like to do?"  Undyne asked.  

"SPEND TIME WITH ME, PAPYRUS!  AND ALSO SANS.  RIGHT NOW HE IS OUT WITH HIS...DOT DOT DOT...FRIEND.  SO HE ALSO ENJOYS THE COMPANY OF HIS ELLIPSIS FRIEND."  

"also hangs out with his, uh, non italicized pals," Sans said.  "does more of that than talking about stuff he wants to buy.  eh, just get him like...a number one dad hat.  he'll be over the moon."  

"BUT WHAT IF HE AND GRILLBY GET MARRIED AND I SUDDENLY HAVE TWO FATHERS?  I DON'T WANT TO CAUSE A RIFT BETWEEN THEM SO EARLY IN THEIR MARRIAGE!  I WILL LOVE THEM BOTH EQUALLY!"

"it's a pickle, i guess."

"A REAL CONUNDRUM!  A PUZZLE BEFITTING EVEN THE GREAT - "  Papyrus broke off as he watched Sans draw a jar of pickles from his hoodie.  He sighed.  "UNDYNE, YOU HAVE ALREADY SUCCESSFULLY FINISHED GYFTMAS SHOPPING, SO I AM DESPERATELY TURNING TO YOU AND AWAY FROM MY BROTHER IN MY HOUR OF NEED!"  

"I don't blame you!"  Undyne said, laughing.  "Let's get the hell out of here."  She accepted a pickle and skewered it on her fangs while Papyrus rushed off to grab his shopping bag, purse, and an enormous folder filled with holiday coupons.  "SHOTGUN!" she yelled when he got back.  "I'm sick of driving!"  

"you guys better hurry up," Sans said.  "gyftmas is barely a month away.  never expected you to be such a lazybones, bro."

Papyrus slammed the door on the way out.  A minute later he peeked back in and said he probably wouldn't be back in time for dinner and that Sans should remember to eat something healthy.

--

In a small, secluded booth in the back of an aging human bar, the air was hot and still. The only sound was Grillby's gentle crackling.  The noise of him had seemed so loud when Gaster first escaped the void, but now it was just background noise, like the rumble of cars driving by outside or the quiet conversations in the other parts of the bar.

Grillby reached across the table and touched the cool white bone of Gaster's hand.  Gaster smiled, uneven, and leaned in closer.  

"........." Grillby asked him if he needed to get home soon.

Gaster shook his head.  He took back his hand so he could sign.  "[But maybe I should.]"

He could tell Grillby was disappointed from the way his flames seemed to die down slightly, even though he had to be at work himself in a few hours.  

"[Who cares if I should?]" he decided.

The early evening was clear, so they decided to take a walk down the main street.  The local human winter holiday was near the same time as Gyftmas and the stores were decorated.  They weren't the only people out window shopping.  Gaster ignored the humans staring at him and Grillby when they went into a men's clothing store.

He'd spent so long away from anything bright or colorful, he found himself charmed by a display of -  honestly - quite ugly Christmas ties.  Grillby looked from him to the ties and just shook his head.  

"[They Suit You.]"  

"......no."

There was one with an entire inside scene on it.  A beautifully decorated Gyftmas tree stood next to a roaring hearth.  Two dogs slept in front of the fire. All on one tie.  Gaster pointed to that one.

".........no."

"[It's You.]"

"...don't insult me."

Gaster cackled.  He would hate to see Grillby actually wear it, but thinking about how he'd react if he opened a box on Gyftmas Day and found the tie on it was putting him in a good mood.  

Grillby was looking at him like he knew exactly what he was thinking, and didn't approve.

A loud gasp behind them startled them.  Grillby's flames leapt up towards the ceiling and Gaster felt himself sink into a coat rack in an automatic impulse to hide.

"WHAT AN AMAZING COINCIDENCE!"  Gaster couldn't see him, but he recognized Papyrus' voice.

Embarrassed, Gaster emerged from his hiding place.  They'd lucked out this time and Grillby hadn't set off the sprinkler system.  

"Kind of ironic actually!"  Undyne was grinning.

"NO I WOULD NOT SAY IT IS IRONIC AT ALL," Papyrus said, giving her a sharp look.

"OH!  Right, yeah.  Just, a standard, every day coincidence."

"ABSOLUTELY MUNDANE!"

"I'm about to fall asleep thinking about how boring a surprise this was, to run into these guys, here, right now!"  

Grillby nodded at Papyrus, then at Undyne, and then sunk back.  Gaster wasn't sure how to convince him that Papyrus didn't have any problem with them dating, and that Sans was just pretending to disapprove to con Grillby out of free burgers.  

"I SHOULD HAVE REALIZED YOU WERE HERE WHEN I CAME IN THE BUILDING AND IT SMELLED SUSPICIOUSLY OF GREASE!"  Papyrus sounded cheerful, but no wonder Grillby didn't believe him.

"We should get the hell out of here and get something to eat," Undyne said. "You're right.  That smell is making me hungry!"  She aimed her toothy smile at Grillby.  "I want to fill a bathtub with the greasy cheese you use on your fries and just SWIM in it!"

Papyrus shuddered. "SUDDENLY MY APPETITE HAS DISAPPEARED ENTIRELY."

"[Still, as your Father, I am telling you to get something to eat.]" Gaster said. "[You are almost SKIN AND BONES.]"

Papyrus sighed. "THIS IS THE LIFE I HAVE TO LIVE NOW, UNDYNE."  

She patted him on the arm.

"I CAN BARELY STOMACH IT!"  He waved over the open spot between his shirt and his ripped holiday daisy dukes.  "NYEH HEH HEH!"  

Gaster cackled along with him.

"Quit messing around!  I need to rip into something before I pass out!  And we have work to do,"  Undyne said.  "C'mon!"  She grabbed Papyrus by the arm and started to pull him away.

Grillby waved goodbye.  Gaster looked at him and shrugged.

"...gyftmas shopping?"  Grillby guessed.

"[Oh.  That makes sense.]"  

Grillby spotted a display of holiday vests with muted colors and designs compared to the ties.  He hurried over, visibly excited.  

Gaster was too caught up in the excitement of browsing menswear to notice the odd rattling noise that followed the two of them as they walked throughout the store.  

--

Undyne pulled Papyrus out of hearing range and then yanked him down onto the floor behind a shoulder-high slacks display.  She knelt next to him.  "This is PERFECT."

"THERE ARE NUMEROUS RESTAURANTS ON MAIN STREET THAT HAVE HEALTHY AND CALCIUM-RICH MEAL CHOICES," Papyrus said, worried.  He didn't know why they were on the floor, but he assumed Undyne had a reason. She always did, even if her reasons were not, well, always good reasons.  Or, to be more diplomatic, they were not always the quality of reason that Papyrus would expect from someone who used to be head of the royal guard.  That didn't mean he wasn't going to go along with whatever she was planning, however.  

"Shhh, shut up, we aren't eating yet," Undyne said.  "And we have to quit talking about it before I really do get hungry!"

"THIS MUST BE VERY IMPORTANT FOR YOU TO BE SO RUDE."

"Sorry!  But, it is!  I hatched a plan while we were talking to your old man - like, a really DEVIOUS and CALCULATING one!  I can't wait to tell Alphys about it - she's always getting into those kinds of characters and slapping posters of their faces on our bedroom wall."

"I SEE!"  Papyrus sat up.  "I KNEW I COULD COUNT ON YOU, UNDYNE!"

"I wasn't going to let my friend down!"  She rubbed her knuckles on the top of his skull.  "See, we're going to follow them - and stay really really quiet - and watch what stuff your dad looks interested in! It's perfect, and it's guaranteed that whatever you get him will be a surprise AND he'll want it!"  

"THAT PLAN IS AMAZING!"  Papyrus said, clasping his gyftmas-tree shaped gloves together.  "IT IS EXACTLY THE SAME AS THE PLAN I WAS CONSIDERING!  AND THEN YOU SAID YOU WERE HUNGRY, SO I THOUGHT WE WERE NOT GOING TO DO IT!  BUT THEN IT JUST TURNED OUT THAT YOU WERE BEING EXTRA DEVIOUS AND TRICKING EVEN ME INTO THINKING IT WAS NOT GOING TO BE THE PLAN!"  

"Uh, right!" Undyne grinned.  "Step one is convincing them we left!"

"CHECK!"

"Step two is, uh...tracking them down in the store without letting them know we're there!"

"HM...THAT WILL BE OF CONSIDERABLE DIFFICULTY.  LIKE UNTWISTING NOODLES WITHOUT BREAKING A SINGLE STRAND, WE MUST TAKE GREAT CARE AT EVERY STEP.   EVEN ONE OVERLY-LOUD WORD WILL BETRAY US!  AND OUR MISSION!"

"Yeah!  But we can definitely do it!"

"OF COURSE!  FOR I AM THE GREAT PAPYRUS!  AND YOU ARE...THE NEARLY AS GREAT FRIEND OF PAPYRUS!"

She leaned down. "Ok."  Undyne spoke in a low whisper.  "Let's quit messing around, and get this over with so we can go out and get some burgers."

"OR SOME - " Papyrus broke off and started again, in a whisper.  "OR SOMETHING HEALTHY AND NOT DISGUSTING."  His whisper was the same volume as his regular way of speaking, but he hissed while he spoke.

"Uh...why don't we practice hand signals!  And not say anything once we've started." Undyne snuck out from behind the slacks display and waved for Papyrus to follow.  

Oh!  A hand signal! Papyrus hurried after her, still partially crouched.  A hamster monster wearing a store badge hovered by the display, uneasily watching them.  

"SHH," Papyrus said.  "YOU DID NOT SEE OR HEAR US."

The monster nodded, slowly.  He started folding pants.

--

Grillby could tell they were being followed.  How could anyone miss it?  He turned and gave his incompetent tail a long look, but they seemed to decide that he was looking over their heads.

Gaster was too intent on deciding between three different hats, and didn't seem to notice.  

"......Gaster."

"[SHHHH.  NOT NOW.]"

Fine.  Grillby was more annoyed at Gaster shushing him than he was at being followed.  He decided to keep it to himself.  

"[I think this one suits you,]" Gaster said.  He took a white panama hat off the display and set it on Grillby's burning head.  

"...I don't like hats."  The irritation faded away, now that he knew Gaster was looking at something for him.  He removed it and set it back.  He wasn't going to burn it, but the people working there were uneasy about him trying things on.  He didn't want to make their day more difficult than it had to be during the holiday season.  

"[A shame.]"

Grillby glanced at Papyrus, who was peering out from inside a circular rack of coats. "...do you like any of them for yourself?"

Gaster shook his head, and then seemed to reconsider.  He tried on a few more.  

Grillby waited until Gaster was staring at himself in the mirror, and then he turned towards Papyrus and pointed at the hat on Gaster's head.  He gave a single stoic nod.  

He thought that pointing out a gift would get Papyrus to leave him and Gaster alone. He gave up on that idea after half an hour.  He caught a glimpse of some paper in Papyrus' hand.  

"[Are you bored?]"  Gaster signed.  "[Usually you enjoy this.]"

"......I feel like we're being watched."  

Gaster gave him as serious a look as his odd features could manage.  He touched Grillby on the arm. "[Do not let the humans get to you.]"

Grillby sighed. "......I won't."

"[But let's continue this when there is no crowd.]"

He nodded.

"[I wonder where my son went to eat?]"  Gaster took out his phone and started to call.

For a second, Grillby heard a ringtone, and then the sound was gone.  Grillby looked up and thought he saw something small flying through the air towards the back of the store.  

"[No answer.]"

"...if they went, they'd be done by now."

"[True.  But he always answers in two rings.]"  Gaster shook his head.  "[Except when his battery dies.]"

"...it's normal to worry, but...I'm sure he is fine."

Gaster gave him a crooked smile and nodded.  

A rack of clothes tipped over and Papyrus burst out of the mess.  "MY APOLOGIES FOR MISSING YOUR CALL, FATHER!  I THINK UNDYNE...DROPPED MY PHONE SOMEPLACE IN THIS STORE!  ...DID YOU SEE IT?"

"[How did you -]"

"I......HEARD YOU TALKING AS I WALKED BY!  THIS STORY SURE IS BELIEVABLE...IS WHAT YOU ARE THINKING RIGHT NOW!"

"I believe it!" Undyne said, popping out of the clothes on the floor.  "Hey, why don't you call his phone again, so we can see if we can track the ring tone!"

"BRILLIANT IDEA, UNDYNE!"  

Gaster shrugged. "[Let us all get something to eat after we find it.]"

"Great!  I could still eat like a thousand burgers," Undyne said.  

Grillby covered his face with his hands.  "...yes.  Let's just...leave."  

"[Grillby is shy around these humans,]" Gaster explained.  

"I WAS NOT AWARE THAT GRILLBY WAS SHY!  IT MUST BE DIFFICULT TO FULFILL SUCH A SOCIAL ROLE, AS A BARTENDER!  GRILLBY, I HAVE NEWFOUND RESPECT FOR YOU AND I AM HAPPY YOU ARE TRYING SO HARD TO OVERCOME YOUR LIMITATIONS."

"...thank you." Grillby was not used to being called "shy."  "...sometimes people are difficult."  That was true, at least.

"WHAT WAS THAT?"

"[Grillby thanked you.]"

"IT WAS THE VERY LEAST I COULD DO, BUT I AM AWARE THAT IT WAS STILL A LOT.  SINCE EVERYTHING I DO IS TINGED WITH GREATNESS."

They all went and got burgers over Papyrus' loud objections.  Papyrus ordered a salad and a milkshake and complained about the overpowering grease smell.  

After Undyne polished off her weight in hamburgers and cheese fries, she tossed some money on the table.  "I still have a billion errands to run!  Thanks for the food, though."

Papyrus looked confused.  "I THOUGHT WE WERE--"

Undyne elbowed his head.  

"--AH, YES!  I REMEMBER NOW.  THANK YOU FOR...KNOCKING MY MEMORY LOOSE FOR ME, UNDYNE."  He narrowed his eye sockets.  "AND WE SHOULD...STOP INTERRUPTING YOUR DATE!  THERE ARE MANY STEPS FROM FRIEND TO BOYFRIEND TO BECOMING THE STEP FATHER OF THE GREAT PAPYRUS, AND I WOULD NOT WANT TO DELAY IT EVEN FOR A MINUTE."

"Oh my god, Papyrus, let's just go!"  

"THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT I'M SUGGESTING!"

Grillby watched them run out of the building.  Through the large pane glass window, he saw them hurry right back into the store they'd just left.  He looked back at Gaster, and noticed he was obliviously fussing with his phone.

"......I'm tired," Grillby said.  He still had a full night of work ahead of him.

"[Let me take you back home.]"

Grillby nodded.  He liked when they walked together, and he could make sure Gaster didn't get too cold.  He kept his arm over Gaster's shoulders.

--

Gaster was singing.

It was more like humming, with a strange high staticy buzz that almost seemed to form words when Undyne concentrated.  He signed along with his humming.

"[OH.  THE WEATHER OUTSIDE IS FRIGHTFUL.]"

Grillby was next to him in a neat green sweater.  Someone (Sans) had stuck several bows to his back, and he hadn't noticed.  There was also one stuck to the side of his glasses that he had noticed, but he had left it where it was.  

"[BUT THE FIRE IS SO DELIGHTFUL.]"  

Grillby tinged blue under his glasses.  He playfully pushed Gaster away.  

Papyrus kicked open the kitchen door and burst in, carrying an enormous fruit cake on a silver platter.  "AND SINCE THERE'S NO PLACE TO GO,"  He sang.  

Sans, dozing on the couch next to Undyne, mumbled along with the last line.  "let it snow."

"LET IT SNOW!"

"[LET IT SNOW.]

That was freaking adorable.  Undyne wanted to punch the couch cushions into fluff. Gaster leaned towards Grillby and blinked at him like he was trying to bat his non-existent eyelashes.  Grillby turned even more blue and gave him a very quick smooch.  

"Alphys!"   Undyne turned away from boring Sans towards the love of her life, on her other side.

Alphys was in the middle of chugging a mug full of alcoholic cider.  She coughed and said, "Uh...Undyne!  Y-yes?"

"This place is so FULL of the holiday spirit, it feels like it's going to EXPLODE with it any minute now!  We have to open presents before it's too late!"

Alphys laughed. "It's a real emergency!"  

"I need you to see what I got you!"  Undyne sighed.  Toriel was still in the kitchen with Frisk.

"W-well...how about we give each other...a tiny present beforehand?  To, uh, release some of the pressure?  I can go first."

"WHAT YOU ARE DISCUSSING SOUNDS VERY ILLEGAL," Papyrus commented, but he didn't appear to be particularly bothered.

"Lay it on me!" Undyne said.  She held out her hand, assuming Alphys had whatever small gift it was in her inventory.

"Uh...ok. I'll...just..."  She turned red and took Undyne's hand.  Alphys' glasses fogged up in embarrassment as she gave Undyne's fingers a quick smooch.  

"HEY!" Undyne grinned.  "No fair giving me the best present first!  And I got you the same thing, too, which TOTALLY ruins the surprise!"

They kept each other distracted until it was time to open their other, easier to wrap presents.  

This was Gaster's first Gyftmas since his return, so Undyne wasn't surprised when present opening got slogged down during his turn.  She settled in.

"your turn, bro," Sans said, after Gaster had opened his poorly wrapped gag gift. 

"I WILL RETURN SHORTLY!"  Papyrus fled the room and Undyne jumped up to help.  

He had ten different boxes, and nothing was breakable, but she didn't want him flinging them around the house after she'd helped him pick them out.  They ran back and dumped the whole load of them onto Gaster's lap.  His lap wasn't large enough to hold them, so a couple rolled over to Grillby.

"man, don't sell yourself short," Sans said.  "carrying all those was a tall order."

"YES I SUPPOSE I DID RETURN TALL-Y," Papyrus allowed.  

"[What is all this?]"  Gaster asked.  He opened the first box he put his hands on and took out a soft black turtleneck.  Papyrus had written "NUMBER ONE GASTER" in glittering fabric paint on it, instead of the preferable but risky "NUMBER ONE DAD."  "[Oh.  That is very sweet.  Thank you.]"

The next box had the dapper looking hat they had watched him seriously consider. Papyrus had written "COOL DAD" on this one.  One by one, Gaster removed each of the items of clothing from their wrapping, and held them up to show off the slogans Papyrus had painted on.  Undyne couldn't tell from Gaster's face how he felt about them.  

He finally noticed the card, lost in all the boxes, taped to some now loose wrapping paper.  Gaster opened it up and seemed to read over it a few times before setting it down.  Black globular tears started to pour out of his eye sockets and Grillby shuffled away and held out a handkerchief to him at a safe distance.  "[THANK YOU, SON.]"  He sniffed and blew into the handkerchief.

They passed the card around, but Undyne didn't have to read it.  She'd sat by while Papyrus paced around trying to figure out the correct wording, and she'd giving him her reassurances that he was saying the right thing.

FATHER,

I CANNOT IMAGINE A BETTER PRESENT FOR MYSELF THAN HAVING YOU WITH US FOR GYFTMAS THIS YEAR.  I HOPE ALL THESE GIFTS ARE ENOUGH TO SHOW MY GRATITUDE.

PAPYRUS

Toriel opened her presents next, to give Gaster a little time to settle down, and Grillby shifted back over to sit right next to him.  He said something, quiet, and Gaster rested his head on Grillby's shoulder.

Undyne watched Grillby quietly set a box in Gaster's hand, and Gaster took out his own gift and handed it to Grillby.  Undyne looked away and gave them a moment of privacy to exchange their gifts.  

-

The adults had all had a little too much cider by the time the last gift was opened and properly cooed over.  Undyne crumpled up the wrapping paper into one huge ball and left to slam dunk it into the outside garbage.

Papyrus thought she was taking a little too long.  He found her in the kitchen with a mouth stuffed full of Toriel's famous snail puffs that she too-rapidly swallowed when Papyrus opened the door.  

"Hey!"  she said, voice raspy, tears leaking out the corner of her eye.

"GYFTMAS IS A VERY EMOTIONAL HOLIDAY FOR EVERYONE," Papyrus said.

"Y-yeah!" Undyne said, coughing.  "Man, I don't know what it is with booze, but I want to eat half the food in this house, and right now!"

Papyrus didn't like to hear that anyone was hungry around him, so he let her have some of the chips from one of the bags Sans always seemed to open but was always too lazy to finish.  This way, she wouldn't be eating food that was meant for later.  No one wanted to see Toriel in a bad mood.

"UNDYNE.  I WANTED TO THANK YOU FOR COMING BY SO QUICKLY TO HELP ME WHEN I NEEDED IT THE MOST," Papyrus said.  "I THINK IT MUST HAVE BEEN FATE, BECAUSE I DOUBT ANY OTHER TIME WE WOULD HAVE RUN INTO THEM."

"I mean, they go into that exact store all the time.  That's why you thought you'd find something he liked there."

"YES!  THE TIDES OF FATE WERE IN OUR FAVOR, AND IT WAS WITH YOUR AID THAT I WAS ABLE TO MAKE THIS THE BEST GYFTMAS EVER.  IN QUITE LIKELY THE ENTIRE WORLD.  FOR ANYONE."

"Yeah, it was really great.  Man, Papyrus, you've been a really good friend, you know?"  She crumpled up the chip bag and tossed it.  It landed in the trash can without hitting the sides.  "And now I'm getting emotional!  What the hell!  It's gotta be the booze!  What did she put in this stuff?"

"YOU ARE FEELING EMOTIONAL BECAUSE YOU RIGHTFULLY LOVE ME VERY MUCH," Papyrus said.  "IT'S OKAY!  LET IT ALL OUT!"  He gave her a hug.

She sniffed, just once, and then hugged him back so hard he felt something crack.  "Of course I love you, you gangly nerd!"

"OH NO!  NOW THERE IS SOMETHING IN MY EYE SOCKETS!"

"Like you said!  Let it all out!"

Papyrus cried on her shoulder and loudly blew his nose hole on the wad of paper towels she handed to him.  "I NEVER IMAGINED I WOULD HAVE SO MANY GOOD FRIENDS.  WELL.  I MEAN, I IMAGINED, OF COURSE, BUT...IT IS BETTER THAN I IMAGINED!  AND YOU ARE THE BEST FRIEND OF THEM ALL.  THE GREATEST AMONGST THOSE WHO ARE GREAT ENOUGH TO BE CONSIDERED A LIFELONG COMPANION OF SOMEONE SUCH AS ME."

"Wow, Papyrus." She laughed.  "You sap!  Let's get back to the party before we start to get weird about it."

"YOU'RE THE FETTUCCINE TO MY ALFREDO," Papyrus said.

"Yeah, that's it.  I'll spaghetti your bolognese if we don't get back to the party."  

"I DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS.  BUT IT SOUNDS NICE!"

"Well, it sure isn't!"  

There was a half-tipsy cheer when the two of them returned to the crowded living room.  

[lordsicheng]

Summertime Madness: Pt. 1

Park Woojin x OC

genre: fluff, angst (though not seen in this part yet, this part is more of like an introduction so yes more fluff+angst in the next part/s)

summary: what happens when a young, bad boy freshman falls in love with a coldhearted senior? will fate run its course? or will it send both of them into an emotional roller coaster ride that makes them realize the true meaning of love, honesty, and trust?

“That will be 42,700won.” the cashier smiled as he finished scanning all of your items in the bag

“Here you go, keep the change.”  you handed over the money and nodded

“Thank you, young lady. Have a great evening.” he said as he gave you your bag of groceries

“You too, sir.” you giggled as you grabbed the paper bag and headed out to go home

It was quite late at night, but you had no choice but to buy yourself some dinner since your parents left the day before to go on a trip out of town as a celebration for their anniversary, leaving you alone at home. You sighed as you walked your way down the street to your home, fastening your pace as you realized some of the street lights had faulty lighting.

“Really?” you muttered as you looked at the flickering street light next to you, continuing to walk your way

“Ya! Come back here!” you heard someone yell, making you curious as you saw three young men emerge from the hill of your street. 

They ran fast as they could from the middle aged man who was chasing the three, all of them running towards your way. You panicked a bit and couldn’t move, ending up standing where you were as the three passed by you.

Somehow, one of them ended up looking at you as he ran by, and you looked back. It seemed like a slow motion as you both looked into each other’s eyes, you becoming curious to know who he was as much as he wanted to know you as well. You snapped back into reality as soon as they all ran towards the other way, the middle aged man panting and stopping as he put his hands on his knees and tried to catch his breath

“What happened?” you warily asked

“Those kids were a nuisance at my store. They kept playing around and didn’t bother paying for everything they drank.” he answered in between panting

“Are they even legal enough to drink?” you scrunched your face as you looked at the direction to where they ran off to

“I don’t even know and I don’t care!” he hissed as he stood up trying to compose himself

“How much did they drink?” you looked at him

“4 bottles of soju.” he shook his head

“I’ll pay for them.” you insisted as you grabbed your wallet from your pocket

“You know those kids?” the man asked you, sounding irritated

“No. But as long as you don’t have to waste your time trying to find them, I’ll pay.”

-

You ate your homecooked meal in front of the television in comfort, watching your favorite variety show. Your phone rang suddenly and saw your mom on the screen, waiting for you to pick up. You rolled your eyes as you answered it and immediately shifted to video call, your mom and dad looking happy as you showed annoyance in your expression

“How’s my little princess?” your dad asked as he waved

“Fine. I’m eating dinner.” you sighed as you fed yourself a spoonful of rice

“Why so late in eating sweetie? You’re gonna gain weight.” your mom said worriedly

“What’s the point? I am already fat anyway.” you rolled your eyes again as you drank your glass of water

“You’re not fat, y/n. Did anything today?” your dad asked

“Other than stay at home and watch TV, nothing. I went to the groceries to buy some stuff to cook with. That’s all.” you said chewed your meal

“You sound irritated about us calling.” your mom pouted

“Mom, I want to sleep after eating. I’m really tired.” you insisted

“But you said you didn’t do anything today?” she chuckled

“I cleaned the house. The whole house.” you smiled sarcastically

“That’s my girl. Alright. We’ll call tomorrow. Good night, we love you!” your dad said before he dropped the call, and you frowned immediately as you looked around. The house wasn’t much of a mess, but you knew your parents expected you to clean at least once while they were away

“I’ll clean the day before they arrive.” you thought as you went back to eating, changing channels as you tried to find something amusing to watch

-

Woojin lied on his bed and looked at his ceiling, thinking about how he was able to see your face even it was dim. He couldn’t picture your whole face, but he thought of how your eyes were able to meet his. He suddenly chuckled as he sat up and grabbed his phone, looking at his contacts as he dialed one of them

“Hey Jihoon.” he chuckled

“What?” Jihoon spoke through the phone

“Were you able to notice the girl we passed by earlier?” he asked as he lied back down

“What girl?” Jihoon asked

“While we ran we passed by this girl, right? If you remember, that is.” Woojin grinned

“No, I don’t remember a girl.” Jihoon scoffed

“Never mind. Why did I even bother asking.” Woojin dropped the call and put his phone at the side as he rubbed his face with his hands, trying his best to remember how you looked like

-

You ran towards the registrar’s office as you finalized your enrolment for classes, finally feeling the sensation of being a senior. You weren’t really ready to graduate yet but you knew you needed to move on. You texted your friend immediately to ask where she was, walking your way out as you passed the halls.

“Woojin are you sure about your major?” Jihoon asked as he nudged Woojin on the side as they looked at their papers that had their schedules for classes

“This was what mom wanted. I don’t even know anything about business.” Woojin rolled his eyes as he looked up, suddenly seeing you again. 

You were looking at your phone as you walked, and Woojin suddenly became speechless as if it were a slow motion all over again. Your hair swaying to the pace of your walking as you passed by him, making Jihoon look at you too in confusion. You immediately walked fast down the building once you got on the stairs, Woojin still staring at you until you were nowhere to be found

“What?” Jihoon chuckled as he shook his head

“That was her.” Woojin said, expression still stunned

“Who?” Jihoon looked at Woojin confusedly

“The girl we passed by two weeks ago!” Woojin looked at Jihoon as his smile widened

“Wait, you’re still looking for her?” Jihoon scrunched his face as he looked at the stairs

“No, I finally found her.” Woojin chuckled as he ran towards the stairs to go down, trying to follow you

“Seriously?” Jihoon put his hands on his hips as he shook his head again

As soon as Woojin got to the ground floor he looked left and right to see if you were around, seeing you walk off to the other corner. He immediately ran towards to where you were, seeing you walk with some guy out of the building. Woojin’s expression suddenly became sullen, watching you laugh as you met your friend and went out the door. He felt a bit disappointed, putting his hands in his pockets as shook his head and turned to go back to go up.

-

“Thanks for accompanying me, Seongwoo. You’re such a pal.” you rolled your eyes jokingly as you looked at your friend, Seongwoo, who was also your classmate and decided to help you out on the enrolment

“No problem. You seem to be enrolling earlier than usual?” he smiled as he ruffled your hair

“I wanted to get first dibs on our classes. Good thing slots were still open for everything.” you chuckled

“We’re going to the beach later with the others. Got time?” he shrugged as he looked at you

“Is Haein going?” you asked as you stopped walking

“Yeah…” Seongwoo stopped walking as well, blinking a couple of times

“I don’t want to see her.” you crossed your arms

“Y/n, she’s really sorry about the whole Jaehwan thing.” he pleaded

“I don’t care!” you suddenly snapped, making Seongwoo calm you down as he put his hands on your shoulders

“Please, we all haven’t hung out in a while. I’m probably one of the only few people you still talk to in the group and I don’t want us all to fight.” he sighed

“If you don’t want us to fight then don’t invite her.” you pushed his hands off of your shoulders as you walked away, Seongwoo shaking his head

“Fine. I’m not inviting her.” he called out, making you stop walking

“You better.” you said as you turned to look at him, and he just slowly nodded

-

Woojin leaned his back on the wall outside of the registrar’s office, looking down while crossing his arms waiting for Jihoon. He didn’t even move an inch once Jihoon got out and just leaned still, making Jihoon groan and shake his head

“Couldn’t catch her?” he asked as he closed the door

“She has a boyfriend.” Woojin muttered

“So? Steal her from her boyfriend!” Jihoon joked, making Woojin get an idea as he widened his eyes and looked at Jihoon

“You’re right.” he smiled deviously as he nodded

“Wait, are you serious?” Jihoon chuckled

“I need to know her name.” Woojin bit his bottom lip as he looked around

“Woojin this school has over 14,000 students, how are you gonna be able to find her?” Jihoon questioned as he crossed his arms

“I’ll find a way.” he smirked as he looked at Jihoon, and Jihoon just sighed and pat his friend’s back as he walked away, Woojin following after.

[hit-thekwanb4hehitsyou]

Oblivious - Taeyang

Pairing: Yoo Taeyang x Reader 

Summary: Where Taeyang is your dance instructor and asks for a private show.

Genre: Smut

Warning: thigh riding, lap dance, oral, fingering

Word Count: 11,597

Hello, this is the first smut I’ve ever posted, please take care of me!

“Okay but what do you do with your life?”

“Nothing, and that’s the way that I like it.”

“This is something fun we can do together as good pals do.”

“I’ll take a strong pass.”

Sitting in your cramped bedroom, you were stuck listening to the desperate sounds of your best friend. The two of you have always been close even though your personalities seem to be Polar Opposites. She was talkative, friendly, active, and involved. You on the other hand, like the intense silence and overwhelmingly exciting comfort of being alone.

All in all, though, you two never seemed to get sick of each other and resulted in a good match. You forced her to sit still and binge watch Harry Potter, while she dragged you out of your room and made you be a participating member of your community. Usually in a negative way... But participating all the same!

In your current situation, she was attempting to coerce you into yet another bad idea that you wanted absolutely no part of, a dance class.

“Y/N I’m a dancing queen and I have no rhythm. This class could be so fun and is obviously needed.”

“Then you should do it. Why do I have to be there?”

“Because I don’t want to go alone.”

“No.” You say final. Dancing, however cool it looked, was not an interest of yours. Strictly because why move when you could sit motionless in front of a screen?

“Just one class please? I just need to get comfortable and then I can go alone.” She asks giving you the saddest look. You couldn’t deny how weak you were to that face of desperation and your ability to extort her every move.

“Okay, but you are buying me food afterwards and we’ll finally have to sit through all of the Star Wars movies we can fit in one entire day.” You smile excitedly. A look of true horror and debate creeps onto her face and you laugh knowing you won. “So, when is the first class?”

“Oh, uh…” she looks at her phone, “About five minutes.”

You panic as you jump up out of your bed now leaving it looking more disarrayed than usual. You throw on the closest t-shirt and leggings you can and throw on an old pair of tennis shoes as you hurry out of the house to your car, with your irresponsibly tardy friend straggling behind you.

 ~

As you enter the building, you can’t help but notice how eerily clean it all seemed. It was buzzing with sound but completely empty in the main hall. The scent of floor soaps and sweat, which seem to you as a strange combination, fill the air leaving you with a sticky feeling.

You find the room you two were supposed to be in and quickly barge in. You see the class already started and sporadically put your items against the wall, trying to hurry up. The Ying to your Yang on the other hand was lollygagging behind you, trying to take in every detail of the damned space.

“let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!” You try to rush her. You didn’t want to awkwardly walk over there by yourself and join in with all eyes only on you. She finally was ready and you pull her along to where the rest of the group was.

“Going along with this basic intro, we need to focus primarily on rhythms and knowing a beat.” A black-haired boy was speaking. He was very tall and had what you could say was a “sturdy” physique. The worst part about him, was his face. He was undeniably handsome. You were curious as to how this boy was leading the class. He couldn’t be much older than you and he had this kind of a job? “We are going to start some music and simply just step along with the beat. Afterwards we will see if you were able to keep up or not.”

Music begins to play and so you began to do as instructed.

One step, two step. One step, two step. One-

“Have you already stretched?” A voice said from behind you. You tensed up due to the shock of someone approaching you and the melodic sound of whoever’s voice it was.

“No sorry.” Your friend, who was to the right of you, said. “We are already late; can’t we just skip it for today?”

You hadn’t turned around yet in fear of that voice belonging to a hood rat and fear of it belonging to the most attractive God ever created.

You couldn’t tell which was worse.

Finally, you had the courage to peek behind you and you saw dark black hair, glimmering eyes and a bright smile that made your knees feel weak.

“What are your names?” He asks with the same smile but a tad wider somehow. He was wearing a white t-shirt that was too large to see his physique and grey sweatpants that made his height more prominent.

“You can call me Anytime.” Your friend says with a wink. You internally threw up at the horrible line but couldn’t muster up much else. You look down at your feet and smile to yourself, forgetting how awkward that must look. “And that embarrassment over there, is Y/N.” She finishes, rolling her eyes.

“Well Anytime, Y/N, we always stretch before practice, it’s an important part of the dance class itself.” He says with a light chuckle. It somehow found a way to vibrate through your chest and you could feel every syllable he spoke.

“It’s literally stepping right now. I’m not going to sprain anything stepping around.”

“It’s healthiest for your muscles.” Even though you knew your friend was being over-dramatic, the man never faltered from sounding kind. He could get through speaking with her, without sounding annoyed.

You can practically see the steam coming out of her ears and so you shot the boy a smile, grabbed her arm and made your way to the side. Before you can get there, the boy shifted his body in front of you with a step. You looked up at him and he bent down a bit to get eye level with you. His arms were crossed and seems to be studying you in a way.

“I’m Taeyang by the way.”

 ~

“Horrible, horrid, horrendous, humiliating, hell.” You were lying on your bed, food rappers from McDonald’s lying around your room and listening to the most hectic and pointless rant you’ve ever heard. It appears some rules they had, the patience needed and the lack of control was not Miss. Blabbermouth’s style. The dance class was deemed impossible.

“Don’t worry Y/N, we are never going back there. The boys were cute but man were they awful. So demanding and annoying as hell. Do that, they said. Do this, they said. That’s against our rules, they warned. ‘No, I will not teach you how to twerk to Despacito” they protested. It was such a big headache.”

You weren’t giving your full attention as she rambled on. You couldn’t stop thinking about that boy, Taeyang. You looked back on your meeting and felt a sudden burden on your shoulders from all that embarrassment. You pulled an Ariel and couldn’t speak to that sweet prince.

“I actually think I might go back.” You say. How could you not? And this time, none of that goofy business acting like a fool in front of him. You are a calm and collected person, you weren’t going to let one attractive boy ruin all the confidence you’ve ever earned.

“Why the fuck?” You’ve never seen a head whip that fast before. You were met with flaring eyes and nostrils. “Did I miss something when I was trying to shoot myself in that practice studio? Or did you? That thing sucked and you didn’t even want to go in the first place.”

“I changed my mind.”

“Please don’t tell me this is about that Tae-bang yourself guy, is it?”

“No! Sort of… Listen! It’s like you said, I have nothing else to do anyways.”

~

It turned out that you had practices Monday through Friday for three weeks until you had to pay for more lessons. The first couple of days you showed up and tried to just intensely work on what you were taught. There were a couple others in the class you met and seemed nice but no one you would talk to outside of the class. You learned that the tall boy you saw on the first day was named Rowoon. He was a nice guy that you had a great time teasing and joking around with. He would tease you right back and you had fun learning from him with a genuine smile on your face.

Taeyang on the other hand… He was the one thing that wasn’t clicking with you. You could get over your nerves and talk to him but he never seemed interested in you anymore than as his student. You couldn’t really complain, you wouldn’t expect him to see you as more and if anything, at least you were learning how to dance.

It was the beginning of the second week and you could feel the time being lost. Taeyang hadn’t really spoken to you the entire first week and if you were going to be honest it seemed as though he was avoiding you.

On Monday, you walk into the room at the studio and go on about your usual routine. You set things off to the side and begin to stretch. As you move to the stretches on the ground, you don’t notice Taeyang approaching you.

You begin to attempt stretching your legs. You lie on your backside and put one leg into the air, pulling on your thighs to stretch it forward. With your eyes closed you begin to count and focus on your breathing. Though before you know it, you feel a pair of warm hands grabbing a hold of your leg. Your eyes shoot open and you jump up onto your elbows so you can see who grabbed your leg.

You look up to meet that pair of glimmering eyes that had you shook from the beginning. They shine at you and act as a black hole drawing you in.

“Thought you could use some help.” He suggests. He smiles at you which somehow relaxes you to lie back down on the ground and allow him to stretch you out. One of his hands moves from the very top of your leg gliding down towards the back of your knee so he can get a better grasp of your leg.

“Make sure you keep your leg straight. This stretch is not only about getting your leg to bend, it’s about getting it to bend while it’s completely straight.”

“Well as you can see, I seem to be having a tad bit of trouble keeping my leg straight.” You respond. Your leg was up so you looked like a right angle, but your leg was slightly bent, causing it to look strange.

Taeyang only smiled at you as he brings the hand that was holding your ankle down to the front part of your thigh pushing it forward and the hand that had the back of your knee the other way forcing your leg to go straight.

You begin to get shortness of breath and not due to the stretch. His hand is on a spot that was so hard to keep control about. His touch was soft yet demanding, considering he was only helping you stretch, it seemed like something more. You knew it was all in your imagination, yet it’s had a funny way of making you fantasize on the ideas of, “what if.”

“So, what made you want to get into dance?” Taeyang says trying to begin light conversation. You can’t really tell him that you had no interest in dance until you saw him on the first day… You decide to tell him straightforwardly that you, just had nothing better to do.

He laughs at what you said and the sound of his full out, genuine laugh, causes you to smile as well. He seems too beautiful that you couldn’t even touch, though you know that was a lie as he switched legs and did the same hold, stretching the next.

“Well I’m glad you seem to be so unoccupied.” He says with a smile, making you unsure as to whether it was a compliment or an insult.

“Dance is a creative and expressive art form. I began dancing before I could accurately spell my name.” He chuckled. “The melodies and rhythms have always been so beautiful to me. It’s something that I truly enjoy and put my everything into. I hope that one day I can express my own art style and it inspires others the way that I was and am. It’s a creative form that you must put your entire soul into. If it doesn’t affect your emotions the same way it affects your body, you’re doing it wrong.”

You were left there transfixed at his words. You honestly didn’t care a smidgen about dancing but this boy was able to make you see how passionate someone can be about it. When he expressed it, it became something so much more than sweaty bodies jumping around, it was art.

He released your leg and you sat yourself up. You didn’t quite know what to say. He held out his hands to help you stand up.

“That’s…” You were trying to find something to say as you placed your hands into his to help you up. He gave a tug lifting you up and landing in a position in which your nose was a couple inches from his chest.

You looked up at him to see him looking down at you.

“Extremely beautiful.” He whispered never breaking eye contact. He sat there for a moment before he let go of your hands and began to walk away.

“Get ready for practice.” He smiled acting as though nothing happened and leaving you breathless and asking for a water break before class began.

 ~

Your second week of dance class was the most stressful week of your life. The problem was that you were getting exactly what you wanted. Taeyang was finally giving the attention you asked for but it had its own side effects. For instance, sometimes when he comes over to help you with choreography in class, he would touch your arm or your waist to get you in the right position. It seemed innocent enough, except for the fact that you were internally shutting down. You started to become this giggly loser and it was more than embarrassing. At this point you just hated him being too close to you because you hated acting like a fool, but you couldn’t help it.

It was his own fault.

The week was finally over as you pack up your bag and start to make your way out. You head to your car and go to pull out your keys. You hand searches the bag you have with you and slowly you start to panic. You take your bag off your shoulder and kneel, ripping out all the contents that you had just put in. As you shook your bag inside out and realized nothing was left to come out, you gave up on life itself. You pressed your face against your car window and saw a nice set of keys lying on the front seat.

Wonderful.

You started to look for a number to call so you could get into your car, while walking back into the building.

“Hello, this is Ray’s auto and insurance, how can we help you?” You heard a voice say on the other end of your phone.

“Hi, I locked my keys into my car and was wondering if you’d be able to help me to get it out?”

“We sure can. Can I get a name and an address please?” You excitedly gave all the details the girl on the other end asked for.

“Alright,” The woman continues. “We can get into your car for you but it might be a while still. All vehicles have to be back at shop at 8PM today for an inspection and since it is now 7:36, it’s going to be very hard to get there and back within the arranged time.”

“Oh...” You sigh. It’s just your luck too. You figure you’ll just call another place, hoping that they aren’t having an inspection today too.

“But, because of the troubles caused we can get that car for you first thing in the morning and give a discount on the pricing, we will go a whole fifty percent off for ya. Does that sound okay?” Does it sound okay?

“Yes! That’ll work fine thank you. I will be seeing you tomorrow then!”

“Sure, let’s say 10:00AM?”

“Sounds good to me!” You hung up your phone feeling like a winner, that was until you realized you have no car and no way into your house, seeing as though you live alone and keep the place locked up tight. You hope that someone is still in the studio and will be able to bring you over to your friend’s house to stay for the night.

You hear inside of the studio before you see the inside of the studio. Music played loudly and you peeked your head in to see two black haired boys dancing in a way you’ve never seen them before. The choreo looked challenging. Actually, impossible, but Rowoon and Taeyang were both epically displaying every move with perfect unity.

The music died down and you didn’t know whether you should move towards them or slowly back away and leave, but Rowoon caught you before you had a chance.

“Hey Y/N! What are you still doing here?” He asked.

“Uhm… Well actually I just-”

“Couldn’t get enough of me?”

“What the hell. No. I left my keys inside of my locked car so I was gonna see if someone would drive me over to my friend’s house, but it looks like you two are busy and I see no one else here so I’ll just start walking.”

“You are not walking.” Taeyang says as he walks towards the radio and shuts it off.

“It’s really not a big deal, walking won’t hurt.”

“Just give me a quick minute.” You watch as Taeyang left the room and then turned back to Rowoon who was giving you a large smile. You smile back but it just caused him to smile larger.

“What?” You ask curious as to his actions. He was just sitting there. His response was a soft giggle and he turned away from you.

“Rowoon… What is it?” You try again.

“Oh, like you don’t already know Miss Weak In The Knees.”

“What?” You try again, but this time aware of his intentions.

“You think I wouldn’t notice all of your sighs and dreamy eyed stares his way?”

“I have no idea what you are talking about, I’m sorry.”

“Yeah? This doesn’t ring a bell? ‘Oh, wow Taeyang you must really like dancing. You’re so cool and manly. I think your butt is so cute and the way your eyes glisten makes my heart beat faster than a cheetah’s legs.’” You felt weak. You never said those things out loud but man oh man did you think them.

“Como?” You say with a betraying teenage boy who’s going through puberty voice.

“Nice crackle there Pop.” He laughs. “Don’t worry though, I haven’t told him anything. It’s so much cuter to see you freak out when he makes eye contact with you. You should see your cheeks man.”

Not only were you offended at his cruel kink of watching someone slowly wish they were dead, but he had the nerve to pinch your cheeks too.

“Cwuel.” You blubber out due to him still hanging onto your baby cheeks. ��You smacked at him and tried to make him release your cheeks but he wouldn’t give in, instead he laughed.

“Say that you love me and then I’ll let go.” He said with a smile.

“I wub oo.”  You whisper.

“What was that, I can’t hear you?”

“I wub oo! I wub oo! I wub oo!” You shout and he finally let’s go. “Jesus man, how about you rip the damned things off?!”

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it. Here, I’ll rub them for you.” He reaches out at you but you slap his hands away.

“You are such a clingy puppy dog, leave me alone you Rottweiler.”

“No, wait! Don’t go!” He says following you as you walk away. He catches you and pulls you into a bear hug.

“What do you want from me?!” You cry out.

“Attention.”

“Ready to go then or should I wait?” You hear a voice say to your side. You waddle over, Rowoon still stuck on your back, to come face to chest with Taeyang. He was looking at you unamused. You’re sure that he just has his own things to do, he was upset about you taking him away from his own dance practice and now he’s pissed. You couldn’t help but get mad at yourself for visibly upsetting him.

“Give us a minute more.” Rowoon says, snuggling his head further into your neck.

“I’m ready!” You say smacking at his hands in hopes of him letting go. Luckily, he does with a sad sigh but you ignore it as you follow Taeyang outside. Rowoon mumbles something about not getting a goodbye but you were already too far away from him to want to shout back.

You proceed to walk behind Taeyang and can’t help but pay attention to the muscles in his back. You could tell he worked out to maintain that dancer body and oh God was it paying off.

“Thanks again for the ride.” You say as you make your way into the passenger’s seat of his car.

“Yeah.” He says as he throws his stuff into the backseat of his car and starts the engine. You notice he seems upset but you try not to let it get to your head because why freak out, it’s probably not all your fault. I’m sure he is fine with it despite his obvious bad mood.

He offered the ride, it’s his own damned fault.

It was quiet in the car as Taeyang drove and you could hear yourself breathing like some sort of bottom feeder.

“Address?” Taeyang asked. You responded quietly and told him the address feeling super uncomfortable. There was a very awkward silence and you could only think to interrupt the time by being blunt.

“Are you okay? I really could have walked to her house, I didn’t mean to make you upset.”

“I’m not upset.” He said not taking his eyes off the road.

“You sound a tad bit upset.”

“I’m not upset, why would I be upset?”

“Because you were practicing and I made you leave…”

“You didn’t make me leave. I didn’t want you walking home.”

“I’m just saying that it would have been fine.”

“And I’m saying that it wouldn’t have.”

“Taeyang-”

“Y/N” He says while resting a hand on your knee. The light ahead turns red and he comes to a stop. He looks over at you for the first time during the car ride and you are struggling to keep your breathing even. “I promise I’m not upset. I wouldn’t have felt comfortable without knowing you got somewhere safely for the night.”

You nod your head in response and he turns away, removing his hand, as the light changed green. You smiled at the fact that he was worried about you but you were most happy that he really didn’t seem to be upset at you.

You decide to just leave the topic alone for now and if the problem arose again, to face it then. As you were making up your mind about this fact, there was a ringing noise coming from in between both you and Taeyang. You looked over and noticed that it was his phone. Taeyang didn’t even care to acknowledge the ringing and let it be. The ringing came to an end and you were about to try and spark up some more conversation when the ringing started back up again. Taeyang yet again, let the ringing continue until it went silent. You were so curious as to who this person was, it sounded like an emergency from how immediate the next call was. The phone rang for a third time and you couldn’t help but to speak up.

“Are you gonna get that?” You ask honestly just annoyed with the constant ringing.

“Nah, I’m driving.” He responds, keeping his eyes on the road. You were pleased with his driving mannerisms but it wasn’t on the same level for how annoyed you were at this person for calling yet a fourth time.

“It seems like someone really needs to get in touch with you.”

“Doubt it but, if it’s bothering you so much, you can answer it.” You were not going to answer his phone. There was no way. Answer his phone and talk to whom? His mother or something? That was not going to ha-

A fifth time.

“Hello?” You ask as you snatch the phone from in between you and Taeyang.

“Hey, who’s this?” The voice responds. It sounds like a man maybe a few years older than you but you couldn’t be sure through the loud shouts overtop of booming music.

“Uhm, I’m Y/N. I’m one of Taeyang’s students at the dance studio…”

“Hello, I’m Inseong!”

“Hi!”

“So, I’m having an emergency and I need Taeyang quick.”

“Emergency?” You begin to panic, curious as to what could be happening. Taeyang rolled his eyes and you couldn’t believe he was acting so relaxed at a time like this.

“Yeah, Jaeyoon and I are so bored and wanna go to a party. Tell Taeyang to pick us up in an hour.”

“So, your emergency… Is that you’re bored?” You hear a slight chuckle to your side and you look over to see Taeyang smiling in your direction, probably making fun of your stress earlier.

“Yes.”

“You low life scum bag! I thought something was really wrong, you can’t call that many times and say there’s an emergency only for nothing! Who do you people think you are. I was so stressed out, it wasn’t funny at all!”

“I’m sorry, I’m pretty sure you can come to the party too. Don’t be mad!”

“No offense but it literally already sounds like you’re at a party.” The music was still booming and you had to plug an ear and hold the phone close to really hear what he was saying.

“Oh no. That! Okay, just a second.” He says. You hear some more shouting and then the music goes off. You sit there a bit confused but roll with it. “Sorry it was just Jaeyoon and I. We were drinking wine and listening to some fire is all. Now we wanna dance but our neighbors would get so pissed if we tried dancing in this apartment, so we wanna go to a party.”

“Or a club.” You hear faintly in the background.

“Or a club.” Inseong repeats.

“Just a minute.” You look over at Taeyang who you see didn’t have his hands on the wheel. You hadn’t even noticed you arrived at your stop. “Here, you can talk to Taeyang yourselves.”

You hand over the phone and Taeyang laughs as he puts it up to his ear. You gather all of your things and open up the car door. When you step out, you peek your head back into the car and see Taeyang still looking at you.

“Thank you for the ride, I guess I’ll see you on Monday?” You thank him.

“Y/N, I hope you know I’m not gonna leave until I know you are inside of that house.”

“What?”

“You didn’t even call a friend asking to stay at their place. What if they are busy?”

“Then I’ll wait for her to come home. It’s a nice day.” He just stares at you for a few seconds and then turns away, responding to his phone call.

“I’ll be right here, waiting to see you walk inside.” He says turning to look at you. He calmly stares at you again until you walk away, then you hear him speaking on the phone again.

You make your way to your friend’s front door and that’s when things really begin to get shaky. You look in the driveway and notice that there wasn’t any car there. You play it off and assume she was just gone for a moment and would be back soon. You figure now would probably be a good time to call seeing if you could stay at their house.

You begin dialing their number as you knock on the front door. You wait but no one answers the door. You knock again, the same time that your phone was processing your call.

“Hello?” A voice said on the other side.

“Hey, where are you right now?”

“I’m at my aunt’s house.”

“What.” You say as a comment more than a question.

“My parents made me tag along to someone’s wedding or something. I’m so bored and happy you called me. Entertain me, please. This thing is dragging on.”

“When will you be back?!” You panic.

“Uhm someone is excited for my return. I’ll be back in like three days I think.”

“Why wouldn’t you tell me this?”

“I guess I didn’t know I had to… Why, what’s up?”

“I locked my keys in my car and don’t have a spare. Do you have a spare, I’m at your house right now?”

“What? My house? How’d you get there?”

“Taeyang dropped me o- “

“Taeyang that cute dance instructor Taeyang?!”

“Yes.” You look over at the man in question to see him playfully laughing on the phone still. As you stare he looks up at you and gives a soft smile. You smile back and then quickly look away. “Listen, I need in your house and I need to be in there now!”

“I do have spare keys but, they are with me.” You start rubbing your head trying not to snap.

“Why do you have your spares, with you?” You speak through gritted teeth.

“In case I need them…” She whispers.

“I’m hanging up now.” You say before removing the phone from your ear. Your plan was to just go to a hotel for the night. You knew of other people to ask but you weren’t really close enough with any of them to actually reach out about the situation.

“So, do you want to come over to my apartment?” You turn around to see Taeyang standing behind you with his hands in his pockets.

“What? No, it’s fine. I’m just going to stay at a hotel.” You respond scratching your neck. “I can also call for a taxi so you can go home. No need to wait for me.”

“Why would you spend your money like that when I’m offering to let you stay over at my place for free?”

“I don’t want to intrude.”

“On what? I have nothing else going on, you wouldn’t be intrusive in any way at all.”

“Uhm... Only if you are sure.” You draw out.

“I’m sure!” He smiles. He swings an arm around your shoulder and begins to walk you back to his car. “You wanna go to a party?”

~

 After agreeing with Taeyang’s suggestion to go to a party, he decided to drive you home so you could both shower and get changed out of your dance clothing. He parked in front of an apartment building and exited the car. You went back to grab your stuff but realized it was gone. You start to stress thinking you left it behind somewhere when you notice Taeyang is carrying it himself. He waits for you at the front of the building and is holding the door open for you.

“Thank you.” You mutter and Taeyang shows you yet another of his pleasing smiles. You follow as he leads you through the halls and upstairs until you stop in front of the door number 302. He unlocks the door and opens it, giving you a gesture to walk in first.

You enter assuming there to be some sort of boy’s nest in the place but are instead surprised with a very well put and clean space.

“Sorry it’s a little dirty.” He comments as he walks in behind you. He sets both of your bags down on the couch and then puts away a sweatshirt that was lying on a chair. “I wish I would have cleaned up beforehand.”

You snicker to yourself catching Taeyang’s attention. He looks at you in confusion but you just turn away.

“You can take a shower in here.” He says motioning towards a door to the left of him. “My room is this one on my right. You can grab any clothes out of there that you might need. I’m supposed to pick up Jaeyoon and Inseong though too, so I’m gonna go next door to my friends place and shower. Maybe that’ll save us some time!”

You nod your head at him and give him a smile. He begins to walk towards the door when you reach out for him. You grab the sleeve of his shirt and he stops to look back at you, cocking his head to the side. You want to tell him that he looks super cute when he does that, but instead let go of his shirt.

“Thank you again for everything that you are doing for me tonight. I really appreciate you looking out for me. I know that I’m only a student of yours but I’m really happy you care and help me out.” You shyly look everywhere but at him. You wait for him to say or do something but he just stands there. Finally, you look at him and see he was just staring at you with this cheesy ass grin.

“Aish… What am I to do after that?” He says stepping forward and ruffling your hair a bit, giving it a little pat at the end. “You are just too cute sometimes.”

He turns around and exits the room with a soft laugh coming out of him. You stand there breathless, staring at his retreated back and panic both internally and externally.

Cute?

 ~

You had exited the shower and was now waiting for Taeyang to say he was ready to go. You decided to still wear your under garments from earlier seeing as how you weren’t going to go commando and free the nipples, especially in someone else’s clothes… You had on a pair of Taeyang’s grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt. His clothes were baggy on you but then again you were styled for comfort not fashion today. Besides, you were just ecstatic about being able to wear his clothing in the first place.

You skipped over the makeup, assuming you’d just be getting shit faced anyways and didn’t want to look like a mess if it ever came to be that way. Plus, you didn’t have any makeup with you so it was a no go. Taeyang had on blue jeans and a light pink sweatshirt that made him look as soft as his personality was. He was currently trying to dry his hair before you two left.

“Okay, I’m ready if you are Y/N!” Taeyang said as he exited the bathroom. Whenever you saw him he looked so ethereal.  No matter where he was or what he was in. He had a way of being too real to believe.

“I’m ready!” You say with a smile on your face. You both make your exit and hop back into the car. He began to drive, asking you to play some music.

You plug in your music and begin playing songs from your playlist as Taeyang starts driving towards his friend’s house. You begin feeling a peaceful silence, other than the music and Taeyang’s soft hums, that is. The relaxed vibes of the moment is a comfortability you wished you could get used it.

 ~

You come to the synopsis that the boys Inseong and Jaeyoon were way cooler in person than over the phone. Rather than giving off the needy and lonely aura they were, only an hour ago, they were instead really relaxed and funny. The whole car ride you were listening to them make jokes about their night, each other, and even Taeyang. You laughed in the passenger’s seat, occasionally looking over at Taeyang to make sure he wasn’t ever offended, always proving to be fine when he joked with them right back.

You four all walk into the house where a party was very obviously happening. When you enter, Inseong and Jaeyoon speed away to where a bunch of people were eating, leaving you alone with Taeyang.

“So, was this how you were planning on spending your Friday night?” Taeyang turns and asks you.

“More like the exact opposite, but who’s complaining?” You respond with a smile. He gives a soft smile back and you try not to visibly explode when he does.

“Well I told some friends that I’d meet up with them when we got here.” You immediately shy back up. Of course, he wants to go hang out with his friends at a party like this rather than you but, you don’t know anyone else other than him. You don’t want to spend an entire party night as the loser drinking alone in the kitchen.

“Well, will we meet back up again later or something?” You ask. He looks at you quizzically and you just stand there.

“No…?”

“Oh…” You feel so stupid, you’re so embarrassing and question why the Gods above have fooled you into believing that you could go out and not be a total noob.

You feel warmth around your waist as Taeyang pulls you into him and starts leading you through a hallway or two.

“Did you think I was going to leave you alone or something, Y/N?” He asks with a slight chuckle.

“No, no, that’s not-“ You try

“You’d miss me too much if I left you alone and I can’t leave this place with a beautiful, snot covered, crying girl. People will start to assume the worst, ya know?”

“Trust me, at this rate, I wouldn’t have been missing much.”

“Ouch, she fires back!” He laughs and turns to you. You smile back up at him as you started making your way through a door frame. Someone behind the both of you shoves their way through roughly and messily, obviously drunk. Taeyang pushes your back into the side of the frame in a result and leans into you. He looks at the guy who bumped into him and laughs as he moves towards a group of people in the same sloppy way he passed you both just a second ago. You stand there staring at his face which is closer than it has ever been before. When he was bumped, Taeyang placed his hands on your hips trying to keep himself sturdy and they still remained there. As the boy disappears into his group of friends, Taeyang returns his focus back onto you and you can’t help but to stare at that soft smile he always has.

His lips are plump, especially the bottom one and such a light pink. You try to stop looking but they have you in a trance. Slowly the smile that was on his lips begin to go straight and you look up trying to figure out why. You make eye contact with him and he seems to be even closer than he was a moment ago. His facial features seemed serious and his eyes locked on you. He licks his lips and you glance down for a lingering moment.

“See something you like?” He asks you in a voice lower than usual. You tense up and begin looking around for some distraction.

“Is there something to drink around here? I’m parched. I’m gonna go do that. Yes.” You slip away from Taeyang and don’t look back as you make your way to a kitchen. You grab yourself your own drink, not even sort of trusting someone else to do it. This was a party in which you only really knew one person anyways, it’s always good to be careful. Either way, you didn’t want to get totally hammered with Taeyang having to watch over you. You figured water would just be the best for the both of you tonight.

After you down one solo cup of tap water, refill, and grab something for Taeyang, you head back down the path where Taeyang was leading you earlier. You begin peeking in random places hoping to see the dark-haired boy. Finally, you catch sight of him talking with a small group sitting on couches looking pretty comfortable and cozy. You make your way over and stand next to Taeyang as he speaks to one of the boys. You look over and see an attractive boy with blonde hair who has Taeyang engrossed in conversation. The boy seemed younger than the both of you but still had mature vibes to him.

“Who’s this?” The boy asks as the conversation begins to end between him and Taeyang.

“I’m Y/N.” You reply with a smile. He smiles back at you and you feel the need to drink some more out of your solo cup to hide your face.

“I’m Hwiyoung, I used to dance with Taeyang before I became too good for him.” He smirks.

“He didn’t.” Taeyang deadpans. “I teach a beginner’s level and you and Chani shouldn’t have ever been in that class in the first place. You two just wanted to make Rowoon and I look like fools.”

“Accurate.” Hwiyoung laughs.

“Hwiyoung is family friends with Rowoon, they’ve known each other for years. One day he and his friend, Chani came into our class and basically fucked around the whole time and made us look like incompetent losers.” Taeyang explains.

“Well you really can be sometimes…” You respond, hiding your smile behind the cup you continued to sip from.

“The woman doesn’t lie!” Hwiyoung exclaims. Taeyang just rolls his eyes and wraps his arm around your waist pulling you towards him. You start to feel goosebumps all underneath the fabric in the areas he touches, but don’t fight it off because the feeling is, in a way, so nice to feel.

“You get your drink?” Taeyang asks you and you put your cup up in the air as if proof to say ‘duh.’

“I also got one for you!” You say with a smile, pushing it towards him.

“What is it?” Taeyang asks.

“Just water, I didn’t know what you’d like.”

“Water is perfect, thank you.” He smiles at you, taking the cup from your hand.

You start to feel fingertips drawing softly on the sweatpants you were wearing and you could feel your blush coming on as you comprehended how touchy Taeyang was being with you. You wanted to question everything but at the same time you were telling yourself not to.

“So how long have you two been dating?” Hwiyoung asks.

“Dating? We aren’t dating. What would make you say that?” You blurt out. Taeyang didn’t seem to be listening as he just continued to draw patterns on you. You saw him finish his drink and place his empty cup on the ledge by his head.

“Scoot over.” Taeyang tells Hwiyoung. He does and Taeyang takes a seat, leaving you standing by the couch, planted.

Wasn’t he going to say something? You looked like a fool trying to prove your case. Instead of denial, Taeyang pulled you towards him and placed you on his leg, wrapping his arm around your waist again and placing his hand on the side of your thigh. You froze for a moment and then tried to stand back up, but Taeyang wouldn’t let you go, making you sit on top of him.

“Yeah, what in the world would have made me believe you two were together?” Hwiyoung smiles as he watches the both of you.

“We seriously aren’t together.” You deny again, but you knew it was hard to believe because Taeyang was showing the exact opposite. You decide to smack Taeyang’s hand a little and he looked up at you with a cute little pout. “Stop making fun of me.”

“I’m not.” He responds with a serious face that sends shivers down your back. He slowly turns away from you and looks at Hwiyoung, proceeding with a serious aura to say, “We aren’t dating.”

“Mhmm. Well in that case, Y/N, wanna go and dance?” Hwiyoung asks you with a smile. Taeyang wraps his other arm around you, keeping you locked in.

“You’re too young for her.” Taeyang fires back.

“No, I’m not?”

“You don’t even know how old she is.”

“Trust me, with these looks, I’m not too young for anyone.”

“You’re like 12.”

“I’m 18…”

“Sorry, all I heard was ‘goo goo ga ga’ and I don’t speak baby.”

“Hyung.”

“Welp, we better go check on Inseong and Jaeyoon.”

“No need, they are with Youngbin and Dawon ‘dancing’ and Zuho is already taking all of them home afterwards. I heard them talking about it.”

“Are you sure you didn’t drink something else before I gave you that water?” You ask Taeyang. He glances over at you and then back at Hwiyoung.

“I’ll be back.” Taeyang says as he stands up and removes himself from the couch. You get up with him and then sit back down after he leaves for some stairs.

“Sorry about that, he is just fun to tease sometimes.” Hwiyoung says to you. “He’s probably pouting in a bathroom because he thinks I like you.”

“What? No… Probably not. That’s a good joke, funny boy.” You respond flustered.

“Go after him and find out then.” You debate it for a moment as Hwiyoung dares you to go. You finish your cup and stand up to find Taeyang.

You walk upstairs and begin knocking on doors hoping to find Taeyang. You find numerous people in the rooms you search but no sign of Taeyang. You decide to give up and just sit down when you caught a glance of Taeyang exiting a room on the other side of the house. You make your way towards him and as you move forward, an overwhelming amount of confidence envelops you. As you are in front of Taeyang, you grab his arm and start pulling him back into the room that he just walked out of. Once you both are inside, you close the door behind you and cross your arms.

“What’s going on?” You ask him upfront. He doesn’t say anything, he just stares at you and cocks his head to the side a bit. “This just isn’t how you usually act around me.”

“How so?” He questions, taking steps closer towards you. You step back with his every step closer until, your back is leaned up against the door and he places a palm up against the door, next to your face.

“Well this for one. You are so much closer to me than usual, and you’re touching me like you don’t usually.”

“Like this?” He asks as he puts his other hand on your waist, and rubs his thumb up and down.

“Well, yes.” You gulp.

“Is that a problem Y/N? Do you want me to stop?” He asks leaning forward so his face was only an inch away.

“No! I mean…”

“Tell me what you mean?” He whispers as his hand by your face starts to slide down and his thumb caresses your cheek. When you don’t have anything to say, Taeyang begins speaking again. “What’s going on? That’s what you want to know? As if I’m not making everything obvious enough as it is.”

He leaned his face towards the side of your head, pressing his body against yours. He began whispering in your ear, making you shiver and grab a hold of his shirt to keep stable.

“I want you, in every way. I wanted you from the first day I met you. I want your cute, dorky comments just as much as I want your legs wrapped around me. I want you with me, even after your dance classes are up. I want you as more than just my dance student. I want you to be mine. That’s what’s going on.”

You don’t know what to say, but you also don’t really get a chance to mutter anything as his lips are pressed against yours. You start to question everything that was happening until you decide not to waste this moment thinking. His hands are sot, but tense, on your waist and softly caressing your cheek with rough fingers.

His lips, oh man his lips. They were soft and devour your own as he moves them slowly. He doesn’t force it to be hard and it isn’t sloppy. It is passionate and eager. Once you stop using your head and let yourself wander, your hands trail up to the back of his neck and he pushes you harder against the wall. You gasp as Taeyang moves his hands under your thighs and lifts you up against the wall. With your mouth open, Taeyang deepens the moment by biting onto your now open mouth. In shock, trying not to collapse in his arms both figuratively and literally, you grab on to what you can, which happened to be a fistful of hair and wrap your legs securely around his waist.

At this point, Taeyang lets out a low, guttural, type of growl which you swallow. His hands begin to act needy as they both slide underneath your shirt to your hips. He holds you tightly as if you’d disappear if he wasn’t holding on hard enough. Your mouths move together and his hips follow in sync. You feel his lower half pushing down into you and you feel so weak it’s almost exhausting.

Your tongues move together in a beautiful rhythm, every so often receiving teeth instead, tugging and pulling on your lips. The biting continues as his mouth moves down to your chin and the crook of your neck. You tilt your head backwards and let yourself be taken away by the moment. In one spot in particular you let out a soft whimper, causing Taeyang to smirk within his bites. He stayed on the one spot for too long as your whimpers turned into moans and your fists grew white due to how hard you were holding onto whatever you could.

“Taeyang…” You moan. He removes his mouth from your neck and places them back on your lips, letting himself linger for a moment.

“Yes Princess?” He questions as he stares into your eyes with his own hooded ones. You exhale as lightly as you can but it comes out exactly as you were feeling, heavy.

“I want you too,” You begin, taking note on the smile on Taeyang’s face as you say so. “But, I’m not doing this in some random bathroom with you.” He smirks and lets out a small laugh as he peppers your face with kisses. His hands slide out from underneath your shirt and very obviously, slowly down your backside, sending chills right up your backbone. He lowers your legs that were around him and sets you down softly. He pulls away from you and fixes your shirt so you look less messy and holds you next to him by placing his hand on your waist. He opens the door behind you and shimmy’s both of you out of the door frame. You lean into his side as you make your way down stairs.

Along the way you see Hwiyoung and decide to say goodbye to him. You really did enjoy talking to him and his company and you didn’t want to leave a bad impression with him, so you wanted to at least bid him farewell. You stopped as you found yourself in front of him and gave him a large smile.

“We are going to head out now,” You begin. Taeyang is too antsy as he stands behind you and begins to place small kisses on your neck. You lightly slap him off of you as you tried to talk to Hwiyoung but he wasn’t stopping. “It was very nice to meet you and hopefully we will see each other again soon.”

“And you two aren’t together or anything, right?” Hwiyoung says as he looks between you and Taeyang hovering above you.

“Goodbye Hwiyoung.” Taeyang says as he pushes you out of the house. You wave goodbye and quickly head out with him to where you parked. You get in the car and anticipate the arrival after the ride. Once Taeyang gets in the driver’s seat, his hand automatically wraps around your thigh and he pulls out onto the street. As he begins driving, you close your eyes, taking in the moment and trying to understand how this is happening. You open your eyes and see the apartment Taeyang lives in, in your rearview mirror.

“Wait, where are we headed?” You ask trying to figure out where he was taking you.

“I’ve got an idea. Just trust me.”

 ~

“This was your idea?” You ask as you look at the familiar surroundings. The smells of sweat and cleaning product engulfs your senses and you really start to question if this whole night has been some kind of a joke.

“This was my idea’s venue, not the idea itself.” Taeyang said as he unlocked the doors of the dance studio.

“What could you possibly want to do in here?” You question.

“Oh, I could think of plenty of things, but tonight there’s just one.” He pulls you inside and locks the door behind the both of you. You watch as he moves towards the speakers and plugs his phone in. Music starts to play softly from above and he makes his way back to you. He grabs your waist and pulls you back towards him as his mouth meets yours and the neediness in his motives begin to be prominent. He pulls away and leaves you waiting for him to come back to you. You open your eyes and see he has moved to the other side of the room.

“You’ve really been improving your dancing lately Y/N.” He says as he pulls a chair out from a stack and drags it towards you. “Have you been practicing hard outside of the class too?”

“Yeah…” You say slowly as he takes a seat in front of you. He grabs onto your hands and pulls you in between his legs, looking at you from top to bottom with a bite on his lip.

“Will you show me?” He asks.

“What?”

“Show me what you’ve learned Princess.” He tells you as he lustfully stares into your eyes. You begin to panic with wide eyes as you try to find a way to get out of this because you didn’t want to look like a fool.

“I can’t-” You start but Taeyang cuts in by grabbing onto your waist and placing you on his open thigh.

“If you give a good show, I’ll give out an even better award.” He smirks as he moves his leg up and down in a bouncing motion to make you glide across his thigh. You steady yourself by placing your hands on his shoulders and letting out a loud gasp. His hands grab your hips and move them slowly along him and you can feel yourself growing wetter with every motion.

“You think you can do that for me Princess?” He asks and you nod your head in agreement.

“Good girl.” He smiles as he helps you to stand back up. You stand there for a moment and awkwardly think of a good way to start out. You want to do this for him and with him, but you just question on how to do so.

“Do you need my help?” He asks you after a few patient moments of you stepping from side to side. You nod your head embarrassed and look away from him as you begin to blush. “Come here baby.”

You moved your way towards him and he grabbed onto the bottom of the shirt you were wearing, pulling you close enough to him where he could reach anywhere he wanted.

“You’re not going to need those anymore.” He says as he tugs on the waistband of the sweatpants he lent you. He begins to slide them down your hips and you put your hands on his shoulders as he removes them completely. You are now standing in front of him with only his large t-shirt covering your body.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy Y/N.” Taeyang says as he takes a look at you and your now bare legs. “Show me what you’re wearing underneath.”

He sits back in the chair again and places his hands behind his head as he looks at you. You decide to tease him a bit as you just barely lift up the shirt you’re wearing so he can only see a small part of your underwear. A song you recognize begins playing and you decide to try and lose yourself in the music. Paying attention to the rhythm, you sway your body in tune with the song You by 11:11. You lifted up your shirt again and this time showed your underwear completely, sliding your fingers in and out of the waist band as you stared at Taeyang’s hooded eyes, focused on your hips movements. You bit your bottom lip as you acknowledged how entranced he seemed to be with your body.

You turned around and looked over your shoulder as you continued to move your hips side to side and in circular movements. You decided to tease him a bit more and stuck your butt out, grinding the air just above his pants, being careful as to not touch him at all. As the chorus of the song began and the pickup of the music got going, Taeyang grabs onto your hips and pushes your bottom down onto him. He makes a low noise as you move back and forth on his lap, feeling his hard on begin.

You push down hard and he guides your hips at the pace he wants you, kissing your neck and clothed shoulders the entire time. Taeyang turns you around so you now face him and are able to grind onto him harder. You feel your panties dripping and the heat of the moment making you sweat. You pull off the shirt you were wearing as your hips continued to roughly move on top of the jeans Taeyang was wearing and Taeyang immediately attacks your chest with his mouth. He ignores the fact that you are still wearing your bra and sucks onto every inch of skin he can find. His hands reach from your waist to your back as he unhooks your bra. You continue to move on him in a faster pace and let his hands roam all over your chest

“God you’re so beautiful.” He murmurs into your skin as he kisses from your collarbone down to your perked nipples. One hand rubs up and down your hip, as the other massages the breast his mouth isn’t attached to.

“Taeyang.” You moan, pulling at the bottom of his sweatshirt, wanting his clothes off just as much as he wanted yours.

“I’m sorry Princess, I was being too greedy.” He says as he pulls away from you and removes his sweatshirt. “You gave such a good show, I’m really proud of you. I think you deserve your reward, but I’m going to need you to help me out a bit first. Can you handle that?”

You nod your head simply as he leads you to stand up. You watch him as he removes his jeans and underwear, sitting on the edge of the chair. You look at his member and notice it’s thick size. You watch as he wraps a hand around himself and tells you to kneel down in front of you. You follow his orders and kneel down in front of him.

You lean forward and lick his tip as his hand moves up and down his base. He makes a sigh sound as your wet mouth contacts his hard on. You enjoy the sound so you wrap your mouth around his whole tip, rather than a lick, and suck to create a pressure around his cock. He removes his hand and you take your chance to force him to glide down your throat. You move up and down as far as you can while rubbing his balls underneath, every so often giving them a suck as well.

Eventually, Taeyang puts his hands on the back of your head and makes you choke around his now completely hard cock. He pulls your head away and then pushes you back down on him. You grab a hold of his thighs and squeeze onto him as he pushes to the back of your throat.

“God your throat feels so good around me Princess. You like sucking on my cock, do you?” He asks. You nod your head as much as you can and let out a moan in approval with watery eyes. Taeyang pushes your head back and forth a couple more times allowing you to get a good breath in every time, before he removes your head completely from him with a pop. Spit runs down the side of your mouth and connects to his member as you try to catch your breath.

“Lie down baby.” Taeyang says as stands up and pushes the chair he was using, backwards. You do as he says and lie on your back, waiting for him to tell you what he wants next. He comes back and his hands trail from your arms, down your sides, to the front of your stomach.

“Lift your hips up.” He says and you comply. He pulls at the underwear you still have on and slowly removes it from your body. “Princess, your panties are soaked. What made you so wet?”

“You did.” You whimper as he rubs a thumb smoothly across your clit.

“You want me to help you out again? Give you what you earned Princess?”

“Yes, please.” You beg him. He reaches into his discarded pants and finds his wallet. After digging around for a second, he pulls out a condom. He opens the package and slides the rubber onto him. He doesn’t finally give you want you want though. He moves a hand down to your warmth and rubs your clit again with his thumb, sliding his pointer finger up and down your entrance. As your liquids begin to build up again, he slides a finger inside of you, making you moan and grab onto his arm on the side of you. As you gasp and beg, Taeyang swallows your cries with his mouth and gives you sloppy, tongued kisses.

“You feel so warm around my fingers, I can only imagine how you’ll feel in just a little bit Princess.” You moan at his promises of more. He chooses that time to slide a second finger into your entrance and you cry out his name as he roughly scissors his fingers back and forth.

“You’re sucking my fingers in so easily baby, your so wet for me. I think you ready to take me in now. What do you think?” He asks you as he continues to roughly finger you.

“Yes, please. I’m ready, please.” You beg, hoping for some sweet release soon.

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” He says, pulling his fingers out of you and licking them clean while staring you in the eyes. You gulp as he rubs on himself a bit more, as best as he can with the condom on. He lines himself up with your entrance and rubs his tip up and down your wetness.

“Are you ready?” He asks, pecking your cheek.

“Yes.” You say with a waver in your voice.

“Just tell me if you want me to stop.”

“I won’t want you to.” You promise as you rest your hands around his biceps to remain steady. Taeyang begins slowly pushing his way into you and your breathing begins to get heavy and shaky. He enters you completely and stays in place as you get adjusted to his width.

“You can move.” You say after a moment of you beginning to catch your breath again. He doesn’t hesitate as he pulls himself in and out of you, breathing heavily as he tries to be patient with you. You give out soft moans as he moves, but you can feel his arms tensed up as you hold on.

“I’m sorry Princess, I really can’t hold back anymore.” He says as he speeds up inside of you. You feel your body move forward with his every thrust and you close your eyes as the pleasant pain envelops you. He pushes himself into you roughly as he removes his hands from your arms and holds them together above you.

“Leave your hands right here, okay Princess?” He asks. You nod your head yes, but he doesn’t seem to like your silent answers anymore. “Let me hear your voice, do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand.” You pant out at him. He removes his hands from around your wrists and he places them on your spread thighs instead. His hands are so roughly pushed on your thighs, you think they might leave fingerprints, but the pain was masked by the pleasantness driving through you at the same time.

“God, you feel so good around me. So warm and tight Princess. You’re doing so good for me.” He says to you as you gasp from underneath him. He continues to ride into you and begins rubbing your clit along with every thrust. Suddenly you feel yourself nearing your high and you didn’t want to do so feeling so far away from Taeyang.

“I’m really close, please let me hold you too Taeyang.” You blurt out as he moves inside of you.

“Yes baby.” He says, moving faster inside of you. He kisses your open mouth over and over again and you try your best to return him with your own, but stay focused on the sensation you feel beginning to ripple through you. Taeyang begins pinching your clit and pulling, rubbing you harder, trying to get some more sounds out of you.

“Taeyang, I’m coming!” You start crying out as he rubs you faster and he smirks as he sees you writhing beneath him.

“Who makes you feel this way? Say my name baby.” He asks you as you’re beginning to clench. You repeat his name over and over again as you see white and your body spasms around him. The tense feeling of you reaching your high sends Taeyang over the edge himself.

“Fuck.” He curses as he rides himself out inside of you, waiting for his orgasm to end. Once he finishes and takes a moment to catch his breath, he slides out from inside of you and removes the condom on him. He ties it up and throw it into the waste bin closest to him, before returning back to you. He lies on his back next to you and wraps an arm around you, pulling you into his side, one of your legs entangled with his own.

“That was everything I imagined it would be, and more.” He whispers to you, kissing you on your head. “You’re so beautiful Y/N. I don’t think I can let you get away from me after this.”

“I won’t be going anywhere.” You smile up at him. “At least not for tonight, because I’m still locked out until tomorrow morning.”

He laughs at you and gives you another peck on the cheek before standing up, to put his clothing back on. He starts cleaning up after the both of you by bringing the trash with the condom in it, to the dump. He puts the chair back where it was originally and cleans off the floor that was covered in your juices. You begin putting your own clothing on after he is almost done and you lie there and rest for a while. You put on your bra and t-shirt, but for some reason can’t find your sweatpants or underwear.

“Taeyang, where are my bottoms?” You ask as he grabs his keys and turns of the music that had been playing without your realization.

“Oh those? I figured you wouldn’t need them.” He responds as he grabs your hand and walks with you back outside the room you came. You try to stay put, but you were just being drug out the door.

“Why wouldn’t I need them?” You ask.

“It’ll just be easier to leave them off until we get back to my place for round two, Princess.” He smiles at you, with that beautiful smile that got you in this position in the first place.